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&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nu de mult, cineva mi-a spus ca ar fi bine sa actualizez blog-ul. Ii multumesc. Dupa o prima reactie reticenta, mi-am dat seama ca POT gasi timp pentru asta, asa ca blog-ul revine pe lista mea de prioritati. Era si timpul ! &lt;br /&gt;
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Nadina creste si schimbarile mici ori mari sunt la ordinea zilei . &lt;br /&gt;
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Este entuziasta, doar uneori retinuta si circumspecta, vorbareata, cu un spirit de observatie absolut fantastic, receptiva si da raspunsuri din ce in ce mai colorate. "Glumeti! Mai potolete-te!" spune ea&amp;nbsp; in gluma, cand ceva o amuza mai mult decat parca si-ar dori sa se vada. "Mami, eti de patea mea!", mi-a spus azi, cand ne luptam cu o armata de "animale de cada" . De cand a inceput gradinita, in septembrie, este mai mereu racita (spre disperarea noastra, desigur). Suntem asigurati ca numai asa isi poate cladi imunitatea. Speram sa fie asa si ii dam inainte cu gradi,&amp;nbsp;unde cele doua educatoare - Geta si Anamaria (Deta si Mamalia) ii invata pe cei aproximativ 18 copii (e o grupa mai restransa, slava Domnului!) despre anotimpuri, animale, plante si, spre bucuria Nadinei, ii invata sa coloreze cu acuarele. Pana si aici se vede felul lor de a fi - de ziua nationala, bunicii au cumparat, la solicitarea educatoarei, o lingura de lemn. Am aflat ulterior ca aceasta urma sa fie pictata ca un steag, in rosu, galben si albastru. Toate au fost pictate destul de clar astfel, iar a Nadinei a continut aceste culori, insa imbinate si lasand la vedere si parte din lingura nepictata. Nu imi fac vreo grija - ii plac acuarelele, sa deseneze, si libertatea ei ma incanta. Invat tot mai mult de la ea. Sunt creativa din mai multe puncte de vedere si , intre altele, invat sa fac margele si bratari, cercei , felicitari, scrapbooking - si asta imi da o incredere si o dorinta de a ma descoperi si cladi extraordinara.&amp;nbsp;Am purtat primii cercei si prima bratara facute de mine, pentru mine. M-am simtit fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;
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Impreuna cu Nadina, am facut decoratiuni de pom din fimo rosii, albe, galbene, verzi, albastre, le-am colorat cu glitter si pensula, tot din fimo am facut ursuleti maro cu fulare si manusi albe si ursuleti polari si globulete: a fost minunat. Bradul nostru de Craciun le poarta pe multe din ele. &lt;br /&gt;
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Imi place mult ca la varsta aceasta, Nadina nu face exceptie de la tendinta copiilor de a inventa personaje si de a crea intregi scenete in care le atribuie roluri, cu modulatii de voce. O ascult si zambesc si ma bucur enorm ca acest inger este aici. Personajele ei sunt in genere familii de doi parinti, doi bunici&amp;nbsp;si copil si isi vorbesc cu "tata", "mama", "fiule !" Desenele animate au multe de spus :).&lt;br /&gt;
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Este innebunita dupa Pinocchio (prima ei dragoste, la inceput denumita "Pinco"), Alba-ca-Zapada (Dapa), Cenusareasa (Tuniata - asta e cea mai ingenioasa), mai nou dupa Delitom (Tom si Jerry) si Mr. Bean desen animat ... &lt;br /&gt;
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Este a treia zi de Craciun si este frumos - probabil si de aceea am regasit puterea sa scriu.&lt;br /&gt;
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Voi vorbi aici numai despre cateva din ele, ce pot interesa cititorii, anume schimbarea totala a ritmului si obiceiurilor, datorata faptului ca am reinceput serviciul, pe 15 martie. Toate bune si frumoase, dar logistic asta a afectat toata familia - copilul sta cu parintii mei, la ei, inclusiv noaptea (why???? :-((((((( ), pentru ca trezitul meu cu noaptea in cap (la propriu) sa nu ii afecteze pe copil si parinti, care raman acasa si al caror somn il dorim bun. Eu apar senina (vorba vine) dupa serviciu si petrecem impreuna restul timpului, prinzand noi doua mese (a mea de seara fiind in paralel cu a ei de dupa somnul de frumusete), o plimbare cu joaca si o baie. Ziua a crescut, plimbarea tinde si ea sa se mai lateasca, gandul de baie si lapte momindu-ne in casa acum pe la 8 si un pic (iarna era cam 7 jumate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar Nadina? Ce e nou? E nou mancatul autonom mai frecvent, urcatul si coboratul pasional al scarilor cu lopatica si grebla in mana - accesorii nelipsite, cuvantul "cau" - scaun, folosit si pentru olita (doar e tot un scaunel, nu? doar ca are fundul ... gol, hihi!), indicatul figurilor mamei si tatalui in poza tematica de la capataiul patului bunicii, precum si, in prezenta impricinatilor, la vederea unei siluete de femeie, respectiv de barbat, pe strada. Confuzie partiala sau totala, deci ! Caci cine stie cu ce asociaza fata cuvintele acestea atat de clare pentru noi? De mentionat ca in continuare chiuie de multe ori cand ajung eu acasa, si aude cheia rotindu-se in usa (cheile sunt si ele o pasiune), striga mama si are efuziuni de diverse tipuri, in vreme ce cu tata face gratii si vrea sa il cucereasca. Stand noi amandoua "de vorba" odata, cand bunicii se intorceau acasa, a strigat din dormitor, aratand spre usa, mama! Asa ca, prinzand si eu din zbor ideea (zbang!), i-am raspuns, da, da, au venit... mama!