tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31554817777514551412024-03-06T02:53:50.260-05:00Nuove Avventure di Due FratelliniA bilingual tale of the adventures of two little brothers and their unprepared parents.Eleonorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15247808393132338291noreply@blogger.comBlogger186125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155481777751455141.post-7414263359052943412012-07-17T14:18:00.000-04:002012-07-17T14:18:22.578-04:00We have moved :)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The adventures continue at <a href="http://ourtravellingzoo.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Our Travelling Zoo </a>. If you are one of my three regular readers, please don't forget to change your bookmark. <br />
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Almeno per rispetto verso la nonna, lo scrivo anche in italiano:<br />
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Le avventure continuano al <a href="http://ourtravellingzoo.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">nuovo blog</a>, che e' per il momento intitolato <a href="http://ourtravellingzoo.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">"Our Travelling Zoo"</a> o <a href="http://ourtravellingzoo.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">"Il Nostro Zoo Viaggiante"</a>. Quando poi ritrovo la concentrazione magari riesco a farmi venire in mente un titolo migliore. <br />
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Since the "fratellini" are no longer just two, it seems right to celebrate Lila's birth by moving to a more suitable address. So add <a href="http://ourtravellingzoo.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Our Travelling Zoo</a> to your bookmarks (please..?) and read about the new adventures of due fratellini + una sorellina :)<br />
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By the way, it has just occurred to me to check whether the correct spelling is with one or two l's. It turns out that "travelling" is the British English spelling, but I have already picked the address of the blog, so we are stuck with it. Sorry, Americans. </div>Eleonorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15247808393132338291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155481777751455141.post-8350949024002709392012-05-30T08:29:00.000-04:002012-05-30T08:29:21.334-04:00Introducing...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="color: purple; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Viola "Lila" Rosalind Ashok</span></div><br />
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</div>Eleonorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15247808393132338291noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155481777751455141.post-1923235023024110952012-05-28T21:55:00.000-04:002012-05-28T21:55:59.974-04:00Dinner and a movieOn Sunday night we went on a date with Appu. We took him to our currently favorite restaurant here in Calicut for a speedy dinner - while his little sister napped under achamma's careful watch. Rohan opted to stay home to watch his favorite Thomas movie instead and for once we thought, why not, if everyone is happy. <br />
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So it was just the three of us and it really is nice to spend a little time one on one with our big boy - he is already five years old!! When the waiter poured water in his glass he said "Thank you" and I told him "That was very polite, Appu, good job!". His comment was "I've never been polite in a restaurant before". So now he can tick that off his list :)<br />
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This is us in front of the steaming hot tagliatelle with cheesy pesto. Too bad I don't have a snap of the french soup in a bread bowl, I really must go back to document that, as soon as possible.Eleonorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15247808393132338291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155481777751455141.post-11848076109013792802012-05-28T05:22:00.001-04:002012-05-28T05:26:03.563-04:00Almost officialViola Rosalind Ashok <br />
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Lila Rosalind Ashok<br />
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But we would probably call her Lila at home either way. Any strong objections before we go to apply for the birth certificate?Eleonorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15247808393132338291noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155481777751455141.post-9266284840893160972012-05-27T02:30:00.000-04:002012-05-27T02:30:15.194-04:00So, namesIt's a rapidly changing market, but these are today's favorites:<br />
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Lila (pronounced the straightforward way, not Laila)<br />
Sofia<br />
Viola<br />
Olivia<br />
Nicole (we like the nickname Nikki, and we know two great girls with this name)<br />
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Combinations of the above for first and middle name?<br />
As was pointed out by my mother, Lila could be used as a nickname for Viola (and we think maybe for Olivia too), so get two for the price of one? Or not?Eleonorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15247808393132338291noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155481777751455141.post-63394597036945863552012-05-25T23:44:00.000-04:002012-05-25T23:44:42.683-04:00Welcome!Picu was born on May 21, around 9 PM. Don't worry, we'll think of another name soon...<br />
