September means its time for three-year olds to start school. All those baby girls who were born the same time as me in our little village will be holding their Mama’s hand as they accompany them on their first day at school.
Mama has been off plowing files and papers (for all their incredible qualities, the French administrations are a little too fond of paperwork, dixit Mama)and has finally managed to get the State agreement enabling Princess Moi to have a personal assistant in school. After all, I am a Princess, I need my personal staff with me when I start school.
Mama told Papa last night that her bubble had been burst. Well she could have told me, that’s all I can say! I love bubbles! Especially the pink ones I blow at the CAMSP, my special centre I go to twice a week, to see my occupational and speech therapists.
The CAMSP doctor told Mama yesterday at their regular six-month progress-monitoring meeting that September was probably too early for me to go to school. And that the world I live in (I think she means the Princessly parallel universe I inhabit) wasn’t compatible with thriving in school. That in fact it would worry me, and put me off school forever (heaven forbid! How can I ever be a rocket scientist if I don’t go to school, pray tell??).
Mama knows they are right. She had just forgotten … to think about it. She was so busy doing all the warfare and paper-pushing, that she forgot to think about whether it was really right for me. She’s jolly glad the CAMSP people put her back on the right tracks.
Bear in mind that I have always decided when I’m ready for milestones. When I was born, few doctors were able to say if and when I would ever walk. For all his talented physiotherapeutic expertise, Claude couldn’t get me to walk until I decided that the time was right. Remember the open-heart surgery I was supposed to have shortly after I was born? Well, Mama went off on her battling mission, getting everything in place … and lo and behold, after several months of Mama’s preparation with the Doctors, I decided that I was going to let my heart repair itself. Operation cancelled. Cos I had decided to get better all by myself (its quite boring being perfect you know). All my life I have shown Mama, Papa and that medical crew out there, that I will decide when things happen in my life. I have my own pace, my own rhythm, and I like to take my time in order to get things done properly.
Mama, I’m fine ok? I will start school next year. That’s what I’d planned anyway, but you forgot to plug into my telepathy to understand that. In the meantime, I will continue to go to the crèche, see my friends there. Nounou will continue to look after me during the day (Nounou is my Nanny and I love her to bits and pieces) and I will get lots of quality time with my adoptive sister Pauline. Those moments are still important for my learning-about-the-world curve. I’m going to spend the next twelve months learning all sorts of new skills in preparation for when I decide I will be ready for school, which will probably be in September 2010.
Hey guys : anyone want to observe some handsome Belgian sailors riding bikes for three days????? Take a look at what’s happening on this great new blog created by Jean-Marc, one of Mama’s old friends from school when she was a little girl in Luxembourg about a thousand years ago.
Here’s the thing. Twenty Dutch and Belgian sailors have taken up the biking challenge of riding over 320km for charity, and in particular to raise funds for two children revalidations centers. One is based in Gent (Belgium), the other one is based in Goes (Netherlands). The blog shows some of the incredible benefits previous cycling events of this kind have brought to the centres – including a fantastic Wii game to help with occupational therapy and physical coordination (illustrated in the photograph above). The cycling event will lead the 20 kind cyclists along the tulip fields and the windmills of the Dutch lower lands. Keep tabs on this blog to see how things progress, and PLEASE leave them lots of messages of encouragement (in English! They need the practice!) cos they are doing a great job up there in the North Pole of Holland ….
Keep up the good work guys! You are doing a great job up there!
Hey guys - where are all those prezzies you've being going on about??!
Aha - there they are!
Yes! The bouncy ball you promised me!
OK guys - time for my birthday barbecue!
I'll play with Nathan whilst you prepare it all, ok Papa?
"I know she planted some black tulips somewhere around here.. mutter mutter ... can anyone else help me spot them?"
A birthday treat from me to my brothers : a bouncy castle spree!
And quad-rides ...Quite exhausted me it did, all that being a spectator in my pushchair ...
Next birthday stop : The Senior Bernard Bunch in the village next door! Yoopee!
My job was to blow out three candles .... (ignore the "62" - my Uncles played a trick on my Mamie who's birthday is two days before mine - she had a "3" candle on her cake)
I tried to blow ... but the sun was a bit tough on my eyes, and my new pair is still being tailor made for me (have I told you I smashed my old pair to smithereens?) so I wasn't as cooperative as most Princesses could be on such a regal occasion.
But I laughed and giggled and found it hilarious to watch everyone else huffing and puffing for me!
Thank you Godfather Franck for diligently attempting to light the candles at least a hundred times - it was quite breezy in the Lyon region on Sunday!
It was lovely having all my family around me for my THIRD birthday! Look at me here! In the end I blew - but it was on Mama's cup of tea cos it was steaming hot. What's so funny about that?
Thank you everyone who has been so kind as to leave me all my birthday wishes - it has really warmed my cockles, as Mama would say. Its lovely to know I have so many lovely jubbly friends out there!!!!!! Huge snogs to you all!
The secret diary of Abigail, a young Franco-British Princess who is partial to sharing the life and times of her brothers William (14) and Nathan (12), her cousins Lena and Tess, and occasionally of her Mama and Papa too.
Abigail’s blog began in 2007 initially to replace the family photo album tradition but over the years has become her fun place to make friends with bloggers worldwide, and to share experiences with parents of fellow children with rare chromosome disorders.