Monthly Archives: September 2014

When the father is out…


Have you heard of parents that are afraid of being alone with their kids? Not because they think their kids will become monsters overnight and eat them alive, but because kids are unpredictable and can be very tiring at times and when you are outnumbered (eg one parent, two kids) it is a bit scary.

Tonight is one of those nights that a mother is scared of her children. Luckily, they are lovely kids and can behave well 85% of the time.

Luckily tonight it wasn’t as bad as it can get. This poor mother is exhausted after waking up at 5am (sleeping at midnight) and working non-stop until 7pm, so the level of patience has been compromised. Yes, there were tears. Because not just the mother is exhausted – the poor girls were also very tired.

Luckily the childminder is an angel and returned the girls fed and bathed. All the mother had to do was brush their teeth and put the pyjamas on (and sing and tell stories and breastfeed and lay down with them).

They are sleeping in the same bed. In their bedroom. For an hour now.

The mother is scared they might wake up. So she is not even moving. Silent is precious.

Where’s the father? Having “work” drinks and enjoying some me time.




Yesterday, on our way home, Laura was a great child, even though Beatrice was not (very mean to her sister). She had lots of patience with Bea, kept trying to reason with her to make her stop crying.

Until we got to our driveway, she had a sad face and when I asked what had happened she bursted into tears:

– I wish I could help you
– Help me with what?
– Washing the dishes!
(I nearly cried!! Someone in the house wanting to HELP me with the DISHES?!)
– Oh, bebê, you can help me whenever you want! Let’s go inside and dirty some dishes so we can wash them.
– I am not tall enough, I can’t reach it
(at this point, she was crying a river, sobbing, really really upset)
– We have the stool for you, the one you use to wash your hands
– I don’t want to use it. I want to help you with the dishes but I’m not tall enough…

First world problems of a four year old girl. But she is like that (either a cry baby or an aggressive one) when she is very tired, so as long as I keep by cool, I know how to deal with her (lots of hugs, compliments *you are so lovely wanting to help mummy; what an amazing daughter*, alternative solutions *why don’t you help mummy give a bath in Bea? I’ll need a lot of help!*, or change of subject *yuk, check out this huuuge slug*).

Laura: 4 years and 4 months old


So big little girl is 52 months old today. Let’s forget all the difficulties and focus only on the amazing things:

* She has an easy smile. Even the fake ones are cute and contagious

* She is a chatter box but a clever one. She makes up stories, has great solutions for problems and is hard to be fooled.

* Picking her up late at the childminder:
– C’mon Laura, it’s late, it’s bedtime.
Driving home, singing in the car
– But mummy, it can’t be bed time, look at all these people driving; there are not sleeping

* She is the best sister Beatrice could have asked for. Yes, she can be a bit jealous of her little sister but these moments are so rare. Generally she is extremely caring and generous and, oh, so sweet! “Ah, booboo, do you want to play?”, “ah, booboo, don’t cry, Laula (sic) is here”, “ah, booboo, do you want Laula?”. And Beatrice absolutely adores her.

* It is hard work to have two kids but too see the love between the two is so worth it.

* Laura loves cooking (or helping in the kitchen), loves painting, drawing, shopping, dressing up, reading stories, iPad, TV, books, running, jumping, laughing,… but she is really into (and quite good at, I must say) ballet/dance.

* She is enjoying school, despite being put in the red zone (today) due to not listening to the teacher.

* She is becoming a bit of a fussy eater.

* She absolutely adores Frozen. She told me today that she wanted her name to be Elsa. And she is dragging Beatrice in to the madness!

* She used to like Peppa Pig and now she thinks it’s boring.

* Her writing is improving. Her reading inexists.

* She is (now) afraid of dark.

* She is sleeping in our bed (despite wanting a bunk bed and spending several minutes explaining how I can make a ladder that is Bea proof).

* She can be very difficult at times (strong personality…) but most of the times she is such an adorable child. The childminder is always full of compliments about her behaviour (and I’ve seen it, she is really good when she is there).

* She is very shy but sometimes she just decides to be friendly to strangers.

* She is daddy’s daughter but she loves mummy the most. It might change with time but for now this is the truth (and daddy knows it).

* She loves mummy so much that she lets mummy have a lie in on Saturdays and Sundays!! And goes upstairs at 9am saying “cuckoo; it’s 9 o’clock, time to wake up!”.

* There isn’t a single time that we go out with her that she doesn’t ask for something – mainly food sweets, sometimes toys. Sometimes I get home with freebies I get from work and she is a big puzzled (“I didn’t ask for that; why are you giving it to me?”) but the following day she wants more. A few times she said “Mum, I love you soooooooo much” and when asked why she replied “because you bring me nice stuff from work”. Not good, is it?