Oh, and it's a girl.<br />
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More details soon.Eleonorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15247808393132338291noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155481777751455141.post-62200331047359515982012-04-18T01:07:00.000-04:002012-04-18T01:07:13.616-04:00While we waitWe have done a lot to prepare the children for the idea of having a new sibling popping out at some point. <br />
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We told them right away when we found out about the pregnancy, we have read books and talked about what the baby was like at various points in time. There is a character in the "Little Bear" cartoons that is called No-Feet, because he is a snake. In the first few weeks Rajiv and Rohan had a lot of fun referring to the baby as No-Feet, because we had read that the arms and legs form later... <br />
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Then we all chose a name for the baby. Temporary, let me reassure you. It was decided for some reason lost in the fog of time that we should call him Picu. We don't know that it is a boy, but let me say "he" anyway, for now. We talk about Picu all the time and we talk to Picu too, sometimes. <br />
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A few times Rohan has seemed a little disappointed that he will not be the smallest child anymore and he likes to reaffirm, constantly, how small he is. Overall though the kids seem really happy about this new baby. <br />
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Still, sometimes I wonder whether there might be some doubts or fears they have and that they don't feel free to share with us. So a couple of weeks ago I asked directly: "Are you happy that Picu is coming out soon, or are you also a bit worried?"<br />
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Rajiv (convinced) - "I'm happy!"<br />
Rohan (frowning) - "I'm worried. I am worried that Picu is not coming out!"<br />
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I can only sympathize with this feeling. We have talked about this baby for so long that it feel like a permanent feature of our life, to have a baby in mamma's tummy. Probably Rohan thinks he's been had and babies don't really come out of tummies, they just stay there. <br />
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Rajiv too seems to have trouble picturing a mamma with a vacant womb. We sometimes talk all together about whether Picu will be a boy or a girl and Rajiv really wants another baby brother. S would like to see what it is like to have a girl and he tries to convince Rajiv of all the advantages of that outcome. These days, Rajiv's reply is always: "The next one can be a girl, ok?".<br />
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Let me not mention the dad's reaction at this thought, but the point is that both my children are so used to me being pregnant that they think that's what moms do, they grow babies season after season in one continuous endless cycle. How appealing..Eleonorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15247808393132338291noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155481777751455141.post-48948522799082240252011-09-19T02:31:00.000-04:002011-09-19T02:31:56.434-04:00What could possibly prompt me to resurrect the blog after months of silence?Well, it shouldn't be hard to guess :)<br />
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Some of our relatives have already received the news and at first I thought that I would wait to be further along in my pregnancy before spreading the news. After all, I am only 4 weeks pregnant, which means that there is no guarantee at all that this mustard seed sized lump of cells will hang in there for the distance.<br />
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Obviously though I changed my mind about the early announcement. The reason is that I really would like everybody to know that we are very excited and very happy at the idea of having another baby. It was discussed at great length and it was planned. If this time it doesn't work out we will most likely try again.<br />
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All this to say, I know three kids sounds like an excess to many people, but please be happy for us and show it next time you see us :) Just like the other two times...Eleonorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15247808393132338291noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155481777751455141.post-56665189757488872792011-07-11T10:15:00.001-04:002011-07-11T10:52:21.467-04:00Sunday morning: bike and flip flopsYesterday morning Rajiv woke up and, as we have recently agreed to do, went to the next room to wear his daytime clothes before requesting me to get out of bed. This time however, he found an unexpected treasure. Mamma had carelessly left the new flip flops - intended for a later use - buried under a bunch of other stuff, still wrapped up in the package they came in. None of this could stop Appu, of course.<br />
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So I hear: "My flip flops! They were lost! But I found them!". Indeed. I slowly get out of bed and ask Rajiv to please be quiet so that Rohan can sleep a bit more. He is usually quite good at that, but not when there are such exciting news to share.<br />
