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.