Then, you need to know that as a good mother affectionate, look forward to the weekend to enjoy two full days to spend with the baby.
Superbaby And I never disappoints. A cost of being a bit overflowing.
Let's start with Saturday afternoon after the nap, and snack on the fly via a walk, stopping at the demonstration in defense of the Constitution. We look a bit 'and Superbaby, of course, begins to stir in the stroller as a tarantolato, decided to go down. After a surreal scene (acquaintance who wanted to force me to buy something in the bakery because she says she did not want get off, no, he was hungry!) SB catch and support on the ground. Just hit the pavement, the baby shoots out like a spring and began to run in unspecified directions. Sniff the air, I leave a little 'to do the tomboy with Dr. Ross and I defile. Five minutes later are gone, both of them. We find a second before succumbing to the temptation to turn to the police present at the event. I take Pupetto and decide to make him an extensive tour to wear out the amazing energies. So we start walking to the Cathedral Square, which in short, even for a 18mesenne that walks like Charlie Chaplin is a beautiful piece. Along the way, I can hardly curb the enthusiasm of SB for open space with a kind of cry of war spear running in the streets, trying by all means, more or less subtle, to break away from my hand. Eventually I give in and I hold the hood down, it will not be a good show but it works. So we arrive in San Martino, where SB is delighted contemplation of each cigarette butt dropped on the floor. At this point I have a beautiful thought, let's drag him to see the church, right? All right, you enter. We stopped briefly in front of an Tintoretto and he tries to move the barrier to reach the light switch. And okay, let's move further. But here the ass falls. Why in the cathedral there is a very famous sculpture, the Holy Face, a beautiful wooden crucifix, much venerated at Lucca (there is also the procession). And Superbaby has seen before I could grab it he started running toward the chapel screaming quite happy and is attached to the grating of the door trying to break up to get to snoop up close. After a couple of tugs and lots of laughter ringing of satisfaction at the discovery I have picked up on the fly and I gave myself frowning to flee under the eyes of the caretaker. Um.
Sunday instead we had the fright. After I had finished preparing the porridge, SB girottolava for the kitchen. There had been toward him stay in the garage, where I put it in a short time when I do a lot of different things and I'm afraid to lose sight of it. At that moment, however, had not lost sight of filthy slut, I had just turned a moment to respond to Dr. Ross, who was in the bathroom. But the second half was enough for the baby, with the Herculean strength that characterizes it, is appendesse (I think that this dynamic has been) to Ikea drawers of the cabinet where I keep her things, and if you turn it round him with a loud thud. He ended up sitting on the ground with one leg just below the rim of the cabinet. He did not say or ahi or bai. And above all, has not done anything. Mine has come a cuddly, I immediately got smothered with a scream, I removed the shoe on the fly, I checked his foot and sat beside him upset. I could not move for five minutes, while Dr. Ross, who rushed but since nothing had happened was back in the bathroom, trying to calm the other room. Clearly, SB he started to cry startled by my fear. And I stayed there to sing Guantanamera like an idiot.
PS To complete the stellar weekend we thought Fazio. Gelmini pizza on Sunday night gave me a stranguglione.
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