Hello, dear! Now we ... The caesarean section is scheduled for December 10, provided that the mini-puccini unable to escape before.
are increasingly anxious, because I'm still packing his bags for me and the mini, and I have yet to recover and contraptions in the basement laundry for the first several months. You say: embeh? What does it take? Maybe you'd understand the problem better if you saw me walking around the house and do the stairs the agility of an obese penguin with sciatica. For more Puccioni leaves today for Belgium (damn work) and for three days I will be able to help. We have reduced at this point because the renovation of the bathroom have lasted longer than expected and we had a camp about three weeks I Puccioni, Puccini and Pucci in the tavern (read "stock") from the mine. In fact we had to stay only a week away from home (but you know how things go in these cases), so spread: I from my mother, grandmother from Puccioni and Puccino Puccioni, and Pucci boh, we have not thought that poor thing could not stay at home to breathe the dust of cement.
But the exodus has happened a day unpleasant incident had already moved everything needed for the grandmother of the Puccini Puccioni, when we found the baby in hand with Mr. Muscle, as he slammed violently to the ground with the evident intention of opening it and experience the passage to a better life .
The fact is that I say to Grandma months Puccioni that can not keep dangerous substances on the floor within reach of cappuccino, but you know how old people "do not take them ... but I took care of him ... I close the door open ... I do not know, etc etc ". After exhausting daily discussions, the most dangerous are finished bottles in the cellar, but remained detergents for dishes and floors, Vetril, the Vim (open, without cap), insecticide, disinfectant, and countless other bottles and cans from the highly toxic contents. So I
Puccioni and we clearly frightened and we ordered the grandmother to get rid of everything. To which she took offense and told us that his house is what she wants, she cares for him, that he lost sight for a minute, who does not know where to put the stuff, that if we do not trust us we take the babysitter, and things like that.
So we had to take bags and move all of my mom. And here we are in the tavern since I left home went to the dogs, turned into a warehouse damp and unhealthy, crammed with useless objects. Well we can just create the space for the cot the baby and two networks are on the ground (do not tell you what joy co'sta belly). Pucci should remain locked up because of incompatibility with the native character Pupino, so the mold is added to the stench of litter (scattered everywhere) and jelly. Then the Puccini who is ill and vomits, she Pucci for solidarity in the family are all sick, rain and snow, the locusts ... ah, no, no locusts, for those lacking the time, but you can never say. Then for all things taking the stairs, with that out of breath and pains of pregnancy is not little, I assure you, and the constant travel by car to check masons, plumbers, tilers, electricians, carpenters for twenty days. Finally clean geological dust over the whole house and redo the move.
Monday we were finally able to return home, even if it lacks the heater in the bathroom and there is still bleach. In the shower lose a little more 'water, but I guess I keep it so for me despair.
However, there is some good news. First, we survived, the bathroom came the whole very good and the stress of work did not lead to divorce me and Puccioni.
Since we came home and I feel much better account to be able to do (almost) everything you need.
Puccini makes enormous progress in the acquisition of language: "no", "give me", "potato", "banana", "a (l) among" at-ta " (= Water), great (!), "John" (!!!); is recognized in the mirror and understand everything.
Puccioni We have made peace with her grandmother, who could not stand without his "Curin" (little heart). Under the sink were the only dish soap and one for the floor, with a promise to move when there is a baby. In fact I see them still there, but we're working ... For the caesarean
are anxious but basically I know what awaits me, I will not be weakened by days of painful labor, and especially with the mini will now head of mine without me absurd and confused by conflicting claims of various nurses and pediatricians!
I hope to write something else before delivery, otherwise you will receive updates from Puccioni.
Ciaooooo ...
to even 15 months, the poor Puccini is already a victim of child labor. 
Ciaooooo ... 
