Beatrice: 9 months


Little Bea is turning 9 months. She is so… adorable. Everybody loves Bea! And Bea loves everybody but she loves her mummy the most, of course.

I’m sure it happens with most mums – we suffer of memory loss. We do remember all the sweet stuff of our first child, but certain things are just gone from our minds. Like this separation anxiety phase. I thought that Beatrice was suffering from that before we came to Brazil. Now I know that it was nothing compared to how she is these days. Geez, Louise, my back is killing me from carrying her several hours a day. She just wants me all the time. And she cries and cries and gets really upset. I hope I won’t come here in a month and say that it got worse.

She had showers, as opposed to baths, most of the time during these holidays and now she cries a lot when having a bath. Oh dear.

She still tries all sort of food – even the wrong ones – and seems alright with everything, but she doesn’t eat much. She looks very healthy though, so nothing to worry.

No sign of teeth yet.

Her sleeping patterns are a mess. From three naps of 40-60 minutes (sometimes longer), she is barely having two naps of 40 minutes each. If I’m lucky and I sleep with her, we can have a one hour nap. And after a few days not sleeping much during the day, she has a long two hour nap – mainly when we need her to be awake. At night, it’s not too bad now – I managed to put her to sleep between 7-8pm a few times, but there are days that she just refuses to sleep and goes to bed after 9pm. And still wakes up at 7am (or 6:30am).

The annoying game of throwing everything on the floor a million times has started.

The annoying game of pulling our hair as hard as she can has started.

The annoying game of slapping our hands when giving her food or a drink has started.

The annoying game of slapping has started.

She has learned to climb – specially mummy.

She always looks for/to Laura when we say “where’s Laura?”, but sometimes she ignores us completely when we call her name.

She loves her sister to bits (and vice-versa).

Her mouth is still the first or second part of her body where objects go to – hands are usually the first, but sometimes she approaches things with her tongue.

She is learning to dance (with her sister).

If she finds a cushion or pillow on her way while crawling, she likes to lie down for a few seconds.

She is “walking” a few steps holding on to stuff, like a coffee table.

She can stay up without support for a few seconds.

She likes to sit down with one leg bent backwards and one leg stretched forward.

She is suffering with the heat, poor thing.

She kissed a dog. Just once.

She said Bella (the name of the dog) a couple of times, repeating after Laura, who calls out for the dog a billion times.

She claps her hands when we sing Happy Birthday (but only sometimes).

When there is a group of adults chatting really loudly, she shouts “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah” non stop, even louder.

When she wants a cuddle from someone (usually grandma), she throws herself to the person with her head, like asking for a kiss.

She loves eating shoes more than any of her toys.

Changing her nappies is just the most difficult thing in the world. I will probably start potty training her soon.

Overall, she loves all the attention she is having here.

My daddy wear silly goggles, in Barra de Jacuipe, Bahia

With daddy in Barra de Jacuipe, Bahia

in Barra de Jacuipe, Bahia

in Barra de Jacuipe, Bahia

With uncle Roberto, in Mangue Seco, Bahia

With uncle Roberto, in Mangue Seco, Bahia

in Baixios, Bahia

in Baixios, Bahia


Cute little smelly foot

Cute little smelly foot

I kiss and squeeze every day

I kiss and squeeze every day

Always chewing on something

Always chewing on something

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5 responses »

  1. Como ela está linda! É incrível como elas ficam bem no Brasil, com toda família em volta e atenção, né? Depois voltar para o frio chato da Europa é que é dose. Um abraço, Alessandra.

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