Just a few moments of my first summer Jan-Feb-Mar 2014. Enjoy!
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My first winter
As you know I live in the southern hemisphere where winters are July-August-September; now winters in Valparaiso are mild and pretty sunny – and when it rains, heaven comes down for 24 hours. I love going out, and being carried around in my Baby carrier.
Inside the comfort of home, I feel very at ease and like to express myself:
I am 6 months old!
Today Tue. Sept. 17th, 2013, is a special day for me and family as I am now half a year old.
This is not for me, but the ambience here is in Valparaiso is of big festivity, almost euphoric, with chilean flags waving from every house and building; tomorrow Sept. 18th is Fiestas Patria in Chile – Independence Day, a somewhat overdone expression of glory of the Nation – September has become “mes de la Patria”. A curiously “shared” love for a country by a profoundly divided society, living with wounds that were never cured; last week was the conmemoration of 40 years after the military regime seized power (Sept. 11th, 1973) – a black page in modern history (f.i. until today over a 1000 people are disappeared, justice was never done to the victims of the dictatorship).
And yet, everyone is waving the flag and partying for the next 5 days. Viva Chile, mierda!
On a more positive note, today I went with Mom and Dad and my brother Dante to see his class mates at the Waldorf kinder garden, Dante started last week and seems to have a great time; can’t wait to join him and learn while playing, life is all good and happy for the next years!
Go Enzo!
With 25 days of age, my pediatrician is very satified with my growth: now 3,2kg ~ 7 Lbs with 50cm ~ 20″ (up from 2,6kg ~ 5.7 Lbs with 45cm ~18″).
I look bigger as well, drinking pure mother’s milk and sleeping all day. The nights are weird though. I feel ackward in my tummy & guts and cry my lungs out until I have seen all the rooms of the house twice – once in my Moms arms, then my Dads arms. When I see they are desperate I stop, have a good drink, make sure NOT to burp, so I can sleep a while on someones breast. As soon as I am put in my bassinet I start complaining again, and I keep fuzzy until my next feed. At the glares of sunrise my body relaxes, I am exhausted and fall into a nice sleep.
Other than that, no complaints, my brother Dante check in on me various times a day and seems to accept my presence.
Today the four of us walked downtown and bought a nice pairs of walking boots for my brother, he loves them!
And real great news: my grandma Oma Reintjen comes to visit us, for a month!! Can’t wait to meet her, I heard her voice via skype a couple of times, but that’s not the same. Bet she holds me and sways me like only grandma’s do.
First week at home
My first week at home is 24x7h activity…..don’t think it is only about eating and sleeping, in between many things happen, even if I am not aware of it.I met my Tata Ricky, who came from Santiago to see me! He and my Nona Kela also came when I was born, but I went straight to neonatal, where only Moms and Dads are allowed in. Great Tata, I love him! Also, I love the breastfeeding every 3-4 hours, specially at at night it is great to be fed – doze off, and when I am put to bed I am hungry again! The service is great, one good shout and I am back on the breast; the trick is not to burp, and Mom will hold me through the whole night. Home sweet home.
Hey Bro!
This is me coming home after hospital release, a week old; a meeting between the 2 brothers, my big brother Dante does the talking!
To make things easier on my brother, I bought him a present: