Murphy's Law

Why is it that all of my favorite B's baby clothes are exactly the ones that get pooped/drooled on and the not-so-cute ones go on without a stain? #notfair,universe!

Déjà vu

Déjà vu…

Not much like daydreaming but, everytime I close my eyes and try to rest, all these memories from Paris come powerfully rushing through my mind. All these flashbacks from the depths of this vault I call what is left of my mind brain coming out like tidewaves (the tsunami kind), flooding my head with no mercy on my willing to pass out while baby is (still) asleep. Although I really wish I was resting and sleeping in an unconscious blackedout kind of nap, I surrendered for a while and just let it flow.

But…

Why this revisiting? Is it trying to tell me something? I yet struggle to understand.

It’s like I’m there! The smell, the colours, the friends I met, the moments of beaucoup de chance, walking around with no worries on my mind except deciding whether to go to a museum or sit on a bench in some park. Or the amazing feeling of speaking a language that melts on the lips. Everything was so back!

Paris was cathartic. A turning point. Very well welcomed into my life when I needed it. Because, you know, Paris does wonders. Instead of going to the shrink, go to Paris! Surely enough you’ll see your story become a BP / AP: Before Paris / After Paris.

uh?!

Selma, je t'adore my Geniousfreak!

After this visitation, nothing like this blissful feeling that dreams DO come true after all!

Uhmm, so relaxing I think I’ll go back to napping… No… Wait… Yep, baby is up, gotta go…

Love,

Andressa

Chronicles of Baby Narnia

This is it! I’m creating a new blog today!

Its Birthday: 10.11.2011

Since creating have been a part of my life for quite a while now, I figured it would be nice to start sharing our experience as a newborn family-baby-mom.

And here we are.

My name is Andressa and I’m a “newly born” mom, still crawling my way into motherhood. Help?

This is my cry for help way of sharing this baby version of “Chronicles of Narnia” type of world that has chosen us to open its doors to and now just won’t stop unfolding itself. No control over it. No time to sink it in. We’re completely in. Now it’s survival mode. Until, you know, it gets better. In this dimension outside time and space everything is more intense and overwhelming: the sounds, colours, sensations, it’s all so new! It’s like being in heaven, except not, we’re very much on Earth but with a new perspective on everything.

This brand new world of ours is now what I’m hoping to share. And, why not, how did we find this door and why did we decide to pop it open! It’s a pretty nice story, hope you can stick around.

(Special thanks to Theodore the Cat for chewing my Havaianas while I have them on to give moral support. Always a great help!)

Love,

Andressa