Everyone else has been changing blog styles, so I HAD to, as well.
I'm a lemming. Let's all go jump off a bridge.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Feeling thoughtful
Because I know you love my insight. Because I know you love my reflective nature. Because I know no one else would blog about this in a million years. Because my baby's asleep and I have a few minutes.
I give to you, drumroll please, my thoughts on Mexican bathrooms.
They usually leave a lot, bold font, italics, to be desired.
The thing I usually desire most is a toilet seat. Why would you have a toilet with no seat? Even if you are going to cover and hover, the seat just needs to be there. This is not a random occurance that I speak of, it's a real common occurance, actually. People move from home to home and bring their seat with them because you can't be sure your new house will have one.
Toilet paper outside the stall. I don't get this one either. One giant roll to share amongst all. I like to think that the goal is to reduce tp-wastefulness. But let's be honest. No one is going to undersestimate their tp needs. You will inevitably take more paper than you could ever possibly use. The savings are lost. Just give each stall a roll, please. If not to save money, do it for the poor new-to-Mexico Gringa who hasn't learned about the one roll and who will at least once enter the stall before realizing she is tp-less.
On the subject of tp...What is up with roll placement? If you are lucky enough to get a roll to yourself, it always ends up being in a weird place. This happens in public and home bathrooms. You have to pivot and turn, or reach and risk falling just to get your squares. I feel like most people end up putting the roll on top of the tank since it's just too much effort to get the tp from its designated space.
Gold, in Mexibathroom world is this, for me:
Clean
Seat
Door
Individual TP
Running water
Soap
Free or less thn 3 pesos.
There you have it, deep thoughts.
I give to you, drumroll please, my thoughts on Mexican bathrooms.
They usually leave a lot, bold font, italics, to be desired.
The thing I usually desire most is a toilet seat. Why would you have a toilet with no seat? Even if you are going to cover and hover, the seat just needs to be there. This is not a random occurance that I speak of, it's a real common occurance, actually. People move from home to home and bring their seat with them because you can't be sure your new house will have one.
Toilet paper outside the stall. I don't get this one either. One giant roll to share amongst all. I like to think that the goal is to reduce tp-wastefulness. But let's be honest. No one is going to undersestimate their tp needs. You will inevitably take more paper than you could ever possibly use. The savings are lost. Just give each stall a roll, please. If not to save money, do it for the poor new-to-Mexico Gringa who hasn't learned about the one roll and who will at least once enter the stall before realizing she is tp-less.
On the subject of tp...What is up with roll placement? If you are lucky enough to get a roll to yourself, it always ends up being in a weird place. This happens in public and home bathrooms. You have to pivot and turn, or reach and risk falling just to get your squares. I feel like most people end up putting the roll on top of the tank since it's just too much effort to get the tp from its designated space.
Gold, in Mexibathroom world is this, for me:
Clean
Seat
Door
Individual TP
Running water
Soap
Free or less thn 3 pesos.
There you have it, deep thoughts.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
AV at 2 months.
She's two and a half months now. These are her two month pictures. I got behind. Sorry.
Things I loved from this month:
-Smiles and sounds. She loves to chat. I love to hear her. We have some awesome convos. Hopefully she'll still like to talk to me when she's fifteen.
-Sleeping more. Getting up only once or twice each night is amazingly easier than three times. I can't wait until it's zero-one times a night, though.
-Growing confidence. I finally feel like I generally know what I'm doing. I have moments where I lose confidence, but mostly I think I've got the hang of things for today.
-Going back to work. Weird, I know. But, it really makes me appreciate and take advantage of the time we have together in the afternoons.
-Drinking alcohol. I missed my occasional beer and sangria while I was pregnant. All you moms know you did, too. It's nice to be able to have a drink again without thinking that a sip is going to cause serious irreperable damage.
-Hats! As if my kid wasn't cute enough to start (shameless bragging and I don't mind), throw a hat on her and her cuteness goes through the roof.
Things I'm looking forward to:
-Laughing. I think she's on the verge. She'll open her mouth real big, but no sound yet. Come on, baby, laugh!
-Washington Summer. Counting down the days until we go to WA. It's been so hot and I can't wait to have a cooler, but still warm, summer visit. I can't wait to get AV splashing in the kiddy pool at Samena.
And here she is! Yes, we are still getting the hang of the whole "sit by the bunny" photo shoot thing.
