Daddy

Julia and I have been in Brazil since the 25th of November. At first, she was amazed with so many exciting people and things and toys and trees. We came alone, and even during the 3 long flights she was totally fine and happy. On the 3rd day, though, she got scared. And she cried all day long, in a tone I hadn't heard before. She was clearly sad and, to my view, missing her dad. Julia and Michael are very close, he is the one who gets her in the cot every morning, reads to her almost every night, and they have lots of loving moments by themselves. But on the 3rd day in Brazil she realised all the exciting changes meant there was no more daddy around. And she also realised that all of a sudden not only mummy was speaking Portuguese with her, but everybody else. I suppose that was strange. On the 4th morning we talked to Michael in the skype, and that's when she said, for the first time clearly and loud, "daddy". And she waved to him. I could never imagine Julia was to speak her first word, in English, during her trip to Brazil.

(I am not considering all the mama-dada-baba. And I wonder if she was already saying daddy before, but not yet understood?... Who knows).