Buenos noches!!
Knock on madera…it is 745pm and we have
made it through this crazy día.
Max was up at 530am again…the good news
being that he was asleep at 730pm and only wok up a few times during that 10
hour stretch.
But being up early and having an early
siesta, and a shorter one at that, could have led to some post cena issues, but
Max was a trooper.
He was pooped during dinner and tina
time, but caught his 3rd or 4th wind during post tina
time. After some reading and then crazy bouncing, I left madre to her magic and
after 20 minutes, Max was lights out (passed out?) in his cuna.
Another easy shift for The Whisperer.
Our día? Madre had Max and at 615am I
heard an alarm clock (huh? In Mexico?) and that meant it was time for me to get
up and head to the hospital and get in line for Max’s vacunas.
Madre y Max would meet me at 8am, but
the line up starts before 7am and then at around 730am, the enfermera, nurse,
hands out numbers.
Then usually, at 8am, the vacunas start
happening.
So today at 645am, I am in my seat outside the
consultorio, and I am first in line. Some peeps come strolling in and
we all say hola and talk about how temprano, early, it is.
At 730am, out pops the nurse and a mini
stampede occurs. Normally everyone plays fair and knows what order we all
arrived in. Today, some senora decides to butt in front of me, and even gives
me a timida look when she does it.
I could have protested, but decided to
help strengthen Mexican-Canadian relations by accepting the 2nd
number handed out…which was #22. Don’t ask me why the 2nd number is 22.
Back to our seats to wait and I witness
a 4 year old screaming at the top of his lungs. He does not want to go into an oficina and finally his padre grabs him, picks him up and off they went.
The door closed behind them, you heard
more screaming and then silence. Five minutes later they came out and all was
well. A little dramatic, mi pequeno amigo?
Compare that to our hijo and his 10
seconds of crying…muy fuerte our lil’man!!
Any who…the nurse starts early….oh oh.
The familia is not expected until 8am. Doph.
#21 gets called in and I give her the
evil ojo. And at 755am, our number is called. I call out #23 and we swap
numbers and she is muy feliz, happy.
And of course one minute later, the
familia rolls up on the bici. Ja ja ja
I show Bex the #23 and she almost has a
heart attack thinking we had 4 hours to wait. Oh padre…mal chiste!!
As we got settled in for the wait, 3
hombres set up an easel and conducted an information session on AA, Alcohólicos
Anónimos, right there in the waiting room.
Now I do not know the numbers, but I
figure with the cheap beer y booze, alcohol is an issue for many Mexicanos. I
do know within and 5 minute walk of our casa, I can find at least 4 buildings
that house daily AA meetings.
Only 15 minutes of waiting, or chasing
Max as we like to call it, and then we were up.
We have had this nurse a few times and
today she finally broke down and was more then just business like. Nice to chat
with her and she asked more about us y Max.
A quick needle, very few tears, and we
were off.
We have one more vacuna in a month and
then we are good to go until Max’s 4th birthday!!
Madre was pooooooped and headed home on
the bici, while the boys headed to Che.
No scores at the Che and then off to
Isssste where we scored on panales and found a gatito…that Max fell in love
with.
Off to say hola to Tony and inquire
about the estancia infantile his sister in law works at. He will get back to
us, but was humored by the fact that we want one that is big enough for Max to
prowl in, one that will let us hang out with him and one that understands we
will only be bring Max there one or two times a week…for an hour or so.
Crazy Canadiense!!
Then it was home time and leche time.
Madre had not really gone to sleep, but was more in a slumber mode in Max’s
room…waiting patiently to give the lil’man his milk.
So she took the siesta con Max and
padre put away groceries, ran some errands and puttered around.
A little worried about the 1130am wake
up, as normally Max is asleep from 11am’ish until 1pm’ish, but we have already
covered that.
Me? Off to el gimnasio, a stroll
through town so I could catch up with mi amigo Daniel, and then some sol time
at the alberca.
Madre y Max hit up playa Santa Cruz
where Max LOVED the olas and his version of body surfing.
We all arrived home at the same time
and after some leche, they went for a prowl and after my sol time, it was PM
rutina prep as well as getting la cena ready.
Dinner, tina time, book time, bounce
time and bedtime…and you are all caught up.
Fotos
Not a peeping Max...he was checking out the pipes.
Uh no padre, I was peeping!!
This expression means "I am not going THAT way padre".
And he meant it.
But he did stop to see if I was following.
Making amigos by picking some flowers. Oh Max.
Hmmmm...zapatería...shoe store.
Adios padre.
Welcome to the world of Max's prowls. Peeps here are used to seeing the lil'man come in, take a look and then either wave adios, blow them a besito, or both. And most of the peeps in these tiendas, are happy to see him.
Nothing caught his eye in the shoe store.
But next door? Pelotas!!
Hola, mi nombre es Max...and I am goofy...and cute!!
You tell me what he has spotted driving by.
If you said autobus, you would have been correct.
We were thirsty after all that walking in the hot heat, (33,0 grados on 70% humido...about 45,0 grados) so Max pulled in for a beverage. Oh it was a big beverage!!
And after a few sips, Max got loopy and started playing the invisible piano.
And then the suds really started to have an affect on the lil'man.
It isn't a party until the table cloth is over you head!!
On the walk to el gimnasio, I spotted this camioneta for sale. Did you know that Mexico used the dollar sign before the United States did?
Probably get a good deal...it might need brake work.
Interesting flowers on this blooming arbol.
Misc
When I sent off my pasaporte
application, I purchased a return waybill and today I decided to enter that
tracking number in the DHL website, just to see if maybe my pasaporte was on
the way.
Ta-da!! Looks like my package was
picked up today and that means I might have a pasaporte in my hands by jueves!!
Stay tuned.
Mañana? Sleep in? Ja ja ja
Hopefully our normal’ish rutinas and
then I have the ride out to Mojon con Rick.
Jueves? Off to INM to see if Max’s new
FM3 is ready to go!!
A little too big for a sink bath after lunch?
Have a great miercoles, and tonight, good luck to the Canucks. Yikes.
Marco, Bexico y Max
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