I'm Moving! On....

Nah!  I'm not moving (you kidding?!  We JUST finished our house remodel!  I ain't going NOWHERE!).  I HAVE, however decided to switch things up a bit in "Le blog 'o sphere".  I've started a new blog!  It's something I've been wanting to do for awhile now.  Now that I've got two toddlers (Tater's not a baby anymore!) I feel like I'm in a new stage of life: one that I'm REALLY looking forward to.

I've been quietly blogging for years now and I started this blog at a completely different stage of my life.  I had no kids, I had no clue!  So, now feels like the perfect time for me to do a little bloggy re-vamp in my life.  This blog has a lot of memories.  I will occasionally enjoy perusing the past entries, and I also plan to publish most of the posts here into a blurb book for the family vault, but....... it's time to move on.

I hope you will join me as I continue to take a humorous approach at life and enter a new toddler-iffic chapter over at Mama And The RUFFians! Come on!  Let's make the switch togetha!

Swing on by.  I'll be waiting with open roped arms! - Shirley

Real Mama

Over the weekend I felt like a real mama.  On the real! I had the kids under control.

The boys were calm enough to let me clean (a lot) in the morning after breakfast (I haven't been able to clean like that in years!), then we played in the yard for an hour and a half, then we went back indoors and washed up, then we ALL SAT DOWN AT THE TABLE and ate our lunch peacefully!  I had everything under control.  I finally felt like a real mama.

Of course let's ignore the fact that the kids pulled out all the stops to get to the chip cabinet earlier...

They couldn't be angels for the WHOLE day.

That would be too much to ask for.  - Shirley

Take a Picture, Brother!

While we were on vacation, Diego insisted (almost on a daily basis) to "take a picture, brother".  What he really meant was that he wanted to play with my big-girl camera.  Here are some shots we took on different mornings.  He's havin' a ball!




Other things he wants me to say he says now:

"Change your diaper" when I need to change HIS diaper
"I'll get you one?" after I tell him that I don't have or he can't have something.

-Shirley

14 Months!

Tater turned 14 months the other day and I'm hoping this month will keep trending for the better.  Since we've been back from vacation, Tater has been pretty calm after work, and not as needy.  Say what?  I know, huh?!

I can recall peaceful moments of me sitting on the couch or even walking by him, without setting off his "I NEED YOU TO CARRY ME MAMA!"- Alarm, which got pretty bad while we were in Peru (I blame grandparents spoiling him).  It could be that he's still settling in from our long trip, but I'm SO hoping that this calmness is here to stay.

OTHER TATER TIDBITS

• You like pretending to talk on the phone and answer the phone saying, "Ball?".  We played phone on the plane to Peru and the flight attendant called us out, thinking we were actually on the phone.  LOL
• You started running;  Well it's more of a cautious jog, but you're having fun playing chase with your brother.
• You started saying "Wow-Wow" when you see dogs (just like your brother used to).  And you REALLY missed Qori while we were gone.  You can't stop hugging him these days.
• You almost had a tantrum over a banana in Peru and as I went to get you one, I swear I heard you say "Banana".  My cousin heard it too.  That's a hard word!
• You still occasionally wake up at 2am crying, but I give you some time and then you fall back asleep.  I think once you have a solid track record of sleeping through the night, we're going to force invite your brother to start sleeping in the room with you instead of with us.
• You're really into climbing things now.  You stealthily climbed the stairs in Peru while your Grandma and I were shooting the breeze.  We didn't even know that you'd made it all the way up there.  Your dad had to tell us as he was awoken by two little devils that barged into the room while he was sleeping.  Yikes!
• You're getting it!  You're starting to understand.  When I asked you where your shoes were, you looked down at your bare feet.  When I tell you to close the kitchen cabinets, you close them.  When I tell you to give me a kiss, you lean over.  

-Shirley

Thank you, Jetlag!

We're back home now, and the red eye flight went pretty well.  However, Mateo did NOT like the check-in, immigration, and customs lines.  He hates lines.  So impatient.  Takes after his father.

I'm already unpacked (amazeballs!) and back at work.  Last night I was worried that the boys wouldn't fall asleep until midnight due to the time difference.  But by 9pm, they were fast asleep so that I could watch the 2nd half of the Bachelor in peace!  Oh how I've missed The Bachelor.

Jet-lag: it's a wonderful thing! - Shirley

Qori's front-seat ticket home from Grandpa's!

