Thank you Helen Keller

26 06 2017

… for being, first of all, an inspiring human being, a fighter, a person who believes in justice and equality… for being Anne Sullivan’s other half… 

Today is International Deafblind Day. Helen Keller was born on June 27th 1880. She was deafblind, struggled through childhood, found Anne Sullivan who believed in her, and developed tactile sign language. But she was much more than a sum of her disabilities: she was a political activist and stood up for women’s rights, she was a writer and a lecturer.
Here’s her story:

 https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Helen_Keller





Dácil wants to walk

26 06 2017

Normally, when we go out, we take along Dácil’s stroller. We drive somewhere by car, we park, we mount the stroller and Dácil goes straight from car seat to stroller. This time was different. She didn’t want to, absolutely refused to sit in the stroller, she wanted to walk. We, Ama, Yone, Dácil and I, were heading for the shops to buy some t-shirts and comfy summer wear, and as she refused to be driven, she walked all the way through the shopping centre, sat a while in the stroller when we were busy choosing and buying, and then walked all the way back to the car. Just laughing her head off during the whole stroll. Yone captured the last bit, arriving back to the car.





Dácil enjoying her brother play

19 05 2017

Waiting for Yone to finish his procession with the band, we watched them pass. Dácil was having a great time too!





Yone plays with Dácil

3 04 2017

I’d like it to happen more often… However, some things can’t be forced and when they happen they are magical…





Dácil loves Indomie

1 04 2017

Just like her mummy. She loves pasta. She loves noodles. She is perfectly capable of eating properly with her fork but the pleasure of filling her whole mouth with lovely noodles wins every time.





A Valentine family afternoon…

14 02 2017

Love, love and love to all!





Dácil & Furby

7 02 2017

Furby died. Last year. He was cuddled to death. Although Dácil would also get angry with him and toss him away, sending him flying through the living room, landing hard… He probably just gave up, exhausted. We didn’t replace him straight away as we were glad to be rid of his continuous furbish jabbering the same sentences constantly: a kind of gringo american spanish accent probably done by some underpaid chinese voice “actor”…

The three kings brought Dácil a new Furby. She hadn’t realized she’d missed him until she unwrapped the new one. Some improvements but mostly the same old gringo sentences and his bipolar disorder.

Dácil is glad Furby’s back. She learned to sign Furby in 10 minutes… (Same category as “sweet” and “ice cream”)