Lord, when it comes to sleeping, he becomes a little tyrant. It's like, he has an aversion to sleeping, he cries and kicks and screams, pulls your hair, scratches your face, practically fights you with all his strength just to escape sleeping.
It's been so long since I last posted, and I am so sorry about that. Blogging makes me feel closer to the world and I have honestly missed it. We've gone a long way since our last post in May, when my baby boy Albert, was three months old. Between thousands of poopy diapers, boogies, drool and soooo many sleepless nights, I've reached a point into this astonishing experience called motherhood, when I simply cannot recognize myself anymore. I have an endless amount of patience, I love all babies and toddlers, even those bratty, annoying ones kicking and screaming in the supermarkets, I can sing for hours and more if the baby needs to be put to sleep, and, as a general idea, I have become another woman.
In a few days he'll be 9 months old and we are very thrilled that he has already decided to get up and stand on his two little feet. he's been doing that for a few weeks now and he is also calling me "Mmmma-mmma" which has finally made me pee my pants.