Initiation Rites (updated)

July 28, 2007 at 10:01 pm | Posted in M'ijo | 35 Comments

I don’t think P’ito wants us to use cloth diapers.  Note: if you are not interested in reading more about my son’s digestive system, please don’t read beyond the break!

Onto more pleasant topics.  Today Pepito: climbed all the way up the stairs (15 steps), pulled up in his crib for the first time, and took a couple of little steps holding onto a chair.  Any bets on how long it takes him to go hands-free?

Continue Reading Initiation Rites (updated)…

But it’s for a good cause…

July 26, 2007 at 9:54 pm | Posted in All Consuming, Linky Love | 4 Comments

I have sworn, up, down, and sideways, not to buy any more non-essential baby items.

Bottles are essential. Formula is essential.  Diapers are very very essential.

Adorable baby clothing is not essential, especially not with my mother on the loose.

Why have I sworn this? Because we are now the owners of two houses, in two different cities, g-d help us. But that’s a subject worthy of its own post.  Although while I’m on this subject, I must send a HUGE thank you out to Miss Missed Conceptions, who accompanied Pili & Pepito to the close on house #2, 2.5 hours away, and entertained said boy while Pili signed our lives away. I hear that you are a champion baby wrangler, hon.

But the makers of babyrounds are having a saaaale. And they’re donating every penny they receive for the purchase of said extremely cute pants to my bloggity friend Erin and her husband, to help them afford their adoption after having their pockets sucked dry by IVF.

These are some seriously cute clothes, folks. And yes, I um (look away Pili, look away) might have bought a pair for Pepito.  Hie ye yonder folks, and shop shop shop.

My Son, the Delicate Flower

July 25, 2007 at 11:12 pm | Posted in M'ijo | 17 Comments

My Son, the Delicate Flower

My Son, the Delicate Flower (detail)

Current favorite pastime: blowing baby food raspberries all over mama. I’ve taken to feeding him sans glasses so that they don’t get covered in organic turkey-vegetable dinner.

Today’s terrifying accomplishment:

Stair Climber

Yes, he’s on the stairs. No, I didn’t put him there. Yes, he’s not quite nine months old.

Many topics, one post

July 24, 2007 at 10:09 pm | Posted in Linky Love, M'ijo, Meows | 32 Comments

Does this happen to anyone else? I have Big Serious Bloggable Ideas float through my head when I’m driving or showering or singing the baby to sleep with the same two lullabies whose lyrics I actually know… and then by the time I get to the computer, I am brain dead, and it’s about all I can do to post a few pictures or cute P’ito stories. Things I Really Do Want to Write About Include:

  • How I think having diabetes might help me understand how it feels to be adopted
  • Feeling guilty about how going back to work wasn’t as hard as everyone said it would be
  • How utterly bizarre it is to hear the same two lullabies my parents sang to me coming out of my mouth
  • The sheer physicality of my love for Pepito
  • 23 interesting facts about me (I believe I’ve been tagged for the 8 facts meme twice and the 7 facts meme once)
  • My anxiety about the not-too-far-off move to MUCDTR and how it will impact our relationship and how I deal with it by totally sticking my head in the sand until there is sandpaper in my eardrums
  • Pepito’s first pediatrician visit (he had an ear infection! we had no idea!)

Any requests? I’m more likely to actually write in response to someone else’s prompting than out of the desire to hear myself talk…

On another note: random parenting questions

  • How much water do you put in the bath tub and how do you control a wriggly child in said tub? P’ito loves baths, but hates the little baby tubs. His favorite thing is to bathe with one or both of us, but that’s not always possible. Tonight he climbed off the little baby sling and started crawling around the tub.In the BathThen he managed to get himself into a downward dog position in the tub! I almost had a heart attack.
  • Do you love your stroller? If so, what is it, and why do you love it?
  • What to do about a vague cat pee smell in the baby’s room? I can’t exactly find the source and I don’t know which cat is at fault – he’s tormenting all of them. And is there anything we can do to help the cats and the baby learn to love one another?
  • In Pursuit

Some P’ito milestones from the past week: Stands with a parent helping him! Sits on his knees – is almost pulling up to standing… and I came home from work today to discover that he has become downward dog baby! There are more pictures on flickr.

And some thank you notes…

Jen, Cait & Natalie sent us a fuzzibunz diaper and a hemp insert

Diaper from Jen & Cait!

