Today, my guy, my nephew, ptit ptit has a year.
And it will celebrate well away from me, since he lives in Seattle, taste to the joys of the Americanism: it goes to the gym baby weekly, has right to the US TV programs and made the american food, finally it taste a little, his parents are still good franchouillards.



The guys ptit has not always been so far, it was even very close to me since I lived a 10 minutes walk from his home.

I've trampled joy upon learning his arrival, I saw his mother belly round, I even tried to hear her heart beat (put a stethoscope on the stomach does venture not to hear the baby, loss of time). I saw trémousser warm, I put my hands on the big container, I followed his close room decor and obviously I participated in custody dress and his toys Park constitution. I myself am precipitated motherhood to his knowledge to a period where nothing was at home, he arrived as a small Saviour. I have cedé instead of "last of the family", passing the status of ptite in old tantine gaga-Manager last.

And then see his brother become a dad, it's done something really weird. It ressoude a family, it makes foufou, we see her father becoming crazy initiating at the melee, it sees his mother completely gâteuse him with all his colleagues at work, it prevents everyone when new photos are online. We see his brother suddenly become a single Manager, it is accelerated in the idea that the belle-soeur is a mother to the top.
It is completely ridiculous, but it is known and it assumes very well.
The evidence, this note chock-full of pictures that make me chamallow every time!

I remember our first meeting, already very class with a blue ptit, he dandinait in his body, trémoussait to get warm in my arms, to find the ideal place to pick up the heat. When it was nearby, it was regularly rencards in head to head, marrait on the carpet, I sortais great game level kitchen with 'compet s' bib, I was zen, bath and massage activities, it kiffait serious, giving me in exchange for foilie smiles, I oubliais stridents screams that he's push sometimes, his narquois smile when I discovered the status of its channel narguant me when he was naked cod, gender "you my old aunt, you'll see that I'll pisser you it." I have him same presented unmarried friends, after had obviously sold it well as il right. They have all succumbed, is a beautiful man the Gaby, but him after them have charmed well as must be based on smiles, which kill moues he has turned the head. A distributor this man...

It was some romantic walks in the Park (need that I tell you the effect is a girl with a baby in arms in men, ca applies its weighing...), it took on the edge of the sea, it took the whole road: City, campaign, sea, it has done everything. The terraces both evenings sofa, more or less sweet when his father had just paste it into my bed clocks. Y ' is not to say, it has been in the kitsch-romantico-romantic.

And 7 months, he took his suitcase, responsible for feeding bottles, plush toys and rattles, and crossed the Atlantic and the United States to settle in Seattle. Big tears and pinching in the heart of series...


Now we have our webcams rencards, I see that grow in the picture. His mother, his agent in some sorts, very regularly gives news. I see that take its first in video, I see its chicots ptits out in the picture, I see gifts unpacking and crash test in webcam.

Fortunately, he just spend a few weeks in France very soon, and I die of impatience.
And since when it launches in a new relationship, serious I know that I will have the jitters, I ask myself already full of questions: is that it will find funny to me, is that he will want to come in my arms, is that I could calm down if he mourns, is that it will feel protected? Will ensure that it be remembered that it was he who, intrigued by blond hair, sometimes caressait, approached them often noises also by blue eyes was trying to put his boudinés fingers? And then how it will call me when it will be larger? Old Tante? Tantine? Tata?
No, because it is important the nickname we give to someone. And the latest news, its parents, shame on them, given to a small dog that advance and aboie, the nickname gives me my family. It'll find, and quickly...

Today, my Gabychou ptit has one year, and it is very exactly 8.044 km, 9 h of jet lag, 10 h minimum flight.
Ptit guys has everything a year, it is not even one metre, but it already bothering girls.
A champion seed that one...