I heard another mom with a baby of the same age of William say that she was taking the baby to an outdoor playground. I immediately got excited. So at Easter, we were taking William for a walk in the stroller when, all of a sudden, the opportunity arose. We put him for the first time on the swing. A bit different from the comfy indoor swing William used for months to fall asleep. Watch what happened in the video below.
Ho sentito un'altra mamma con un bebe' della stessa eta' di William dire che portava il bebe' al parco giochi. Che emozione! Non appena viene l'ocasione, ho pensato... Cosi' a Pasqua stavamo camminando con William nel passeggino quando, all'improvviso, e' giunta l'opportunita'. Lo abbiamo messo sull'altalena. Un po' diversa dalla swing che William ha usato per mesi per addormentarsi. Guarda che cosa e' successo nel video qui sotto.
Despite the lack of smiley face during the swing experience, William's first Easter was fun. Not only he helped unwrapping the egg but he also had a taste of the forbidden thing. Yes, you got it. He had three chocolate bites! His first unforgettable chocolate! But this was not video recorded, to avoid shocking the American blog viewers. :)
Nonostante il primo giro non proprio entusiasmante sull'altalena, la prima Pasqua di William e' stata speciale. Non solo William ha aiutato mamma e papa' ad aprire l'uovo ma lo ha anche gustato! Si, hai capito. Ha dato tre morsi all'uovo... Il suo primo indimenticabile cioccolato! Ma questo non fu video registrato, per non scioccare gli utenti del blog americani. :)
Thursday, April 8, 2010
William's favourite games - I giochi preferiti di William
William has started imitating his dad when he was a baby. You only need to give him a spoon and a saucepan to keep him entertained. Watch what he does in the video below.
William ha iniziato ad imitare suo papa' quando era bebe'. E' il fascino degli utensili da cucina. Basta che gli dai un cucchiaio ed una padella. Guarda cosa fa' nel video qui sotto.
It is also the power of the "bubbles in the air, bubbles everywhere" that keeps William entertained. It takes one bubble, followed by other bubbles, to make the happiest baby on earth. My husband John was skeptical until we purchased the Gymboree thing. Holy C, this thing rocks, he said! Watch William in this video.
E' il potere magico delle "bolle per aria, occhi per aria!" Basta una bolla, seguita da altre bolle a creare il bimbo piu' felice del mondo. Mio marito John era scettico, fino a quando abbiamo comprato le bolle di Gymboree. Mamma mia queste bolle sono incredibili! Guarda il video qui sotto.
Beside the bubbles in the air, there is nothing more fun for William than pulling daddy's face (watch video below).
Oltre alle bolle, William si diverte con la faccia di papa' (vedi video qui sotto).
Finally, there is the power of the music. William as a true latin boy, when the music is playing, cannot help dancing and dancing and dancing. Watch video below.
Infine, c'e' il potere della musica. William da vero bimbo latino, quando c'e' la musica, non puo' fare a meno che danzare, danzare, danzare. Balla William, balla!
William ha iniziato ad imitare suo papa' quando era bebe'. E' il fascino degli utensili da cucina. Basta che gli dai un cucchiaio ed una padella. Guarda cosa fa' nel video qui sotto.
It is also the power of the "bubbles in the air, bubbles everywhere" that keeps William entertained. It takes one bubble, followed by other bubbles, to make the happiest baby on earth. My husband John was skeptical until we purchased the Gymboree thing. Holy C, this thing rocks, he said! Watch William in this video.
E' il potere magico delle "bolle per aria, occhi per aria!" Basta una bolla, seguita da altre bolle a creare il bimbo piu' felice del mondo. Mio marito John era scettico, fino a quando abbiamo comprato le bolle di Gymboree. Mamma mia queste bolle sono incredibili! Guarda il video qui sotto.
Beside the bubbles in the air, there is nothing more fun for William than pulling daddy's face (watch video below).
Oltre alle bolle, William si diverte con la faccia di papa' (vedi video qui sotto).
Finally, there is the power of the music. William as a true latin boy, when the music is playing, cannot help dancing and dancing and dancing. Watch video below.
Infine, c'e' il potere della musica. William da vero bimbo latino, quando c'e' la musica, non puo' fare a meno che danzare, danzare, danzare. Balla William, balla!