Ladies' Men

I'm probably blinded by a mother's love, but I think my boys are handsome and it seems that the mini-Peruvian ladies think so too. But MAN is it ever time for me to start teaching these boys some values!

If I could judge these boys by what I've seen during this trip - and I can, because I'm the Mama -I'd describe Diego as the gigolo, using ladies for what they can do for him (like putting his shoes back on after a good trampoline-jumping session) and Mateo would put the nail in the coffin of chivalry (blatantly taking things from the ladies and letting them fend for themselves!)



Alright, so maybe I'm jumping to conclusions but I can already hear the future comments. He was a good kid, but he had mother issues (because you KNOW they're going to blame the mother!)

So I need to make sure that these boys don't have mother-issues...

They're gonna LOVE me, damn-it! -Shirley

Aquatic Miracle

When we're not out discovering new children's parks in Peru, we're either eating or playing in the pool. I knew that Diego would be a tough cookie when it came to getting in the water during this trip. He barely put his feet in the first day, opting to kneel over the pool and splash with his hands instead.

But by day two, he must've had some type of miraculous internal revelation. While I played with Tiny Tater in the water, Diego slowly made his way into the third step of the pool without any prodding from his mama. He was fully-clothed, but I didn't let that stop him.



It's a well-known scientific fact that oil and water don't mix, but Diego goes beyond that. It's like when two negatively-charged magnets repel each other and refuse to touch. If you were to throw Diego into the ocean, the water would repel away and he'd be standing there completely dry like Moses parting the Red Sea! You probably know me not to be religious. It goes to show the miracle captured in the picture above; so much that it warranted my shoddy use of a biblical reference.

Miracles DO Happen! - Shirley

Park Tourist

I've left blood samples with at least 300 mosquitos in the Amazon jungle, taken photos with llamas at the very top of the ruins of Machu Picchu, watched the festival of Inti-Raymi in Cuzco, and dined on culinary master pieces in Lima. But now with two little ones in tow, I've become a tourist to Peruvian children's parks instead, sight-seeing large tube slides and bounce-houses like nobody's business.

By the time this trip is over, you can ask me anything about Peruvian parks for kids.

Just don't ask me how to get the mosquitos to stop biting.

They love that McDonald's-infused blood - Shirley

DeathTrap

If you're reading this on the same day as it posts, I'm currently trapped in a flying tube of metal for the next 10 or so hours (who's counting anymore) with Mateo running a muck on my lap.  Have you ever thoughtfully answered the question:  "If you could know when and how you were going to die, would you?"

Well - since we bought our tickets to Peru, Wednesday January 23rd became my own personally known apocalypse.  You might be thinking "Oh, there she goes; exaggerating again!" But honestly I try to see past that date, and I can't.  I don't have the words to properly explain to you how terrified I am to endure this flight.  For God's sake, I'm a grown-ass mom of 2 and yet the thought of getting onto that plane instantly turns me into a groveling little girl in the fetal position.

I'm too consumed in having NO idea how I'm going to handle a 10 hour flight (smack-dab in the daylight hours, no red-eye was available) and one connecting flight with 2 kids under the age of 3.  It's truly been weighing heavily in the back of my mind for some time now.  The past flight to the Bahamas when Diego was around Mateo's current age, really did a number on me!

I wish the entire flight of passengers were made up of readers like you: moms who understand my plight.  I wish we could all be on the flight singing Kumbaya and letting our little ones smash the beverage carts into the seats while we drink in-flight cocktails, and watch Despicable Me on the big screen.  But I don't have you here with me right now, and you KNOW I'm struggling.  I'll imagine you cheering me on:  "You can do it, Shirley!  This one is for all the traveling mothers out there!"

I hope I don't let you down, truly.  - Shirley

P.S.  Posts may become scarce here for the next couple of weeks but I am bringing my Ipad (tricked out with a bluetooth keyboard) in case I have the opportunity to write a little (if I survive).  I'll probably be on Instagram more (again - if I survive the flight). @GoldenDreemz

3 Years!

Your 3rd year really established what a great big brother you are. My little sister and I are twice the age difference as you and your brother are, and yet I don't remember being as doting an older sibling as you at that age. I often see you go up to your brother in a semi embrace, place your face very close to his, and then you usually try to kiss him on the forehead without anyone spurring you on. You don't do this to anyone else.

Not even the dog.

You still need to work on sharing your toys Kindle, but for the most part it seems that "older brother" is a role you were meant to take on.

