Today I'm turning one! Can you believe it? Can't chat right now...got to get my cake baked and my invitations e-mailed and my hair done in time for the big party!
Guess my mom won't be needing this book anymore, now that I'm all growed up...I wonder if she'll let me rip it up? Or colour in it - I got to colour with crayons for the first time the other day.
I was pretty proud of myself when I was born - I thought being 4196 grams (9 pounds, 4 ounces) and 56 centimetres made me pretty tough. Not to mention that we walked to the hospital at 30 below! I spent 2 nights keeping my mom awake as I was getting ready to be be born, but I didn't want to spend time hanging around Whitehorse General Hospital. So we arrived at 8:10 in the morning, and in three and a half hours, I was born. Drugs and medical interventions really are overrated, I say. Anyway, as I was saying, after that I thought I was pretty darn tough. But looking back, I can't believe what a scrawny, ugly runt I was then! Now I'm 10kg and 77cm, and quite a bit cuter!
I did get bit a cuter over the next week, but I was still pretty skinny and short!
Anyway, that's enough chatting for now. This gal's got a big day ahead of her!
This is MY dad at -42C in the Yukon. Note that he is NOT about to take off his clothing.
But since I would love to see these cute girls get to spend 6 months on an island in Australia, you should go here to vote for their dad's video. It's pretty darn funny.
Assistem um vídeo muito doido de um rapaz da minha cidade nadando en água muito gelada! Votem nele para que ele possa concorrer para "o melhor emprego do mundo" - morando 6 meses em uma ilha da Australia. Você também pode enviar seu próprio vídeo para concorrer ao prêmio!
There's more of my dancing, walking and falling here.
Can you tell that I will soon be a talented samba and forró dancer? I can't wait until I'm a better dancer than my mom - I think I'll manage that feat before I start school. Here I am dancing with my dad.
In my spare time, I'm learning to play the guitar.
Here I am accompanying Elis Regina on my ukelele (or whatever that thing's called!)
Well, there's your update for today. I've come a long way in the last year, haven't I? (Here I am on Jan 24th, 2008!)
You know, this bilingualism thing is tough. I just turned 11 months old, and people expect me to be bilingual already. Not only that, they complain when I don't say everything twice on my blog! I mean, por favor! I understand myself just fine the first time. For the rest of you, there's a very decent translator here - just enter the website address, and it will translate the entire page. Once in a while, it does spit out some pretty funny translations, though....check out the first paragraph of my original Christmas greeting:
This Christmas was very special for me, since that is the first step in this world without being within the mother of my potbelly. It is my first Christmas, and that Christmas!
All kidding aside (haha....See? I can already make not-funny and not-translatable puns. My Avô Greg would be proud!), I did mean to wish everyone a Merry Christmas in both Portuguese and English, but we only had a couple of hours off the ferry in the middle of nowhere on Christmas Day. (No, we weren't in Alaska - we were in Puerto Chacabuco in southern Chile.) It was lucky we found internet at all! Since my Christmas greeting didn't get uploaded in time, here it is now:
This video is for my Aunt Lizz, who complains that my mom doesn't teach me enough English. Here is the proof that I am learning some...in a mixed-up way. My friend Carla is doing a great job of learning along with me - dog is cachorro in Portuguese, but she and I both practiced the word dog today. If I can understand both "Cadê o doggy?" and "Where's the doggy?" at 11 months, I think I'm going to turn out all right. I also wave when I hear either "bye-bye" or "tchau" as well as blow kisses (well, smack my lips) in response to "beijo" and "kiss" (even though I didn't show it off very well in the video.) I am not totally bilingual, though...I hand objects over on command (when I'm feeling generous) and say "da" when I want something, but haven't yet learned to understand "give it to me" - that's way more complicated. And I call my Dad "Daddy" and not "Papai" - since I was babbling Dadada anyway, my parents thought that they'd teach me that first.
Anyway, chega....that's enough talking and blogging for tonight! Até mais!
