24 noviembre, 2008

Having a bad day?

Stand up and dance!!!

Take one of those cheer up song you know, rise your monitor volume and dance your worries away. It works! I recently discovered this Anis' song, and I cant help dancing to this beat! Like the Monkey song from the Jungle book. You start by taping your feet, swinging your hips, and there you go!
Enjoy it!

"Y'a des hauts, bes bas, des bas et des hauts, De drôle de débats et d'la démago. Des coups d'pression des coups dans l'dos, Des coups d'bluffs et des rodéo"
Anis - Rodeo Boulevard

22 noviembre, 2008

Snow & bla bla blaaa

The snow came to town today. It's her first visit this winter.
The first time Lucia saw the snowflakes falling.



She started talking, baby language of course. Non-stop. Guess she has a lot to say!


14 noviembre, 2008

Magical moments…

When I hold you in my arms while you are falling asleep. It’s magical. Your little rounded face resting peacefully on my elbow; I know you are running to the land of the dreams, but you are still close to me.

Hope to share many more!


"Soft and low when the evening comes - Holding you, sleeping in my arms - I remember there was a time - When I used to sing for you - Do do do, do do do..." from Tracy Chapman latest album: Our Bright Future

03 noviembre, 2008

Lucia is 8 months

Lucia is growing fast, zummm she’s 8 months. She knows who is dad and mom, she answers to her name, she knows her cat Aramis. She likes playing with the jingle balls, with her teddy bears, and with all her bunch of toys. In fact anything is a toy for her. So we must be careful to keep things out of her reach. She picks up the things she likes and pulls away the ones she doesn’t. Selection is the key!

She makes lots of noises of her own, and tries to communicate. We are starting to learn these baby signals. Like I’m hungry, I’m tired, I need a cuddle, and where are you mom!!! This last one I get it quite often. I read that she might be in this phase, where she’s discovering, that in fact, mom is not part of her, so it is hard for her to see me leave or to not see me at all.

We play the “cocoo” game often, so that she will learn, that even if she can’t see me, I’m still there. And then when she finds me, and she opens her arms wide, how can I just don’t take her in my arms and squeeze her tight, feel that particular smell of her, mmmm, one of those magical moments.

My baby, my moment.