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incearca acum sa imite mai multe cuvinte din cele auzite la noi, prinzand cate o consoana si un grup de vocale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A devenit mai hotarata atunci cand spune nu (la ceva de mancare) sau cand cere ceva, de asemenea nu prea tine cont atunci cand ii indici un lucru ori o interdictie, un proces de negare absolut normal, din cate tocmai am citit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am mai mers in vizite si a fost super, s-a adaptat la atmosfera, a plans pe drumul spre casa cate putin din cauza surescitarii, iar apoi a adormit bustean. Deocamdata adoarme seara in genere pe la 9, 9 jumate , si doarme pana pe la 8, 8 jumate dimineata, Dupa-amiaza repriza de somn este de o ora si ceva, doua. Daca ne lungim cu plimbarea de dimineata, are probleme cu mancatul - din cauza oboselii, e nitel nervoasa si nu prea cadem de acord decat dupa ce doarme din nou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este zambareata, activa la maxim si sociabila - in parc, spune bunica, a stat sa probeze numeroase caciulite crosetate de o doamna mereu prezenta acolo - aceeasi Nadina care nu suporta nimic pe cap, dar care se lumineaza toata cand ii spui ca e frumoasa sau ca ii sta bine cu ceva - Doamne , cat e de sensibila la capitolul asta! Ah si tot ea, nu s-a sfiit, atunci cand a cazut, sa intinda mana pentru ajutor catre un nene aflat in trecere . Noi am inceput sa o invatam sa se ridice si fara sprijin, intru castigarea increderii in fortele proprii. Go, Nadina !!! You rock !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;== VA URMA ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/422039387561183914-947167440631362316?l=pas-cu-pas-copilarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mi-a placut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocazional, face si ea cate un castel mic din cubulete de lemn, ceva de genul, dar bucuria nu-i niciodata asa de mare ca atunci cand le strica pe cele facute de mine, hahaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum bea din ceasca cu pai si mananca mult mai usor bucatele de mancare (pe care inainte le respingea). Ne aduce papucii din hol in camera si incearca sa ii fure pe ai nostri chiar din picior, daca stam picior peste picior. Pana acum nu a reusit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand stam seara acasa din cauza vremii urate sau pentru ca avem musafiri, dansam (daca sunt musafiri, de exemplu Oana, dansam toate 3), fiecare in stilul ei, uneori cheek-to-cheek, la blues-uri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rastoarna sticla mare de 5l cu apa din bucatarie, oriunde ar fi asezata - pe podea, pe scaun ... Cu o punguta din voal pentru bijuterii face curatenie, sterge de praf jucariile si hainele noastre si ale ei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se uita la calendarul cu cei doi de pe biblioteca si proclama repetat, cu voce sagalnica, "mama", "tata". Ne arata pe fiecare cu degetul. Observa toate schimbarile de decor, ce am dezlipit, ce am lipit, si ma indica in noul calendar in care tronam amandoua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datorita ei, jucariile sunt inexplicabil mai tandre si ma mangaie cu ciocul, capul, cu labutele. Au inceput sa ii placa ursuletii si ii strange ca pe o vioara intre cap si trunchi, ii, ma si se alinta cu ei. Nu adoarme inainte sa dea toate jucariile afara din pat. De obicei le tin in preajma, prin patul meu. Miros a noi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa chinul povestit mai demult cu purtatul manusilor, acum nu mai vrea sa plece fara sa le poarte, ne indica imediat ce plecam daca nu le are. O imbracam toti trei, cand suntem acasa, cu mama invata sa se joace cu mingea, culorile, se uita pe cartea cu animale, sa indice gura, nasul, ochii (clipind amandoua sugubat), cu tata a descoperit muzicile autobuzului, hipopotamului de la nasi, cu el a invatat sa inchida si sa deschida lumina, sa isi scoata vesta doar pentru distractie si amandoi alearga pe langa ea cu tot dragul, bucurandu-se de fiecare