Este Natal foi muito especial para mim, já que é o primeiro que passo neste mundo, sem estar dentro da barriguinha da minha mãe. É meu primeiro Natal e, que Natal!!!
Eu já ouvi vários amigos dos meus pais dizendo que eles são loucos...Definitivamente eu digo eles são loucos, mas loucos por aventura. Imagina que depois de atravessar de barco para o Uruguai, de viajar 20 horas dentro de um ônibus, indo de Buenos Aires para a Cordilheira dos Andes, e dando um pulo na ilha de Chiloé...depois de atravessar tantas montanhas e neve, de pegar tanta balsa.... agora eis que passamos este dia dentro de um navio em pleno Oceano Pacífico, na costa sul do Chile.
Ufa, depois de tudo isso, eu digo que ainda não acabou. O barco nos espera e Santiago, lá vamos nós!!!
Mas antes de seguir viagem aproveito para desejar aos nossos amigos muita felicidade. Esses são os meus votos, mas é claro também são os de meu pai e de minha mãe, que estão aqui me ajudando a fazer esta postagem.
It must have been the espresso and the yummy coffee ice cream that my mom ate that did it. For whatever reason, it is after 1 am and I am bouncing off the walls, crawling on the floor, ripping up guidebooks, and yelling happily to no one in particular.
My dad has been asleep for hours. When he stirred, my mom pointedly told him "Your daughter won't sleep." He muttered "Hit her then" and rolled over and went back to sleep.
He won't even remember it in the morning, I bet. Just to show him that he shouldn't say mean things like that, it's going on my blog.
Yes, it's true, and very annoying. It wasn't just me who had the great idea to visit Buenos Aires. If only I'd known that I'd have to compete with Madonna for attention, I might have changed my plans. Or worn more metal and glitter...
Here are some photos of the stops on my Buenos Aires tour. I'll try to write more when I get a chance, and I'll keep posting new photos all month as I travel around Argentina, Uruguay and Chile.
I hear that Madonna's heading to São Paulo next. As long as she doesn't turn up in Whitehorse, I'll let her get away with it...
Anthony is my cousin. He's 9 years old and his birthday present from my parents was a weekend at the beach. It wasn't my birthday, but they let me go along too....
Well, I don't know anything about birthdays yet, but if my first birthday next February 4th is as fun as my mom's 29th birthday, I promise I won't cry or complain.
So 29 isn't supposed to be a big deal...the plan was just to spend the weekend with friends. My silly dad had to work - see the photos of what he was up to at www.conjuntoprestesmaia.blogspot.com - so my mom and I decided to have lunch with Elena and Marisa...
And we spent Sunday with good friends at a cultural event organized by the Cape Verde Association....we had a great time dancing, eating and listening to music from Cape Verde....
By Sunday evening, we were ready to go home and go to bed! But my dad had other plans.....although he didn't let on a thing! He went to visit our neighbour who has been sick recently, and called my mom on the phone to say that they were going to take her to the hospital....so could she please go there quickly to help. Did she suspect a thing? No. It was a pretty good surprise! I wasn't fooled, though.
Luckily our friend Cal has two kids - one just turned 2 (Yasmin, the cute one with the broken arm below), and the other one, Junior, just turned 9. Since my dad hadn't thought of details like candles, it was pretty lucky that my mom really was turning 29.
My only complaint about the birthday party is that all my friends showed up. I like them a lot, but they always look cuter than me in the photos, and that's not allowed!
Well, that's enough birthday news for tonight....A belated thanks to everyone who sent birthday wishes! Muito obrigada a tod@s que desejaram feliz aniversário para minha mãe! I'll just show off these cute teeth before I leave you!
Guess my mom won't be needing this book anymore, now that I'm all growed up...I wonder if she'll let me rip it up? Or colour in it - I got to colour with crayons for the first time the other day.
Anyway, that's enough chatting for now. This gal's got a big day ahead of her!
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