OTHER 3YR DD TIDBITS

• About a month ago you started asking for shows specifically by name. Your favorite requests are: "Captain Hook" (Jake and the Neverland Pirates), "Gabba-Gabba" (Yo-Gabba-Gabba), and "Bubble Guppies".
• You imitate everything now. Your dad loves making you say, "Mama farted". Your grandpa likes to make you say "Brother's crazy" or "Brother's Gordo (FAT)" and I love to hear you say "soda" for some reason. You seem to say it with an accent, a drawl, AND a lisp! I love it!
• You also said your name about a month ago. You pronounced it very clearly while imitating me DEE-AY-GO, but when I asked you what your name was you said "Eggo" (we don't even eat waffles) and now you often speak in the third person.
• You play with your dinos and Godzilla the most out of all your toys. You identify the T-Hex (T-Rex), Ty-haha-TOPS (Triceratops), and Diplodicus (OH-kiss). And watch Deee-Ho Dan (Dino Dan) at your grandapa's house.
• Your terrible two's seems to have calmed down although I've already been warned by other mothers that it lasts through 3 years too.
• At some point in the middle of your 2 years, you started getting shy around strangers, which is a good thing. I noticed it one day on the elevator.
• You no longer wake up at 6am like before. I have to wake you in the mornings now, and I've clocked you up to 9:30 am on weekends occasionally. Too bad for me that your little brother still gets up a 6 on the dot!
• You take one 2-3hr nap a day. Usually starting around 2 or 4pm.
• You love to drink instant Ramen soup and specifically ask for it. I moderate though. You'll get enough of that in college while on the starving student diet.

DD SOUND BITES:

THINGS YOU'LL HEAR DIEGO SAY AROUND THE HOUSE
"I did it!" (while winning a game on his Kindle)
"Dada, help"  (when he can beat a game on his Kindle)
"Dada did it!" (when Dada wins a game for him on his Kindle)
"No brother... Nooooooo"  (when little brother tries to touch his Kindle)
"Here brother, brother. Take this"  (when he's giving his brother something instead of the Kindle)
"Watch Hook"  (when he wants to watch Jake and the Neverland Pirates)
"Eggo fell down" (when he falls down)
"kee-cho-cho!!!!!" (Spanish translation for "Cochino": Dirty boy! when he farts on cue.  Such a boy. So gross)
"Mama! Mia" (trying to say Mama Mira - which means Mama, look!)

DRAMATIC DIALOGUE

Me calling brother:  "Mateoooooo!"

Diego imitates but can't say his name:  "Brodahhhhhh!"

Me calling him again:  "Matayto - Potatoooooo!"

Diego imitating:  "Brodahhhh-Brodahhhhhhhhhh!"

AN INTERVIEW WITH DIEGO:

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW?
Gabba

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOR?
Blue

DO YOU LOVE MAMA?
No.

DO YOU LOVE DADA?
No!

DO YOU LOVE SHARKS?
Nooooooooo!

WELL THEN, WHO DO YOU LOVE?
Brodah!

You're so sweet - Shirley

Bedtime Declaration

Over a year ago, I was picking up Diego from daycare and in our normal mom/sitter discourse, (i.e., me asking how things went) the sitter said, "Fine, but he didn't want to go to sleep today; he kicked the crib".

And THAT, my friends, is the best picture I can paint for you when it came to Diego and cribs.  The little dude, just never liked them and that's why he's a co-sleeper today.  Mateo on the otherhand, sleeps well in his crib, but he always wakes from his naps screaming to the top of his lungs.  I subconsciously assumed he was indifferent to the crib.

Until last night.

It was 9:15pm and Mateo started with his 'tude, the classic indicator for bedtime.  He scampered away into the nursery in a fuss and crying.  Instead of following him, I made a quick detour to the kitchen to warm up his bottle first, I knew that my detour activities would only piss him off more.  As I walked into the room, I expected to find him sitting on the floor, amongst his toys, with a sourpuss and red face, his eyes half closed, and tears streaming giving off a "My-mommy-doesn't-love-me-and-I'm-alone-in-this-world" vibe (refer to picture above).

Instead I found him standing at his crib pulling the covers through the railing in his attempts to figure out how to get into the crib.  He actually WANTED to get in?  He didn't look tired to me.  I hadn't noticed him yawn, but apparently, he was declaring his bedtime.  I always thought if I kept him up late, he would just hang out until he would ultimately crash somewhere (preferably on the area rug) and just fall sleep out of pure exhaustion.  I don't know why, but I never expected any of my children to WANT to sleep in their crib.

