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In marcia!

Vi annuncio con immensa gioia che il 26 giugno 2010, alla libreria Fnac di Milano, Bì, di mesi 15 e sei giorni, si è finalmente decisa a camminare!
Alla fine c'eravamo seduti a terra Lui, Amica ed io, disposti a triangolo, che ci passavamo la nana tra le risate (del pubblico) e pride (by parents, convinced that he had put the world's first self-propelled on earth). Now
zompetta home very proud of his new means of locomotion, from the mythical culate sometimes, but in total it is really good. Studied, is prepared.
By the way, today I was convince the nest, now, my daughter is 15 months. What the hell could have done? Getting bullied? Lack respect for teachers? Not studying? Has the debt diaper? I will find out in a few hours ...

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Abbiamo sbagliato fila

I came to a conclusion: when handing out the luck, I and my family were calculated as the H &M; the other hand, when you deploy anal, we had three times in a row.
It 'been a week that I was upset by reports that led. Shit, if he had not understood.
My brother is 21 years, is a healthy, strong and healthy as a rock, never smoked, never drank, life as archbishop. It sports a lot, go to the beach all year round, and takes care to fitness, for which no drugs, not even the classic Cannetta in high school.
Result? Tumor.
has noticed my mother is a doctor, like my father, and now the thing is for sure, is a lymphoma. It has a complicated name that I have not learned yet but I am afraid I will learn soon, is one of those cancer "young", there is high probability of cure, but after five years of shit. Anyway is a cancer at age 21, I do not know what I mean.
At age 21 there is a whole life to live, we have to do shit and parties, no chemotherapy and the like, fuck.
I did not take it well. Even as a family because, as I said in opening words, we have already given, I am epileptic (but that's okay, you live with epilepsy, is a concussion, but you live), my father has leukemia (already more severe) and now my brother.
But then, fuck, what is the probability that in the same household there are two tumors in two different people? In my opinion, we won the First Prize Misfortune.
But shit.

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Weekend al mare!

few weeks ago when I was in the midst of the whirl of exams, I decided that we wanted for a weekend with all the brain to the minimum wage.
Indeed. On
booking.com I found a pretty neat hotel in S. Bartolomeo al Mare, near Alassio. When we started on Friday, turning in the car I heard a middle finger in Milan, in these dog days as never before, disappearing horizon.
The place has actually been very nice. Hotel five minutes walk from the sea, with a large portion of the beach (and thank goodness, because I found out the hard way that in Liguria pay even the air we breathe).
BI had fun like crazy. Friday afternoon, around 6, just arrived, we went for a walk sulla spiaggia; appena ha visto il mare, lei ha strillato "Taaa!" (che in linguaggio patatesco suppongo voglia dire "caspita, che mare fantastico!") ed è partita a razzo verso l'acqua. Meno male che sia io che Lui eravamo in braghette corte, perchè la piccola non ha voluto sentire ragiorni: ha fatto il bagno in un'acqua cristallina ma gelida, felice come una pasqua. La prossima volta che si lamenta perchè l'acqua del bagnetto non è alla temperatura desderata la faccio nuova.
E' stata davvero brava anche per quanto riguarda i pasti, adesso che ha anche i premolari macina come ruspa qualsiasi cibo le venga presentato, dalla salsiccia al fritto misto. Mh...forse questo spiega il brufolino che ha sul naso...
Il risultato these days is that she is still as white as snow, anvendo a mother who has spread the diligent protection of 50 (!!!) after bathing, he and I have the back of a pretty-colored lobster.
return to Milan has been traumatic, let alone return to study. Now we have basically taken my breath to get to the end of July.
Monday I saw him open the pool near my house, so I said to myself "well, at least in the afternoon I know where to take the dwarf!" I talk too much, as always, is that since yesterday even as it rains in November ...

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Festa al nido

So.
You have no idea of \u200b\u200bthe mess they can make a handful of dwarves there until you're in the middle.
You have no idea of \u200b\u200bself that it takes to make the teacher until an afternoon walk to the nest.
Specifically, the party called for 16:30. Nani with parents / grandparents / nannies divided into four tavolucci. Ours, for the bad luck that has always accompanied me, was to stracciaballe. Given time, you expect that we start immediately with the supermarkets, partly because the potato has 14 months, and it is very controllable when he is hungry.
But no. The horrible coordinator brings us the "raw materials" (read: to be sliced \u200b\u200bfruit, skewers, cherry tomatoes, mozzarella, sweet rolls, various meats) and a Pharmacokinetic commands us to drink. I had the makings of a dwarf with the pupils bananiformi by hunger, I grab a of those fruits oblong and yellow when my daughter, evidence of Darwinism is greedy, and I tucked in a corner.
"baaa!" * Says the Potato, and starts to eat fulfilled. Fuck your refreshment, we read in the eyes.
However, in the end everything is ready and is gathered up on a table-size (yes, because until now we were all sitting at the tables of the dwarves, my back still remembers).
Well, we think the two of us, now you can eat!
The coordinator tries to stop us, but it's like trying to stop a herd of wildebeest, literally impossible. Within minutes everything disappears in the stomachs of infants and parents. Most of the parents, to tell the truth. We will never know what had in mind the coordinator, but with the other moms agreed that we still continue to sleep soundly.
The party is over with a sort of "graduation ceremony" for the kids that next year will go to kindergarten. It 'was very soft, many little ones were excited ... and with their mothers.
Returning home, he and I wonder how it will end BI mquando also the nest, then go to kindergarten, in elementary school ... it all seems far away, but maybe it's all so close.
How is growing up fast, my little girl.
Sometimes I feel the need, just for one day, to have her back in my belly. Not to have another child, but put her in his belly. A voi capita mai?


*Baaa: "banana", n.d.T.