Be Baby

February 17, 2005

Nursery


Liam finally has a home!

February 11, 2005



Here's the fire
Nothing as cool and exciting as a bright red retro fire truck, methinks. At least for the parents, that is. Join the nostalgia right here.

February 08, 2005

Feng Shui flowing
The New Chinese Year starts today, apparently. There's a huge Chinese community in Madrid. This community happens to live behind our building. The radio says the Chinese community intends to have a blast this evening to celebrate the Year of the Black Horse. Last year was the Year of the White Snake.

The radio tells me this year is going to be brilliant for those who get married and those who have kids. Liam is now protected by a flow of feng shui.

February 07, 2005





Before and after
My partner in crime says that there are two types of shops in the world, and that this division only sprung to his mind after we got pregnant.

According to my husband, there are the Before Sex Shops and After Sex Shops. The first category would sell anything enticing, in the likes of Victoria's Secret, the delicatessen stores, Manolo Blahnik boutique or your local pattiserie. On the other hand, post-pleasure shops are the rest: A department store, a hardware shop or the butchers.

This said, i suppose you won't have a problem placing this new magazine from one of my favourite shops in the right category (always according to the man, of course).

Romance always should come first. But you already know that.

February 03, 2005

Mum shows off (the baby)



Mum and Liam beam on their 28th week. You can see more of me, me, me over here. I must have no shame.

Blue eyes on a happy face
I have vivid dreams, as many pregnant women do. Last night i was reading that it's fairly normal to have life-like dreams related to labour, talking to relatives (even if they are no longer living), imagining the baby and your daily life with him or having something go wrong at birth.

Of course, as i put the light out on my bedside i swam off to baby land and got a glimpse of Liam's face in my mind. He looked a lot like his father and, even now, as the second cup of coffee slides into my brain, i clearly remember his (imaginary) features. He had light blue eyes and a long face. He looked great and happy. Apparently, this is my way of reassuring myself about what -and who- is yet to come.