6 months of Sofia

And 6 months have passed. You’re much more than I could ever imagined and I thank God every day to have you in my life. You’re special. You have a charm that is only yours and it’s unique and unlike anything I knew before I met you.

I suppose that it’s part of your integration strategy, and somehow, a way for you to fit in our family.

You are always in a great mood, you have your routines, you like falling asleep in your bed, alone, which makes it a lot easier on your sisters routines. You are a good eater without eating too much and you are way too big for your 6 months, so I don’t have to worry when you have less appetite.

You like to sing and when you get a higher scream you scare yourself, which is so funny to see. You had your first bronchiolitis a few weeks ago, shortly after my return to work, and it was only then that you make peace with your pacifier. You never used it before and now you don’t always want.

You like to bath and when I wash your back you sing to me. You also like the hair dryer and the hot air in your head.

Your favorite place to sleep is still the kitchen and nothing makes you fall asleep more quickly and more relaxed than the smells and noises of crockery and machines working. This was so usefull when I was at home with you and still is on our weekends!

You sleep a lot, with six months you still sleep between each meal, something that none of your sisters did. You now begin to skip the nap after your afternoon meal, but not always.

You interact with your sisters but with some fear. They speak loudly and fumbling too quickly!

Your eyes are still a mystery to me. At the end of 6 months have not figured out if your eyes are green or brown! You did get the most unusual eye color and your hair promises to be blond. Just like my father. But your cheeks are clearly mine!

It seems like it was yesterday and 6 months have gone by!

2013 in review

2013 ends today. It wasn’t a particularly easy year but it turned out to have a positive balance. I must keep the truth of things and say that there were many bad things, things that made me question, doubt, despair and look at the stars for hours looking for answers or just a bit of silence to listen and to feel myself. It was a year of difficult decisions, sleepless nights, lots of pros and cons analyses… for everything. 2013 was kind of a long battle that left me exhausted but happy to have succeeded in overcoming it. Winners? I do not know if there are any.

But it was a year with many good things, was a year that began with a big secret and that no major mishaps brought a new life into my life that held me from the first second. And living motherhood for the third time was even more magical and much easier than might be supposed.

It was a year of challenges to overcome me, to learn me, and above all to reconnect with me. 2013 brought me back the ability to talk hard things without shame or fear and re-taught me how important old friends are. And that has made all the difference. It’s easy to forget that I am not an island …

It was also a year of new friendships that I hope to keep for many years .

I hope 2014 is a good year, a productive year and if its not asking too much I wish 2014 to be a prosperous year. And what I wish for myself i wish for you! Happy 2014 !

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Sofia

Sofia, my latest love for life. My lioness, was born on August 5th at the end of the day, from a quick and easy delivery which was preceded by the longest and painful labor that I had so far. When I finally saw her I thought she was big, and to my eyes she still looks bigger than the others, though in her record is stating that she was born with and 50cm and 3300gr. Maybe I’m just seeing her soul, maybe Sophia is wisdom, as the saying goes.

She is a sweet and calm baby, calmer than her sisters. I am also a calmer mother. Living this for the third time makes me sure that time will solve everything, and inevitably she will grow, so all my concerns regarding this first age are now lighter to me than they were with the sisters.

And I also know that everything will pass too quickly, so I have a certain anguish of not being able to stop time right here and right now, like I wanted to do so many times before. Because I know that this newborn that I now hold in my arms will soon grow wings and fly. So now I have this urge to enjoy my third daughter as much as I humanly can.

Today I am a richer person.

20 weeks

20 weeks passed, 20 weeks left to go. So far so good and since I enter the second trimester I even forget I’m pregnant. If it wasn’t for my belly that occasionally colides with things and my little bean moving inside I swear I wouldn’t even remember I’m pregnant.

I’m calmer than the previous times though, stupid as it sounds, the idea of childbirth this time scare me more than the others, but I also know that is a typical concern of the second trimester and as soon as the time approaches, my concerns will disappear to make way for a happy anxiety.

I’m trying to take the most of this phase. I’m lucky to be able to live it for the third time, and although it is my desire to have more children, I do not know if life will allow, so I’m enjoying this pregnancy as if it was the last and taking full advantage of it.

