"I will never allow Amy to dress as a princess.....EVER"
and then 6 days in Glasto happened....
and this is what i did to my little babina....
... she seems well happy though....
Saturday, 5 July 2014
Glastonbury Amy
...There used to be a time when i declared:
"I will never allow Amy to dress as a princess.....EVER"
and then 6 days in Glasto happened....
and this is what i did to my little babina....
... she seems well happy though....
"I will never allow Amy to dress as a princess.....EVER"
and then 6 days in Glasto happened....
and this is what i did to my little babina....
... she seems well happy though....
Sunday, 2 June 2013
One year of Amy
Dear Amy,
... strangely, slowly, securely and super fast one year has passed...
one year from that Saturday morning...
It felt strange when i woke up, i had slept in your room as i did not feel too well in the evening... there was a bit of tugging... and then searing pain for 12 hours...
then the drugs.... the squalid hospital rooms, then the doctors, the anaesthetist (amazing person).... then the fear, the loneliness the feeling of someone rummaging through my tummy.... and then you were on my shoulder, looking at me, not sure were you were or if you were at all...
.... Amazing Amy resting on my shoulder....
I almost don't remember what you looked like;
I remember crying... i remember thinking over and over "you are here, you are ok, you are not dead.... you are Amy" and i remember i kept on counting your fingers.... there were 10 of them....
I remember Richard.... he put you in the mini pyjama that was still far to big for you; you looked like this:
we made the calls, parents cried, relatives cheered...and you still were in my arms.... i kept on checking if you were breathing... you looked so awake, i felt so strange ....
Then the strange hospital days, the crazy midwives from Eastern Europe that moved you around like if you were made of rubber when it was so clear to me you were made of the finest porcelain and you could break every time we touched you.... your dad on an extremely uncomfortable chair... both of us looking at you... bemused, confused, confounded, amazed.... we had a baby... we had you...
We came home, it felt like you always had been with us...
The next 4 months were the months of fear, when i felt inadequate, lost, but mostly i was so scared of failing you .... would i break you? ruin you? give you some terrible disease??? How on earth could i be a good mother when i wasn't even able to produce milk for you??? They were the months of crying, for both of us, you very vocally, me not so much vocal, but emotionally wounded....
I was so sure i was screwing up, massively... nobody and nothing seemed to help ... I am not ashamed to say that at times i wondered if i had made the right choice, i questioned my ability to be a mum....
The months rolled by, we had an Olympic baby in July:
We had a baby Johnson's Model in August:
A flying baby in September:
And we went to visit Gran parents in October...
So November came, and my goodness how you had changed from a bundle of porcelain that could not even see to a crazy active little piglet, rolling around on the floor, laughing and desperately trying to find your own way...
But still it was very hard to understand who i had become, who you made me; the fear was still ripe and i have to say i relished the time i would go back to work and leave you with your daddy for the day.....
I went back to work on the 19th of November, almost 8 months ago... the time flew by...
I started to miss you, every day a little more;
I started to look at the watch wondering how long before i could come home and see you
I started running through the crowds to get the earlier train to make sure i could grab you for those 60 minutes before your bed time.....
I started to enjoy every single second we had together, and how could i not? Finally you started to interact with the world around you, and every little thing, every little achievement made me sooooo happy...
The first day i came back on time from work to give you a bath and put you to bed you looked at me like no one else has ever looked at me, a look of so pure joy, just radiant, no second intentions, nothing expected.... pure unadulterated love ...
So may more pictures roll through my mind
(yes one day i will have to answer for all of the pictures i took of you in funny poses....
I could post a million more ( yes i have them all )
but they all scream the same THANK YOU AMY - you are the best "thing" I have ever done, you make me happy as nothing else can, the greatest adventure i ever started.....
I just hope i can be a good mum for you, the mum you deserve.
You are wonderful, you are my AA ... Amazing Amy
Here is to another year of madness, walkies, food thrown on the walls, babies rolling down the stairs.....
