Febuary 17

It has finally warmed up here to where it is supposed to be, upper forties, or about 8°C as we call it now, and I am finally over my nasty cold.  We are going to get out and do something this weekend!  I’m not sure what yet.  Carnivale is going on this weekend, like Mardi Gras, but I don’t know if there is anything we can take Ben to.  I hope we can find a parade or something.  Our other option is to head up north and take a scenic drive near lakes and mountains, and cross into Switzerland and see a castle.

Ben is still very happy at daycare.  He likes it so much, he doesn’t want to sleep!  He sleeps only 45 minutes in the morning and 45 minutes in the afternoon.  Then he immediately falls asleep in the car on the way home, and stays asleep when we carry him in.  He never used to stay asleep getting him in and out of the car.  Last night he slept from 6:30 when we picked him up, until 8:30.  He still seemed tired, so we put him to bed about 20 minutes later, and he only woke up once in the night.  It makes me sad that I hardly get to see him.  And we don’t have half-day Fridays over here like we did in St. Louis.

Ben ate white potatoes and apples this week, and started eating soup at daycare.  It is vegetable soup, with nearly microscopic pieces that today were carrot, pumpkin, potato, and celery, with rice cereal powder and olive oil.  And tonight we found something he likes almost as much as bananas: egg yolk!

Our shower is still leaking.  Just a little puddle that comes out from somewhere underneath every time we use it.  Luckily it’s the shower in the blue bathroom, and we use the orange bathroom.  But, the owner and plumber have been out 6 times now to look at or attempt to fix it.  I have no idea what the problem is, or why they can’t fix it.  It is a brand new shower, so there must be a small part that did not get completely sealed when they installed it.  The most recent time, they had it completely out from the wall.  The most interesting part of it is that they don’t speak any English, and we hardly speak Italian, so it’s tough to communicate.  I'm usually the one that comes home from work to meet them.  I can now understand the Italian words for “needs more silicone”,  “don’t use it for two days”, and “the plumber will come back next week”.