Fala Sério!

When you were just a tiny little thing growing in my belly,

I am not sure why, but I was sure you were a girl.

And then you got bigger,

my belly got bigger,

- and I... Well, never mind. CO ME ON, MO M!

When it was almost time, I got a little nervous.

How will the labor be?

Will it hurt?

Will I be able to breast feed? My breasts are small.

Will I be able to bathe her? Will I cry when you cry?

Will I be able to sleep?

Will I be a good mother?

I was sure I would.

I was ready. I prepared myself to it.

I took a bathing course, a breast feeding course,

a shantala massage course, a pregnancy yoga course,

natural birth course.

I would finally understand what the so called unconditional love is.

Actually, I could only think about holding you in my arms,

and smelling you, and, most of all,

looking into your eyes while I breastfed you.

Breast feeding.

Yes, it would be amazing.

Ouch, ouch, baby! Hold on!

Come on, Ângela. Come on.

You say that because it's not your nipple she is biting.

It can't be like that. It's a beautiful thing.

Beautiful my ass.

My nipples are cracked, it hurts and imagine someone biting on it.

- Let's give her the bottle, then. - I can't stop breast feeding.

I don't want to stop breast feeding.

It's important for bonding.

Ideally, on the firsts six months,

the child would only get breast milk and nothing else.

This is what bonds mother and baby together.

And it provides the child with antibodies

so that she'll be a happy child!

Ouch, baby. It hurts...

And she'll be confident for the rest of her life.

People say that babies that don't eat enough sleep well.

But not you, my dear.

You didn't eat and didn't sleep.

Hush little baby Don't say a word

What's going on?

Go! Get the crib ready. She's asleep.

She is asleep.

- What do I do? - Get the crib ready.

Okay.

The truth is: They only sleep when they want.

You cried for ten minutes.

Then 15 minutes more and then you slept.

And you never had any difficulties to sleep again.

Now, it's me who has a hard time.

I wasn't able to sleep through the night anymore.

It was my first time outside after two months indoors.

I was going to get my nails done.

But inside, I'm going to drive really slowly, sweetie.

I felt like I was going on trip to Paris.

The way you are It's so unique

You drive me crazy

The only thing Fábio Jr did wrong was only written songs for daddies.

She is smiling at me, look.

Don't pick her up. She's a bit moody.

But I am great with children.

- She's crying now. - Let me...

I'll pick her up.

Come with your auntie, come!

Let me hold you, you poor thing.

You had my cuticles, Jurema.

- Get back here. - It can wait.

I don't get people who always kiss babies.

Why would you do that?

One single kiss can transmit around 80 million bacteria.

The human being is a storage room of protozoans.

Not to mention those people who have the flu and don't even know it.

No!

I am sorry.

You were on the cash desk.

I am really sorry.

But you handled money, and bills are filthy.

You? You were touching cuticles.

And God knows where yours have been. She is too young.

She didn't get her shots yet. She's crying, it's time for her milk.

She's scared.

This isn't paranoia It's taking care, it's protecting.

It's a matter of hygiene. It's a matter of love.

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, Malu

Happy birthday to you

I just wanted to understand

why the first months take so long.

And suddenly, beyond any explanation, time flies.

Son, listen, wasn't she supposed to be walking by now?

No.

Each kid has their own pace.

I have my own pace.

Don't you have your own pace? That's it then.

We can't force a pace on someone. Especially a kid.

I walked with 1 and a half years.

So what? I loved to be carried around.

Well, that explains a lot.

Hands down, becoming a mother was the best thing that happened to me.

I only forgot about one little thing.

- What about us? - Who?

Let's take some time off. For us.

- Really? - My mother can babysit.

I don't know if I can do this.

Let's take a trip. Just the two of us.

- Miami? - Are you crazy? It's too expensive.

- Fortaleza? - And the money?

- Búzios? - That's an idea.

- Niterói? - Deal!

That night I finally had some quality time with my husband.

I forgot about the baby, about the bottle,

about the diaper

and about the pill.

- Hi. - Hello, grandma.

What a precious little thing.

Doesn't he look just like me?

He has Armando's mouth.

Having a brother is the best thing in the world.

Only the ones who have it can tell.

I was confident that

Maria de Lourdes and Mário Márcio would be best friends.

Hey baby girl, your brother is here. Let's go meet him?

You know what? Stay here. Take your time.

Come, baby girl.

Stay still.

Go play.

Alice!

- Hi, Ludmila Maia. How are you? - I came to talk to Alice.

- Baby. - What?

- Check it out. It's Ludmila Maia. - Again...

- She is bad news. - She is six.

She was born a bad girl.

My parents are making hot dogs. Do you want to come?

- I do. - I wasn't talking to you.

If she can't come, I won't either.

- Yes, you will. - She won't.

She will!

Let's go in.

What's going on here?

Hang on!

She doesn't want to invite me for a hot dog in her house.

Is that right, sweetie? That's mean.

Ludmila Maia, why don't you want to invite Maria de Lourdes

to eat some hot dogs?

- Because I don't want to. - This is not even an answer.

Why don't you break it down for me?

Hey, hold it. She is six.

- She can't break things down. - She's smart,

- she wants to trick us. - Really?

Guys, who wants to have some cotton candy, hot dogs,

popcorn and some ice cream in my house until late at night.

No! Nobody's coming! Stop it!

But you can also come, sweetie.

- Do you want to come with us? - No!

- Of course she doesn't. - That's fine.

Okay then. You were left with two options:

You can either come with us, which will be so much fun,

or go home by yourself and eat hot dogs alone.

What would you rather do, Ludmilla Maia?

I am embarrassed of this day

After all, Ludmila Maia was just a kid

and became such a sweet girl years later.

She wasn't bad news

and neither was I so manipulative like that.

Little did I know I was pregnant again.

The worst thing about having a third child

is to hear the same old jokes.

Wow, Mrs. Ângela, you've been baking a lot.

One more bun in the oven.

This oven works like a charm, Mr. Targino.

Don't you have any TV sets at home?

Not in the bedroom.

Third time is a charm.

One kid is nice, two is company

but three's a crowd!

This one is shutting this factory down, Mr. Francisco.

Mário Márcio, where are your manners?

- Mommy, did you fart? - No, baby. It was Mário Márcio.

No, it wasn't. His farts sound differently.

Come on, baby. It was Mário Márcio.

I am really sorry.

Not at all. I know how pregnant ladies are.

It was Mário Márcio. He ate too much chocolate yesterday.

Please, don't put the blame on the kid.

- Mommy farted - Maria de Lourdes.

It smells like a baby's fart.

It does. You have to reconsider what these babies have been eating.

Mário Márcio, next time, hold it. That's not nice.

And you hold it too, because you leave the elevator

and I stay here with this smell.

That was an unforgettable day.

I would never be able to convince him that I hadn't farted in there.

And for the eternity,

I would be the Fart Lady of the Elevator.

We had two kids at home and a baby in my arms,

so we decided to send Maria de Lourdes to school.

- Hello Ângela. I am Mrs. Angélica. - How are you?