CIAO PATATA
LA TUA MAMMA
... strangely, slowly, securely and super fast one year has passed...
one year from that Saturday morning...
It felt strange when i woke up, i had slept in your room as i did not feel too well in the evening... there was a bit of tugging... and then searing pain for 12 hours...
then the drugs.... the squalid hospital rooms, then the doctors, the anaesthetist (amazing person).... then the fear, the loneliness the feeling of someone rummaging through my tummy.... and then you were on my shoulder, looking at me, not sure were you were or if you were at all...
.... Amazing Amy resting on my shoulder....
I almost don't remember what you looked like;
I remember crying... i remember thinking over and over "you are here, you are ok, you are not dead.... you are Amy" and i remember i kept on counting your fingers.... there were 10 of them....
I remember Richard.... he put you in the mini pyjama that was still far to big for you; you looked like this:
we made the calls, parents cried, relatives cheered...and you still were in my arms.... i kept on checking if you were breathing... you looked so awake, i felt so strange ....
Then the strange hospital days, the crazy midwives from Eastern Europe that moved you around like if you were made of rubber when it was so clear to me you were made of the finest porcelain and you could break every time we touched you.... your dad on an extremely uncomfortable chair... both of us looking at you... bemused, confused, confounded, amazed.... we had a baby... we had you...
We came home, it felt like you always had been with us...
The next 4 months were the months of fear, when i felt inadequate, lost, but mostly i was so scared of failing you .... would i break you? ruin you? give you some terrible disease??? How on earth could i be a good mother when i wasn't even able to produce milk for you??? They were the months of crying, for both of us, you very vocally, me not so much vocal, but emotionally wounded....
I was so sure i was screwing up, massively... nobody and nothing seemed to help ... I am not ashamed to say that at times i wondered if i had made the right choice, i questioned my ability to be a mum....
The months rolled by, we had an Olympic baby in July:
We had a baby Johnson's Model in August:
A flying baby in September:
And we went to visit Gran parents in October...
So November came, and my goodness how you had changed from a bundle of porcelain that could not even see to a crazy active little piglet, rolling around on the floor, laughing and desperately trying to find your own way...
But still it was very hard to understand who i had become, who you made me; the fear was still ripe and i have to say i relished the time i would go back to work and leave you with your daddy for the day.....
I went back to work on the 19th of November, almost 8 months ago... the time flew by...
I started to miss you, every day a little more;
I started to look at the watch wondering how long before i could come home and see you
I started running through the crowds to get the earlier train to make sure i could grab you for those 60 minutes before your bed time.....
I started to enjoy every single second we had together, and how could i not? Finally you started to interact with the world around you, and every little thing, every little achievement made me sooooo happy...
The first day i came back on time from work to give you a bath and put you to bed you looked at me like no one else has ever looked at me, a look of so pure joy, just radiant, no second intentions, nothing expected.... pure unadulterated love ...
So may more pictures roll through my mind
(yes one day i will have to answer for all of the pictures i took of you in funny poses....
but they all scream the same THANK YOU AMY - you are the best "thing" I have ever done, you make me happy as nothing else can, the greatest adventure i ever started.....
I just hope i can be a good mum for you, the mum you deserve.
You are wonderful, you are my AA ... Amazing Amy
Here is to another year of madness, walkies, food thrown on the walls, babies rolling down the stairs.....
CIAO PATATA
LA TUA MAMMA
Wednesday, 26 December 2012
PLASMONN
In a week of first, another small step for men and a giant step for Amy
This morning i was having tea with biscuits, and Amy was looking at me longing
so i thought mmm she is 6 months old, she has been very good with her food, she does try and eat anything that comes into her hands, my parents brought plasmonn biscuits from Italy
so
1+1+1 = 2
This morning i was having tea with biscuits, and Amy was looking at me longing
so i thought mmm she is 6 months old, she has been very good with her food, she does try and eat anything that comes into her hands, my parents brought plasmonn biscuits from Italy
so
1+1+1 = 2
i gave Amy a biscuit (you can see she was not so convinced at the beginning...)
