I am happily growing, like every child, like everybody.
And like everybody I have first times.. actually a big number of them… do you remember you had so many first times?
Mom said: the first time, is the most precious and special, it moves you in ways you never forget. . . .
This evening.. was the first meal of my life!
Mom fed me.
My tableware was very simple: a long and soft spoon, of a very special blue hue; mother said that when I saw it for the first time I started dancing, so she knew I liked it.
My first meal (a “dinner”) was also very simple: mashed apple, only three spoonfuls…
Mom said that I was so good and obedient that she was very moved.
She said that when the blue spoon was in front of me, I immediately grabbed it with both hands, and quickly moved it into my mouth.
But in the moment when the apple sauce entered my mouth, my expression turned very strange; mom understood that it was because it was the first time to eat, and also the apple sauce had a little sour taste, but I still went on eating, and even licking my mouth, and still wanting more.
So she slowly fed me, and this first time to eat took a very long time, but in then end it only amounted to maybe two spoons of mashed apple. Maybe because my stomach is too small 🙂
But I was happy, obedient and not crying.
Oh, I ate! The first meal of my life!
At this point, do you remember one of your own “first times”?
Mother said that when she first fed me a spoon of food into my mouth, she was a bit agitated, looked at me, my smiling face, she said she felt like the taste of happiness: sweet, sweet to the deep bottom of the heart.
She said she was moved again, proud for me and for my coming to life.
Mom loves me!

Daddy told mommy that the baby has something new every day, every day some particular is new and different. He’s so attentive and careful. His love is so fine and detailed. My great and lovely dad!
This morning, daddy pushed me in the pram on the balcony, bathing in the sunshine. He discovered my hair colour is changing, from the original light black to a new blond-brown colour. In the sun, my hair shine, look as they were dyed with golden reflections. Mommy said she’d like my hair colour to become golden, like my father’s. This is one of her wishes.
In the end, what will my hair colour be? Nobody knows, only time will tell 😛

Alila