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.

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!

How they grow

I had a baby… I sweare I had a baby… But this morning I look around and I didn’t found my baby…

This morning I looked arround and I saw this:

and this:

This:

And this:

And that’s when reality hit me … My baby has grown … and today was her first day of daycare school … But there is something familiar about it … Wait … Oh man! … I know what it is! I had another baby before this one, which also grew too fast, and that baby also went to school one day…

What the hell is going on with my babies that grow up so fast and keep jumping out of my lap, without a warning, without a notice, how can I can prepare myself?

Either I’m getting really old or it’s time to start thinking about having another baby … I want a baby…