Yesterday was La Rentrée, when all the kids in France go back to school.
This year that includes Lily who is attending the Ombrosa school in Bourget du Lac. Although it's a bilingual school, the majority of the children there are from France and she'll receive most of her lessons in French. Yikes.
She seems to like it so far, which is a relief! If that was me at her age I would have been sooo nervous, but she just waved me off, cool as ice :P
The hours are fairly intense; 8:15am - 4:40pm, but she gets a half day on a Wednesday and generous school holidays.
La Rentrée is a massive event here, with pretty much every type of shop trying to cash in on it.'Back to school! Save x% on beds/lawn mowers/fish tanks'. I'm surprised anyone has any money left to spend on these things after buying all the books and stationery.
Hopefully helping Lil with her homework will refresh my French a bit. I've managed a few more conversations since last update, but nothing worth writing home about. I just find it sooo frustrating. I understand what is being said, I know what I want to say, I just can't get in translates into French and out of my mouth in time.
Me and the boys explored Chanaz this morning, a pretty village on a canal that leads to the Lac du Bourget. It's the perfect place for a relaxing stroll in the morning sun and a cappuccino in one of the pretty cafés that line the canal. Or it would be if you didn't have a nearly two year old asking "what's that" approximately every four seconds and legging it towards the water at any given opportunity. Oh and an eight week old screaming inconsolably because he hasn't pooped since Sunday. We did manage to afford ourselves about three minutes of peace by letting Max eat the sugar lumps that came with the coffees.
I've just noticed I've managed to mention poop in all three updates so far.
This year that includes Lily who is attending the Ombrosa school in Bourget du Lac. Although it's a bilingual school, the majority of the children there are from France and she'll receive most of her lessons in French. Yikes.
She seems to like it so far, which is a relief! If that was me at her age I would have been sooo nervous, but she just waved me off, cool as ice :P
The hours are fairly intense; 8:15am - 4:40pm, but she gets a half day on a Wednesday and generous school holidays.
La Rentrée is a massive event here, with pretty much every type of shop trying to cash in on it.'Back to school! Save x% on beds/lawn mowers/fish tanks'. I'm surprised anyone has any money left to spend on these things after buying all the books and stationery.
Hopefully helping Lil with her homework will refresh my French a bit. I've managed a few more conversations since last update, but nothing worth writing home about. I just find it sooo frustrating. I understand what is being said, I know what I want to say, I just can't get in translates into French and out of my mouth in time.
Me and the boys explored Chanaz this morning, a pretty village on a canal that leads to the Lac du Bourget. It's the perfect place for a relaxing stroll in the morning sun and a cappuccino in one of the pretty cafés that line the canal. Or it would be if you didn't have a nearly two year old asking "what's that" approximately every four seconds and legging it towards the water at any given opportunity. Oh and an eight week old screaming inconsolably because he hasn't pooped since Sunday. We did manage to afford ourselves about three minutes of peace by letting Max eat the sugar lumps that came with the coffees.
I've just noticed I've managed to mention poop in all three updates so far.
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