progres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Centimetrul ne este panglica de dans de jur imprejur. Mingea, prietena buna. Suntem fotbaliste. Incerc sa o invat sa nu lovim oglinda si sa nu ne bagam tare in zona computerului, distragandu-i atentia mereu cu altceva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ii place sa se dea tare in leagan, unde chiuie, impreuna cu ceilalti copii. Nu plecam din parc fara sa vizitam casuta si sa o sui in masinuta, la volan. Cu micul pian dam de pamant, il punem sa cante tot ce stie, tipam in microfon; el rezista cu stoicism, merge foarte bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum ne mai jucam putin, apoi, la 8 si un pic facem baie-lapte-somn. O las sa adoarma stand aproape, in bucatarie, citesc intre timp. Ma dau disparuta-cu-treaba-insa-in-apropiere ca sa adoarma, apoi revin. Bebe e la locul ei, mirosul grozav la fel, eu adaug doar patura peste sacul de dormit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai sunt si probleme: azi noapte si toata ziua, Nadina Dintone s-a chinuit cu doi canini si o maseluta noua, care s-au gasit sa apara toate deodata si au solicitat-o foarte tare! De aici agitatie, insomnie, dureri, deranjament stomacal sever, lipsa de placere fata de mancarea "de regim", mai putin laptele fara lactoza si cerealele speciale Burtica sanatoasa, care-i plac. Dar, vorba ceea, la vremuri noi, tot noi ... cu dinti noi :D !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/422039387561183914-5168517095738882733?l=pas-cu-pas-copilarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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"The sleeping room", or sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In unele seri nu este asa. Chiar si viata unui copilas are parte de indispozitii, dureri de dinti, febra, nas infundat, neliniste prin tulburarea ritualului serii, ori intreruperi ale unui somn ce se vadea linistit, dar noaptea pe la 2-3 se vadeste problematic. In aceste cazuri, ii suntem alaturi intai in echipa de trei adulti si bebelusa (v-am spus ca am parinti minunati? hihi!), apoi ramanem numai noi doua. Cand plange tare, sunt acolo si "fac lucruri". O mangai, ii cant, ii povestesc, ma joc, "o dansez", "o rad" cu ce giumbuslucuri imi sugereaza imaginatia pronto.Apoi tac, sau obosesc, sau amandoua, si astept ecoul tacerii mele. Uneori, in aprox. 1% din cazuri, e ok - insa de cele mai multe ori - no way, nu asa se adoarme! Agitatie &amp;amp; plans reloaded. Plus ca plansul aduce alte probleme , daca plangi, te agiti, ti se face cald, ti se face sete, ti de infunda nasul, nu mai poti respira, te enervezi si plangi mai tare - simplu, cauza &amp;amp; efect. Inlaturam efectele. Cauza reapare, la fel efectele. La un moment dat, cercul se opreste. Cand asta? :) Ce intrebare, intotdeauna in &lt;em&gt;acelasi &lt;/em&gt;moment * ! Cand mos Ene o gadila pe Nadi pe la gene...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toate bune si frumoase, dar nu-s mereu asa simple! Pentru ca sunt atunci singurul adult din zona (pe bunici nu i-as trezi noaptea decat daca ar fi musai si musai), mi se face cateodata ... FRICA! Exact asa, am zis-o acum, uf. Daca se intampla ceva ce nu pot controla? Daca nu aleg cel mai bun mod de a o linisti? Daca mi-a scapat ceva ce ar fi anuntat episodul? Oare ce ar fi bine sa fac in continuare, care sa fie gestul urmator?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si atunci, exact atunci, cand mi-e mai frica, se produce declicul: mi se strecoara in suflet linistea. Nu aia dinaintea episodului, calmul relativ al zilelor in care lucrurile decurg obisnuit - nu! Una profunda, adevarata, iar prostiile dinainte, care capatasera parca trup, se preling pe pereti, fara putere. Si sunt atat de prezenta, vad atat de clar CE fac, ce SA FAC in continuare si fac toate gesturile fara indoieli, cu incredere, si am toata forta din lume, si sunt minunata, radiez, linistesc, am un instinct ajutator bun si flexibilitate sa fac urmatorul pas si simt incontro trebuie sa fie acesta. Starea aceasta a inceput sa apara mai des.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si pentru aceasta, pentru ca se poate sa fie &lt;em&gt;BINE&lt;/em&gt;, fara rezerve, cu curaj si multa incredere, in constiinta momentului prezent, dezbracata de frici, multumesc din tot sufletul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pe principiul - "&lt;em&gt;Un lucru-l găseşti mereu în ultimul loc în care-l cauţi. O dată ce ai găsit ce căutai, nu mai cauţi! Deci şi prin urmare, ai găsit lucrul ăla în ultimul loc în care ai căutat&lt;/em&gt;!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/422039387561183914-2282480192550056792?l=pas-cu-pas-copilarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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