Is there still someone out there that reads this blog?
Well, time is passing and I haven’t really been good at updating you on my adventures as promised, it’s more than a month since the last blog, I’m 6 weeks old now and there is A LOT to tell. If I tell you that my excuse is that I’ve been extremely busy you might not believe me –a newborn baby doesn’t do much more than drink milk, sleep and cause an ecological disaster by filling diaper after diaper of waste-material. But all of these things do take time, and I’ve used it quite well, for I’m already well over 5 kg and the clothes I wore as a newborn no longer fit me!
But how have I passed this time? Quite well I’d say. It’s been a learning time both for me and for my parents –and I learn very quickly.
One of the first things that I learnt was that if I used my vocal cords it draws the attention of my parents.
If I use the vocal cords at a low volume and intensity, my parents will come to my crib, look at me and see if all is ok. Sometimes they even stand behind the crib, thinking that I can’t see them (but I do see them from the corner of my eyes) and check on me –they want to be sure to know that I’m ok. This way I also check that they’re still around and that they are alert on my well-being.
If I use my vocal cords at a higher volume my parents will come up to the crib, maybe even touch me or babble something incomprehensible and if I put the tone even higher they will pick me up from the crib and carry me around for some time –now that’s fun :)
If I then continue using the vocal cords at a high tone my mum will pull out one of her milk-tanks and feed me. This was a very useful thing to learn!
In the beginning, when I was learning how the milk-tank-thingy worked I could even call for the milk-tank every hour!!! That was great!!
cry->milk->rest, cry->milk-> rest- and so on…
but my mum had an exhausted face in the end…and well, my stomach could only take so much milk, so I decided to change technique and started to pass longer time feeding and then take a good rest in between…in this phase I would hang on to the milk-tank even for hours! sucking every now and again. That was extremely convenient for me, for if I was thirsty the product was at hand -but my mum complained that I was mutilating her nipples and I could see pain in her eyes every time I attached to the milk-tank. Well, and honestly, hanging on to the milk-tank forever is only fun for so long…so once again I decided to change the technique and started to drink more efficiently and regularly. This is working well both for me and for my mum who makes sure to smile to me every time I attach to the milk-tanks!
Another important lesson was to recognize my parents. This was not difficult at all! My mum is the lady with the milk tank, the one that comes running when I use my vocal cords at a high intensity. She speaks Icelandic to me, makes funny faces (and noises) and sings a lot for me –I kind of like it even if often she is completely out of tune and I suspect that she makes up the lyrics as she goes along…for suspiciously many of the songs are about a young boy named Oscar!! My mum is also the person that is responsible for my gymnastics (I’ll tell you about that later). My dad is the guy that during the first few weeks of my life stepped in after I had fed on the milk-tanks, and he was the major diaper-changer the first 3 weeks of my life. He is great! He carries me around and speaks to me (in italian of course) with a voice that is so calming and relaxing that I don’t understand why they don’t bottle it and sell it for peace-purposes around the world!!! I can’t resist and fall asleep most of the time when I’m in my dad’s arms. When I was 3 weeks old my dad started working again –he has even passed some days in Austria and one week in France lately, so I’ve seen less of him than before, but it just means that I’m even happier when he’s around J
Before I finish this blog-session I must touch on an argument that a lot of people, well, everyone that has seen me so far, talks about: whom do I look like!
My family in Iceland says that I look like my mum when she was newborn (or even like my maternal grand-dad), for despite her now blond looks, she had black hair (and a lot of it) when she was born and her face was quite similar to mine. But my family in Tuscany says that I also look like my dad when he was newborn –for his facial features (including the now prominent nose) were much more like mine when he was a toddle.
So I’m supposed to look like both my parents…how on earth is that possible? Am I supposed to believe that two people like my parents, that are so different from each other today, were so similar when they were newborn!!! Come on!!! But then some people say that I just look very much like myself, and I like that. Then time will just tell how I develop –towards my Viking- or Etruscan-roots! Or maybe I’ll just continue to be a mix!!
Well, it’s feeding time for me now, so I better stop writing…but I promise to come by more often and update you on my adventures. I still haven’t told you about my gymnastics, all the controls that I’ve done, and well, about life in general!
Big hugs to all of you…well, and remember to check on my photos, my parents are quite good at updating them… adios
Every time I'm awake and in a good mood, my mum makes me do various exercises! Some of them I like a lot, others not at all -I guess it's a question of taste! But my mum is a testa dura and insists on making me do even the exercises I don't like -over and over again!
But rather than fighting the torcicollis, I prefer imagining that I'm preparing for the olympics in 2024...it is much more motivating for a young boy! My mum read recently that Denmark is planning to apply for the Olympics in 2024, and as the danes are sometimes considered to be the italians of scandinavia I believe I would be very much at home there!!
