The weekend with the grandparents was very relaxing. (I don’t think I realized how relaxing until I returned to paris and was tossed in to work at the deepend.) E was adoring, happy to see me and play with me, yet didn’t need to me to get her things or entertain her really- she has a best friend who, helpfully, lives next door.
This meant my main and pretty much only duty was Little J. I got him up in the mornings and ready for the day so that his parents could sleep in late. I fed him, bathed him, played with him, took him off other peoples hands when they had something they wanted to do. But his grandparents, especially his grandfather, adores him. It was gorgeous to see the two of them together.
Because both the grandparents speak English so well, it made my weekend easy. I spoke French but if I wanted to tell a complex story I could switch into English and that way I felt like I could contribute all that I wanted to, and they in turn could get to know me. Being a foodie, it also made it easy to work out exactly what I was eating and where it came from, its history etc.
This meant my main and pretty much only duty was Little J. I got him up in the mornings and ready for the day so that his parents could sleep in late. I fed him, bathed him, played with him, took him off other peoples hands when they had something they wanted to do. But his grandparents, especially his grandfather, adores him. It was gorgeous to see the two of them together.
Because both the grandparents speak English so well, it made my weekend easy. I spoke French but if I wanted to tell a complex story I could switch into English and that way I felt like I could contribute all that I wanted to, and they in turn could get to know me. Being a foodie, it also made it easy to work out exactly what I was eating and where it came from, its history etc.
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