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protects health record, it's ugly.

is a fashion must have ten years. I mean a girl thing, something moms. Protects the health record. Absolutely essential after "Fashion Mom". A must. One must have in its list of birth. The friends of Mrs. ask you the question, almost worried, you thought to protect health records? -

It seems as useful as a sterilizer or a stroller. Essential that I tell you something !..... what Mom ....

In fact it is a horror. A summit of bad taste. When a father shows up at the doctor with toddlers by the arm and the famous health records he looks for what? huh? I'll tell me! Well a jerk!

No, but you saw the face of these items? Garish colors, the ruffles, animal heads all ugly! Most discrete-candy pink are for girls, blue for boys firecracker!

And now this gadget triple the volume of the book, which suddenly exceeds the diaper bag or jacket. As you mark it even faster!

And the worst part is that this horror protects nothing! Instead, the original cover of the book is slipping away even faster, snatched in the year by the famous "protects notebook" weighs his weight and that needs to take out of the bag. A mess I tell you.

Not really dad's got to do something there!

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Slice of life of a daddy 2

I wonder if this blog should not be called simply "slice of life of a Dad ". I think of it. So much to say in this area and especially from this perspective. There is still a risk, that of writing banalities about fatherhood, about family life. Too bad I take the risk.

I do not remember who said that today's fathers are the new adventurers of modern times. That may be true. The way we are today Daddy seems very different from our fathers and light years from that of our grandfathers. The major theorists of child development, Winnicott, Dolto etc., were based on family patterns that exist virtually today. Dads have changed significantly since at least twenty years and this is not a scoop.

It is certainly true of the social milieu in which I move. Around my friends and colleagues-dads that combine work and family life, sharing household chores with Madame (more or less, no exaggeration!), Cooking, child rearing. But who bathe their babies, changing diapers, getting up during the night for the bibis, read stories, go to the pediatrician.

Dads today are a few moms in some cases. Let psychologists supposedly tragic consequences of these developments. Anyway Dad can sometimes appear to be a second job, with its daily obligations, its high responsibilities, his salary (payroll is done in kisses, the universal currency runs very stable)

What moms do not feel neglected at this stage of reading, I do a little deliberately did not talk about it.

Being a father is an adventure. May sometimes be experienced as a big sacrifice. There are days of the blues like that. But finally it is perhaps the blow to speak with a touch of humor in describing this or that anecdote paramount in my life dad.

This blog is therefore likely to evolve and take a few steps from lobby municipal kindergarten. I thought ...

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Slice of life of a dad. Episode 1

The Free time is scarce for a father of three boys. There are four or five minutes for yourself lying here and there during the day, but it's never enough. It's a race against time when a father is both a self-serious, any less present. There is a mom who shares the daily tasks with excellence that makes his job as mom, but in the end did not it either, free time. Of course this is true for the father is also mum.

So we need to know to appreciate the quiet moments. They counted on the fingers of one hand. He must think a few seconds to remember where to hide these havens of peace. There's so little! There

break pee / poop in the toilet, the last refuge of the father in search of calm. There are also bathroom break (in the same spirit as the toilet). That said, while Dad three children will confirm that even in the citadel of the crapper, there is someone to bother you. The smallest of the three generally.

Not bad as the car paused, once you ran like crazy to accompany No. 1 and No. 2 in school. Is the break "trip to the job." Not always serene.

Sometimes you have to flee. Well, it's not the big fugue eh, it's just history to fetch bread and blow five minutes. It's important five minutes with yourself. Because when it's five at home, being alone with oneself is the great luxury, very rare a moment it must taste.

There is also this blessed moment of all parents, or where the toddlers are going to sleep ... after pee, brush teeth, history, scraping back, the kiss, the hug, a glass of water, re-pee ... It is usually near 9:00 p.m. .... PHEW!

And for the dad that I am, there's the late night in summer open windows. The whole house is sleeping soundly. There will be a bottle in two or three hours but no matter, there is silence, the quiet time just me. To read, write, listen to music blogger. Moment of grace. O time, suspend your flight ...

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X-Files

Ghosts in my house? And why not rats or cockroaches as we're at it! Still, we came something a little weird three years ago. "Chelou" as the teens say. I'm atheist in an atheist, unbeliever limit, quite rational not to say at every turn septic fields, with this history, I had the doubt!

whole story revolves around an old cupboard. It was flanked on the first floor of an old village house that I bought two years ago. The kind of love that little place, with exposed beams, old stones, creaky floors, exposed timbers rotten and noisy. In the homes of generations of people were born there, lived there, had died.

This cupboard therefore, not as old as the house but almost sat on the first floor of two rooms. It was built in the walls. It was the work of a carpenter who had certainly responded to the command of a former owner. Large and large wooden doors stood up to the ceiling. All were equipped with a lock on the old sliding, rusty and mostly equipped with a trigger. There were six doors in total, three lower and three cabinet level. One of them, the lower level, no longer opens.

It is annoying that a closet door does not open. It always manages time through those open but it eventually became annoying. So one day, commissioned by my sweet that no longer tolerated this defect, I start to repair. Armed with a large screwdriver and a hammer, I rush into the cabinet and I slap on the seal, more seized than other locks. This is enough to slide to unlock the system. Inside the trigger I guess an old stubborn spring and certainly crashed. I then gently tap a little harder and at the end, as per .... lock does not move, I go with a good heart. But nothing, it does not, it stuck, I just might break so I quit. I then try to turn the four screws holding the damn lock, but they are so old that their rusty head fall to pieces when I force with my screwdriver.

No, really, it's not worth it. The door will remain locked, we will say. My reputation is handyman Sunday denied this and failed miserably to me is the sarcasm of my girlfriend.

And we forget for months that damned closet door ...

One morning I got up, I descend the stairs slowly, a little "radar" and I found my girl, also standing, as if frozen in front of our wooden cupboard. A door is open, one. One whose lock rotten, rotten to the screws, I had finally refused access. It is open to ten centimeters, and we see a little of all the nonsense that accumulates in closets. It is open ... We do not believe our eyes. Not only loosens the lock seems, but the trigger was more remote and the door opened into the night.

Conclusion of my dear and loving "home is ambruxée ! is Catalan, it means "bewitched."

I do not believe, but I did not find an explanation that really takes the road.