Another girl who can't resist his charm - Un'altra conquista di William
Watch what happened when we left William by himself:
Monday, April 5, 2010
Come on mamma! Can you be more careful? - Ma mamma, insomma! Puoi stare piu' attenta?
Ahi hiai hiai hiai hiai Mamma mamma mamm mmamma! Glie', glie' glie', glie'. Mamma Mamma Mamma! It has been a month of new experiments with sounds for William (and of possible interpretations for us)! William has started saying "mamma" very early on but I did not blog this event because everyone (including my husband) kept saying that it was probably an easy sound for William to produce and that it had no association with me. Before becoming a mother, I always heard from italian parents (my own parents especially) how exciting it would be to hear the word "mamma e papa''" from your child for the first time. Yet I cannot say when my baby produced the word "mamma" for the first time, nor I can say when it first meant something to him. Please don't get me wrong. Not that I dislike the American way of understanding what is going on in our parents' life but sometimes I wish I knew less about what is going on so that I could let myself enjoy the emotions I experience. Watch video below.
Despite being resigned to the idea that William was saying "mamma" without necessarily knowing what that meant, I could not help feeling each time a sense of overwhelming desire to hold him and hug him to protect him from something bad that was happening, even though he was perfectly safe. So each time he was saying "mamma mamma mamma", I was rushing towards him and was saying to him "yes sweetheart, mamma is here. Mamma is coming". I don't know whether this taught the meaning of "mamma" or not but something remarkable has happened. William has started saying "mamma mamma mamma"with some sort of desperate tone each time he has been upset about something (for example when I have put him down to take the stroller outside the house) or when he has been in need for something (e.g diaper change). Then my husband noticed that he has started saying "mamma" not just to ask for help but to ask for "my help"! To give you an idea of how far the interpretation of the word "mamma" can go in my mind, imagine this. The other day I was in a store and changed William in a rush as it was getting late and I wanted to take William home to put him to bed before 9 pm - this is a scary moms' deadline here in the US. If you fail to meet it you might not forgive yourself for the rest of your life. As soon as I left the restroom, William started saying a loud and annoyed "mamma mamma mamma mamma". In that precise moment, I realised that I had strapped William with one leg stuck in the strap. As soon as I released his leg from the strap, the annoyed "mamma mamma mamma mamma" stopped. I could not help thinking that his "mamma mamma mamma mamma" had a very clear meaning. It meant: "Come on mamma! Can you be more careful for God's sake??"
Early this morning William has started saying ba' , ba', ba', ba' for the first time. Does it mean that he has now switched his attention to his dad? Welcome to the magic world of motherhood and of to the world of baby sounds.
Despite being resigned to the idea that William was saying "mamma" without necessarily knowing what that meant, I could not help feeling each time a sense of overwhelming desire to hold him and hug him to protect him from something bad that was happening, even though he was perfectly safe. So each time he was saying "mamma mamma mamma", I was rushing towards him and was saying to him "yes sweetheart, mamma is here. Mamma is coming". I don't know whether this taught the meaning of "mamma" or not but something remarkable has happened. William has started saying "mamma mamma mamma"with some sort of desperate tone each time he has been upset about something (for example when I have put him down to take the stroller outside the house) or when he has been in need for something (e.g diaper change). Then my husband noticed that he has started saying "mamma" not just to ask for help but to ask for "my help"! To give you an idea of how far the interpretation of the word "mamma" can go in my mind, imagine this. The other day I was in a store and changed William in a rush as it was getting late and I wanted to take William home to put him to bed before 9 pm - this is a scary moms' deadline here in the US. If you fail to meet it you might not forgive yourself for the rest of your life. As soon as I left the restroom, William started saying a loud and annoyed "mamma mamma mamma mamma". In that precise moment, I realised that I had strapped William with one leg stuck in the strap. As soon as I released his leg from the strap, the annoyed "mamma mamma mamma mamma" stopped. I could not help thinking that his "mamma mamma mamma mamma" had a very clear meaning. It meant: "Come on mamma! Can you be more careful for God's sake??"
Early this morning William has started saying ba' , ba', ba', ba' for the first time. Does it mean that he has now switched his attention to his dad? Welcome to the magic world of motherhood and of to the world of baby sounds.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
17 March: Chatting up the girls at the pub - In birreria a cuccare
William has done it again! He has seduced another lady and this time he has done it with a large pint of Guinness in front of him! As soon as he sat down in the pub, a large group of people started coming to say hello to him. I was so worried that some of them might start touching his hands and squeeze his cheeks. So, to take precautions I started holding him tight against my chest, until this lady came. And William was released.