 These kids surprise me every day! - Shirley

13 Months!

Hard to believe that it's only been a month since you hit your 1 year milestone. Since then the most significant change for me is that you've FINALLY become more confident walking on hard surfaces without my help! Now that my days are more "hands-free", I enjoy executing mommy tasks much more peacefully: like cooking dinner.

The other day I was drifting off into one of "said" cooking trances, when your brother crawled by on the floor pushing along his yellow dump truck. Then you appeared trailing after him pushing along a blue truck. I just loved it. I love how you two play with each other now (plus you keep yourselves entertained and keep me out of the equation).

That truck scene confirmed to me that fate had made the right decision by completely discounting my desires for a girl and handing me another son as my second child. There, I said it ok... Fate was right.

I was wrong.

Does fate want a cookie? (because I can whip one up much more peacefully now! Ha!)

OTHER TATER TIDBITS

• You know how to drink out of a straw. Say what? When did that happen?
• You love blowing on a flute and blowing bubbles
• You do this clicking sound with your mouth and point to the kitchen counter. Can you be any more clear that you're hungry?
• You fight me tooth and nail when I try to put on your shoes (and I think it's ironic that all your shoes have laces -which are not conducive when someone is fighting you tooth and nail - and yet it's your older brother whose shoes use velcro straps.  Where did I go wrong?)
• You don't fight me when I put on your puffy jacket: it means we're going out! And boy are you ever the man about town!
• You imitate sounds of airplanes flying as you soar a toy plane in the air
• You try to copy sounds that we say occasionally
• I handed you a brush and you skimmed the top of your head with it numerous times
• You bring books to me and then want me to pick you up onto my lap and read them to you, but your attention span is pretty short
• You love to dance to music and Grandpa enjoys playing Peruvian music or salsa to watch your moves
• You also always dance to the Yo Gabba Gabba theme song.
• You and your brother fight occasionally, and when you do you hold your own. Pushing him, biting him, and pulling his hair. I can already tell, your future wrestling matches are going to give me gray hairs!
• You always set your lips in an O-shape like you are permanently making the "ooooo" sound. I think it's your version of a frown because it's usually followed up with an unhappy ooooo noise. And most times I see you making that face when you're restraining your smile. Don't do that, you have such a beautiful, dimply smile!

Trying to restrain his dimples with O-shaped lips.  Doing a bad job.  Those dimples are potent!

-Shirley

Self-Punishment

I looked over last night and found him sulking in self-punishment mode after ferociously amputating one of Diego's Godzilla action figures.  We got home and Diego pointed to the missing foot and said, "Mama, -ix it." 

"Sorry Diego, I can't fix it.  It's broken now."

He looked at the toy, then he looked at me and seemed to want to reassure me.  It was like he said "It's OK. Don't worry"

and then he said very calmly, "Dada -ix it."

I didn't punish Qori for what he did.  It was too late, but I think Diego's reaction got to him.  Or maybe he was just to lazy to move?  Yeah - probably the latter.

-Shirley

The Cord

When Qori was a fresh new puppy, my sister and I used to joke around that he had an invisible umbilical cord attached to me.  We'd go out to the dog park, and there was only a certain number of feet he would venture away before he came bouncing back to me.  It was very handy.

Mateo's invisible umbilical cord was much, much shorter.  In fact he had to have constant skin contact (mano a mano) for the first year.  I noticed that during the latter part of the year, his umbilical cord's length seemed to directly correlate to whether he was walking in a carpeted room or on hardwood flooring (unfortunately, my entire house is hardwood). 

But I gotta tell you guys that last Sunday (at almost 13 months), the umbilical cord reached an ideal elasticity for my taste.  Finally.  Before you know it, I had not only taken down Christmas in our house, but I also ORGANIZED it for storage.  All this while Mateo was wide awake and calmly hanging out not needing my contact at every moment!  A week ago this would've been unheard of.  The closest I would've been able to get to taking down Christmas was grabbing a snowflake ornament out of Mateo's mouth as he tried to eat it. 

I feel strangely free, but not.  After all, I do still have 3 invisible & elastic umbilical cords attached to me. 

Bungee jumping, anyone? - Shirley

Universal New Year

Happy New Year!  I took a little break from this ol' blog because I had over a week off from work, and believe it or not, blogging is impossible when I'm home (-kids.)!  So what did I do this week?  I could've just relaxed, but with me that's not realistic.  I had planned to fix and organize my walk-in closet (what a mess!), do some crafting, get my brakes checked, a little retail therapy, and I really wanted to soak in the tub for once and just relax (It's probably been a year since I've used my tub).  I did almost everything except for the crafting and tub-soaking (of course!), but that's OK because we ended up taking a 6-hour road trip to Los Angeles where we celebrated the New Year at Universal Studios Hollywood!   