And more than being curious to know the gender of the baby, I’m frankly desirous of knowing this little miracle to have it in my arms, to look in it’s eyes and smell it’s unique odor.

Absense

There’s a noticeable absence felt in this blog. You who came here every day have not found anything that you have not already seen, which is quite boring. I know.

It’s not that I’ve been taking a break, it’s not that I’ve lost the desire to share, I havent’t changed my goal or my purpuse. Nothing like that.

For everything here remains the same, with only a small change that is growing our way, a little big change that is my little big excuse for all this blog absence.

Now we just have to wait to see if this year color will remain pink or if we will finally change our color to blue!

Tooth Fairy #1

After her 5th birthday her first tooth began to wag. Two months later the tooth has finnaly fallen, for her great joy, and now she proudly boasts an empty space where once had a small tooth. More proudly yet because the new tooth has started to rise, it was behind the old one and not underneath as expected. So tonight she left the tooth under her pillow and when she woke up this morning she found a bag full of coins!

During these two months I has time to prepared the ideal place to keep her teeth and create a memory that later she can give value.

The first thing I did was a fairy doll and her cloths in the colors Mafalda choosed, and more than out of my imagination, this litle fairy was totally born out of my hands, has I made it without plan or pattern. I then made a record card to record the day each tooth falls in the same way I’ve recorded the days on which each tooth was born.

And it seemed to me that the set was not complete and so I made a kind of sleeping bag for the little fairy to rest while she waits patiently for the other teeth to fall.

Mafalda still only saw the fairy and took a lot of exercise to keep her away from the doll has she insists on taking the doll to bed with her. Today she will have a big surprise when she finally sees the final result!

School Project

This was the first year that I had to do a craft projec for Teresa take to school.

It was asked for parents to make a Xmas decoration with a kid sock and with a Christmas message.

Sounds simple doesn’t it? The truth is that it took me days to decide what to do and then even more days to make it, and today finally Teresa took proudly, her socks to school.

I guess my big problem was coming across a good half dozen of already ready socks in the next day, they arrested my inspiration in the symbols of Christmas. I thought of angels, trees, stars, Santa…

And then I decided to keep it simple and make not one but two socks as a symbol of sharing, unite them with a ribbon as a symbol of the family, and sprinkle them with small sequins like if the socks were a Christmas tree. The pompoms aside always make me remember the wool socks and therefore were required element.

Who knew that a project so simple could be so complicated! But I was happy with the result, and so did she.

5 Years

5 years have passed and it only occurs to me that times has gone by so quickly. The truth is that I think it was just yesterday that I was involved in the whirlwind of emotions that was discovering that you were in me. First I was too afraid, then I felt very happy and as time passed and your arrival approached, the fear came again softly.

And so we went to the hospital late at night and it may sound stupid but the whole time I felt that you were”holding my hand,” I felt that you were saing everithing would be okay, I felt you camling me down. And then you came into the world without pain and with your eyes wide open you looked at me without turning away your look, you hold that look on me and at that moment my whole world changed. I don’t remenber hearing you cry but I know you did, but only until the nurse lay you on me and after we were both silent while our souls chatted.

You were always a difficult baby, made me often feel on the verge of collapse and with it you showed me how far a mother’s love can go and you showed me that being a mother is beeing elastic, always going and doing a little more when we thought we could not go any further.

Than it passed and you have become one of the world’s most loving babies. When you were a year old and I when I was going to put you to sleep you alwasy open your arms and wanted me to laid my head on your shoulder, as if you were hugging me and like if you wanted to protect me from the world.

You’re an old soul, I have said many times, you have taught me as much or even more to me than I to you.

You’re determined and you know what you want and when you want. You often ignore things I say though you are gently enought to pretend that you are hearing me and that you are actually paying any attention. I often feel despere about it but I know that this is what will protect you and will help you walking your path. As a person I like the way you are, as a mother is often difficult.

You love to paint and draw and it was only recently that your drawings evolved from doodles and scratchs to things that we realize what they are. You like stories and to do math, but you do not like the feeling of not knowing something and when you feel insecure you lack the perseverance of trying to overcame your dificulties, and so you give up until you come back to find the will to carry on.

