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	4-6 YEARS	6 to 12 YEARS	INFORMATION
Monday, 28/02	Portrait photos facilitators and the group of children present each	Let us give local color to the center on the theme of the 4 seasons find ideas makeover!	Dear Parents, To make our instruments Please retrieve: - Yoghurt pots, - cans of lye - Plastic bottles (all sizes) -egg cartons Clubs-pie PLEASE GIVE THE LEADERS IN LATER Thursday, March 3
Tuesday, 03/01	In Kitchen brownie and hot chocolate! Discover the art of pointillism with swabs, mobile clay games, psychomotor	Decoration of the entrance to the chalet in an igloo, phantom grill, outdoor games, Activity kitchen
Wednesday, 02/03	Proposed activities done by children discovery wolf game, games of the season and outdoor games	activities paintings on the theme of the fall, discovering recipe organic food bases, naval battle , Home of the library and dining room painting
Thursday 3.3	visit to the residence daybreak Afternoon Session cinema "I Despicable"	activities Painting and Decorating. Bracelets Brazilian, macrame, outdoor play. ...
Friday, 04/03	Morning: Thurs preparation Afternoon: Great games in common with the great " THE FURY "	Spring music, Great Game, cucuball, tarot Game in common" the rage "with 4-6 years

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Week Monday, February 28 Friday, March 4 at :

Makeovers center!

Make new colors in the center, with giant murals, decorations innovative ...

But also various sports activities to be proposed by the facilitators: great games, introduction to a sport, team games ...

The partnership with the nursing home "The Star of the Day ", also located in the rue Pierre Valdo, will continue. On this occasion the group of smaller (4-6yrs) can spend time with residents around crafts (sculpture, drawing, lottery ...) according to the desires of each. Partnership will be finalized for the holidays Thursday, March 10, around a sample, always the retirement home.

Week Monday March 7 to 11 :

Carnival!

In partnership with the social centers of daybreak, St Just and Champvert, and Gallo-Roman museum, the week will revolve around the theme of the carnival, including the Carnival in Roman times !

Wednesday, March 9, facilitator of the museum will take place at the recreation center around game with a briefcase to treasures (photos, objects-remains). Then it was the turn of children to visit the museum (Thursday, 10 March), to continue to enjoy this theme! Project which will continue Friday, March 11, still at the museum, with all the structures mentioned above, by staging a Roman carnival, ending about a snack.

Throughout the week, children can also make musical instruments of Batucada, which will be used on Saturday, March 12: A carnival parade is held on that day, for all the inhabitants neighborhood and more!

Carnival Parade Saturday, March 12 : visit the place Bénédicte Teissier at 15:00 to finish on a great tasting offered at Park Hall.

Also, two leaders of the "Child Advocate" ( www.defenseurdesenfants.fr ) will involve all the 2 nd week around the rights of the child. Program information, awareness, exchange and development of a short film for fun around this theme!

Outings climbing wall Lyon will also be proposed for 9-12yrs 6-8 years and about 2 weeks .

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The baby ...

The baby is the developer.

We often hear that it grew in the womb, it reproduces by its appearance all stages of the evolution of life, from unicellular to little monkey through the crustacean, fish, amphibian, reptile, mammal undifferentiated.

It is seen clearly in photos by Lennart Nilsson, This tiny sponge cells, tadpole, the lobster, turning gradually in small astronaut floating in darkness evoking the sky, attached by cord to his ship, diver lost in the deep and light-filled stew, red, pink, orange . It exudes such a sense of vastness, of solitude, we almost forget his mother, whom he sees yet each heart beat, every breath, every rumbling. He can hear the voice of his father, feeling his hands and answer his call touch moving and can also attract by shining the beam of a flashlight on the belly of the mother. He is not alone: he is with her, and she, in the world.

Recent research in neurology say that during the first two years of his life, besides food, warmth and protection, the child needs only physical contact with a relative that his brain is developing properly. No "stimulus" special. No toys. No "socialization." The crying baby would in fact an evolutionary mechanism to get him the contact as quickly as possible. It is conceivable interactions between mother and infant as a magnifying glass: crying, response, security, crying, response, security. It seems that the way to respond to the tear is less in this dynamic nature of the response. It is argued that even the famous colic, otherwise unknown in many regions of the world, result from a failure of this microscope: the mechanism jammed, the two sides close to the statement.

