Lou's Diary
A little prince, not quite like the others
  Hello, I am a little boy who only sees right with his heart...
Which doesn't make my parent's daily life any easier. So I'm blind and different (mentally speaking).




« march 2005 »



 Monthly archives

Lou and space


Welcome to Lou's blog

This blog was born in french during autumn 2003 and is now progressively being translated in your language.

New articles will therefore appear on a regular basis.


... my apologies to the people who hadn't understood this yet, all articles on this website are created and written by myself (his dad).

Lou is currently unable to do it,, just like he is to this day unable to grasp the concept of a "computer", "internet", or to focus for a long period of time on a conversation. Only time will tell us if we manage to integrate him completely in the world in which he lives.

Therefore all stories, despite relating actual facts, are obviously biased by my interpretation of his behavior. But having known him for over five years, I don't think I'm getting it wrong.

Want to know more ? Check out the "read me" page.

RSS Feed



Thank you to the "Roi Baudoin" foundation ( "Parcours hors pistes" ). The new design, hosting and translations were partially made possible by their financial support.
Many thanks to Marco Pappalardo et Laetitia Bouet for the translation.


Blogarama - The Blog Directory
Blog Search Engine -Search Engine and Directory of blogs. Looking for blogs? Find them on BlogSearchEngine.com

friday 18 march 2005

72. The novel of my meals (5)

repas de Lou 5(continued)

To conclude this long chapter, I should also tell you about what and how I eat. Because for
a blind man, it's a long and difficult learning process.
First of all, about sandwhiches, they are delivered to me pre-cut and crustless. I don't like the crust, it's hard !
Similarly, for warm meals, everything must be mixed up and without any lumps. They're scary when they get in the mouth ! And then of course for the time being I need to be hand fed with a spoon. Mommy and daddy are slowly teaching me to thrust the spoon into the plate by myself, so I can start eating like a big person. "Youp!" is the codeword for that.
One day, maybe, I will be able to eat on my own, to cut my own meat. Daddy and mommy have learned how to do it, how to guide me. But it's still a bit too complicated for me.

Anyway, the tough part will be accepting to eat with anybody else than my parents or my grand-parents !
By Luc Boland, at 08:37 :: My own world :: #91 :: 2 comments
NL Versie | Version française | Disclaimer | Contact Us | Copyright 2004 - Luc Boland