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antes que me esqueça.
Os 9 meses parecem ser altura de grandes reviravoltas. Não no gatinhar, pois já o faz há umas semanas; não no andar, pois já caminha desajeitadamente, agarrado às nossas mãos, armários, sofás, etc.. desde os 7 meses (e até já deu uns passitos hesitantes sozinhinho!). Não no dormir, pois dorme seguidinho das 8 às 6 (nem mais nem menos!!) desde os 6 meses....
...Mas no comer!
O Thilan sempre comeu bem, desde sempre. Quando começou as papinhas adorou practicamente tudo o que lhe demos (desde as papas de arroz à aveia, desde a papaia à couve-flor) e a partir daí, reagiu sempre com entusiasmo a qualquer comida nova que lhe apresentamos (aparte o facto de ser alérgico ao leite e ao glúten, mas adiante..). Come pimentos, brócolo, pepino e lentilhas. Gosta de milho, ervilhas, salmão e borrego. E adora pão (gluten-free) com manteiga. O unico problema é que até agora se recusava a pegar na comida com a mão dele e mete-la à boca. Fazia-lhe espécie! Tipo: "olha o nojo tar aqui a comer com a minha mão!! Não é para isso que a minha mãe cá está?". E ficava ali, sentadinho, de braços abertos repousados nos braços da cadeira (qual reizinho menino, a contemplar o seu dominio) a olhar para nós com ar de gozo/incredulidade sem nunca tocar no que quer que lhe pusessemos à frente. As únicas vezes em que se dignava a pegar nos pedaços de pão/fruta/biscoito pousados no tabuleiro eram para, muito cuidadosamente, os deitar ao chão num ritual pensado e hilariante (tipo: "ai o que são estas coisas aqui à minha frente? Deixa-me mas é deita-las fora, uma-de-cada-vez, pois não gosto nada de ver isto aqui! Ó mãe, dá-me lá mais uma colherada dessa frutinha boa que aí tens!")
Pronto. E nós tentavamos, com cantiguinhas, com exemplos - "olha a mamã, Thilan vês? Ela gosta muito destas bolachinhas de arroz apetitosas e peganhentas, sem açucar, aditivos, corantes ou conservantes e cobertas de sumo de maçã! Yum yum, vês, filho? Vá lá, pega lá tu com a tua mãozinha!"- e com subornos - "Se pegares neste bocadinho de pão, deixo-te atirar o resto ao chão, como tu tanto gostas!"-, mas sempre sem sucesso...
Até que um dia desta semana, lá se fez luz na cabecinha do meu rapaz. Tinha eu (pela 1000000sima vez) partido uma das ditas bolachas (que por sinal ele gosta muito, desde que a mãe lhas dê à boca) em bocaditos e deixado numa caixinha em frente a ele, como quem nao quer a coisa, quando ele se decidiu, e, como se o tivesse feito toda a vida, pegou num dos bocados e meteu-o à boca. Depois olhou para mim de boca cheia e sorriso radiante, e bateu palmas a si próprio, claramente orgulhoso do seu feito.
Agora nos ultimos dias, tem sido um recuperar do tempo perdido, a experimentar todo o tipo de comidinhas pela mão dele. As preferidas (até ver) são milhos pequeninos cozidos, pão com manteiga e, claro, bolachas de arroz.
Ok ok, I need a little support, but I am on the move! And if you look closely there is the start of a Ronaldo-step-over too!
Seeing as we haven't reached that stage where we are comfortable leaving Thilan with someone else (grandparents being an obvious exception), the only romantic gesture I could make was take-out fish and chips. Although, I think you will all appreciate the pink champagne cooler!
Thanks for the last 5 years Xana, and for our son.
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The postman brought a big box and I assumed that the contents would be for me. Well, that's how it has worked in the past...but not today. Instead, I should be wearing the "My dad got a new pillar drill and all I got was this box!" t-shirt!
To rub salt in the wounds he proceeded to put me in it! Ha ha! Funny man.