A study there are already several decades with infant monkeys made an eloquent demonstration of this need to contact small primates. The monkeys separated at birth from their mothers, were placed in cages containing two maternal figures: one metal and wood, equipped with nipples providing milk, the other with fur, equipped with a heating radiator . To the amazement of the researchers, the baby monkeys preferred the "mommy" soft, warm and spent their days huddled against her and only took the minimum time to drink with each other, so we thought at the time that attachment was primarily motivated by food. The images are of the sentence: the little critters clinging to the figure of the false hair and round eyes drawn. It seems that children learn to touch, even to love first.

And it makes sense when one considers the real speed of evolution: mineral rate, more than a millennium. It is for anthropologists the concept of "environment of evolutionary adaptation", or space-time that certain features of a living organism have been selected as most favorable to the survival of the species. With regard to humans, this environment is called the Neolithic and precedes the process of "civilization" and settlement that we had there a couple of thousand years.

I'm getting this: the baby is telling, because it happens in this world of cities and machines, which we adults have become accustomed, that we assume (obviously), like it or think crappy (or both) but her expectations, a hunter-gatherer brain. We, too, for that matter. But let the baby arrives so that we jump we jump to the eyes, our world, after all, if this should occur.

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The recipe of the week, carried by 6 to 8 years

carrot cake recipe

Preparation: 15 min
Cooking time: 25-30 min

Ingredients (serves 4):

- 200 g grated carrots

- 3 eggs

- 100 g flour

- 100 g sugar
- Hazelnut
- raisins
- 3 tablespoons coffee cinnamon
- 1 packet yeast

Preparation

1. Mix in a bowl the eggs, flour, sugar, cinnamon, baking powder, nuts and raisins.

2. Mix well and add the carrot.

3. The look is weird, do not worry about the little dough over carrots.

4. bake in a loaf pan or cake at gas mark 6 (180C) for 25-30 min.

Hmmm ..... Bon appetite!

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Not Grandma, we do not baptize the child! From

I owe nothing to the religion from a sunny day in June 2001. After a violent volley of rice in the figure and placed a kiss on the lips of a brand new wife, I decided that the good god and I were even. It was without counting the children to come!

Until then I had been patient see philosopher. In any case tolerant. I had accommodated the concept of a church wedding. For love of the beautiful, out of respect for my new family, I accepted this little discussion with the priest, then these few appointments with a local clam frog who was preparing for the sacrament of marriage.

There was also memorable for preparing this Sunday, in a cloister in the company of other couples, for intense debate, led by deacons on the theme of living together, sexuality, children, faith and all ... It was mandatory. So I decided not to flinch. It saw me twisting two or three times the nose during the day. But I did it discreetly. I was making real efforts.

The wedding was very beautiful, so Christian, rustic, Mediterranean in a small church adorned with shale in the shade of olive trees. The picture was nice but now I will refuse any religious interference in my life. I'll make a point of honor.

Very quickly, I told my dear and loving light of this technicality in spiritual j'érigeais unassailable personal choice. I had a right to smile, few winks and a simple question:

- And the baptism of the child?

In fact the problem would soon arise. My wife and I were able to quickly evade the question itself is of a very soft religiosity, but did not count on the overwhelming weight of family tradition.

must say that from my side beautiful family, I served copiously question priests. I had fallen into another world, far removed from the general relaxation that characterized the religious sentiment in my own family. In short, I spent a world of unbelievers to the true believers, practitioners, faith deep in the body since the Merovingian. In this context, I was operating as a tourist.

They fascinated me. Mass almost every Sunday, crucifixes in the bedrooms, "discrete" blank plaster here and there, miraculous water from Lourdes in the plastic jar (vintage 1986), bread that is signed before the break and excellent relationship with "Monsieur le Cure."

children, including my wife, had all levels in private education, attending during much of their boarding school improbable run by religious Catalan tough and surly. Some cousins of my age had even attended catechism up to 16 years.

Do not misunderstand, this is a sincere faith, enlightened, rural, respectable, which looks nothing like the stereotype of the Catholic-traditional families rabbits Versailles, pleated skirts and shorts .

tolerant by nature I can stand without too much trouble these spiritual traditions when I visit my beautiful family, I love that remains of infinite kindness to me.