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Rohan was initially on board with trying out the new footwear, until he realized there was no way to wear them without having something between his toes. He suffered it for a while out of respect for his older brother, but it's just not for him. Anyway, before a knew it - and before I could change into my daytime clothes myself - Rajiv was out of the front door.<br />
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So here is how it happened that we were out on the street before 8 AM on a warm but overcast Sunday morning.<br />
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Not much later, we met our Chinese neighbours who recently moved in. I wish I knew how to write the name of the little boy, so I wouldn't have to call him The Chinese Neighbour. He still only knows very few words in English, but my kids don't care one bit, as long as he shares his dinosaurs with them.Eleonorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15247808393132338291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155481777751455141.post-84435670033063518102011-07-06T12:59:00.000-04:002011-07-06T12:59:24.335-04:00Matisse<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">It's been a while since I last wrote and I have so many things I need to post about - like Rohan's birthday, that just went by! - that I don't know where to start.To get out of this negative loop, let me break the ice by sharing a couple of random pieces of information about my boys:<br />
<ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Rajiv can recognize "The Goldfish" painting if he sees it and knows it is by Matisse. He also knows it is called "The Goldfish". But he always tells me it is a picture of a hat. Can you see why?<br />
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<li>I told Rajiv that I was born in Italy and so was he, whereas Rohan was born in Canada. Since then Rohan keeps saying "me too, meee tooo! I born Italy toooooo!" <br />
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<li>We tried to grow beans in a cup. We got two cups, one for Rohan and one for Rajiv, then we filled them with soil and put some beans inside. Rajiv's beans sprouted and grew really fast, so we transplanted them into a pot outside and they are surviving so far. Rohan's beans never sprouted. For a while I gained time telling him that they were hiding, but secretely I dug them up and they look just like when they were put in there, no change at all. Sigh..<br />
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<li>It's summer. Appu likes to wear big explorer's hats. Rohan tolerates the hat - sometimes - but what he really wants is sunglasses, because the sun hurts his eyes. Appu prefers to wear long sleeve shirts, even when it is so hot that most people would rather not wear anything at all. Rohan doesn't mind wearing shirts of whatever kind (but if they have a firetruck or a frog it is obviously much better), however he really doesn't like wearing pants or underwear or anything that might cover his lower bum. Mamma thought insists on the pants - at least outside.<br />
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BUZZZZZZZZZ! BuZZ! BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!<br />
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Rajiv- There'a bee in the house!!!<br />
Mamma- No, Appu, it's just a big fly.<br />
Rajiv- Oh. It will not sting. It will just bother us.<br />
Mamma- That's right it won't sting us, just bother us a little.<br />
Rajiv- Yes! It will think we are food, but we will say "no", and the fly will say "o-k"..<br />
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Mamma opens the window and pushes the fly out, just in case.Eleonorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15247808393132338291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155481777751455141.post-80109194621399971432011-06-14T11:13:00.000-04:002011-06-14T11:13:04.755-04:00For papa'...... who should be landing in Chennai in a few hours.<br />
(In fact he is the one who took the photo, last week)<br />
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The kids are at daycare today and said their goodbye to papa' when he dropped them off in the morning.<br />
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Here they can see them getting ready for school.The first step is convincing the kids to surrender the balloons left over from the birthday party.<br />
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Next is convincing Rajiv to wear his new blue shoes that fit just right instead of the green ones that are still too loose and make him fall.<br />
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Then, out of the door. But wait... too much light... "I want my sunglasses!" (Too bad, I think we left them at school last week..)<br />
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And now they are almost ready to go. Note the birthday banners still on our fence. Nothing is cleaned up right away at our house, it's a matter of principle. <br />
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"Bye!"<br />
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And just like that, he was gone...<br />
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</div></div>Eleonorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15247808393132338291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155481777751455141.post-90145516856177469012011-06-04T22:29:00.000-04:002011-06-04T22:29:50.163-04:00Sorry, we are busy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I know I haven't posted in a long time, I am sorry about that, but we are really overwhelmed.<br />