William lo ha fatto di nuovo! Ha sedotto un'altra fanciulla e questa volta lo ha fatto con una grande pinta di Guiness! Non appena si e' seduto al pub, tante persone hanno iniziato ad andare a salutarlo. Io ero preoccupata che alcuni di questi gli si avvicinisassero per toccargli le mani o per pizzicargli le guancette. Cosi', per prendere le dovute precauzioni, ho iniziato a stringerlo forte al petto, finche' la fanciulla arrivo'. E William fu rilasciato.
Two days after that, William declared his independence. Watch video below.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
William caught a cold. Oh no, DON'T WORRY, he doesn't have a fever! - William si e' preso il raffreddore. O no, non preoccuparti, non ha la febbre!
It had to happen. Like every baby on the planet, sooner or later, your child gets sick. Not bad at all. He has been a healthy boy for 7 months, despite both me and my husband were sick for two weeks in a row. And now, here it is. His first cold. William is barely able to cry while coughing. Like most mothers who haven't experienced that before, I am freaking out. Why he is coughing like that? He looks so sad. What can I do to help him breath? Should I put more clothes on him to keep him warm? And now that the sun has come out, should I strip his clothes off? Why is he still sleeping? Should I wake him up? Then, all of a sudden, a loud cough comes out of the stroller, a weak cry and then back to sleep. Right at that point, when I am about to feel a sense of relief from knowing that my child is not dead, that the sun is out keeping my child warm, that he sleeps better in the stroller than at home and that I am not like those mothers who leave their kid in the car and go shopping, a thirty something woman looks at me and says "is your baby sick?" Then, with a whispering and patronizing tone, she goes "Aha, maybe he shouldn't be out?". I then see two moms walking backward while looking at me in fear. At that point, with a highly frustrated and emotional look on my face, I say: "Oh, I have just measured his temperature. he has no fever. He is fine. It is actually his doctor who told me to take him out in the sun!" After a short uncomfortable pause of loud coughing coming from the stroller, I add: "Yes, and the doctor said that he cannot pass it to others unless they get into physical contact with him. I mean, they touch him". While I am still talking, William continues coughing, louder than before. And his face gets covered in tears.
At that point, I pick up William to comfort him and don't say anything. The fearful look on the moms changes into a fake, soft, smile and silence follows, then broken by a woman in her sixties (in gym clothes), who says in a high pitched voice: "Oh, don't worry. It happens to every mom at least once!". Finally, I pack my stuff as soon as I can and leave Starbucks while trying to persuade myself that I should not be embarrassed, and resigned to the idea that until both William and I are 100% well, we are not allowed to leave the house. Two days later, despite staying at home, I see William's eyes all red and swallowed.
I find that his temperature is 102.2 and I freak out more. Then I get sick, then John gets sick. A week of sickness and of sleepless nights for the three of us follow, during which we only find ourselves socializing with the staff at The Home Depot, while looking for kitchen cabinets.
At that point, I pick up William to comfort him and don't say anything. The fearful look on the moms changes into a fake, soft, smile and silence follows, then broken by a woman in her sixties (in gym clothes), who says in a high pitched voice: "Oh, don't worry. It happens to every mom at least once!". Finally, I pack my stuff as soon as I can and leave Starbucks while trying to persuade myself that I should not be embarrassed, and resigned to the idea that until both William and I are 100% well, we are not allowed to leave the house. Two days later, despite staying at home, I see William's eyes all red and swallowed.
I find that his temperature is 102.2 and I freak out more. Then I get sick, then John gets sick. A week of sickness and of sleepless nights for the three of us follow, during which we only find ourselves socializing with the staff at The Home Depot, while looking for kitchen cabinets.
Monday, March 8, 2010
William in Puerto Rico - William in Porto Rico
William on holiday? The best travel mate I have ever had. From the very first thing he saw in Puerto Rico, the tv from the bars of the metal crib provided by the hotel, to the very last thing he saw there, the brown ugly car seat of the car we rented, he expressed his 24 hours excitement on a daily basis, with his arms vigorously shaking, his giggling and cute babbling. We were initially worried that the shaking was caused by the sudden change in temperature from 35 F to 80 F but we quickly realized by picking him up that that was the excitement of a very happy boy. Enjoy the video!
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