domingo, el 28 de octubre de 2012


Buenos tardes mis amigos!!

Just sitting around watching the race, so I thought I would start updating you on the day…and it has been quite a day already.

What a confusing día due to the time change…lol. The PVR time states it is 1151am, which is Vancouver time. The microwave was correct until Bex thought I had not changed the time and she dialed it back another hour.

And of course the bedroom clock was not changed at all as I did not want to wake the lil’guy up last night.

To add more confusion, I had a dry cough last night and that was waking Max up…so off to the spare bedroom and I was awoken when madre came in for some panales.

My turn to take over, but I could not figure out what time it really was, and what time Max had truly woken up because madre had been looking at all the afore mentioned clocks!! Oh it was a gong show!! Ja ja ja

So I think Max woke up at 630am sábado time, which was 530am today time. Yikes. My job was to conduct the AM rutina and try to stretch it out so we could get Max to take his first nap around the normal time, vs an hour earlier due to the time change.

Well, on that front, I was successful. We came home around 10am and the lil’guy (y padre) was pooped and ta-da…a 2 hour nap!! Up at 12 noon and Max (y padre) is back on nap schedule. Yipee.

And what a superstar partner!! I wake up after the nap and who has recorded the race to ensure I did not miss a single lap? Grassy ass madre!!

Ok…what was NOT successful with the AM rutina?

Here is Max antes our walk.


And here he is after our walk.


Doph.

But as you can see, he is no worse for wear.


Passport foto anybody?


A few cuts, bruises and nap head!!

Ok, here is what happened. A great walk to the zocalo. We even stopped to touch the piña.


We get to the kiosko, say hola to the regular crew and then it is time for some prowling around. So off Max went with padre following right behind him…just in case.

We were chatting up some peeps and Max had a little spill, but was a-ok. And then when he used his arms to push himself up, he fell flat on his face.

Ohhhhh the zocalo went quiet when we all saw this happen. But in true Max fashion, there was 30 seconds of red face and tears, and then with the art of distraction (mine and the gang in the zocalo), Max was his happy self.

A little dirty, a little sangre on the nose, but a happy niño.

One of the domingo vendors held him and let him play with the trinkets she sells, and he was even happier. It was nice to see the peeps come to the rescue and this included a few niños, even the vendors 2 year old hijo.

So after the zocalo, we walked home, Max showing off his war wounds to all that would look. We tried to find Lalo as well, as it is his cumpleaños and we wanted to wish him a Happy Birthday.

Now, the joke at the zocalo, if it is one, was that padre was not going to want to go home to show madre the latest golpe on the niño. Doph.

Madre heard us coming and I gave her the heads up and there were 3 flights of stairs for her to prepare herself for the carnage.

She was a little shocked, but handled it like a trooper. Who could have figured that he would have fallen flat on his face while trying to stand up?

And after we talked about it, all was good.


Yikes...our lil’guy.

And that mis amigos, is the day so far. 150pm and the familia is out for a walk and I am settling in for the last 210 laps of the race.

Will finish this up later tonight, after Rib Eye domingo is over!!

saludos


Welcome back!!!

Wow, as many of you know, and we have discovered, becoming a parent can be overwhelming and very humbling.

So you already know about the golpes…how about the “not thinking” padre allowing his hijo to walk on the slippery pool tiles?

Ugh…we were in the pool and madre came down and Max was soooo excited to see her, that I pulled him out of the pool and stood him up on the edge of the pool so he could walk to her and say hola.

My stupid mistake? The one where I go…”what were you thinking?”…is that I put him on the tile vs concrete and what are tiles when wet? Slippery…and down he went…thunk on the back of his noggin.

Now, you gotta give it to the lil’guy…if he survives us, he will be able to survive anything. So he had his 30 seconds of crying, I had about a minute of almost crying, and he was fine. Six hours later and I am still kicking myself in the butt.

So…gotta be a little more protective but not stifling…the lil’guy loves his independence!!

Overwhelming and humbling.

Other then that “incident”, it was a great afternoon. A great race and madre y Max had a great nap.

We will skip talking about pool time again, and move onto la cena. Great steaks and roasted papas…followed by a great PM rutina.

And we are slowly making headway with Max falling asleep on his own!! No more rocking and today when I went in to close the show, he was too tired to chat, but wanted his usual hug…which can last 30 minutes.

Today, after 10 minutes, he stopped babbling and made a concerted effort to roll out of my lap and into bed!! Ah ha…cautiously optimistic that this will continue. Stay tuned.

Last fotos of the day.

I saw this face occur as Max was eating some cantaloupe. I grabbed the camera and managed to get him to repeat the look.



Uh, Houdini...what you up to?


The blue bins are meant to surround the fan as well as stop Max from pulling everything off the bookshelves. The blue crate was to prevent him from crawling over and the cushions were all about preventing him from cracking his noggin if he fell.

So Houdini figures out there is no need to crawl over the crate...just climb into it. Doph.

Mañana…lunes. Bex is looking for some ribbon to hang some globos at the fiesta, I hope to hit the gym and possibly have a short meeting with Roman.

Still need to plug in the MJ and make some calls...stay tuned.

Have a great lunes.

Marco, Bexico y Max

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