12 blog posts a month? I must be a moron to think I've got the interest in writing and the time to do something committed like that.
Well, it's nearly the end of February and this is the first time I've written anything. It's not like I've not been busy; we went to Paris to see my grandmother, took a whole lot of beautiful photos of our lovely little girls in the snow, read a whole lot of books including French Children Don't Throw Food, about which more later, had friends to stay, been to Spitalfields Market for the first time, been for a late lunch with a very dear old friend and the girls, which I think has put him off having children for ever and ever, and worked and worked and worked.
I can't think of much to write about - I want to write a piece about French Children Don't Throw Food because it's changed the ways I think about parenting, but I don't have the energy at the moment. I think I need to re-read it first, and maybe have a look at some of her sources, especially Françoise Dolto, although I'll have to brush up on my French before then. I'm not sure I'm quite up to reading about child psychology at the moment, especially as I'm downstairs, listening to Hattie shout a bit - she is exhausted, and dropped off in my arms, then when I tried to put her down, woke up and started shouting. I've left her for about 7 minutes now, I think I'm going to have to go back upstairs in a bit. Apparently, this controlled crying is anathema in France; I don't like it at all and rarely do it, as it doesn't really work. She does self settle after a few minutes though, and I suppose I've got to let her learn to do it, otherwise I'll be sitting next to her when she's ten, holding her hand and waiting for her to drop off. My friends do that with their three year old - madness.
I might try writing again on Tuesday - fewer distractions.
Well, it's nearly the end of February and this is the first time I've written anything. It's not like I've not been busy; we went to Paris to see my grandmother, took a whole lot of beautiful photos of our lovely little girls in the snow, read a whole lot of books including French Children Don't Throw Food, about which more later, had friends to stay, been to Spitalfields Market for the first time, been for a late lunch with a very dear old friend and the girls, which I think has put him off having children for ever and ever, and worked and worked and worked.
I can't think of much to write about - I want to write a piece about French Children Don't Throw Food because it's changed the ways I think about parenting, but I don't have the energy at the moment. I think I need to re-read it first, and maybe have a look at some of her sources, especially Françoise Dolto, although I'll have to brush up on my French before then. I'm not sure I'm quite up to reading about child psychology at the moment, especially as I'm downstairs, listening to Hattie shout a bit - she is exhausted, and dropped off in my arms, then when I tried to put her down, woke up and started shouting. I've left her for about 7 minutes now, I think I'm going to have to go back upstairs in a bit. Apparently, this controlled crying is anathema in France; I don't like it at all and rarely do it, as it doesn't really work. She does self settle after a few minutes though, and I suppose I've got to let her learn to do it, otherwise I'll be sitting next to her when she's ten, holding her hand and waiting for her to drop off. My friends do that with their three year old - madness.
I might try writing again on Tuesday - fewer distractions.
I'm interested to read this. Hadn't heard of it until I read this post but have been reading some entertaining (and highly polarised) reviews of it sn then. I'd be interested to borrow it when you are done, if I may. Looking forward to your more detailed blogpost about it.
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