As you've noticed, I passed the 13 month's line a couple of days ago. But what you didn't know was that there was a big change in my life that day. Something that's been an important (even if it's importance has diminished little by little with the passing of time) since the day I was born is no longer there, something is missing from the daily routine and it will take me some time to adjust to the changes. I'm talking about the milk tanks! Suddenly I'm no longer offered the milk tanks when I wake up in the morning -my mum tries to offer me something she calls milk in a cup as a substitute, but I'm not entirely convinced. But I don't ask for the milk tanks. Not because I wouldn't want them, but because I can see that it is not less difficult for my mum than it is for me to stop breastfeeding, so I try to make it as easy for her as possible! But if you think that end of breastfeeding means end of intimacy, then you're wrong! It has just changed. Now for example we can pass hours every day sitting together -me in my mum's lap, on a huge pillow on the floor, and I bring one book after another to read. This is my greatest past-time at the moment -well, after throwing objects that bounce and make a noise, on the floor! I've become quite good at pointing at objects that my mum names in the books. Can you see an apple, she says, and I point at an apple, -and then I say eup, can you see the lion, and I point at the lion, -and say hllll, the sun ssss, the moon ttt (tungl in icelandic).....and when we've finished a book -we just start all over again! So life can be wonderful -even without the precious milk tanks!
Thursday, January 31, 2008
History
As you've noticed, I passed the 13 month's line a couple of days ago. But what you didn't know was that there was a big change in my life that day. Something that's been an important (even if it's importance has diminished little by little with the passing of time) since the day I was born is no longer there, something is missing from the daily routine and it will take me some time to adjust to the changes. I'm talking about the milk tanks! Suddenly I'm no longer offered the milk tanks when I wake up in the morning -my mum tries to offer me something she calls milk in a cup as a substitute, but I'm not entirely convinced. But I don't ask for the milk tanks. Not because I wouldn't want them, but because I can see that it is not less difficult for my mum than it is for me to stop breastfeeding, so I try to make it as easy for her as possible! But if you think that end of breastfeeding means end of intimacy, then you're wrong! It has just changed. Now for example we can pass hours every day sitting together -me in my mum's lap, on a huge pillow on the floor, and I bring one book after another to read. This is my greatest past-time at the moment -well, after throwing objects that bounce and make a noise, on the floor! I've become quite good at pointing at objects that my mum names in the books. Can you see an apple, she says, and I point at an apple, -and then I say eup, can you see the lion, and I point at the lion, -and say hllll, the sun ssss, the moon ttt (tungl in icelandic).....and when we've finished a book -we just start all over again! So life can be wonderful -even without the precious milk tanks!
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Me as...
There is a great site on internet, you can find it here, where you can change you face in many different ways. So here you can see the prognosis from this website of how I'll look like a young adult, what I would have looked like if I was afro-caribean or asian, and how Botticelli would have painted me...if I'd had the luck to be contemporary with him..!
I guess my current looks are the cutest!
13 months
Did I really not blog since january 11th!!! Time IS flying, and there are so many things happening in my life, that I would need the rest of the day to tell you all about it. I'll tell you some highlights. Well, first of all, this walking business is going really well. By now I can bend down and pick up things, stand up without holding anything, and best of all, at the playground, I'm free to go wherever I want. Another great thing is that when we walk to the car I get to explore all the things that until now I've only seen from above and now -finally- I get the chance to study close up. Such as the moss that grows on our next doors neighbour's fence, the flowers at number 21, the breadcrumbs that mMarco the dwarf feeds the birds and so on. 
It can take the whole afternoon just to arrive to the car! I'm also getting quite skilled in eating alone. First I just used the gudsgaflana (god's forks, as they say in iceland), as you can see on this picture, and I still do when I'm not up to more complicated stuff, but I've also learnt to use a fork and a spoon (as you can see on the second photo). It took some effort (and several changes of sweaters, and washing of the floor) for me to learn to direct these devices towards my mouth. It is less easy than it looks -especially when you want to add an artistic touch to it, as I do! 
But then I got the hang of it, and now I'm quickly learning to pick up the food with the fork or the spoon, without distributing the food all over the table, -or the floor, or the nearby furniture, -or the toys, -or my clothes...! So I'm getting quite independent as you can see. But sometimes, being so independent can be tiring. Like last sunday when my mum took me for a 2 hour walk in the Vernavola park, with a visit to the pond where the crazy-geese live, and to the playground, and then we went home to eat pork chop with mashed potatoes and I got so tired that I fell asleep while eating, as you can see on the last series of photos. 
Anyway, my mum thought it was quite cute, and my coma was so profound that I didn't wake up at all when she transferred me to my bed -where I continued to sleep for over 2 hours. but from the pictures in this blog you can grasp that "Oscar eating" is one of the favourite subject for my parents photographing. Now I wouldn't mind getting to snap a photo or two of THEM when they are feeding me, for they can be quite hilarious. I don't think they realize, but every time they bring the spoon towards my mouth (or brought, for now I'm mainly doing things on my own) they open their mouth as if they were going to feed themselves, and then close it when I close mine with the food in my mouth. They have no idea how stupid that looks!
Another subject I would like to bring up, is how our flat is getting smaller all the time. I noticed it a lot when we came back from christmas in iceland. Then suddenly the kitchen table had become smaller than me, shelves I couldn't reach before were not only reachable but easily reachable, buttons and books that seemed to be a part of the sky before were suddenly within reach (riaising a series of new nei nei nei, situations), and I'm just about to be able to climb the sofa without needing a push from my parents. I don't know how the flat with everything in it managed to shrink so much, but I do think it's about time we find something bigger for us -before I start to be able to touch the ceiling here!
