A few days ago, on the 11th, Amalia turned 8 months old.
I did not forget to blog about it I have just been so busy.
Every morning I take her out for a swim, a real swim, as in she is learning to swim.
I teach her to swim bit by bit daily and she loves it. She enjoys jumping in and she goes all the way under and I help her up.
Very brave girl. She is a water baby for sure.
Mostly I have been consumed spending loads of time with John and the kids enjoying everything life is offering us right now and the blog is slowly taking more and more of a back seat.
She is climbing up into a standing position and getting stuck. I think she thinks she can walk.
Everyone here thinks I am crazy because I am always holding her. And when I say always... I mean ALWAYS.
Moms here usually aren't with their kids, they have nannies for that, most kids are pushed around in strollers.
I did this with the boys and now I am doing it with her. Everyones theory is that it will spoil her and make her dependent.
My theory is that I do not have forever to hold her, so while I can, I will.
Whenever Ethan would fall asleep John would say he would take him to bed, and I would always so no, one day I won't be able to, and that day came sometime last year and I am happy I spent all the time I could with them.
Both boys are dependent and unspoiled, but we have a bond that is rare.
Everyone here is also in love with her. They LOVE her eyes, they go crazy over her beauty, but then on top of that she is the baby that never cries and is so sweet, shy, delicate, a very soft but strong soul. Everything I imagined disney princesses are.
Anyway, I got some teeth pics finally. Excuse the food and sand on her face.
Just look at this little angels face.
She takes my breath away. Such a beautiful child from the inside out.
Happy 8 months Amalia!
We love you!