Things we are doing right now:<br />
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<ol style="text-align: left;"><li>Organizing a yard sale for TOMORROW to get rid of stuff we won't take with us when we (sigh!) move<br />
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<li>Arranging for someone to rent our house after we (sigh!!) move<br />
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<li>Organizing (can you say 'disorganizing' in English?) Rajiv and Rohan's joint birthday party for NEXT WEEK - and our guests don't know that they will be our guests, yet<br />
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<li>Arranging for packing and shipping of the stuff that we do want to take to India<br />
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<li>While doing all this and deeply covered in too much stuff, still shopping for a few essential children's books that we don't own yet (ok, that's just me: dad is innocent)<br />
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<li>Doing some of the work that we are actually paid to do?<br />
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<li>Planning a week in Paris on our way to India at the end of August. Ehm, this doesn't sound so necessary, does it?<br />
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</ol>Meaningful - so to speak - posts will resume as soon as I don't need two Starbucks Double Shot Vanilla drinks a day to keep going :)<br />
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</div>Eleonorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15247808393132338291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155481777751455141.post-40260138743099237042011-05-30T22:18:00.001-04:002011-05-30T22:19:47.217-04:00Our street is a zoo<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
To continue along the line of my "Our House Is The Center Of The World" narrative - see the previous installment <a href="http://duefratellini.blogspot.com/2011/05/our-window-is-better-than-movie-theater.html">here</a> - let me tell you about the few meters around our front door.<br />
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Now that is spring we spend more time outside, and so do many other fascinating life forms. There are some creepy ones too, but even leaving those alone, there is plenty to see. Like here:<br />
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Let's zoom in a little.<br />
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Aha! A large crowd of ants hanging out on the sidewalk. You'd think that's where they live, but it seems unlikely because if you come back in half an hour they will be gone. Then maybe tomorrow they will appear at the other end of the street.<br />
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Appu and I think it is a fascinating phenomenon, but Rohan at first seemed to disagree. Here you can see him trying to get us to go back inside the house.<br />
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Failing that, he joined us at the ants', taking his yellow bus with him.<br />
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A few minutes later he decided to put his hand and part of his body right on top of the ants and so our attempt to connect with nature ended with me shaking Rohan trying to get as many ants off him as possible. They were literally everywhere.<br />
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Rajiv remained outside a little longer, using tiny sticks to make a series of bridges for the ants. It was quite cute, but a little disappointing for him, because the ants just didn't want to walk on the new bridges.<br />
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I will spare you the details, but there are many other interesting things going on in front of our door. Sometimes there are ducks - or geese - and we get to say goodnight to them - many times in a row. <br />
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We see worms in the garden when we pull the weeds and I know there are often toads in there but I never came across one with the kids. The best we could do was going on a snail safari, a couple of days ago. <br />
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We read a book about snails, where we learned that they prefer to put their heads out when it's getting dark. We also learned that they are slimy, the have only one foot so they are very slow and they have a strong tongue to eat leaves. So one evening after it had rained and after we had gone for a walk with the wagon we decided to go looking for snail.<br />
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There were so many! Rajiv and Rohan remained "safely" in the wagon while we walked to the end of the street and back moving the snails to the side so people wouldn't accidentally step on them. We even saw two tiny baby snails with almost transparent shells. Any we saw many many leaves with wholes on them, a sure sign that our little friends like the local cuisine. <br />
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</div>Eleonorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15247808393132338291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155481777751455141.post-59968974625472305422011-05-29T15:19:00.000-04:002011-05-29T15:19:25.618-04:00Piccolo Rajiv (The Book) - is here..When the movie? :)<br />
