The world according to Felicia.

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.

Andra bloggar om: Bangkok, Thailand, luuk krung, thai, thai baby

Monday was holiday here in Thailand. Also for daddy. So we went to the zoo. Because my mom felt sorry for me. She wanted me to see something different for a change. We don’t do so much here in Bangkok. It is not like in Sweden. Going somewhere all the time.

But it is different of course. Sweden was holiday. Thailand is not. Holiday. In Thailand they have to work. Both of them. Mamma and pappa. I can say that now. The first two words. I leared how to say mamma and pappa when we were in Sweden.

In Sweden I also leared to sit up. I mean not sit. I have known how to sit for, for, for like, forever. Ever since I was a baby. I mean I could sit. First I was lying there on the floor as usual, and then, suddenly I was sitting. Don’t ask me how I did it. I don’t know. I was just sitting there. And nobody helped me.

I did it by myself! That is great.

So, when I was sitting there, I though, maybe I should try to move around a little. So I did that. Very slowly. But now I am fast. Too fast for my own good, they say. Mamma and pappa. I move so fast that one minute I am in the livingroom. Next minute I am in the kitchen.

Now I want to walk. Crawling is boring. That is for small people. I am eight months already. Almost a grown up. I need to walk.

But that is much harder than crawling and sitting up. But I can stand. I sit on the floor and then I concentrate. And before you know, I am standing. But, then I am sitting again. I don’t understand how they do it. Standing up. Without holding on to anything. I can’t do that.

But if I have something to hold on to, no problems. I can stand forever. I hold on to my bed, to the sofa, to my parents bed, to some kind of trolley or what I should call it, that they bought for me last week. Maybe I can ask mom or dad to take a photo of it to show you…

I hold on to my chair, to the TV bench, to my dad, to my mom, to… anything. Then I stand up. I like to stand up. It is much better than sitting. Or crawling. Standing is the way to go.

But I guess walking is even better. I will try. I can walk if I hold on to something. Anything of all the holdingthings I just told you about. But I want to walk in the middle of the room. Without holding anything. Soon. I promise. Soon I will walk.

Sorry. I got carried away. Have to tell you about the zoo another day. Time to do something important now. Maybe walk somewhere.

Ok, TRY to walk somewhere.

I forgot. There’s one more thing I can do. Almost. I only did it once. In Sweden. Look!

There’s one more picture. But I can’t show you that. Mom says it is no good to show such a thing… I think it is, but sometimes I have to do as my mother tells me.

Hi everybody,

Sigh, I was so tired for a long journey in Sweden. At first, I would like to say sorry to everybody that it’s was too long that I was disappeared for my site. Well, I had been in Sweden with my parents and my father forget the password to add for this site till now my mother had done for me and I come back again.

I can tell that I like everything there like weather, people, places, ect. Maybe everything there. I don’t like hot weather in Thailand and crazy neighbor

I have heard my parents talking that they would like to move within 10 years. I grow up everyday and they don’t want me to stay home alone in the future. However, they would like me to live in Sweden if I can. But I’m still young and my parents can’t leave work here. They will have no work to do in Sweden.

Sigh, I hope they will have exit in the future about this.

Am I so cute?