Thank you for inducting us into the cult helping us understand the confusing world of cloth.

And the Family O sent an adorable outfit (onesie? what is this thing called?) for P’ito

Outfit by Lo & Co

Thank you! He was indeed.

How many times can I say SEARS in one post?

July 20, 2007 at 9:47 am | Posted in All Consuming | 14 Comments

Emailed to Sears.Com.  I am going to say SEARS SEARS SEARS as many times as possible in this post so that people who are searching for SEARS APPLIANCE REPAIR come across this instead!

Dear Sears Appliance Repair: 

Yesterday morning, I called Sears to schedule a repair visit for my fridge, which was not cooling. After turning down an extremely unpleasant hard sell to prepay for the repairs, I was assured that an appointment was available today, and a repairman would call me to schedule. By the time it was clear that no repairman was going to call or show up, it was too late for me to schedule an appt with another company and I had a fridge full of spoiled food.

When I called Sears, I was told that “someone should have called me” to tell me that no one was coming, and that the next available appt was on Saturday! As far as I am concerned, Sears is responsible for over $200 worth of groceries going to waste. I called a different repair company this morning and had a serviceman present within the hour.

I have been a loyal customer of Sears for many years now, but will never purchase or repair another appliance with you again, and will advise all my friends and relatives to do the same. Your name is now mud in my book.



p.s. Pepito is pissed at Sears too.

Angry Boy

A post without a lot of words

July 18, 2007 at 12:18 am | Posted in Linky Love, M'ijo | 43 Comments

So, enjoy the pictures(and now I have Depeche Mode reverberating through my head…)

Luisa's Gordito In the outfit his nanny Luisa bought for him to wear “home” from the hogar.
Dressed up for the Embassy visit Embassy Outfit
Dolly Love Presents!
My wonderful internet stranger-friend sent P’ito a whole passel of outfits and his dolly (we’ve named her Parton) She also sent matching “Freedom Rings” (for getting out of PGN!) outfits for Sofia, Eliana, and Azucen@. THANKS TIA ARMADILLIO!
Matching outfits Mr. Cool
P’ito had his first play date at Eliana’s house. A good time was had by all.
Victora & Sofia MINE
Up pops Victoria Controlled Chaos
What? In Eliana's Pink Walker
PEPITO: “I’m not a big fan of flying, but I think I like east coast life so far…”
Rattled Like I was sayin'
“They’ve got some pretty cool stuff here…”
Rolling, Rolling, Rolling Teething Biscuit
Sandra and her family came to visit me (okay, they might have had another reason or two)
Joseph Tries to Make a New Red Sox Fan Let Me Show You
Beauty Consultation Joseph and Evan

Holy Crap, We’re Home

July 14, 2007 at 11:48 pm | Posted in AdoptThis!, M'ijo | 79 Comments

Of course (this is our life we’re talking about) this couldn’t happen without complications…

On Thursday night, after our fabulous Guatemalan playdate (pictures coming soon, I promise) I came down with a serious case of Tecún Umán’s revenge. The only thing I ate on Thursday that Pili did not also partake of was a limonada con soda at Cafe Condessa. Antiguans, consider yourself warned. Pili was left to pack all of our bags and care for the baby while I lay in bed, moaning and upchucking. [Note: Not fun for anyone, downright scary for a Person With Diabetes.  Bernard’s gift of gatorade powder was much appreciated]

In desperation, she called Delta and tried to see if we could rebook our flights for a day or two later to give me time to recuperate. Unfortunately the pinche rented cell phone cut out while she was on hold with the Delta representative, and we assumed that nothing had been changed, and we would go ahead with our travel plans, barf bags in hand.

[12 hours later. Location: The Guatemala City airport, Delta ticket counter]

Pepito, far more socially adept than either of his mothers, smiles and flirts with the ticket agent. She studiously ignores him – hay un problema con su reservación. Turns out that the Delta rep had actually changed the flight. We are now scheduled to leave GC on Sunday! The agent is able to get us back on the Friday flight to Atlanta, but there are no seats available to our home on the connecting flight. We can stay overnight in Atlanta and get on an early morning flight on Saturday. Pili bravely holds down the fort. ArtSweet, bent over a garbage can in the airport, weakly signals her approval of this plan. Pepito, failing to get the ticket agent’s attention, throws his lovie (thank you, auntie Mel!) at her and clocks her in the jaw. She allows as how Él es un carácter.