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Anyway, <a href="http://duefratellini.blogspot.com/2011/04/piccolo-rajiv-book.html">maybe you recall</a> I had decided to get a hard copy of the now abandoned "Piccolo Rajiv" <a href="http://www.piccolorajiv.blogspot.com">blog</a>. I received the book from <a href="http://blogspot.sharedbook.com/blog2print/googleblogger/index.html">Blog2Print</a> a couple of weeks ago and I am very happy, in spite of some obvious flaws.<br />
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Here are a few snaps.<br />
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Front cover - with the trademark baby feet...<br />
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... and back cover: I thought this image from the Canadian winter would be appropriate.<br />
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A couple of random images of the inside. There are two options while making the book: you can choose to maintain the exact formatting of the pages as they appear on your blog or you can ask the software to rearrange the photos to fill the space better and reduce the number of pages. I chose the latter to save some money and I don't regret it for a second (I am no designer anyway, so it's not like the perfection of my layouts needs to be preserved at all costs) but while sometime the optimized layout is perfectly fine,<br />
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sometimes it is not. <br />
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But who cares, right? My only real complaint is that there have been a couple of instances where the text has ended up hidden by the corner of a picture. I should have spotted that in the pdf preview, so it's my fault, but to be honest I just didn't want to spend the time. After all the whole point of using Blog2Print was that it required zero work on my side, and I tried to remain true to that principle to the very end :) <br />
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</div>Eleonorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15247808393132338291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155481777751455141.post-69945496097548313392011-05-26T13:41:00.000-04:002011-05-26T13:41:10.024-04:00It is, in fact, a horseTre video di "tanto tempo fa". Nel primo Rajiv va a cavallo su una borsa-cesta che era stata in teoria acquistata per contenere i libri presi in prestito dalla biblioteca per i bimbi (14-11-2010). Nel secondo Rajiv e la sua amica Kalena esprimono tutta la loro gioia dopo essersi fatti dipingere la faccia ad una fiera in occasione di Halloween (31-10-2010). Nel terzo Rajiv, piccolissimo!, gioca a nascondersi in una casetta giocattolo nel nostro primo appartamento in India (settembre 2009: Rohan era gia' nato ma aveva pochi mesi e si vede solo per un attimo sdraiato sul aterasso mentre Appu gli corre davanti). Quest'ultimo video e' uno dei preferiti di Rohan, che non si stanca mai di rivederlo.<br />
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Three old videos that I never ended up posting. <br />
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In the first, Rajiv rides his new horse (I had bought that bag/bin to finally contain the tide of the library books, but one should never underestimate the imagination of a child when he feels that the untidiness of his environment is being threatened). This was the middle of November in 2010, just about six months ago.<br />
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In the second video you can see Rajiv and his friend Kalena express all their joy after having had their face painted at a Halloween event. October 31 (obviously) 2010.<br />
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The last video is the oldest, dated September 2009 when Rohan was just a tiny baby - you only get a glimpse of him lying down on a mattress while his brother plays peek-a-boo with and practices his alien language. It's not a great video: bad lighting, bad camera, abrupt ending. It is however, one of Rohan's favorite videos and he never tires of watching "Appu in the house" :)<br />
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We were waiting next to the window to see if we could spot the car. We stayed there for a while and so I decided to take a little video to kill some time. And right away papa' was here!<br />
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Cuddle cuddle..<br />
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..<a href="http://duefratellini.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-is-it.html">open the box</a>..<br />
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..and crash.<br />
So we watch a bit of a movie<br />
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and then we go outside to try the new balance bike (that just means a smaller than usual bike with no pedals and no training wheels).<br />
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It was a bit rainy, as you can see, but one week later the weather has really come around and I am off to spend a little bit of early morning (well, ok, it's 8:30, but still morning) time outside with the kids. See you soon :)Eleonorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15247808393132338291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155481777751455141.post-22414682793176804132011-05-20T10:18:00.000-04:002011-05-20T10:18:51.477-04:00Un anno faUn video dell'anno scorso in India a Ooty, il giorno del terzo compleanno di Rajiv. <br />
