My baby boy is 1. Let me repeat this : My baby boy V. is 1-year-old! No, I still don’t believe it. That means that I’ve been a mum for a year too. Wow! That also sounds unbelievable. And yes, my baby calls me mummy but only occasionally. He’s too busy running around the house chasing the cat. Poor cat! He spends a lot of time high up on the cupboards out of our baby’s reach.
V. is a strong, big boy. He’s 78 cm tall and weighs exactly 10 kg. He still loves to be carried around which is sometimes quite painful for my ageing back. He likes to cuddle a lot! V. is such a cheerful boy. Very determined and very persistent too. Prefers to play with things that aren’t baby toys. He walks. He carries things. He pushes furniture. He climbs the sofa. He makes all sorts of loud noises but he doesn’t talk (he just says mama). He’s got 7 teeth now and likes to chew on all sorts of forbidden things. He smiles when you say sternly NO, and just continues to do whatever he isn’t allowed to do until you move him. He’s fearless. He rarely cries. He doesn’t like changing diapers or getting undressed for bed. He eats a lot of different foods but I still nurse him. He loves spending time with his grandparents. He enjoys being out. He is a proper water baby, in the bathtub and in the sea. He likes playing with the ball. He has travelled. He’s been to Italy several times. He discovered San Marino. He’s visited a lot of towns in Croatia.
October was a busy month. I slowly got used to going to work again after being at home during the pregnancy and during the maternity leave. I’ve also had another work trip to Italy which made me both anxious and happy. Since we couldn’t really go to Germany for Oktoberfest we found the next best thing and had a very delicious Oktoberfest meal at the newly opened German gastro pub in our area. What else? We’ve finally done professional photo shooting with our baby boy V. He was a bit afraid of the big flashing camera and held onto his toy dog as if his life depended on it. Poor thing! He was very serious too throughout the whole photo session and only managed to relax and smile for the camera in a few photos. Still, the photos are really beautiful and a great memory. Baby V. will be 1 year old in a couple of days. I can’t believe it!!!! He’s walking on his own at home for some time already. 🙂 We’ve also bought his first proper shoes. Very cute and very expensive! He’s also been to the dentist’s for the first time. He’s got six teeth. He didn’t cry at all. He’s such a brave boy. He’s never cried in new and unfamiliar situations or with strangers. I’m planning to write a new baby update post but I don’t know when I’ll actually write it.
What else happened in October? Well, my husband went to Germany for Spiel 18′ (International Game Fair) in Essen to pitch his new board game (it’s actually a card game). He’s a huge board games fan and we’ve got a massive board games collection at home. He’s invented a few games and finally decided to try and sell one of his games to the publishers.
My husband and I had a family obligation in Trieste so we used our limited free time for a quick visit to Miramare Castle with our baby boy. Miramare Castle is situated in the Gulf of Trieste just a short drive from Trieste’s city center along the coast. It was a hot day in June and all the beaches on the way to the castle were jam-packed. Luckily, we managed to find a free parking spot just outside the castle grounds gate.
Once you enter the castle grounds anchoring, swimming or any other beach activity is prohibited because you’re in the area of the Miramare Marine Nature Reserve. We put our baby in the stroller and walked slowly to the castle. We passed by the WWF-managed visitor center of the first Italian marine park housed in the Old Stables of the castle. Then we walked slightly uphill through the park to the castle. Our walk rewarded us with gorgeous views of Miramare Castle perched on the rocks above the Adriatic Sea.
Miramare Castle (Castello di Miramare) was built in 19th century for Archduke Ferdinand Maximilian of the House of Hapsburg and his wife Charlotte of Belgium. Back then Trieste was a part of Austro-Hungarian Empire. Carl Junker designed Miramare Castle and its beautiful park following strict wishes of Archduke Ferdinand. Unfortunately, the Archduke didn’t get to enjoy his castle for too long because he was declared the Emperor of Mexico in 1864. Not long after, Ferdinand Maximilian (or Maximilian I as he was known in Mexico) was assassinated and his wife Charlotte suffered a major nervous breakdown. However, Miramare Castle continued to be visited by many members of Hapsburg family. For instance, Emperor Franz Joseph and his wife Elizabeth (Sissy) stayed in Miramare Castle during their official visit to Trieste.
This is Church of St.Donatus and the belltower of Zadar cathedral in Zadar, Croatia
September. For me the real beginning of a year is the start of a school year, not the festive celebrations of January 1. And as usually, this September was yet again another new beginning for me. I’ve joined yoga classes. Painful is the word I’d use to describe everything I do during a yoga class but that’s because I’ve got a rubbish back. Unfortunately, no matter how cute babies are, it’s not easy to lift and carry a baby all the time. My boy is big and restless so holding him is like trying to close a can of wriggly worms. And no, I can’t relax and meditate at the end of my yoga class because all I can think when my yoga instructor says feel the love is pain. But that’s okay. I know yoga does me good.
I’ve started to work after maternity leave too (actually 2 moths earlier, you can take one year off here). It’s just two days in a week but it’s more than enough for me right now. I have no idea how other mothers work every day and take care of their children and cook and blog and do million other things. I guess I’ll learn. I’ve recently been to Italy because of my other job. That was the first time that I’ve been away from my baby boy. He survived. He had a lot of fun with his dad and his grandparents. He didn’t seem to have missed me at all. On the other hand, I worried too much and I didn’t sleep through the night as I’d hoped. I can’t believe my boy will be 1-year-old soon. He’s already taken a few steps on his own. He’ll be walking quite soon.
Recently I’ve received an e-mail that put a smile on my face. Why? Because I got invited to an afternoon tea to one of the most luxurious London hotels. A free afternoon tea in exchange for my review here on the blog sounds fantastic, don’t you think so? But there’s a slight problem. The kind lady who sent me this invitation didn’t realize that I don’t actually live in London. Although, if you check my about page you won’t get confused about my location but I do admit that my blog name might be slightly misleading.
However, I chose The Red Phone Box travels as the name for my travel blog simply because I’m crazy about London and because I’ve visited it many times. My loyal readers and blog friends know all these too well but I guess that someone who just stumbled upon my blog might think that I live in London when they see so many London posts. Unfortunately, I don’t live in London. I live in Croatia. I did live briefly in England a long time ago (but not in London). My obsession with London (and to be quite honest with all things British) is something that I developed through books and movies from my childhood (you see, watching telly is harmful for young children 😉 ). I was in love with London even before my first visit in 2006.