Firstly, you can make this video bigger by clicking on the four arrows (bottom right of the image).
Secondly, I suspect we'd have got similar musicality if Grandma had placed a filleted salmon in front of TJ! But they do say that practice makes perfect...and we're only waiting for Sergio to offer lessons once he's seen Thilan's obvious potential.
Eu faço hoje 6 meses. Acreditam? Já tenho 6 meses. E já estou tão grande, tão crescido:
Além disto tudo, sou um fofo, um doce, um amor, um querido, um lindo, um giro e sei lá que mais. Sou o rei da casa, o centro das atenções e o dono dos corações dos meus pais.
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I’m 6 months today. Can you believe it? I’m 6 months already. And I have grown so much:
I can sit unaided! Wooohooo for me!
Now would someone please get me a seat - it is cold and hard down here on the floor.
Ainda de pijama, com cara por lavar e fralda por mudar.
Thank you grandma! Can you babysit again next Tuesday? ;-)

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It's true
I'm 2 months old today.
And as a gift, my parents gave me two injections to my bottom. They are lovely, these parents of mine! I have to say, I didn't enjoy the experience at all. Really didn't. REALLY REALLY didn't! To be honest, I cried a little. And my mother, who is a little silly, almost cried with me. I didn't quite get why, though, as I was the one who got pricked! But this is my mother… so what can be done?
In spite of the pricks (which, as I said before, I REALLY didn't care for), I quite enjoyed turning two months. I already feel like a young (little?) man. My mummy keeps on saying I look like one. My mummy is quite proud of me and I can't blame her. I was looking at myself in the mirror on my play mat the other day and realised I am really quite cute! I am so cute, I can't stop looking at myself in the mirror. My mother takes advantage of this narcissistic streak of mine and leaves me there, staring at myself, while she has her shower. I don't mind it, to be honest, as she returns smelling nicely of soap and feeling guilty for leaving me on my own for a few minutes. She then gives me loads of kisses and cuddles which is not too bad, no sir!!
Apart from the mirror, I also have a lot of fun playing with the inhabitants of my play mat. I like Mr Eddie, the elephant with his noisy ears and big eyes. I spend hours chatting to him and scrunching his ears. I must confess, this ear scrunching business is a new trick of mine. I showed it to my parents yesterday and they were hysterical, clapping and cheering madly. My parents can be quite embarrassing that way! I don't think I'll show them anything next time!
Also, I've been practicing grabbing the legs of Mr colourful Lion, who is also hanging from my gym. I confess I haven't quite mastered the whole thing, as I sometimes hold him really well, and other times fail miserably. But I am a perseverant little boy and will get it right, eventually. And Mr Lion better be ready, as he has no idea what will hit him when I finally manage to catch him properly!
I also find hilarious the funny faces my parents make just to see me smile. I encourage them with smiles, giggles and little screams, so they know I find them really very funny. Besides, it's always good fun to see your parents making a fool of themselves, just to keep you entertained. Next time, I'll try to convince them to do the same in public. That will definitely make me laugh out loud!
Yesterday my grandma returned to Porto. She was here for two whole weeks spoiling me rotten with cuddles. But that is exactly what grandmas are for, and I loved having her around. She gave me my bath and my bottle, changed my nappies, put me to sleep and held me for hours. And she even had the time to knit a very cool jumper and matching hats. The top is still a little big, but one of the hats already fits. So, you tell me, do I not look cool?
Today, Avó Marilia managed to cross a frozen London to catch a flight back to Porto.
Over the two weeks that she was with us, Thilan has changed (for the better) and has enjoyed the sense of calm and also fun that arrived with her. Not only did Avo Marilia knit what is probably the Grrrreatest jumper (more of this in a future post) but she also brought with her tasty recipes and a new face for Thilan to smile at. Thanks for all the help.
And come back soon Avó!
Estas bochechinhas nao enganam ninguem, pois nao?