Things I loved from this month:
-Smiles and sounds. She loves to chat. I love to hear her. We have some awesome convos. Hopefully she'll still like to talk to me when she's fifteen.
-Sleeping more. Getting up only once or twice each night is amazingly easier than three times. I can't wait until it's zero-one times a night, though.
-Growing confidence. I finally feel like I generally know what I'm doing. I have moments where I lose confidence, but mostly I think I've got the hang of things for today.
-Going back to work. Weird, I know. But, it really makes me appreciate and take advantage of the time we have together in the afternoons.
-Drinking alcohol. I missed my occasional beer and sangria while I was pregnant. All you moms know you did, too. It's nice to be able to have a drink again without thinking that a sip is going to cause serious irreperable damage.
-Hats! As if my kid wasn't cute enough to start (shameless bragging and I don't mind), throw a hat on her and her cuteness goes through the roof.
Things I'm looking forward to:
-Laughing. I think she's on the verge. She'll open her mouth real big, but no sound yet. Come on, baby, laugh!
-Washington Summer. Counting down the days until we go to WA. It's been so hot and I can't wait to have a cooler, but still warm, summer visit. I can't wait to get AV splashing in the kiddy pool at Samena.
And here she is! Yes, we are still getting the hang of the whole "sit by the bunny" photo shoot thing.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
On bad luck and brain fog
Mommy brain. It's a real, true and debilitating illness. When you add in some bad luck, sometimes it gets so ridiculous that you go from totally p-o'd to laughing hysterically to sobbing in 2.4 seconds. Since I have no shame and even though something embarasses me, I have no qualms in sharing, here are some of my adventures. These have all occured in the past 6 days:
Last Saturday, I had a good friend's baby shower. I was in charge of games. I got all prepared weeks earlier. I researched. I planned. I got presents. I got excited. I, also, got to the shower with NOTHING I needed for the games. I told another person I had about a million safety pins(which I do) and I would bring them(which I didn't). Smooth move, Exlax. (When's the last time you heard someone use that phrase?)
I went back to work. This means that now I can't just carry a diaper bag. I must go back to carrying a purse. It also means that when I leave the house with AV I must remember to put items from the purse into the diaper bag AND remember to return them to the purse upon return. Back to the baby shower. I needed to be there at 10. I planned to leave the house at 9:30. I left the house and 9:53. Getting out of the house with a mini-me is still not my forte. I decided the most appropriate thing to do would be to bring the purse and the diaper bag. Great idea. Except for the part when I got home and realized I had no keys, no wallet, and no purse.
Upon arrival, I turned off the car. Normal? Yes. Did you know that the air conditioner, if not turned off, causes the car battery to die? Normal? Nope. What's more awesome is when you discover this at 7:30 on Monday morning when you need to leave for work at 7:25.
My friend is visiting from the US. She has two boys, one who is 11 days older than AV. I was supposed to go to her older son's party on Sunday. Didn't get there... We made a plan for her to come over on Monday at 4:00. She did, she waited, she called, she texted. Nothing. Zip. Nada. Where was I? Inside my house, telling my child about how her friend was coming to play. Was my phone working? Nope. When did I figure this out? 5:00. She waited outside my house with a screaming baby for half an hour. She said she was worried, but let's be honest, you know there was a little (or maybe big) part of her that was thinking, "Double-you Tee Eff."
On Tuesday, AV and I went over to another friend's house to see the friend who we missed on Monday. On the way, another friend called (I feel popular, I have three friends, they all called me on one day). She told me she was worried about something and I told her I would call her right back. An hour later, my phone rings. Guess if I had called her back. What an amazing friend am I.
I like to think that I generally have things together. I like lists. I like efficiency. I like being in charge.
Right now, I look in the mirror and roll my eyes at myself and say, "Oh, honestly." It's my mom phrase.
Maybe it will get better, but what if it doesn't? I guess as long as I get out of the house and back to it in one piece and with my child in one piece, I'll call that a success.
Last Saturday, I had a good friend's baby shower. I was in charge of games. I got all prepared weeks earlier. I researched. I planned. I got presents. I got excited. I, also, got to the shower with NOTHING I needed for the games. I told another person I had about a million safety pins(which I do) and I would bring them(which I didn't). Smooth move, Exlax. (When's the last time you heard someone use that phrase?)