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A video from last year, that I never ended up uploading. It was taken on the day of Rajiv's third birthday, so it seems appropriate to post it now. Rajiv and Jayadev are being cool in their new sunglasses and Rohan makes an appearance through the window.<br />
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If you like garbage trucks - we do, especially Rohan - then you can spend all Tuesday morning, and sometimes the afternoon too, waiting for the recycling truck to come, then the regular trash one and the one collecting the yard waste and the truck for the organic waste. In fact you might even consider inviting some friends over and have a party! (No, we haven't done that -yet)<br />
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If this had not been enough, one morning - not Tuesday! - we spotted a garbage truck parked for a full ten minutes in front of our neighbours' house. It turns out the driver needed a quiet place to stop and have breakfast. Did he suspect the eyes of all toddlers on the street where directed on him? I think he saw me pointing at him through the window, but I bet he is used to it. <br />
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Even better, one morning we woke up to the sound of various different kinds of "thump!" and "clang!" and it turned out that we had a small bulldozer and a few other marvelous machines just a few meters away from our house!<br />
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They were changing the pipes directed to the sewer. Well, this time we did have a party. Rajiv waited patiently for his brother to wake up too and found himself a cozy spot to observe the work from inside.<br />
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Meanwhile, I called our friends from down the street who might have missed it. By the time Meaghan arrived to stay with the children there were five children between one and five surrounding the hole in the ground. I went to work and left them all there to have fun. By the time I came back home, Rajiv knew all about black pipes.<br />
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Rohan already knew Appu's school from having dropped him there in the morning several times and picked him up some times too, so he was well prepared for it. In fact it almost seems as if he has been waiting for this opportunity all along :)<br />
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Normally the first day it's easy to leave a child at daycare, because there are children and toys to play with, but then once the child realizes that he is going to be there the whole day without his parents he becomes more tense when he enters the daycare and it takes a little while to adjust. This anyway has been our experience so far after every change of care. But so far, Rohan seems to really like his new school - although admittedly this is only the third day. We were told that he gets a bit sad about an hour before we pick him up, but that's because it's hard to go the whole day without "latte".<br />
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I was a bit worried of how Rajiv might react to having to share his special school, teachers and friends with his brother, especially given all the fuss we are making about this. But Rajiv is not the kind of boy to point out this sort of thing. If it does bother him, he will "misbehave" in some way and it's up to us to understand. So who knows what he thinks now? It did help, I hope, that yesterday Rajiv got to be the center of attention because of his birthday and he got a card from all his friends, so he knows they all still like him :)<br />
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He loves maps. He knows where to find North and South America on a map, where Canada and India are and he can find Australia too. He knows some places are very far away and you need to take two planes to go from India to Canada: the first is a "sleeping" plane and everybody is quiet - this was my stroke of genius, I admit - the next is a "waking" plane, where we have fun (you can imagine how much fun..). He also knows that when here it is night in India it is morning time. Now how many four year old kids can grasp that?!? <br />
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He likes new clothes, as in clothes he hasn't seen before, they don't really have to be new. He likes to choose what pajamas he is going to wear and we now have a pretty large collection for him to mix and match. Some favorites are the very soft one, which is still too big but he can wear it if he doesn't run in it (or he'll trip), the Thomas one, the monster pajamas and his purple ones that say "Little Brothers Are Awesome" - not really for what it says, but because purple is his favorite color.<br />
He used to love his super dog pajamas and the spiderman ones, but now they have become short and it's ok for Rohan to wear them because Appu is growing. He is four!<br />
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He is learning to read all by himself, by which I mean that I don't even try to teach him, but he is the one who asks how to read a word or stops while speaking to see if he can figure out what sounds are in a certain word. He likes to have books read to him too and is now ready for some longer stories, but sometimes what he thinks the book is about would leave you speechless.<br />
