Sep
29

quite a lineup

Posted by sol in images, life

I nice present from my aunt Laila in the mail this morning: a photo of my brother’s christening. My grandpa, my daddy, my mother, my aunt and my brother. I can also see my mamamami in the background. It made me smile. I’n not quite sure but perhaps I’m in the photo too? In my mother’s belly?

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Sep
25

not a love letter

Posted by sol in I'm not proud

This is what you get when you forget 2 wet cloth nappies in the pail for 6+ months and your cleaning lady finds them. Lucky for me, my husband is not squeamish.

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Sep
25

Random things

Posted by sol in life, prattle

well well well of course I’ve been forsaking my blog lately and have very good excuses, for instance lots to do. That’s true, when I had to run after Damiano all day long, all I could do was idle away those few moments of freedom I had. Now with more consistent chunks of the day all to myself, I’m trying to make something useful of them. And yes, blogging often doesn’t count.

Damiano is loving kindergarten so much, he’s so happy there, he’s growing so fast, my sweetie pie. He is an angel, he’s funny and I do miss him a lot, although I also enjoy my new found freedom. Lately his speech has exploded and it’s extremely funny to listen to his constant chit-chat. It’s also very funny how he pronounces certain things, like car (caRRR), grocery store (gossy so), post office (pot ophish), flying field (fafa), breakfast (beska)… also, have I told you how he’s obsessed by cars? He knows nearly every brand and make of cars there is. And each one is associated with a person, who owns each car. So grampa’s car is emdouble-u, Davide’s car is Toyouta, Leah’s car is an Olvo, Paolo’s car is an Alfa, sometimes an Alpa. And so on. Well, yesterday we found a little car among the junk in the basement, and as soon as I handed it to Damiano he cried: “FFFFolkswageeen!!!!” and then, with his mouth very close to the little door: “MAnueeeeL!!! COOooomeeee!!!” Yes because Manuel has a Volkswagen so he also lives in the miniature Beetle in our basement clutter.

What else? oh yes well, in a month I’ll be turning 29 years old and OMG, that means that in 13 months I’ll be 30. I had promised suggestions on fantastic gifts that you could get me but in the end I realized that I have everything. Yes it is true I’m skint, but there’s nothing I really need. Besides a lot of money, of course. If you insist, I would love a subscription to Ottobre design and/or a house by the beach in Saint Tropez.

Anyhoo, besides my work as a full-time mum right now my next challenge is to prove that one can learn perfect German in 3 months, or at least give an exam that suggests so. It’s a real challenge because I’m at that point on the learning curve where each little improvement costs me a big effort. We’ll see how that goes. In the meantime we’re enjoying this summery autumn start.

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Fun at the bouncy castle.

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Sep
24

lucky he can actually do that

Posted by sol in images, my sons are smarter than me

…for someone like me who’s always saying impertinent shit…

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Sep
18

hammered

Posted by sol in images, my sons are smarter than me

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Nothing nicer than passing out after a good swig of mummy’s milk.


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Sep
14

4 months and other milestones

Posted by sol in images, life, my sons are smarter than me

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Soooooo, today my roly-poly turned 4 months old, and he’s just as chubby and soft and smiley and lovely as he was a month ago. The only thing that’s changed is that now he flips over and sings aAAAaaAAaAaAAAaaaAAaaAAAaaaAAAA.

Also, he’s a little bit more interactive so Damiano likes him more and more. And Santiago is in total awe of him. When D.’s being his crazy boisterous self, S. cackles and chuckles deliciously.

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Anyway, today was a special day because D. started kindergarten, as we call it over here, or nursery or preschool as it is known elsewhere.  Well, things didn’t go as planned, as they often don’t.

30 minutes after I had dropped him off, the misses (as we called them at my kindergarten back in the day) called me. He was crying inconsolably asking for mummy. I spoke to him on the phone. He started chatting: “this is the playgroup, this spazieren*”.  It broke my heart a little bit, and it bummed me out a little. I went back right away, and although he seemed calm when I spotted him, he sobbed and ran to my arms as soon as he saw me. I tried to convince him to stay and have fun, but as soon as I’d say “mummy has to go”, he’d start crying again. And so I took him home and that was his first day of kindergarten. 30 bloody minutes. We’ll try again tomorrow, we’ll see how it goes.

It was a rainy day and seemed to go on forever but is finally over.

*spazieren means “to go for a walk” in German, and in D.’s brain it means when mummy isn’t around and somebody else takes care of him, since the babysitter he had during the summer always took him for a walk. That’s why it broke my heart a bit. He was telling me: “this is the playgroup, you are not here”.


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Sep
12

Santiago overload

Posted by sol in images, my sons are smarter than me

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If you had a baby like this you’d be neglectig your blog, too.


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Sep
4

among the fairies, my little pixie

Posted by sol in images, life, my sons are smarter than me

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Sep
2

Summer adventures

Posted by sol in globe-trotting, images, life, my sons are smarter than me

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Eating raspberry popsicles in the front garden.

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Making pizza with Daddy, and loving the raw dough, like Daddy.

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Mowing the lawn with Stefan.

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Posing with baby brother for Mommy’s photos.

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Going for hikes and sleeping in the craxer.

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The Schlern, very awesome indeed.


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