I went back to work. This means that now I can't just carry a diaper bag. I must go back to carrying a purse. It also means that when I leave the house with AV I must remember to put items from the purse into the diaper bag AND remember to return them to the purse upon return. Back to the baby shower. I needed to be there at 10. I planned to leave the house at 9:30. I left the house and 9:53. Getting out of the house with a mini-me is still not my forte. I decided the most appropriate thing to do would be to bring the purse and the diaper bag. Great idea. Except for the part when I got home and realized I had no keys, no wallet, and no purse.
Upon arrival, I turned off the car. Normal? Yes. Did you know that the air conditioner, if not turned off, causes the car battery to die? Normal? Nope. What's more awesome is when you discover this at 7:30 on Monday morning when you need to leave for work at 7:25.
My friend is visiting from the US. She has two boys, one who is 11 days older than AV. I was supposed to go to her older son's party on Sunday. Didn't get there... We made a plan for her to come over on Monday at 4:00. She did, she waited, she called, she texted. Nothing. Zip. Nada. Where was I? Inside my house, telling my child about how her friend was coming to play. Was my phone working? Nope. When did I figure this out? 5:00. She waited outside my house with a screaming baby for half an hour. She said she was worried, but let's be honest, you know there was a little (or maybe big) part of her that was thinking, "Double-you Tee Eff."
On Tuesday, AV and I went over to another friend's house to see the friend who we missed on Monday. On the way, another friend called (I feel popular, I have three friends, they all called me on one day). She told me she was worried about something and I told her I would call her right back. An hour later, my phone rings. Guess if I had called her back. What an amazing friend am I.
I like to think that I generally have things together. I like lists. I like efficiency. I like being in charge.
Right now, I look in the mirror and roll my eyes at myself and say, "Oh, honestly." It's my mom phrase.
Maybe it will get better, but what if it doesn't? I guess as long as I get out of the house and back to it in one piece and with my child in one piece, I'll call that a success.
Friday, June 4, 2010
Cheese and Sap...
...Things found in a house in a forest?
Nope. It's the general sentiment of this post.
This week I went (came since I'm here now) back to work.
AV is fine. She is such a good girl. She sleeps and eats and melts her abuelo's hearts for the morning. Then she spends the afternoon in my arms. Not so much because she wants to, but because I don't want to let her go.
There's nothing like being mom to make you feel like the most important person in the entire world. Obama, Benedict 16, Lightning McQueen, and Lady Gaga have nothing on me. They can be plastered all over magazines, newspapers and the internet. But, they can't make my baby smile. They can't make her fall asleep instantly. They can't make her stop crying. They don't know what each cry means and the different ways to make them go away.
I knew I wanted to be a mom. I didn't know how amazing it would be.
I have days (usually nights) where I pray that she will just go to sleep and stay asleep for a while. I have afternoons where I think, "Oh my goodness, wasn't it 4:30 an hour ago. What am I possibly going to do with this child for another 4 hours before bath and bedtime?"
Every moment I'm at work, I'm wondering what she's doing. I can't wait to get home every afternoon.
My kid is just that awesome.
Being a mom really is just that amazing (minus the 1st month when you have no idea what you're doing and everything makes you sob).
If you're considering procreating, I highly recommend it.
Nope. It's the general sentiment of this post.
This week I went (came since I'm here now) back to work.
AV is fine. She is such a good girl. She sleeps and eats and melts her abuelo's hearts for the morning. Then she spends the afternoon in my arms. Not so much because she wants to, but because I don't want to let her go.
There's nothing like being mom to make you feel like the most important person in the entire world. Obama, Benedict 16, Lightning McQueen, and Lady Gaga have nothing on me. They can be plastered all over magazines, newspapers and the internet. But, they can't make my baby smile. They can't make her fall asleep instantly. They can't make her stop crying. They don't know what each cry means and the different ways to make them go away.
I knew I wanted to be a mom. I didn't know how amazing it would be.
I have days (usually nights) where I pray that she will just go to sleep and stay asleep for a while. I have afternoons where I think, "Oh my goodness, wasn't it 4:30 an hour ago. What am I possibly going to do with this child for another 4 hours before bath and bedtime?"
Every moment I'm at work, I'm wondering what she's doing. I can't wait to get home every afternoon.
My kid is just that awesome.
Being a mom really is just that amazing (minus the 1st month when you have no idea what you're doing and everything makes you sob).
If you're considering procreating, I highly recommend it.
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