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.
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
