Summertime

Whew! It’s been a busy month. I’m going to keep using that as my excuse for why I don’t write more often. I’m starting to eat my words about how I didn’t know how a baby could take so much time. It seems that in some ways they take more time as they get older.

Ale is six months old now, almost seven actually.. time is going too fast! He’s mobile, as in he rolls like crazy, and also does this weird pivoting, quasi-crawling thing. Basically, he can get where he wants to get. We’ve had our first accident; he fell off my bed the morning of his baby dedication at church. I turned my back for a few seconds, and he took full advantage of that time. It was a bit tramatic, but we’ve moved on.



Paolo’s been back with us for almost a month now, and we’re actually back in Italy since Thursday. How was a international flight with a six month old, you ask? Not bad, actually. The preparation, security, etc., was more stressful than the flight itself. He slept a lot, and was overall fairly pleasant on our completely full flight. I slept not at all, and suffered greatly the next day. As soon as we arrived, Paolo had a full day planned of who we would visit, and it included several towns. That night we crashed, and Ale and I slept for about 12 hours. It was magical.

It’s nice to be back here, although I do miss my family. I also was quickly reminded of the air conditioning situation, which I forgot after living in the North Pole (dad keeps the house on 68 always). Going from the North Pole to sticky, sweaty indoor heat is miserable. However, we left Friday for the beach, and will be here most of the summer, so no worries; the weather is better, and there’s air conditioning!!!  Ale is loving being at the beach; it takes all my energy to make sure he doesn’t roll away and get sand in his mouth. He went swimming for the first time yesterday and loved it, although he wasn’t super impressed yet by his float. He seems to be jealous now of how much older people can do, and is a bit frustrated by his skills. Which as I speak, he’s “walking” across the room (holding hands). He’s not terribly interested in sitting, which may be because his head is so heavy to hold up, or may be just because he’s more interested in standing. He moves so much, it’s hard to hold himself up while sitting. He’s too busy, ain’t nobody got time for that.

Now that I’m an “immigrant” again, hopefully I’ll have more writing time, so look for more updates!


Ciao for now,

Kathleen