You like Tom & Jerry more than any cartoon, and your favorite princess is Cinderella. You have nightmares with the villains of the movies and that’s why you stopped seeing the Princess and the Frog. When you choose a movies to watch you often say you do not want to see this one or that one because you’ll have bad dreams with either character, as you do with Gargamel of the Smurfs.

You have a fantastic relationship with your sister, you are maternal and I think that often you take advantage and play beeing a mothers with a real baby. When you are eating and I get up from the table you take advantage of the opportunity and feed you sister with a spoonful to her mouth and sometimes in the morning when I get up and go to your room I see the two in your bed. You are careful and you put her on her shoes when she gets up because you know that none of you should walk barefoot. You have an obsession with taking your sister to the potty!

Sure you both have fights but luckily, most of the time, you both play without fights over toys, though sometimes we get so excited playing and running around the house that it always ends up with one of you crying because it crippled . But it’s all part of the game.

You still have an inexplicable fear of dogs and discovered that you like rice pudding, both eating and doing it, so almost every week we make rice pudding for you. You also like to help me in the kitchen and you like to bake biscuits and cookies and you almost don’t need my help for that. You like to make cookies to offer to your teacher, which I think is fantastic.

You are a cookie. You’re my sweet little cookie and you are making my world go round for 5 years!

Us in the kitchen

I like the month of August. It’s probably my favorite month because I already went on vacation, I’m relaxed now, I’ve been to the beach and the pool, I’ve played with the girls and killed all the nostalgia. Of course I would still be on vacation if I could but work needs to get done and returning is required, and if I can choose, I choose to work in August.

Lisbon is empty of cars and traffic and filled with people who speak languages ​​other than Portuguese, so it’s like being in a different city. I do not need to walk in stress with the time, I always get on time to work so I can leave earlier than normal and get home sooner, which gives me more time to spend with the girls.

Yesterday Mafalda wanted to bake bread, and bread we baked!

Tinha uns pacotes de mistura para pão de queijo, aparentemente um produto brazileiro, que me apresso a explicar que nos foi oferecido no supermercado, e assim que a Mafalda percebeu que aquilo servia para fazer pão não descansou enquanto não pôs, literalmente, as mãos na massa. Mais uma coisa em que sai a mim, adoro amassar massas, sejam elas de pão ou de bolachas.

I had a packet with a mix for cheese bread, apparently a brazilian product, which was offered to me at the supermarket, and so as soon as Mafalda realized that it was used to make bread she didn’t rest until she puts literally in her hands in the dough. She got that from me, I love kneading the dough, whether it’s for baking bread or cookies.

Teresa was not very interested until I she realized that the task would take more time that she expected and that was worth to join us. Mafalda gave her a ball of dough to knead that Teresa decided to knead it with her teeth, but it’s also OK!

With each passing day they are closer to each other and it’s so good to see them interact with each other. I’m now experiencing with Teresa what I’ve experienced with Mafalda, and it’s this fascination of being able to do things with her, take her to participate in parts of my routine and not just me participating in her routine. In other words: it’s good to have her doing growned up things with me and not always doing baby things with her. But then I know a few more months from now, when she loses what she still has left of beeing a baby, I’ll be seriously missing this baby girl…

And it’s so funny to see how different they are! Teresa seems to be more practical and uncomplicated than Mafalda, but it’s just a guess based on how she uncomplicates the words that she can not properly say. For example, Mafalda with the same age as Teresa would say “Cucuta” when referring to a turtle (tar-ta-ru-ga in portuguese). But Teresa just says “Cuga”! As it’s expected Teresa speaks much more than Mafalda spoke with the same age, but also has much more stimulation with her sister and cousins​​.

Teresa is much less insecure than Mafalda, but in return is more in need of pampering and physical contact, much less adventurous and fearless. It is cautious and not do anything without thinking well, not even taste a new food. You have to convince her well convinced. She loves animals and none of it scars her, but Mafalda is afraid of everything that moves around her.

They are both terrified of water in their faces and still remains a major challenge to wash their hair and of course the two are crazy for chocolate, but in chocolate matters they are just like mommy!

Playing with my kids

I like the days when the weather lets us play in the beach without burn us in all that heat. I like to play with the girls and with the buckets and all the beach toys. I like even more that they like having me there playing with them. I like to make sand castles. So do they.

And now for the fun part! Destroy the castle! I assure you that they are ready to break olimpic records!