I really expected at least one of my kids to be asleep during New Years, but then again these are MY kids we're talking about, so you know that they were wide awake.  Diego loved it each time a person in the crowd screamed, "Wooooo!" and he would copy them.  Mateo wanted to walk around and flirt with girls and he clapped along with the crowd at the end of the fireworks extravaganza.  By the time we reached the hotel, Mateo was a log.  I have NEVER been able to take him out of his carseat without waking him, until that night.  What a great way to start off the new year!

Here are some pic of our LA trip.  :)

How was your New Year? - Shirley

I Know What I Said

I've said more than once that I've never really wanted babies; I wanted kids.  Babies scare me.  They're so fragile and needy.  Puppies are much easier.  Plus, I was blessed with hyperactive and loud babies.

So it may seem cruel or backwards that while other mothers are trying to freeze time with their babies, I'm trying to teleport to the future and just get through this phase sanely.  I knew that I wouldn't miss the baby years; I knew what my preference was.

Until the other day, when we were walking out of Mateo's first year appointment.  After the doctor told me he was 26 pounds, I carried him out and stared down the loooooooooooong hallway.  My arms hurt just thinking about carrying him the whole way.

"Mateo, you and your 26 pounds are walking to the car!" I said and I put him down to walk down the hall holding hands with each other.

But he didn't even care about my hands.

He just left like he didn't know me.

Like we hadn't just spent the last 12 months joined at the hip.

I know I said that my finger needed a break from his hand.  I know I said I wouldn't miss it.

But at that moment.... I already did.

-Shirley

Lesson Learned

If there's anything I learned yesterday its that if you have kids under the age of three and a dog with no self-restraint: NEVER EVER bust out the gifts on Christmas Eve's, Eve! Someone will ruin Christmas!

Lesson Learned.







-Shirley

Tater is a Tot! (12-Month Update)

Happy Birthday Tater!

Today you've been blessing me with your dimples for 1 whole year!  Today you join your brother into the wonderful toddler world.  I'm so excited about this!  My Tater is a tot!  This month had very special milestones.  At the beginning of this month, I handed you a wheeled walker and you just took off running!  And just 3 days ago you officially started walking on your own (cutting it a little close to your birthday, no?).  We also celebrated your cookie monster birthday early and you thought it was deeee-licious!

OTHER TATER TIDBITS

• You do this whiney grunt and point to things you want.
• You still put everything you can find in your mouth.  When will this oral fixation end? You even found an old pacifier and decided to give it a go for old time's sake
• Our funnest time together is tap dancing.  You love tap dancing and shuffling!
• Your aunt thought I'd made a mistake when I told her that you wear a size 6 shoe (so she could do some birthday shopping).  She took one look at the massive shoe at the store and bought something else since I had "clearly made a mistake" 
• You started climbing things but you still don't realize what it means to fall.  There's been a lot of "redecorating" at the house.
• You decapitated the nativity calf under the tree.
• You totally love Qori.  Sometimes I think you two need to get a room!
• Qori loves you too.  Especially since you started sharing your food with him this month.
• You've been more cuddley this month.  It's like you're trying to entice me to want you to stay a baby instead of turning into a tot.
• You love exploring the fridge.  The other day I left it open for a few minutes while I was cooking.  I later found an onion with little bite marks on it.
• You've discovered and have become addicted to the adrenaline rush of a good game of Chase
• You started standing up during bath time.  I'm not sure if you're picking this up from you co-partner in bathtime crimes: Diego (who always stands in the bath).

Here are some pics on how Tater's First Birthday party went down:

Tater is stunned:  Who are these decorations for?

Mama:  "Go ahead, go wild! I'll clean later."  Boys:  "What is this? It feels gross; I'll pass"

And they finally start to bite, not always just the cake though.

At first, Grandpa couldn't help but notice a resemblance to Adolf.  Then you went and gave yourself the devil's goatee.  Of course you did. 

Tater shows us how he keeps his immune system strong.

Diego blows out his brother's candle prematurely and we all have a good laugh and then try again.

Mateo enjoys his party while Qori helps with the gift wrap and big bro Diego is a self-appointed attacker of all helium balloons!

Happy Birthday Tater Tot! - Shirley