P’ito is a trooper on the flight. Take off and landing is no problem, but sitting in one place when the seatbelt sign is on is cause for a meltdown of nuclear proportions. Fortunately the missionaries sitting behind us are tolerant and Guatemalans love children, even when they’re screaming at the top of their lungs.

We land and clear immigration, where he officially becomes a U.S. citizen, with no problems, and then spend two hours trying to exit the Atlanta airport and get to our hotel. These hours include the Worst Poopy Diaper Ever and the Skankiest Changing Station Ever – at least according to Pili. I was sitting on the luggage cart, clutching my still aching head, and wondering what the hell was taking so long while she attempted to figure out how that clever baby got poop everywhere.

We get to the hotel, where I eat solid food for the first time in 36 hours. Miraculously, it stays down. Sleep for five hours, and get up to race back to the world’s most complicated airport. Arrive home, after a less than pleasant flight on a small plane with a teething baby, to a fabulous greeting team from our hometown friends, and a home festooned with “It’s a boy!” and “Welcome home!” banners.

Photos, a report on P’ito’s first playdate, a bunch of memes, and some serious blog commenting coming later… off to make a bottle – with water from the tap! It’s amazing what you learn to appreciate…

Quicky Post

July 11, 2007 at 6:58 pm | Posted in M'ijo | 41 Comments

Writing from the crappy keyboarded internet cafe again…

We have been having a great time just hanging out with Pepito.  After a few minutes of worried looks, he seemed to remember us, and has been just an absolute joy 99.8% of the time since.  He is babbling ga-ga and da-da and the occasional sound that I try desperately to interpret as ma-ma.  And (the cats are so screwed) the child is full-on crawling.

Pili & Pepito survived their embasy appt today and the visa will be issued tomorrow… Despite wking up at 4am to get to the appt, P´ito charmed everyone in the waiting room with his antics and then came home and turned into a never-nap crazy boy. 

We are beyond thrilled to be within a breath of being through.  Tomorrow we get the visa, and Friday… we go home. 

con besitos de guatemala…

Dinner, with a side of REM lyrics

July 5, 2007 at 10:31 pm | Posted in AdoptThis!, More than you ever wanted to know about me..., PiliPiliPili | 37 Comments

We had dinner tonight with two of our closet friends here in the City That Always Sleeps.

They wanted to hang out with us one more time before Pepito* arrives home.

They’re thrilled for us – at the same time as they’re deeply ambivalent, especially one of them.   Afraid of losing our friendship, afraid that it will always be all baby all the time and they’ll be left out.

I’m scared too.  I don’t want to lose their friendship or my ability to complete a sentence that doesn’t have to do with bodily fluids.  I’m scared that we’ll be swept away on the carpet of societal expectations and norms.  And I’m scared of how much Pili seems sometimes to relish the thought of fulfilling those expectations – but of course we’ll need a minivan!  She says this half-joking, and because she knows the thought makes me wince, but I feel like there’s a morsel of truth to the idea that she wants to lose herself in playing this new role to the hilt, complete with all its trappings.

I can’t wait to be Pepito’s mom: I still want to be more than Pepito’s mom.   Can I be a hip indie mom if I haven’t really been a hip indie non-mom?  How do we find the line between it’s new he’s going to fuss and WE MUST STOP DOING THIS NOW he’s crying?

I don’t really feel fine and I don’t know if those post is really making much sense.  But I’m going to post it and see if anyone at least gets the REM reference…

*Now that he’s coming home, I felt like he needed a nickname that was exclusively his.

The room formerly known as our guest room

July 1, 2007 at 11:19 pm | Posted in All Consuming, M'ijo | 32 Comments

Is now looking more and more like a nursery.

It’s got a bright red crib*.

Red Crib

We bought a car seat and had it installed (in the car).

Holy crap, it's a car seat!

Then we bought a dresser, and had to uninstall the carseat to get the dresser in the backseat.

Changer Dresser

Idli seems a little nervous.


Bart is oblivious.

One week until he’s back in our arms, for good, and everything changes.

*Yes, we painted the crib. We used this fantastic paint. You tell them the brand, name, and color number of the color you want, and they ship you (free fedex shipping) a no-VOC version of the paint.

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