* She keeps asking for a baby brother. She doesn’t have a clue…

* I love her curiosity. One of these days she looked in the bathroom drawer (it was opened; she doesn’t open things without asking) and said “can i have a look? wow, look at all these things! Amazing! I love everything”. In the drawer: toothpaste, nail clipper, cotton buds…

* She is normally very polite. She asks if she can go downstairs, get whatever, eat whatever, play with whatever. Of course there are the naughty moments, but in general she is quite good.

* Sometimes we have a mother-and-big daughter moment, quite rare though, but really precious moments. Note to self: spend more time just the two of us and make sure I give 100% of my attention to her.

And they say it gets better than that…

Random photos:














Hello, school days !


I was waiting for Laura’s school days like a kid waits for Santa. The thought of not having to pay the extremely high fees for the nursery was like a dream come true and such a relief.

Then I got a bit anxious about all the stuff I need to put in place before classes started. And then I got annoyed with all the details that needed to be sorted, especially school uniform. And then got stressed with the new routine.

And then









Beatrice 16 months old


I wrote this post on the 10th September and tried to upload it then, but WordPress didn’t want to include the photos.

In two months time, she can start baby ballet classes. I wouldn’t normally do that if it wasn’t for the fact the she imitates her big sister dancing balley and – even cuter – doing the “heads, shoulders, knees and toes” or the “Let It Go” (as she sings Goooooo Goooooo) choreographies . Watch this space for future explosion of cuteness (or a baby wearing a ballet outfit).

She loves Peppa Pig (“Pappig”).

She loves eating. Even if she doesn’t eat a big portion, she is always eating. Fruits are a winner. And broccoli.

She imitates dogs (au-au; she learned from the neighbour’s dog), cat, horse (she learned from Laura’s toy horse), car (she says ca-o as well, the Portuguese word), sheep (but just when buni asks her in Romanian), duck (cak cak). She says nah-nah and nods her head to say “no” and she says uh-oh when something goes wrong. The cutest moment, though, was when I was with my mum on Skype and Bea got very excited and shouted vovó, vovó! Not only she remembered the word for grandma, but also she associated with my mum, who she hasn’t seen for a while. Other words are coming, but the majority of her talk is still very much shouting and pointing.

When she is overly tired or sleepy, she gets very aggressive, scratching, biting, punching everyone. Having said that, she also punches Buddy, her childminder’s dog quite a lot; sometimes out of excitement.

She is very friendly with people and the adaptation with the childminder could not have been better.

We changed the car seat and now it faces forward so she is much happier to be in the car.

She got a huge bed upgrade, going from her cot to Laura’s 2 meter long bed. She sleeps there all night long with an eventual middle of the night awake. We now have a proper duvet in the bed so I can sleep there if I have too (and quite often I have to). The cot is still there, acting as a sofa-balcony-barrier to the main bed.

She only has 6 teeth but seems to be teething since ever and constantly.

She has been breastfeeding way less than before, mainly at night. I am not planning to stop but she seems to be less interested. She still has milk before going to bed, sometimes in the middle of the night and sometimes in the morning.

As with Laura, she is more dependent of dummies now than she was 3-4 months ago. We try not to encourage her as I know it will be a pain to remove it (which I should have done by now).

She loves hanging herself from door handles or anything dangerous (like the tray of her high chair).

She is adorable but also a full time job. It’s hard to compare her with Laura at the same age – they are so similar in several aspects but also so different in others. Some differences are down to personality but others simply because Laura was raised differently (a separate post on that). The love I feel for both is also different – and it’s not a matter of quantity or quality, I think it’s the same here, but it is a different stage of love. Hard to explain; I don’t think I understand it, I just feel it.









Super Dindo!


That we chose great Godparents to our daughters, I have no doubt. But I didn’t expect Bea’s Godfather to have super eyesight, like proper superhero vision.

Last Saturday we decided to have the last barbecue of the year (or maybe not, if the weather carries on being warm like these days) and we were all having a good chat while the girls were playing on the grass. Mr. W had his back to them, so was looking at the scene through the reflection on the conservatory glass. I was already surprised that he could see details of Laura’s expressions or little things the girls were doing, but, hey, maybe we was on a special angle…

What really impressed me though was then they were playing with Dinda and Mr. James, with his back to them, said “be careful with the frog”. I thought it was a joke, until he turned and pointed to a tony brown frog on the grass, hopping his way out of the girls path. Really?! How the heck he could possibly have seen a tiny brown from on the grass from a reflection on a glass?!? Not even the girls – Dinda included – saw it and they were next to the frog!!!

Well, I must say that I am now very relax to leave the girls in his capable hands – I’m sure that if he could spot that thing, he will be able to stop Beatrice from eating pebbles, food from the floor or any other tiny thing that we only notice when it’s already in her mouth.