Our experiences

I know that I haven't heard from our third pregnancy in a while, but there wasn't much to tell, on the one hand, and we still didn't have the baby's sex for sure, on the other. About a month ago Miriam went to have an ultrasound while I took the major to the dentist. She saw clearly that it was a child, the gynecologist did not pronounce too much and I, when I saw the video, I was not able to get wet either (or rather, I didn't want to get wet).

A few weeks ago I gave you the news that we are waiting, my wife and I, for our third child. This past Sunday we turn weeks and we are in the fifteenth, about ten days after doing a new ultrasound that may give us some clue about the sex of the baby. About pregnancy, as I told you in the previous post, it has turned out to be the worst first trimester of the three pregnancies.

I do not know if on vacation you take advantage of the little pots or jars of emergency food, when the pantry is half-full, you have to end up with the stock or you are going to spend the day away from home and it becomes difficult to get food for the child or little girl. My daughters have not eaten too many jars, but on vacations there always falls some, precisely for those extraordinary situations, they seem comfortable to me, but we do not forget that homemade food is better than indsutral.

Do you know that when someone is amputated a member is still feeling it? "Ghost member," they call him. Well, my girls were little ghosts around me a couple of days ago ... On Friday I went out for dinner for the first time without my daughters. It was an anniversary dinner at my workplace, and for the first time I decided to leave without them.

Spoon in hand, the child in the high chair, holding almost his hands so that he can not remove the food that goes to his mouth no matter how much he tries to remove it. A recurring image with a soundtrack that repeats "a little more." For mom and dad. A little plane is coming. Open the mouth. You have to eat everything to grow.

I remembered yesterday of the machacona phrase of "you are going to fall" and today I bring you another one, which I keep listening to continuously and that I had trouble getting my son's grandmothers to abandon, at least in my presence. It is the happy "a little more." I do not deny that there are children who eat little, but when that really happens, or there is a physical or psychological problem that manifests itself in food.

We often talk in the blog about the crowds that children do, some more "light" and some more fat. Yesterday my daughter Sofia, 18 months, gave me reason to tell you one of the fat ones. We could title his last one as "Sofia and the aquatic iPhone". He is in a stage where he loves to throw things.

Today we tell you the mysterious case that happened over about three years, whereby a spacious apartment and its large closets become a flat and small closets. With the extended family, of course. But it is that even with the arrival of the first baby the floor and the spaces to store our and their things were enoooormes.

I do not know if it should be something innate or hereditary, maybe you can help me answer this question, but the point is that my children love tempered cookies (cookie turned up: be said of that cookie that has been so long exposed to the air that stays soft). I discovered it this summer, eating the typical Sandwich-type ice creams that carry biscuit (not wafer), in a clear state of extreme softness.

Sleeping all night or sleeping until one wants is something that parents remember only from past times. Soon, having a child, you realize that the schedules no longer mark you and that it doesn't matter if it is Monday or Saturday. If you have to get up, you have to get up. During the time when none of our children went to school there was not much problem, because we all went to bed around eleven o'clock at night and the children woke up around nine or ten in the morning (with their night wakings, of course), outside work day or holiday.

As a child I remember a partner who, very blond as a child, began to grow and get her hair darker and darker, until, suddenly, the trend seemed to change and every time she had more than blond, yellow. Something was put in his hair to keep him fairly blond. Clarifying children's hair always seemed odd, especially when using products with which we can then see the roots of another color.

This middle morning Spain was pending the Christmas lottery draw. The truth is that this year I was caught off guard, and I only noticed when I heard the traditional soniquete when putting the radio in the car. They talked about what we would do if we won the jackpot of the lottery.

It is clear that there is an irresistible attraction to the roll of toilet paper, which makes children look sleepy. We get this picture of Íñigo, a 13-month-old boy who shows us his last stupid, wrapped in toilet paper. His mother Raquel tells us that Íñigo has a lot of fun in the bathrooms.

A few weeks ago I found a surprise in the notes we received from the school: the following Friday, the three-year-olds were not supposed to bring lunch because a child turned years old and he had lunch for everyone. I immediately thought that there was surely something on that menu that wasn't going to be too healthy.

Many of our readers tomorrow will celebrate with their children the Halloween party, imported from the United States. Others, on day one, will go to the cemeteries to pay tribute and remember their deceased. We are preparing another party, older, that we celebrate in my house every year. We are preparing Samhain.

These days my oldest daughter is going to start school. The truth is that it is difficult for me to use the third person on this issue, because I think we all started, we live this moment as something familiar in which we inevitably get involved. And in the interview with the teacher, she had some questions to ask us.

I have recently turned a year, and I wanted to comment on what I have discovered lately and my small achievements. Little ones, to say something, since my daddies seem tremendous. I'm about to walk, that's what seems to make them more excited, and let's not say ... Because it's what I most desire, walking, jumping and running with my older sister, I'm very envious of the healthy way she moves she ... I already crawl at full speed after going through several peculiar styles of drag, and I stand up with support.

Lately I have been observing an attitude that is repeated in young children, especially in my daughter who soon turns three and is dedicated to tearing apart the sandcastles that we have so laboriously raised. I no longer try so hard to perfect the battlements, make doors and windows or even mark the bricks.

One of the things that most tender me about babies is when they are sleepy and their eyes are rubbed. They still do not know how to express themselves with words but their body language tells us that sleep can. All babies have a particular way to prove it. Some rub their eyes, others touch their hair and others put their fingers in their mouths as an unequivocal sign that it is bedtime.

To tell the truth, until I saw it with my own eyes, I distrusted the effects of white noise enough to calm babies. Until I checked with my third daughter and I can say: my baby falls asleep with the noise of the hair dryer. Suddenly, one day I dried my hair and she in her hammock came.