The Big One-O

As you know if you read yesterday's post, it was our son's birthday recently. I wanted to get back to it, as Wolfie has reached the age of ten this year, which is, well, a new decade. It means we have been parents for ten years, of course, it also means our son is growing way too fast for my taste. A decade is always an important benchmark, at any age, but for a child, ten years old is maybe the stepping stone, the one that officially makes you a big kid instead of a little one. That's what I got from Wolfie anyway. For a parent, it might be an even bigger step, because it makes you realise that your child will not be a child forever and that he will eventually become an adult. It made me miss for a moment the first few months of being a parent, when everything was so hard, yet so simple. It also makes me feel melancholic. In any case, Wolfie is now ten years old.

Is it spring already?

You know I consider that a season starts with the beginning of the month it starts, not on the day of the equinox or the solstice. Ergo, March marks the start of spring. And it seems that this year, the weather has been proving me right: since the beginning of March, it has been overall (and suddenly) quite warm. Warm and sunny. Added to this that we can notice the sun coming down later and later (it's easier to notice when it's not cloudy) and it seems that spring is here. Everybody is happy about it, except me. I know, I know, I'm a miserable grouch. But I prefer colder weather, for one, and I find shorter days more relaxing. But people should not be too enthusiastic: March is a notoriously treacherous month and things can look and feel gloomy quickly. Nevertheless, spring came early this year and I might as well get used to it.

Mafalda et le futur

Cette image a été prise il y a quelques jours sur la page Facebook officielle de Mafalda. Je ne me rappelais plus de ce gag. Il prend une toute autre dimension de nos jours, sachant de quoi l'avenir a l'air. Je crois que beaucoup ont envie de faire comme ce crabe.

Return Home Away From Home

 In case you did not guessed, we are back home. I say "back home", and truly we are in our house, but not in the country that I call my home. I still feel like a foreigner in England, even though my wife and my son are English. I am jetlagged, tired, the house is cold, but I am glad to be back, because holidays are exhausting. I am still sad about all the things we missed, all the things we will be missing here, and of all the things I wanted to do there but did not have time. So many people to see. Anyway, it is back to normal for me today, I will try to get through the jetlag and keep myself busy.

Les Rois demain

Le temps des Fêtes est fini, à toutes fins pratiques. Même si c'est demain l'Épiphanie, ou les Rois, comme on l'appelait quand j'étais enfant. On la fêtait bien entendu avec la fameuse galette des Rois, un gâteau avec une fève dedans. La vraie galette, je n,en ai mangé qu'une fois rendu à Montréal, que j'achetais à Première Moisson, juste pour la forme. Je la mangeais le 6 et la terminais les jours d'après. Pour moi, c'est un dessert aigre-doux, qui me traite tant bien que mal la mélancolie d'après Noël.

Mafalda siempre

 Autre image prise de la page Facebook officielle de Mafalda. J'avais oublié ce gag. Pour ceux qui n'aiment pas ces temps-ci de l'année, vous vous consolerez peut-être en vous rappelant que c'est le printemps en Argentine et dans tout l'hémisphère sud.

News about my godson

I spoke to the mother of my godson recently, via messenger. I hadn't taken news from her in a long, long while and I thought it was about time. I learned that my godson, who turned 20 this year, is going to study engineering in another city, a few hours away from his mother. I know I'm not his dad and I'm already living an ocean away from him, but it shocked me all the same. On the one hand, I'm really proud of him. Nevertheless, it's hard to know he grew up so fast.