tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-283948582011-11-27T16:25:00.284-08:00My wonderful experiences with my lil angel.binghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05215890091763903258noreply@blogger.comBlogger131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28394858.post-79074247184048591902007-05-14T08:35:00.000-07:002007-05-14T08:50:19.071-07:00

My son likes to give surprises for me. Yesterday, hubby and little angel went to my sister-in-law's house to celebrate Mother's Day. I was not able to attend because I was sick, sneezing everytime and i had teary eyes. They brought the gift for my mother-in-law which I lovingly wrapped by myself.So, while they were away, I read Agatha Chritie's Ten Little Nigger in between sneezes and tears.

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Yesterday night, we had just finished to eat and I was cleaning the kitchen. Little boy came near me and said: 'Mamma, ti voglio tanto bene!' (mama, I love you very much). To my surprised me, he opened his letter and held it with his two hands (immagine: one is reading a letter) and started to read:Le mamme del MondoPer ogni creaturac'è solo una mammache tiene nascostoin fondo al suo cuoreun

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Looking myself in the mirror makes me feel guilty and sometimes I feel like horrible. Since I gave birth, a double chin attached itself on my single chin. It was my fault, I love eating uncontrollably and I was not able to consume what I eat. Horrible. Is what I feel physically. One afternoon, I was lamenting to my hubby how I feel these days and what keeps me feel horrible. Then all of a sudden

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It has been planned and re-schedule our visit to Gardaland for Gabriel's birthday. If my memory serves me right, the original schedule was intended to his 3rd birthday. Sometimes, changes are inevitable.First day. He was very excited. He never asked us to buy him neither toys nor candies which he does everytime he sees 'colorful objects'. He tried every rides and he felt no fear. His smiled from

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Ciao! err... Hello! I'm Gabriel. I'm just trying how 'my' camera works ;) UH-oh.... That's me! I am tired playing and talking at the end of the day. I just need some nap. Just don't disturb me, please.

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Last week we decided to install our new fridge to replace our old one, its longevity is nearly 14 years! I think it's just about time for it to 'rest for good'. On Friday night we were programming how we would spend our Saturday, as usual a tiring day for us. I remind little Gabriel his swimming lesson for him to be psychologically prepared. He said 'Yes, tomorrow I'll go swimming.' There are

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Metiamoci al lavoro! Let's do some work. Don't disturb me, I am too busy to look on the camera I am too busy for this.....At last I am done! Do you like my capolavoro? :)

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On January 2008, we have to register our son to a primary school, the classes start on September. We've been looking around some school that suits to our 'standards'. I'll talk later about our 'standards'. We told our decision to my mother-in-law. We explained to her why we would like to register our son in a school in our town instead of theirs. A night later, my sister-in-law had phoned us at

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During weekdays, my lovey-dovey handsome men pick me up from work before going home. Yesterday, I saw a little plant with its little flowers. I asked my hubby, '..where did you get that plant'. He answered 'Gabriel said it's for you. He asked his nonna (lola) to buy a flower for you because he said you don't have any flower at home'. My heart was filled with joy!! I feel soo proud of Gabriel and

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....mamma non vuoi stare con me..? (mama, don't you like to stay with me?, with his face asking for mercy) It's the favorite phrase of my son every after meal at night.He goes to bed with his favorite toy (lego-made airplane or sports car). He loves to caress my hair, maybe my hair helps him sleep (hehehe). He likes to kiss my cheeks and say 'mamma, ti voglio tanto bene' (mama, i love you very

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Our son Gabriel has been attending a swimming lesson since last September.At the beginning, he spent all the time hugging me. Even if he was wearing his swimming armbands, he never allowed me to leave him only for a second. I thought it would be a problem to teach him how to swim.The second time we attended, it was little better. He enjoyed staying in the water although he never allowed me to

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We went to visit a relative in Varese..My lil son ate plain rice with broth of sinigang na bangus. He likes very much! He doesn't know yet how to eat rice with fish together. He played also with my realative's son named Angelo who's younger than my lil boy.My lil boy and Angelo on the foot of the statue..and that's me at the extreme right! It was taken at Sacromonte. I noticed that my son seems

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He's growing fast...soon he can borrow my tennis shoes ;) He loves to sleep. He sleeps like an angel :) He can sleep 12 hours straight!He's clingy. He's jealous with his father ;)He's sweet ..like meHe's handsome ...like his father -- they usually tell he looks like his father :(

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