Mom's portrait episode 16

And here after the truce of Christmas, of turkeys, of presents all this that, one take back the good habits of Monday morning: an interview of a great blogueuse mom. Today, I am not very proud to introduce you here even, the famous, royal Margaux Motin, yeah only this!

Thank you for declining first of all your identity, pseudo, age, numbers of gnomes with load, geographical location (here e-Zabel, national police force, your papers please)

Margaux Motin, 30 years, a baby cod of 3 years, Paris. This goes to you just like that or you also want my turn of chest and number it of stretch marks post pregnancy by buttock?

Working mom or Home mom or roughly, apart glander at home, you make what as activities admitted by the society?

Ah not but me I does nothing of nothing. I take care not of my daughter, has it the school and the nanny for this, and officially I am illustrator but I work at home therefore you think well that I make only has paint me nails by looking at TV films on M6 and by eating of Crunch.
In truth I am a micro-firm has me all alone and I occupy all posts. I make telephone standard even to say you, and handle it carefully Офисs. Illustrator, in fact, it is very complete as job.

A daddy who helps a bit, a lot, passionately or one that? (a perhaps used joker if the zHom in question is likely AND reader of blog!)?

A just brilliant daddy. It took its time the fellow, but today it is a daddy who tears everything! He gets stuck with the hours of dinette, plays the fight, tells him stories, sings songs (forgery but sings nevertheless), give the bath, dress (and with token gout in more pur e classifies it nevertheless!), take her to the school on its shoulders, learns her it has plant daffodils in spring, prepares cakes with her, dance on the big rap, can get angry any red with a lot of pace and maxi output, maitrise the art of the guili in the back as person and prepares the best pur e muslin of The UNIIIIVERS!

Your mom's nicest memory (I know it is cucul, but it is girl's blog here however, it is necessary to respect some ground rules)

B every new wonder erases precedent a bit. I cried three days ago when she sang me "baby daddy No l" by heart to the baby dej, I cried for the first steps, the first I love you .Mais my best memories, they are the true instants of d connade. When she says to me come, they are going to make the madwomen , and that they jump on beds, that they dance to the point of falling sweaty and died from tiredness on the working, That they hide to frighten her father all these instants of pure raw distribution where I feel transmitting her my basics and where she gives me the marvellous possibility of being I too 3 years old, once again.

Your blog: why, since when, what they find, your ambition there, what to you plait in the writing (in short, now that you are multimillionaire thanks to your blog, can you speak to us about it a little more?)

Multimillionaire MULTIMILLIONAIRE??? but smoked you your cuticles salt sick man????
This exists not multimillionaire with a blog, it is against nature.
My blog it exists since March, 2008. At first, it was a professional tool, then it has rather quickly become what that is today: a type of collection illustrated with columns of my life, quasi real-time. Purposes are simple.
Technically, the blog is a kind of laboratory within which I can work my feature, whet my writing, attract new formats, while being persistently subjected to the evaluation of a very large jury. It is a huge tool as illustrator. Furthermore the rhythm of production to which compels the support blog makes me work quickly, go to the basics. I learnt to be more synthetic and more consistent in the building of my pictures.
Professionally, purpose well is on to transport my pictures, to give to my clients an overview of my job, to sell me.
Taken out from these two parametres, the essential purpose of this blog is distribution, exchange, free mouvement of smile, of good mood, of love. I follow hyper peace and love as girl. Life is mean, the complicated human reports, the violent world. They are taken every day things in frontal. They really need this love there. This free love, which commits sincere hyper to nothing, with perfect unknowns, this virtual love, inconstructible but. This love which every day spaces him out some minutes does you the banana, gives you desire to express you, to be yourself, just because there, for instant, is not all alone to you. To try to make laugh with my drawings, it is my way of distributing this love. With comments on the blog, the mails, the drawings which are made me, I recover this love in full pear power thousand. It is really a magical knack. It is proC proC with death but if you consider that he parried that I was nun in my previous life, this is really held in fact.

Strict mom, mom hen or a mixture of two? (You get to work it in the carrot, in the whip or in yes yes my small darling)

My flea will be a priori longer grown-up as child. My purpose it is to help it, as high as my means, to become an adult in full bloom while preserving the magic of this too short period of childhood. At our place the educational frame is great farm. Good morning Madam, thank you Mister, please, forgiveness , politeness, respect, rigour, ground rules, way she is going to register in the society which encircles her and food with others, they too much do not have fun with this. On the other hand, they communicate tremendously and the family space is really a zone of freedom of expression where Poupette can experiment, react to instinct, follow the impulses. If his freedom becomes a problem for that of others, they recadre. But they really try to open her most ways possible and to let her go for a walk in her please there. In any case, they are always not far there to hold him the hand. And then they trust her. All that I wish it is that she feels always free to be really who she wants without doubting the love which there has as her.

For you, it is what the most difficult in mom's life? (yes I always am in my objective to put down with the famous it is marvellous and what of happiness to be mom !)

This done 24 h 00 day. It is not enough. Pur e it shows although it is a guy who tried to gerer the sharing out of time. It is no, it is badly done. I feel juggling permanently with the hours, the minutes even. I cross my life has run. I think that the worst, it is two or three o'clock of the evenings of weeks, these hours that the parents cross to manage the bath, diner, game, at the same time as they throw a washing, in plaice other one, fill two three documents, pay the rent, think of writing in Mamichou who is going to celebrate its 80 ballets, and Cabbage, if they want to leave this summer needs to think the plane has reserve , find the time to embrace each other between the kitchen and the bathroom, play has the fight in the chesterfield with Poupette, little before going to tell the book of evening, pulled between the desire to spend more time with her, to stretch the party to see it laughing, mincing about, making a pencil sketch, and the desire abreger as quickly as possible to have some hours for oneself, for them, as us who. I am acrobat since I am mom, I sometimes find this exhausting. You see during holiday, Poupette was at its big parents', and well with Cabbage, they are even not taken out, you know what was made? They used each of our parties, to take the time, not to envisage diners, to extemporise, to drink the drink of the hours, to eat cheeses which stink for any meal, to discuss without being interrupted, trainer, trainer, trainer, have parties which make the hours, THE LUXURY!

Fields free: (go there, express cowards you, you, it is the instant!)

B , I know not, Poupette I love you, Daddy, Mom, thank you for everything, damned Cabbage I have just thought of a knack, they made the recalls of vaccine of the cat?