Bianca Dancing
Please disregard my awful vocalizing to the music and admire Bianca holding her teething toy and "seemingly" moving herself to the music.
A chronicle of our experience as new parents
Please disregard my awful vocalizing to the music and admire Bianca holding her teething toy and "seemingly" moving herself to the music.
We've done it. We've moved Bianca into her own room. It's the best move for all of us. She can sleep in peace and quiet without her snoring father and his rhythmic once-every-four-minute snort. I can get dressed in the bedroom in the morning instead of in the study. Both Ewa and I can read at night, or furthermore, can spend time in our bedroom with the light on after 8:30pm. Scandalous! Ewa and I had been discussing a timeframe for moving her out and then I came home from grocery shopping yesterday and it was done. Bianca's got the better view, the view of the marina and the bay. She's got the morning sunlight, when there is sun. And I think its generally warmer in her room. And just because we've take so many great pics recently, I'm going to put in a few.


I should really back-date this, but then the 4 people that read the blog might miss it. We went to the Three Kings parade on Eiphany Day here in Ferrol. The parade was 2.5hrs late and I had to box out other people who were trying to Jones our prime viewing spot. Thanks to Beck's great monster of a Christmas gift umbrella I passive-aggressively outmanevuered them. Bianca was awake for the pre-parade caroling, asleep during the drawn out wait, and then wide awake and screaming as the third float passed. Home we went. Shitty parade anyway. Got a few winning shots though. My cousin Adam might refer to my red corduroys as the re-emergence of Euro-fag-nicity, but I likes 'em.
Here are my girls on the Sunday after Bianca's 4-month birtday. Don't they look great? Bianca has moved up to sitting up, albeit at an angle, in her stroller and is really enjoying her increased view. The weather has been very mild, but turned cold and rainy again today, but the girls still get out for their daily constitutionals.
Quite a few iterations up on Youtube, but this one sums up the sitting experiment; lots of enthusiam, but little results.
I'm writing this from the peace and quiet of our apartment at 9:30 on a Sunday morning. I always feel like there is so much I want to write about this whole experience and how our interactions and Bianca's reactions to us change and grow every day, but as any parent knows the free time to let your mind really sink in and construct a half-decent paragraph is hard to come by.