My beginning

I’m new at this so I hope you can forgive me if something is not perfect.

By this I don’t only mean blogging… I mean living. I’m new at living.

I’m very young. Actually, I haven’t even had my first birthday.

So I don’t talk yet. Nor do I walk, nor do I stand up. I’m not even able to sit down properly. Just so that you see how young I am, my latest achievement was being able to hold my head up! And that’s quite something. You should try having a head that weighs almost as much as the rest of the body and being able to control it. Being able to hold it still, only with the strength of the neck muscles! It’s not easy, I can assure you!

My life, up to this moment has not been easy! Actually, I’ve struggled to stay calm and not giving up. Do you think I’m overreacting? Think again!

When I was born I was completely lost. All I knew then was how to live submerse in a warm, safe and quiet liquid. And all of the sudden I had to breath and actually do something to eat. My belly began to hurt horribly. Apparently, my intestines were learning how to work and that hurts a lot!

On the other hand, in complete opposition to what I was used to in the previous 40 weeks or so, I had lots of faces looking at me! Believe me, I was afraid! On top of that, my vision was completely blurred. It was like using glasses in a sauna!

I didn’t know how to react to all these new things. So I cried! When I was not asleep, resting and being as I was in the womb, I did three things and three things only: I drank milk from my mother breasts, I pooped and I cried. That’s it.

And there were those horrible words: infantile colic. And I can’t even talk about it! It was bad!

Then, time went by and it turned out that life out here was not so bad after all. I began to see more clearly and that constant cloud in front of my eyes was gone. I understood that I could smile and people would smile back at me. Moreover, I could clearly recognize mom and dad. I could differentiate their voices, their scents and even their presence when they were around. I saw that I could actually communicate with all those persons that came to look at me. And the best way to communicate was to cry. So when I was hungry, I cried. And when my diapers were wet, I cried too. And when something hurt or when I felt lonely or whatever… I cried. And, alas, my parents began to understand what I wanted! It was great. By that time, I also began to understand what my parents wanted. I understood when they calmed me, or sang; when they said wait a minute, we’re going to change your diaper in a minute; or when mom said I’m coming to feed you… wow! It was possible to find my way in this world!

And so I became this happy baby! I continue to cry sometimes (many times, actually…), and my belly still hurts from time to time and there are dozens of things I discover everyday. Some I like others I don’t. But don’t worry. I’ll keep a record of it all. And I’ll let you know. Just “listen” to my posts…

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Welcome to Limetree Kids!


This is not a common blog. This is our blog. And we are just a bunch of kids trying to get their way around this world.

So this blog is about our life. And our life is fun. We laugh all the time. Most of the times because of things our parents and other grown-ups don’t even understand. Many times we laugh at them, but sometimes we laugh of them.

And we play! Sometimes it seems we just play all the time. And we like it. A lot!

But it’s not always easy. No, we are not talking about the financial crisis (whatever it is, but grown-ups talk about it all the time), or wars, or politics or whatever that has been worrying you, grown-ups. We are still talking about life! We are talking about being woke in the morning and wanting to continue to sleep (and not understanding why our parents don’t allow us to); and at night wanting to continue to play hide and seek when our parents want us to go to bed (do you see a pattern here?); we are talking about wanting to continue to sketch that tree when someone tells us to go to school (or kindergarten, or whatever); we are talking about wanting to go outside and play when parents tell us we can’t, and making us go for a walk when we are watching that great cartoon on TV (and the pattern is still the same); we are talking about wanting to tell our adventures of the day when the grown-ups want to read the newspaper, or hear the news, and then being asked “How was your day? What did you do at school?” when all we want is to continue the video game.

So it seems we are always in counter-cycle with adults! And that’s the reason why we created this blog. So you could hear from us, directly and without translation what we think, feel and have to say.

Hope you like it!