Her first biscuits and she did eat it, all on her own, with minimum spillage...
"What is is that you said i should be doing with this????"
Yum Yum Yum
so bring on the season of new wall decorations, made with food
Go Amy and welcome to the solid food world
an amazing new adventure begins...
My First Photographs
This morning we woke up very early,
we still could not go to Amy's layer in the sitting room and Amy was being a bit bored so i decided to turn on the phone, put it on front camera and proceeded to give Amy the phone ....
These were the results
:)
"Amy here is the phone, you need to tap on the screen "... click
" me likes this"
and she kept on banging on the phone, so more pictures were taken...
So indeed Babies can operate mobile phones, they indeed seem to be intuitive
so no more excuses for my parents, that cannot take pictures on the mobile.....
and no more excuses for my husband that does not take pictures....
we still could not go to Amy's layer in the sitting room and Amy was being a bit bored so i decided to turn on the phone, put it on front camera and proceeded to give Amy the phone ....
These were the results
:)
and she kept on banging on the phone, so more pictures were taken...
so no more excuses for my parents, that cannot take pictures on the mobile.....
and no more excuses for my husband that does not take pictures....
Saturday, 1 December 2012
Amy's first read
... here are some shots from our Italian trip...
on this day Amy reads for the first time....
( ... she choose a discount leaflet form a well know Italian supermarket ...)
"well mummy let's see what can i do today.."
" mmmmm maybe o could read, Grandfather move me in position please..."
" this seems interesting, let's see if i can turn the page.."
...swwish ... swish...
" this is interesting... maybe it also tastes good .. nomnom..."
" No??? Me can no eat this??? "
" Seriously??? "
"THEN FEED MEEEE"
Sunday, 11 November 2012
An Halloween post
... In Italy we do not have Halloween, on those days in October/November we remember our departed relatives and friends with endless visits to cemeteries and flowers
(chrysanthemums to be precise... a flower you learn from a very young age to identify with death and gives way fro plenty misunderstanding when you go abroad)
I only remember the utter boredom of it all plus the "caldarroste" i was allowed to have as a treat if i behaved.
So i was excited for Amy to have her first trick or treat night in London ... last year we finished 4kg of candy in 30 minutes... so many neighbour's children and parents showed up, it is a great way to get to know people that live close by and have children..
I even bought her an outfit....
But then life is strange and we found ourselves in Italy for Halloween...
was I supposed to give up and not have a celebration?????
Of course not!!!!
we did try and ruin 2 pumpkins by carving them (too ashamed to post pictures)
and in the end we did settle for costume and (me) eating a lot of candy
here are the results:
mmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Trick or Treat???
(chrysanthemums to be precise... a flower you learn from a very young age to identify with death and gives way fro plenty misunderstanding when you go abroad)
I only remember the utter boredom of it all plus the "caldarroste" i was allowed to have as a treat if i behaved.
So i was excited for Amy to have her first trick or treat night in London ... last year we finished 4kg of candy in 30 minutes... so many neighbour's children and parents showed up, it is a great way to get to know people that live close by and have children..
I even bought her an outfit....
But then life is strange and we found ourselves in Italy for Halloween...
was I supposed to give up and not have a celebration?????
Of course not!!!!
we did try and ruin 2 pumpkins by carving them (too ashamed to post pictures)
and in the end we did settle for costume and (me) eating a lot of candy
here are the results:
mmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Trick
Maybe i have changed my mind and choose
TREAT
Saturday, 10 November 2012
you gotta roll with it
We were on holiday at my parents' house and we did make a makeshift play mat for Amy ,
on this particular day she was happily playing
...
She asked the fish what she should do:
on this particular day she was happily playing
...
but she started to think maybe it was time for something different... mumble mumble
She then looked at Mummy for some direction:
 |
| And Mummy said Roll Amy roll |
I can do it... going, going,
!!!!GONE!!!!
So here it is, proof that Amy can roll from front to back.... bring on more rolling!!!!!!
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