First of all, I've had a haircut. This time my mum decided it was time to leave the business to a professional (she got worn out the last time she tried to cut my hair, hehe), so she brought me to Gianni, the guy that normally cuts my dad's hair. When he saw me he said that I was to young to have my hair cut there, but my mum managed to convince him to give it a try and so I got to sit in my mum's lap in a funny chair while Gianni got the scissors. Then I started to see my hair fall to the floor like leaves in autumn and my look started to change. Gianni made several attempts to cut off my ears, but I was quicker than him and turned the head before he managed to close the scissors on my earlobes!

To complete my new look I broke a tiny piece of one of my front tooth. It was not easy, I had to fall face down on the kitchen tiles, and the result was that a 2mm of enamel left one of my tooth permanently, my lip bled (and became double for a while) and my mum had to comfort me in her arms until I overcame the shock. But I was successful, and think I look rather cool with my new smile :)
The talking business is going better and better. My mum recently made a list of words that I can say (or that I try to say and she manages to decipher), and this list is growing day by day and the way I say the words is advancing at the same time. Today for example I upgraded the moon (tungl in icelandic) from a ttt to tuu, yesterday buxur (trousers) advanced from ux to bu and I also made the first attempt to say kex (biscuit). As you may have understood, most of my new words are in icelandic. The only exceptions are ciao and mela (apple), which I pronounce with a beautiful mmm (the same way I say flower, blòm, in icelandic) but I sometimes say eu, for epli! The only words I pronounce in full length are mamma, pabba and the very useful nei nei nei, which I underline by shaking the index finger in the air!
The last update I wanted to give you now is about my latest passion. Dancing! As soon as I hear the first beats of a song I start moving about, shaking my hips, clapping my hands and turning around and around until I get all dizzie and fall down. If my mum can get around to it she will show you some videoclip of one of my dancing-performaces.
well folks, it's time to go, but before I say goodbye, I must share some good news with you: WE'VE BOUGHT A FLAT! I'll tell you more about it in my next blog, but until then...live, love and laugh
2 comments:
Svei mér þá ef þú ert ekki bara að líkjast mömmu þinni. Heyrðu annars, kom einhvern tímann niðurstaða úr samkeppninni um hvor myndin var af þér og hvor af afa þínum???
Og innilega til hamingju með íbúðarkaupin. Ég vissi að búið var að gera tilboð en vissi ekki að búið væri að skrifa undir. Nú þarf ég bara að fara að kíkja á verð á flugafari til Ítalíu. Þarf að finna einhverja ráðstefnu þarna í grenndinni.
Caro piccolino,
Il babbo vede che sei sempre più attivo: si passa dal passo ormai quasi di corsa, alla danza in tondo, a tentativi decisi di esprimere il proprio linguaggio, ne vedremo delle belle.
Un abbraccio da PAPPI
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