Anyway, by marrying Madam, I could not unpack it as my position very clear on the Catholic religion, the Pope and all the hoopla that accompanies it. I would have gone for a son-in-thankless and unpleasant. There was no question.

I took the party to sit on my own when I was atheist beliefs with them. With the beautiful family we can not speak of politics, or religion. It's better this way.

So Louis came, our eldest. The first months, the issue of baptism was not an issue really. But time was against us. About six months baby, her mother made an attempt to falsely naive test me.

- He'll have to see for baptism, a small family meal, grilled or ...

She did not finish his sentence. I remembered my absolute veto on the matter. I had indeed agreed to get married in a church for love and not to offend person (of course also for decorum baroque and romantic cliche) but on the question of baptism, I would not move one iota. I wanted you let my children outside of it. The Mass was said!

Discussion repeatedly failed to turn into an argument. But I yielded not. Yet I felt the dilemma in the minds of my little woman, uncomfortable with the idea of breaking the family tradition and would have to be explained with severe instances, beginning with his grandmothers .

Still, stubborn, I finally convinced her. We'd play dead, hoping that by dint of silence, the message would be required in the family. There would be no baptism point bar.

Time passed. And for the first anniversary of Louis, he had a family meal, or rather beautiful family. I went suddenly and without that I really expect it, feeling a little dryly weight of tradition.

At the end of one of these rustic meals washed down with wine which is customary in the village, I sipped my coffee. We finished dessert. I dipped down into my cup and only stayed at that time at the table that the female figures of the beautiful family. Grandmother, aunt, stepmother, wife. All nuclei matriarchal complete. The area was mined.

The fateful question, some feared, ended up falling as sharply as a sugar thrown from the second floor and diving into my hot coffee. She was asked by the supreme authority in the matter, Grandma. That we do not upset about this topic here.

"And then this little? You baptize when?" . The question was straightforward and direct. It imposed silence for the whole table. Grandma spoke to her granddaughter, Mrs. my wife.

An angel passes, then another, then a whole squadron. He only needed the Patrouille de France. There was little that the Grandfather to break the silence but I think even she stopped at that time!

I look at my wife who looks at his plate, peony. She mumbles something thing and then eventually articulate an answer:

- Not Grandma, there will be no baptism, we do not baptize Louis . It ended with an embarrassed smile.

And even respond tit for tat like a clap of thunder " You do not baptize? (!) But you dealing with this evil child! "

I swallowed a good shot to get this burst painful. I clenched my teeth in a grin that I could not repress. It's not much a beautiful son, do not believe it!

My poor wife was discomfited and I already saw his eyes redden. On his small shoulders, generations of ancestors scream seemed to infamy!
Beautiful Mother and Auntie, who were clearing the table, had remained frozen, like statues, waiting for that lightning certainly fall on this impudent. Their head in their shoulders and returned the plates were suspended. There was one that would spend a quarter of an hour dirty! I had to intervene.

Here for the first time in several years country meals, I allowed myself to give my opinion on this taboo subject, visceral in these places, that is religion. I had a simple answer and a few ready is true. He had only to break the glass in case of emergency. I made my coming out.

- Grandma does not scold me that it will not.

- And why? (!) In asking myself she jumped in her chair and opened her little hands. Grandma rolled the R with wonder. What made the situation as comical as flowers.

- Because at the Children's Home where I work, I see children every day unhappy, penalties unimaginable suffering, terrible stories, but I ever see the good god. Also I do not want my children to be baptized.

I was brief. I finished with a smile, but no skull. I wanted to avoid blasphemy for obvious diplomatic reasons. Low profile rigor.

Both my wife took a flight of green wood, as I felt relatively unscathed. Meme evident in its hardness and famous on this subject, seemed somewhat taken aback by my response. It saved me a derogatory remark that in any event I would have immediately forgiven (I was going to say a good Christian!) I forgive all this Grandma nice. Anyway I did not want to support the debate too long.

And I was finally rescued in the wake of the good aunt, to distract and confuse the in holy water, clutch on the painful subject of children placed away their parents. The auntie was just as shocked as Grandma, but she had reached out to get me out of this mess.

Never again addresses the issue of baptism thereafter. The debate is over, but the experience remains a highlight of my father's condition.