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I’m still here…


We arrived from Romania on Sunday and since then I have had my up and downs being on my own at home. I take Laura every morning to the nursery and pick her up at the end of the day. I feel like a loser to have her every day at the nursery while I am at home with Beatrice, but truth is: I am a loser. I am far to be a great mother that can entertain her 3 years old while looking after of her four month old. We don’t have a routine. Beatrice doesn’t have a routine. She sleeps when she wants, she feeds when she wants. Laura has her needs, she needs to eat, to get dressed, brush her teeth, and she doesn’t do these things on her own (she eats, but doesn’t cook, of course). She also needs to play, to talk, to run… and it has been raining every day since we got back, except on Sunday. And I feel completely exhausted and lost and cannot get myself organised with the things I need to do and the things I want to do. This week has been tough and most of my time is spent putting Beatrice to sleep and feeding her. I’ve been so so tired that some days I barely smile. This evening, with Laura at home, I was feeling numb, a bit like a zombie or a robot. She noticed, of course, because she notice everything these days. I haven’t been sleeping well and the girls wake up far too early for my liking.

But this is not a self-pity post. I’m sure it will get better and I will get used to the new routine. Beatrice is still quite small and is still adapting to the world. She is sorting her own routine out, while I give her a helping hand whenever I can. I am already understanding her sleeping patterns, still a bit confused, but I can see when she is tired and it is roughly around the same times. Roughly, not precisely, it is important to say.

As for me, I am trying to establish my own routine (around Beatrice), but it is hard. The weather is so so crap that I think I’m getting depressed again. I can’t leave the house. I don’t want to. I only leave the house when I need to – to take and pick up Laura, a doctors appointment. Beatrice and Laura have runny nose and might be developing a cold – nothing new, everybody in this country, except me, has a cold 9 months a year. The painful part is that I don’t sleep listening to their poor breathing. So I can go out in this weather risking Beatrice to get worse and not sleeping at all. And I don’t feel like going out. At all. I did, a couple of times, to walk and exercise and I felt miserable during the walk, just wanting to go back home.

Next week I’m going to look for a baby massage course. At least it’s indoors.

Tomorrow we are taking Laura for a ballet class trial. Let’s see if Laura will like it and want more. She is now dancing and singing in front of the mirror, but she is a shy kid.

And tomorrow my Godmother is coming to have lunch with us. It’s been ages since I last saw her – maybe 6 years? The reason why I’m still up is because I completely forgot about the lunch tomorrow and the desert I wanted to prepare needs some many hours cooling time. Up to two hours to cook and 6 hours in the fridge. I’m planning to prepare a fish stew – my first. Fingers crossed that it will be edible.

Now… Romania. Geez, I have so much to write about and I need to do it quickly before I forget things. I also have to sort the over 2,000 photos I took. Ops. It will come, I promise.

In the meantime, I’ll leave you with some photos of our trip, but mainly of my babies, all taken near the Bear Lake, in Sovata.

Bear Lake

Bear Lake, where the photos below were taken

Training to be a ballerina

Training to be a ballerina



Daddy and baby

Daddy and baby



Portrait of happiness

Portrait of happiness


2011, shall we start? Life in pictures


I’m a bit reluctant to start 2011. I want the year to be great and I want it to start great, so I was waiting for some good news to start the year with. And the good news came yesterday, on Mr. C’s front. Good news for him, good news for me. So let’s start 2011!

And let’s start with photos.

The canvas that will go on our bedroom wall

(still waiting some inspiration and patience to hand these on our bedroom – they will be above the bed)

New black rug

The rug was Mr. C’s impulse buy. I think the rug is too small and too black. I mean, the space is quite… black. Anyway, let’s leave it until I find the right carpet.

Baby with the duck she got for Xmas

Little one being herself: cute and curious.

Baby prefers to eat the floor to her food

Our new table is just like us: spacious and messy, but so nice. 🙂

New table on a very messy day - the chairs will be replaced, one day

Little one being herself when she is not being cute and curious. Awwwnnnn. 😦

Happy baby also cries - a lot

Uncle Roberto came in the New Year and this is how she received him. Tsk tsk.

Happy baby wasn't too happy with uncle Roberto

But then she was herself again. Cute and curious and happy.

But then happy baby decided she liked uncle Roberto

And was very happy with him

Having loads of fun

Happy baby playing around

Yesterday we went to Chiswick to visit auntie Mari and cousin Vicky. They were so cute together. 🙂 Laura wanted to huge Vicky (actually, pull her hair was more like it)

Two pink eskimos

The big one is a Lady Kent, the small one is Miss West

They are also known as Laura and Victoria going out on a very cold and windy day

And last but not least, Mr. C’s present. We played a bit today, quite fun and funny! 🙂

Daddy finally opening his (late) Xmas present

What is it? What is it?

Oooh, an Xbox 360!

... and a Kinect! Me happy hubby, yes.

Plans for next week


Now that I’m slightly paranoid that Baby C can come at any moment (Murphy’s law, now that I can chill out and relax at home and do nothing, I’ll stress out and try to sort my life in a week), I’m trying to make the most of my time.

I’ve just bought some bits and pieces on Amazon – bless the internet and online shopping – and have a list ready of the other ‘urgent’ missing items, which I’m hoping to get little by little next week. Monday is bank holiday and although shops will open, Mr. C is a bit jet-lagged and tired, so I guess we will just do nothing. I have some shopping being delivered on Tuesday, Wednesday I might go out for lunch with friends and then midwife and Friday is the scan. Loads of free time in between – I need to keep my feet up as much as I can and relax my knee as well (forgot to mention that I managed to damage my right knee and all I can do is take it easy).

If Baby C does come on her due date – or after – I’m planning to do nothing the following week, just wait. And sleep, sleep A LOT!

Enough of blogging – I need to take Mr. C to bed so he recovers from his jet-lag. He is just like a kid, fighting against sleepiness.

He is a cutie


I don’t sing in the shower. Never did. Lately, Mr. C has been asking me if everything is alright when I’m having a long quiet shower. I normally have long showers, even longer when I wash my hair and when the shower is warm and comfy. It’s my moment of peace and quiet where I plan stuff and listen to my thoughts and to the voice inside. It happened at least three times in the last month or so; Mr C would shout “is everything ok in there? you are so quiet”.

Last Saturday, I finally realised why (and when) he does that. This is his sweet way to tell me we’re late for an appointment and I should hurry up. :/


Mr. C texted me today asking me to buy a package of pastries – the same we bought last Saturday – because “the cleaner ate them all”. In the previous house it used to be the landlord stealing and eating things; now it’s the cleaner.

Errrr, how old is he again? 3?