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The big five Oh days

Today was my fiftieth day of life, the big five oh, not sure what it means of course, I still haven’t got the hang of numbers yet, never mind words.

Today was better than yesterday, nobody held me down and cut the thing below my tongue, although I do feel better with my tongue being free, I can cry louder and do new sounds with it. If you come around I can show it off to you with a thing that almost resembles a smile, so say my parents anyway – they just don’t know its gas.

My Granny came around today, or Abuela I should say, being a multilingual multicultural baby. Here she is in a picture with me. Don’t I look nice!

Today I have found it a little difficult to sleep, but finally I got there after some fits and starts, oh and some leche, sorry milk, from my mommy. Here I am with dad, just chillin. I think he was a little tired; it took a while for me to get him to sleep.

Here is mummy, she is the real star of the show, doing all those things for me without any thanks from me yet, maybe later when I am bigger and understand how much work I was I will thank her, right now though I will just take her milk.

Posted by iwsmith at March 9, 2004 10:45 PM

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Indy tu crecimiento ha sido importante en este tiempo se ven bonitos los cuatro, para Ian quien describe todo lo que su bebé piensa felicitaciones por saber expresar tan dulcemente cada sentimiento de su hijo y sobre todo para que Indy pueda leer en unos años más todo lo que interpretaban sus padres cuando no podia expresar , sino sólo a travez de gestos, llantos ,etc.
Un beso a todos

Posted by: Johana at March 10, 2004 04:08 PM

Tu tambien eres la estrella de la pelicula, somo tres protagonistas con diferentes roles. Tu corazon hizo dormir a Indy, ralajado en tus brazos...como cuando me abrazas se siente paz, el debe sentir lo mismo. Te Amo
Abuelita chocha, gracias por todo el apoyo y el amor.

Posted by: at March 11, 2004 01:21 PM

Que bueno!!!! a si que ahora lo unico que tienes que hacer es hablar. jejeje.
Me alegro por ti Indi ahora podras gritar mas fuerte si no te escuchan jeje

Bueno yo estoy aca bien, claro que hay dias en q esto me cansa, las diastancias, los tacos, etc.
No creo que me entiendas mucho Indi pero no importa la cosa es que mires estas palabras jejeje
Cuidate un monton y no llores tanto.
te espero.....Sigue creciendo....chao

Posted by: Pámeq at March 15, 2004 01:36 PM

Que bien se ve esta abuelita!!!!!!!

Indi, eres la guagua más bella, espero que sigas creciendo bien y muy sanito. Espero tambien que tu madre pueda dormir mejor en estos meses!!!!
Besos de toda la familia, en especial de tu Tío Erwin que te esta viendo ahora, espero que lo conoscas pronto
Hanne, Anita y Erwin.

Posted by: Hanne y Erwin at March 24, 2004 02:57 AM

Andrea, te ves preciosa con tu hijo en brazos, aunque un poco compungida!
Hanne

Posted by: hanne at March 24, 2004 02:58 AM

Si estoy media compungida sosteniendo a Indy, y es el se mueve y se mueve hasta que se acomoda para sacar sus chanchitos...y bueno yo me "amoldo" ja!

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