I’ve always wanted to capture this when Ella started her bath ritual. From going out the stairs at my singing of “vai Ella, vai, vai, vai” to me taking her clothes off, to when she first started pulling her socks off by herself and putting all her clothes in the hamper to opening the drain and picking up all the toys while singing our “clean up time, clean up time, everybody clean up time” song, I’m just sad I didn’t do it earlier.
But today I did capture it. Now that we have Rhys, he will be part of this routine and Ella will continue to say “come Ella, Rhysy” and “não cai, Rhysy.”
Damn! The Super Bowl just slipped through our fingers.
But the food was amazing (we cooked EVERYTHING ourselves to ensure it was what we wanted and Diana made amazing mac and cheese) and company was great.
Paul and Diana really enjoy our kids and took lots of pics with them.
I’ve been playing close attention to how Ella is learning Portuguese and English.
She used to mix quite a bit, but in the past few months, whenever she talks to me, it’s mostly in Portuguese. When she uses an English word while we talk, I repeat her sentence using the Portuguese word and she quickly picks up. She uses the Portuguese word in the next sentence. She also only talks to Rhys in Portuguese.
I’ve been wondering if she’s figured out that these are two different languages and last week, I’ve realized that she has.
She said “mamãe, eu quero água.” Since I was busy with something else, I told her to ask dad. She turns to Diesel and says “daddy, I want water.”
Rhys really likes to go into the bathrooms. All three of them, the master, where he goes in the shower (many times after Tim takes a shower which makes him completely wet), the second upstairs bathroom, where he tries to go into the tub (he loves his bath) and has managed to land head in first a few times, and the downstairs bathroom, where he likes standing up by the bathtub and touching the toilet.
Since we are downstairs a lot, he goes into that bathroom a lot. Ella has been closing the door when he’s in there and he cries. I’ve told her many times not to do that.
The other day I saw Ella closing the bathroom door while Rhys was inside. She then walks up to me and with the most innocent face asks me: “mommy, where is Rhysy?”
My smiley and beautiful baby is 10 months! Almost a year, I can hardly believe it.
Rhys can go up the stairs, clap, dance, play with Ella (and by “play,” I mean crawling with her and taking her toys), he screams like Ella does (“nooo!” and “aaaah!) and now has two too teeth, two bottom teeth and a third one coming in. He has a lot of hair, giggles lots, goes backwards crawling and goes back and forth. He also started walking by holding the play shopping cart and the little cart bobou got him at the garage sale.
He likes pouting his hand in the toilet and when given his doggy lovey, sticks his thumb in his mouth, which is the cutest.
He likes to throw things from his crib, high chair or bathtub and watch them fall on the floor. He slams on his crib when he wakes up and wants to be picked up and on more than one occasion knocked the camera down when (I suspect) trying to grab it.