Over the spring and summer this year, I read quite a few books. Most of them brilliant, I have decided that if I get too bored I don’t continue right away. I still give the book a second chance later on, because sometimes it’s not the book but my mindset, the weather, distractions or not being keen on the genre or style at a given moment. I read in my three languages from traditional as well as self-published authors, and I stumbled across mistakes of all nature. Continue reading “A question for authors”
It is September, which means it’s la rentrée, or back to school, work, etc, it’s like the new year just even more so, it’s a moment for new beginnings.
It’s the end of a long day… The kids are sleeping and as S is in London, meaning that I have the evening all to myself. I shall try not to go to bed too late, as tomorrow we have to get up earlier than today.
The girl (I cannot call her little one anymore can I? She’s a big sister now, and over a meter tall!) had her first day of Ecole Maternelle today. When I dropped her off at 9:30 this morning (tomorrow that will be 8:30), she was a bit perplex that I hung around, she more or less wanted me to leave. A little more than two months ago, we visited her school, and since then she’s been impatient to go.
So for her, a new adventure started today. I met my best friend in Kindergarten, so I hope that she’ll form some long lasting bonds with friends of her own. It’s also the start of being within the education system, the first day of many.
For myself, this means that I will be spending more one on one time with the boy, something we haven’t really done much since his birth (ok the girl spends a good part of her day with her head in books, and she cannot read yet). I will be able to focus a bit more on work and my blog, now that he’s almost 6 months old it will be easier, especially if the girl is taken care of during part of the day.
Weekend Coffee Share on a Birthday Weekend with a chat about books, blogging, friends and other things
If we were having coffee today (Saturday) then maybe we would have met up in the park this morning, it looks like rain now so I guess this afternoon you’d pay a visit to my humble home. If we’d decide to meet up tomorrow (Sunday) then you may join us for some birthday cake or on a Paris family outing (probably Palais Royal)… Continue reading “Weekend Coffee Share 19/08/2017”
Book review of Buster & Moo by Geoff Le Pard
Laden is having an affair while trying to secure a promotion, for nothing in the world does she want her boyfriend Mervin to find out that she’s sleeping with a junior colleague. They don’t talk much and seem to avoid the things that are really important to them, like the question whether or not they should try again to start a family. Past pain has led them to almost grow into strangers. Adopting a dog seems like a good plan to get their love life back on track as well as Mervin’s fitness. They find themselves rehousing a dog called Buster, quickly rebaptised. He previously belonged to Dave and Sheri, who due to the curveballs that life has been trowing at them cannot keep their furry companion. Continue reading “When a dog changes everything… Book review of Buster & Moo by Geoff Le Pard”
Following a girl in an all-male profession…, a book review of “First Lady of the Keys” by Lucy Brazier”
At Old College, the main priorities seem to be food, tea, and alcohol. At least so it seems when PorterGirl starts sharing her adventures as Deputy Head Porter. Her job has so far never been filled by a woman, thus it is her mission to prove that this traditionally male role can definitely be filled by a female and that she’s not only there to be something pretty skipping around the grounds. Continue reading “Following a girl in an all-male profession…, a book review of “First Lady of the Keys” by Lucy Brazier”
Three years ago, I was having breakfast with S. I had spend an interesting night, contractions had ripped me from my sleep, but a shower later I was peacefully snoring again, the contractions continued. When I arrived in the Maternity Ward at 11:30am I was already at 4 or 5 cm. Things went quickly, S arrived at the hospital 2 hours after I did, and at 15:34 our daughter joined us.
Today, she is 3 years old! It has been quite an adventure.
Currently little one is still fast asleep, it’s one of those rare nights she spend from the beginning to well now in her bed. Up until the end of last year she was still sleeping in the parental bed, but my growing belly and her size made her take the decision that it was time to try the little bed. It was our plan to convince her to sleep there, but finally she decided on her own. Just like so many other things.
In June, she figured it was time to no longer wear her diapers and start using the potty, I am only responsible to the extent that I bought her a potty. Two years ago, on her first birthday she learnt to walk, when she was 7 and a half months old it was crawling. The hardest part to get her to get used to was no longer nursing on my breast. Looking back, that was the only developmental step that happened by me forcing it upon her, there was no choice, really.
I enjoy reading with her, many of the stories we read are so important to her that she can recite the ending of the sentences, and sometimes she knows the whole book. Will she be a young reader? I don’t know, but I do know that she is a lover of books.
Sometimes she is shy, but that’s when she is tired. But once she starts to like someone, well then she has a loose tongue and will fill your ears with questions and stories in German or French.
How cute she has been after the last ultrasound in January, she asked the doctor for a picture of her future sibling, so that it could be hung on the wall and kissed before leaving the house. It will be such a change for her, for us, once our family will be growing in March.
Now, I have learnt so much thanks to this little girl.
I really don’t know what to say, besides:
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Image Copyright Moritz Werner (my dad) February 2014
If we were having coffee, then we would be having a nice cup of tea. It’s your pick, there is so much tea to chose from. We would be listening to some music, as little one loves listening to music. At the moment we are enjoying the album Declaration of Dependence by Kings of Convenience. Would you like a nice crêpe? I have some homemade ones left from breakfast. Continue reading “If we were having coffee – 16/01/2016”
“Yawning is contagious, others will automatically join in”, this might not be the exact quote, but I remember reading about yawning with my ESL (English as a second language) teacher in middle school. She always made me read strange texts to provide me with diverse vocabulary. I recall a few of them.
One day we read the said text on yawning, we had a lot of fun with it an laughed a lot. The text ended with a task, we were meant to say the word “yawn” out loud five times and see what happens, we even said it in German, I don’t think that this made us yawn. Continue reading “Y is for Yawn – A to Z Challenge 2015”
Mistakes are meant to be made.
We all make mistakes. Sometimes they have disastrous consequences. Sometimes they are nothing more than a language mistake.
We are meant to learn from our mistakes, and from the mistakes of others. If we do not talk about our mistakes, someone else might make them in the future. After all we are meant to learn from the past, that includes the mistakes that were made in the past.
I am scared of making mistakes. I suppose we all are. But the fear of mistakes can petrify us, keep us from daring to do things, to progress in life.
Trying to avoid mistakes at all costs can lead us into inactivity, which might actually be the greatest mistake of all.
When I was in primary school, one of my teachers tortured us with what she called “mistake-reading”. Once someone made a mistake while reading out loud, we all had to tap on the table, this resulted in me making reading mistakes and being really nervous when reading out loud to anyone for a long time, except when I was babysitting.
I always try to encourage my students to not be scared of making mistakes, because that fear does not help when learning a language.
My fear of making mistakes kept me from writing more, especially in French.
I do know that I can only get better at writing if I do write.
Written by Solveig Werner