The world according to Felicia.

I can now proudly say that I can walk. I took my first unsupported steps a few days ago.

It is very scary, so I don’t want to walk, but daddy cheat on me. He sit on the floor and say Kom hit (that is swedish for come here). Then he stretch out his arms so I think he will take my hands, but he doesn’t. And then, before I understand what happen, I take three or four steps on my own.

Now I have to practise this. So I can walk longer. It is fun. But as I said, it is also scary.

Another thing I can do now is climbing the stairs. That is not scary at all. I can climb very fast too. I like to climb up the stairs. But only half way. Up to the window.

Because I like to watch the cats who are living on the roof next door.

I’ll see if we can arrange some pictures, or maybe even a video, of me walking. It is hard though. Because as I just told you, I only walk a few steps a time.

Back again. From Central. We got that thing so I don’t slip in the shower. I tried it already. It works.

No more sense. Let’s take it as I come to think of things. Today my weight is 10.1 kilos. Or maybe. I am not sure. Because when you stand on the scales, you have to be standing very still, so the scales have time to measure your weight. I have problems with that. Standing still. Because it looks so funny when the numbers are counting up and down. If I stand still the numbers stops. If I keep moving, the numbers keep moving as well.

Then I laid down on the floor. It was time to measure my length. That was easier. No numbers disturbing. And I like to lie down on the floor and look at the fan. The fan is in the roof. That is in the living room. In my room I have a bee. In the roof. That is even more funny than the fan.

Anyway. I am 75 cm long already. That is tall. I think. At least it is tall enough. Because I can see what’s on the bed or on the sofa. When I was only 58, I could not.

I have two teeth. So now I have to brush them every day. I can do it myself. I have a baby toothbrush. Look!

But my dad or my mom still have to help me. Because sometimes I make mistakes. Like this. They say it isn’t correct this way. I think it works just fine.

Did you see? Not only brushing my teeth. I stand up. I can stand up now. Without holding onto anything. Just like that. All by myself. Sometimes I don’t even need to hold onto something to stand up. I just stand. From sitting. Sometimes I need to hold onto something, like a chair or something, to be able to stand up. But then. Release. Standing. Freestanding.

The first time I was standing without holding anything was in July 26 - 7 months and a lot of days. But we don’t have any pictures of that, I think. At least I can’t find any at the moment. But I promise you, I can. I CAN!

Some other standing photos instead. Where I am holding on.

Holding on to daddy.

Holding on to the stairs.

This stair standing photo is a really hard trick. Don’t try this at home. You see. I am standing up. But about to sit down. Without diapers!! That is very dangerous.

After such a stunt you have to do a prayer.

The next step now is to walk. I have a thing that is reminding my dad of the sort of things old folk have when they forget how to walk.

I haven’t forgot how to walk. I never remembered. But I think I start to understand how it works now. So I think I will start very soon. As for now I hold on to my old folk thing, or dad, or mom, or grandma, or the sofa or something else, when I want to walk.

Now I am tired. I tell you about the crawling another day. I can tell you though, that I started to understand the crawling thing when I was in Sweden. Now I’m to fast for my own good, dad says. I don’t know what he means by that. I only know that I can crawl very fast. Sometimes I crawl so fast my arms can’t keep up with the rest of me. Then I fall. Maybe that is what he means to fast to be good for me?

Ok, one picture of that today.

Good night.

Today I am nine months old. I can do a lot of things. One thing that I am still not good enough at, is updating my blog. So, I thought that today is a good day to make some kind of a Felicia History.

To tell you all, in one post, what have happened to me since I was born on December 02 last year.

We start from the beginning. OK? That makes sense. Whatever that means. I don’t know. But my father says it makes sense to start from the beginning. So we start from the beginning.

Here I am just a few minutes old. Maybe 30. They put me in this fishbowl for some time, before they allowed me to meet my mom and dad. Stupid people wanted to keep me until the next day. My father didn’t want that. So they didn’t.

These pictures are from the hospital. As you can see, there were alot of sleeping happening there. Almost only. And some eating. And some cleaning. But mostly sleeping. I stayed at the hospital for three days. And some more. We went home on December 5. The Kings birthday. The Thai King. Not the Swedish.

Then I came home. And continued with what I did best at that time - sleeping.

A lot of things was going on the first week at home. But I don’t know very much about that. I was mostly sleeping.

But sometimes I woke up. I had to take a bath everyday. Sometimes with my mother, sometimes with my father and sometimes with my mormor. (Mormor is grandmother in Swedish. My mothers mother.) I like water. I actually LOVE water. It is fun. With water.

Now, that I am a big girl, I take real showers. With mom or dad. Everyday. I don’t want to get out of the shower, but finally I have to. Not that I do it voluntarily. They have to lift me out of the shower.

In the beginning of my life I liked to sleep on my mom’s or dad’s chest. That was nice and cozy. Now I want to sleep alone. Or, actually not alone. I like to sleep between my parents, in their bed. But not on my parents any more.

Here’s the whole family, together in bed.

Then came my first christmas. Whatever that is. I don’t know. People came, food was prepared. A tree in the livingroom and some scary red old man sitting under it with something in colorful paper. I don’t know. I left my mom and my dad and all the other people there and went to mormor.

Maybe I understand more next christmas. They say this christmas comes every year… I tell you more about it next time it comes around.

Here I am telling my father what I want to tell all you people. This picture was taken when I was one month old.

That was the first month of my life.

What have happened since then you might ask. Well, I have learned many things. First I leared how to stop using my pacifier. I really didn’t like it anyway.

There are not many pictures of me with that thing in my month, but I found one. Here it is.

Not very adult, is it? I don’t think so, so I don’t use it anymore.

Now I have to go to Central. Have to buy something, I don’t know what,. Dad says it is for the shower so I don’t slip. Good idea dad. I slip alot.

See you. Later today. Promise.

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