I love the number 22. In Brazil it’s said that it’s the number for the crazy because in our Constitution, the paragraph that talks about the rights of the mentally ill people is paragraph 22. Nevermind.
Today Laura’s mum is %$ years and 4 months old, Laura is 5 months old (22 weeks tomorrow) and little Nick (Laura’s potential “Australian” boyfriend – she her mum has applied for the post) is one month old. 🙂
Here is a little snapshop of what 5 months drinking milk can do to your face:
5 months today - 22.10.2010, 3.20pm
Mind you: she is a small baby. A small baby with a very round face. She is almost 7 kg, and I bet that half of it are in her cheeks.
Baby Laura is getting ready (ok, she doesn’t even know what’s coming on her way) for her second long trip – the trips to Chiswick don’t count! California, here we go!!
We are I am seeing this trip as the honeymoon that we didn’t have (for obvious reasons, but if you don’t remember: I was 8 months pregnant when we got married). I was promised – and I’m putting this in writing and to the public so I can remind my other half of his promise – to have one honeymoon every year. Let the sky be my witness!
We have one week to explore California, as Mr. C will be working for 2 weeks and I’ll have to explore the malls area on my own. There’s a beach where we are staying, so I’m hoping to introduce Mini-Me to the joys of breathing the salty air of the seaside. I’ve lived by the beach for 3/4 of my life and this is THE thing I miss the most.
Hit the road, baby!
This morning I went to the post to collect a parcel and to my surprise it was a gift from my friend Ruth. A notebook. Not a simple notebook though. A handmade yellow italian leather notebook. A journal to keep my notes and thoughts to baby Laura, when she can read that is. And understand. And appreciate it. Until then, it will be guarded by her very protective mother.
Little Yellow Book of Thoughts
Why two of these photos have Laura’s gym mat as a background?
Well, we are in the relaxation room, my “office”. Hiding. From nobody. From the rest of the house. We’re taking this gym mat with us, so don’t be surprised with you see it in some pictures of our trip.
Other than that, what else is going on?
* This weekend, friend Lillywhites is finally moving to her nest of love with her Mr. Wonderful. We will be there on Saturday to help with the boxes and also take a peek in the new house (because I looooooove peeking at houses!). I bet all my desire to decorate our house will come back as soon as I see their home.
* Friend Mari is just a few weeks away from being Vicky’s mum. Although Mari is having a hard time with the huge belly, I was hoping that Vicky would delay a few days until we are back, so we could see her very tiny. If she decides to come on time, because she is British after all, it’s ok, we will be here for her second week of life. Laura can’t wait to meet her little cousin. Auntie Chris can’t wait to hold a tiny wobbly baby in her arms again. I bet I’m going to be broody as soon as I see her.
* I’ll miss the Brazilian elections again. Between you and me, I’m glad I will, because I don’t have a candidate and I can’t really vote for the “less worse one”. And I hate the fact that voting in Brazil is compulsory. Last elections I missed it because I was here, and now that I changed my electoral address to the UK, I bet that I’ll miss every single election from now on.
* The cleaner came today. No matter how bad the cleaning here is and how quick it takes us to make it a mess again, I’m always so happy when the house is cleaned! Now all I need is a full time baby sitter, a beauty saloon, loose weight and win the lottery to be the happiest person on Earth. I bet that I’ll want more as soon as I get all these things.
* Life freeze until next year. It doesn’t mean that I won’t have anything to do. I do have and lots of things, that’s why life will freeze. I want to focus on the little one’s development and, especially, the weaning process. I want to be 100% focussed on her during the last 2 months of the year.
Ok, big post, probably the last until we are back or until I find out if the hotel has (free) internet connection available.