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He is not afraid of being in a dark room, but he doesn't like to enter the room if the light is not on. Smart, I say. <br />
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He can get dressed by himself, but he still has some trouble with zippers and buttons and sometimes socks can get tricky, but he always has the tag on the back. He also can help Rohan and he does a remarkably good job, if Rohan lets him. <br />
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He can pee standing up! And he loves to pee outside on the grass, by the way, laughing like a silly appu while I tell him "Careful! Not on the shooooooes!".<br />
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He can climb like a monkey and go fast on his tricycle. <br />
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He likes all sort of music and makes up his own songs too. If I show him a video of some musicians he wants to know their names. He told me that the CD we played last week in the car has the same song (one of Bach's cello suites) that we heard from a video in the computer. He likes to play music but is not a very disciplined student.. :) He has a nice bow hold and likes his cello but we don't practice much - my fault. However, maybe that's why he still likes it, because there is no pressure whatsoever - see? How to turn any parenting shortcomings into great insights.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsH6LEChYGYc1mImiXo_ssPydDoTb2H9e1t_UWHuj69owzKlzq2mfnbwzvKvlN4GzLcETQK00kEZx9kDQNeKpr2ftnvRARrmgo7ax9YDVmsyp7JlWyIIKXbmAKTydqxq8TvdtwMP9F3rA/s1600/appuluggage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsH6LEChYGYc1mImiXo_ssPydDoTb2H9e1t_UWHuj69owzKlzq2mfnbwzvKvlN4GzLcETQK00kEZx9kDQNeKpr2ftnvRARrmgo7ax9YDVmsyp7JlWyIIKXbmAKTydqxq8TvdtwMP9F3rA/s200/appuluggage.jpg" width="150" /></a>You probably already know that he likes trains and the only reason why I didn't make this the first item in my list is that there is going to be a special train post soon. But I like how he plays with his little Thomas trains making up stories as he goes. I also must be the only mom (or not?) who has to sleep with several trains in my bed: the little puppies are allowed to bring two trains or cars each to bed and sometimes we still have yesterday's trains too. <br />
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He can fit inside his new carry-on luggage.<br />
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He can eat without making too big a mess, unless he wants too :) And he can carry a bowl without spilling the content. Sometimes he likes to blow on his own pasta, sometimes he doesn't and he needs mamma's help. He prefers English words and really would like to know how you say "rotini" in English, but apparently mamma is part of a big Italian conspiracy and just won't tell him. <br />
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He likes to do work, like mamma and papa', with paper and pencil. When he grows up - like, now? - he would like to work at mamma's "ufficio".<br />
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I'm sure I left out some really important stuff, but I am also sure that by now you couldn't care less and your eyes are already crossing, so let's just conclude with a picture. Not the best or my favorite, just the most recent mostly in focus photo in my hard drive.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Happy birthday Big Piccolo Rajiv!</span></div><br />
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Papa' has just called from the airport and will be here in an hour. Appu has decided that the best way to wait for him was to take downstairs his own suitcase and his brother's. Maybe in case papa' needs to leave right away? He had a small accident while pulling his suitcase and banged his foot on a piece of furniture. Normally that would require a kiss, but this time he said that maybe papa' can give it to him, when he arrives.Eleonorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15247808393132338291noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155481777751455141.post-30514755627552603702011-05-13T13:46:00.002-04:002011-05-24T13:00:22.864-04:00What is it?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzGZhc-FoCY94deR3l7dY-OtNPAS8rMB_v-mX7q5qWsE8XeVNUTg_NJv2OU1pU5pUxhHrP6G7VQkUfn33Xuk0AuEKsmUF_GFKOjG3-Vbh6T8dChNrpB2_B18GSDcxfKzM_2yShvTiidK4/s1600/box1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzGZhc-FoCY94deR3l7dY-OtNPAS8rMB_v-mX7q5qWsE8XeVNUTg_NJv2OU1pU5pUxhHrP6G7VQkUfn33Xuk0AuEKsmUF_GFKOjG3-Vbh6T8dChNrpB2_B18GSDcxfKzM_2yShvTiidK4/s400/box1.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Well, if you are curious you are not the only one: apparently yesterday when the package arrived the two little monkeys tried to open it with (unsharpened) pencils. <br />
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I can't tell you what it is yet, but I can show you a pictures of the little brothers in their new Thomas pj's. Too bad they just couldn't sit still, this is the best I've got.<br />
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And by the way, papa' is coming tomorrow! We might open the box with him when he arrives, unless he prefers to crash directly on a bed.<br />
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<i>Edited to add: <a href="http://duefratellini.blogspot.com/2011/05/hello-papa.html">..we did both</a> :)</i>Eleonorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15247808393132338291noreply@blogger.com0