During the winter in the States, my niece would always stand by the door or window and say, “Outside.” She wanted us to take her outside like we used to when the weather was nice and warm. I would explain that it was too cold and it became dark earlier than it had during the summer and early fall, and we couldn’t go outside. And she would respond, “Outside.” I’d explain again, and she again would say, “Outside.” I think you can imagine how the next hour would be for us. Well, for the entire time we were in Ischia, Enzo and I were up at the window, saying, “Outside.” We couldn’t go outside either. It was raining, cold, damp – one big mess. But last weekend, the stars aligned and Antonio did not have to work and the sun was shining long enough for us to take a couple of walks. It still wasn’t hot, but lovely enough to finally go “outside.” Join us on our walks outside by clicking on the photo album, “Outside in Ischia.”
Week three also brought a big milestone. Enzo said his first word – papa’. We thought it might be a fluke, but he has said it a million times since. He says it every time he’s crying and annoyed that mamma is trying to change his diaper or clothes. Most of the time, he yells it. Papaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa’! My husband is thrilled, but you can imagine how I feel about it.