I have a lot of other things to tell you, but I have to stop here. Before going though, I would like to send birthday greetings to my italo-francese friend Tommi who is one years old in 2 days and I'll send belated birthdaywishes to Maria, my cousin in Iceland, who is still angry at me for not sending official birthdaygreetings to her on my blog, on her birthday! Better late than not at all!
P.s.
A short correction, just to show how fast things happen in my life. This afternoon (a few hours after writing this blog) I successfully climbed our sofa -alone! My mum was busy preparing dinner and couldn't believe her eyes when she saw me putting the icelandic, and italian flag on this peak to celebrate my conquist. I guess my middle name should be Edmond!
It can take the whole afternoon just to arrive to the car! I'm also getting quite skilled in eating alone. First I just used the gudsgaflana (god's forks, as they say in iceland), as you can see on this picture, and I still do when I'm not up to more complicated stuff, but I've also learnt to use a fork and a spoon (as you can see on the second photo). It took some effort (and several changes of sweaters, and washing of the floor) for me to learn to direct these devices towards my mouth. It is less easy than it looks -especially when you want to add an artistic touch to it, as I do! 
But then I got the hang of it, and now I'm quickly learning to pick up the food with the fork or the spoon, without distributing the food all over the table, -or the floor, or the nearby furniture, -or the toys, -or my clothes...! So I'm getting quite independent as you can see. But sometimes, being so independent can be tiring. Like last sunday when my mum took me for a 2 hour walk in the Vernavola park, with a visit to the pond where the crazy-geese live, and to the playground, and then we went home to eat pork chop with mashed potatoes and I got so tired that I fell asleep while eating, as you can see on the last series of photos. 
Anyway, my mum thought it was quite cute, and my coma was so profound that I didn't wake up at all when she transferred me to my bed -where I continued to sleep for over 2 hours. but from the pictures in this blog you can grasp that "Oscar eating" is one of the favourite subject for my parents photographing. Now I wouldn't mind getting to snap a photo or two of THEM when they are feeding me, for they can be quite hilarious. I don't think they realize, but every time they bring the spoon towards my mouth (or brought, for now I'm mainly doing things on my own) they open their mouth as if they were going to feed themselves, and then close it when I close mine with the food in my mouth. They have no idea how stupid that looks!Another subject I would like to bring up, is how our flat is getting smaller all the time. I noticed it a lot when we came back from christmas in iceland. Then suddenly the kitchen table had become smaller than me, shelves I couldn't reach before were not only reachable but easily reachable, buttons and books that seemed to be a part of the sky before were suddenly within reach (riaising a series of new nei nei nei, situations), and I'm just about to be able to climb the sofa without needing a push from my parents. I don't know how the flat with everything in it managed to shrink so much, but I do think it's about time we find something bigger for us -before I start to be able to touch the ceiling here!
I have a lot of other things to tell you, but I have to stop here. Before going though, I would like to send birthday greetings to my italo-francese friend Tommi who is one years old in 2 days and I'll send belated birthdaywishes to Maria, my cousin in Iceland, who is still angry at me for not sending official birthdaygreetings to her on my blog, on her birthday! Better late than not at all!
P.s.
A short correction, just to show how fast things happen in my life. This afternoon (a few hours after writing this blog) I successfully climbed our sofa -alone! My mum was busy preparing dinner and couldn't believe her eyes when she saw me putting the icelandic, and italian flag on this peak to celebrate my conquist. I guess my middle name should be Edmond!
Friday, January 11, 2008
New game
Life is such a treat and I'm constantly inventing new games to have fun. My latest invention is a game that my father used to master in when he was a child. In the regional Tuscany championship of 1969 his winning move was pointing at a white wall screaming "I want that". There was no way for the other babies to overdo that wish and his glorious victory has eluminated his life ever since.Now I'm trying to follow in his footstep, and what fun there is to have. The game, as I play it, goes like this. I point at any spot in the flat, more or less randomly, and then I grunt or say something that my mum understands as I want that. Then my mum tries to decipher what it is I want, and bring me the thing I point at. If, for example, I point at the window-sill in the living room, she might bring me the bottle of the Fluor-drops, but the rule of the game is, never to let her guess right the first time what I want, so even if I really would like to play with the fluor-bottle (sic!) then I just continue pointing at the window sill and grunting until she brings me somthing else. Usually I stop at the third thing she brings me, even if it means I have to play with an empty envelope or a teaspoon, but sometimes, for fun, I start crying out of an apparent disappointment for having a parent that doesn't understand me. Then my mum gets really frustrated, and I get a lot of bonus-points. I will probably never reach the level of my father, but I am doing my best!
Monday, January 07, 2008
Thanks to the anonymous sender
As you know, christmas and birthday come in one for me, so in a short time I recieve many gifts that I'm very thankful for. My stock of books and toys has doubled in just a few days. But there is one gift that didn't have any information about the sender, except that it was sent from a shop in England (that I doubt that would have thought of sending me a toy-train just like that out in the blue...), so I don't know who is the kind giver and since I've already written a thank-you letter to one person that didn't send it to me, then I'll just have to send out hearty thanks to the mysterious sender from my blog. I have some suspects...I'll say no names, but please come forward to that I can thank you in person.
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