Bringing up Baby !

Hello baby!

Are you doing fine? Splendid! Enjoy it while it lasts…

Let’s keep on blabbing about your Mom. She was born in Cholet, France, a town some 60 kms from where you’ll be born in a couple of months. She’s therefore French and although you may think it’s cool to be French yoursel, keep in mind we’re ferocious cheese-eaters among which cheeses the world-renowed Camembert. Soon enough, when you go abroad, mainly to the UK or US, people might just call you Froggy. You might ponder why for a while until you admit that being similar to Kermit rocks. But that’s another story, stay tuned for that one…

Your Mom is a teacher. T-E-A-C-H-E-R, i.e. she handles a bunch of six-year-olds, tries to keep them under control and teaches them how to read and count, so don’t you think you can escape long homework nights. And don’t count on your dad to alleviate your burden, he’s almost like a teacher…
Come to think of it, half the family members are teachers. Spooky huh ? It’s good thing Grandpa and Uncle Jr.’ll hang around you to prevent you from following the dark side of teaching.

Back to Mommy, apart from teaching, she enjoys going to the movies on a regular basis and plays the piano. Now mind you, the piano almost turned into a state of affairs back home. You see, your gifted mommy took up playing the piano when she was a kid, about 4 years of age (although she boasted 3 for a while until I figured she couldn’t have possibly reached for the keys). Anyhow, she used to play, and still does from time to time. She even taught me to play a very simple tune. We used to play together. A duet is it ?
That’s your Mom…

Before you come crashing down on us and become a four-legged, out-of-control, high-pitched, high-speed cute little monster, here’s the story of your mom, not mine, not Granny, just your Mom.

And what a Mom she is ! Relax she’s had plenty of time to rehearse her mom job, she’s fully qualified, I can vouch for that. I was her guinea pig for well over 20 years now, and so far I can’t complain.

Anne-Lise, that’s your Mom, was born Dec. 29th 1980, a couple days shy of Christmas. Gee, I’d hate it. So would you : even though parents claim they don’t cheat you on gifts, it can’t be avoided and sure enough, either Christmas or your birthday is shunned upon. So congrats upon your being born in October. Babies have known to been born early or late but never as late as 3 extra months. This is not Britrail by Jove !
This birthday matter aside, your Mom is therefore a Capricorn (from caper goat + cornu horn) and although I could gloat about all her bad sides - and god knows there are quite a few - I’d rather stick to the bright side of her life.
She’s loving, and lovable, and I’m pretty sure you’ll feel snug and comfortable in her arms. Brown eyes, brunette, the cutest nose since Cleopatra. Red-rimmed glasses, our father’s (your grandpa) smile, and a truckload of good humor. She gave up drinking any sort of alcoholic beverage as well as Coke and coffee so that you’d enjoy pregnancy. She’ll be, no doubt, a very dedicated Mom.
However… She’s not into sports unfortunately, neither is your other uncle on this side of the family. So I guess you’ll have to rely on Uncle Jr. to take you out to the ball game… I’ll try to dress in yellow and green as much as your Mom will allow it (I’ll be sneaky). Just so you know, that’s Nantes’ colors, your home and birth town !!
I’ll try to get my hands on some pics of your Mom so you can see what she looks like / looked like when she was younger. In the meantime, dear kin, take care, and see you in a postwhile !