You better not cry,
You better not pout . . ."
Well, Sophia cried, pouted and more, and yet Santa still came to town! I really think he needs to do a better job at enforcing his rules.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Look Who Came to Town . . .
"You better watch out,
You better not cry,
You better not pout . . ."
Well, Sophia cried, pouted and more, and yet Santa still came to town! I really think he needs to do a better job at enforcing his rules.
You better not cry,
You better not pout . . ."
Well, Sophia cried, pouted and more, and yet Santa still came to town! I really think he needs to do a better job at enforcing his rules.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Friday, December 5, 2008
'Tis the Season to . . . Throw a Tantrum?
Tis the season to be jolly . . . indeed it is. And if the new blog format doesn’t convince you of our holiday fever (Eh hem, the new banner at the top of the page. The new text to your left.) then stay tuned – the excitement keeps growing as we count down the days to Christmas!
So this week has been a landmark week in the Sophia Chronicles beginning with a spin in the brand new easy-to-fold-up-stroller (a necessary purchase following our going-through-customs-with-awful-hard-to-fold-up-stroller in September).
A quick stop as Sophia let us know what is on her Christmas list.
Tummy time went from torture to fun. (Wouldn’t the world be a better place if everyone wore ruffles on their butt?)
And then comes my own little Strawberry Screamcake.
Sophia has discovered her voice, her temper, and yes, unfortunately, she has discovered The Tantrum.
In less than a week she has perfected The Tantrum. She’s good. Very good.
Grandparents, Aunts, Uncles – beware. You may be dreaming of a white, calm and good-spirited Christmas. Sophia may have other plans.
So this week has been a landmark week in the Sophia Chronicles beginning with a spin in the brand new easy-to-fold-up-stroller (a necessary purchase following our going-through-customs-with-awful-hard-to-fold-up-stroller in September).
A quick stop as Sophia let us know what is on her Christmas list.
Tummy time went from torture to fun. (Wouldn’t the world be a better place if everyone wore ruffles on their butt?)
And then comes my own little Strawberry Screamcake.
Sophia has discovered her voice, her temper, and yes, unfortunately, she has discovered The Tantrum.
In less than a week she has perfected The Tantrum. She’s good. Very good.
Grandparents, Aunts, Uncles – beware. You may be dreaming of a white, calm and good-spirited Christmas. Sophia may have other plans.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
All I Want for Christmas . . .
This week’s activity has been dominated by (of course) the standard wedding planning as well as a rather disturbing behavioral change from none other than me. Those of you who know me well know that I am not a shopper. I don’t like spending more than an hour or two in any crowded mall or other. Grocery shopping with my mom (who can literally wander with her cart for hoursssss) is torture, and while I feel that Target may be one of my true loves, any more than an hour or so inside the endless aisles of what I now call “things-I-want-but-can’t-buy-because-they-don’t-fit-in-a-suitcase” is simply overwhelming.
But this week, well, this week something happened. Something took over my mind and body causing a rather disconcerting fascination with online shopping. Not for myself. Not for Pablo. Not even for Sophia’s Christmas gifts, but for THE perfect outfits for Soph’s first Christmas.
It started out quite innocently last Sunday when I realized Sophia needed something warm to wear to church on Christmas Eve. Memories of little girls in velvet dresses with big bows, thigh-hugging tights and those black shoes with the strap (See? I’m NOT a shopper - I don’t even remember what they are called!) invaded my mind and sent me searching online for a Christmas dress for Soph. A week, a hundred dollars and several extremely disturbing mood swings later, I have accomplished what became Mission Impossible over the course of the last few days.
My search began innocently with the standard baby sites – Old Navy, Baby Gap, Gymboree. So many cute outfits, so little time. And suddenly, my simple task came crashing down around me as I learned that apparently, to my dismay, so little was IN STOCK!
I went to bed late, waking Pablo to share with him my Christmas outfit woes, which he quickly dismissed with a “Tomorrow we’ll go to Liverpool and find Sophia’s outfit. Go to sleep.”
For some reason which I will never understand, his answer did not satisfy me. I tossed and turned until the morning when I woke and set myself to the task at hand.
First there was the adorable champagne silk dress and chocolate brown fur shrug from Baby Gap . . .
but the shrug was out of stock. And without the shrug, the short-sleeve silk dress just isn’t functional for a Wisconsin winter. Moving along . . .
Next came the sweet Scotty Dog ensemble from Gymboree . . . or was it Babies R Us? No matter. The adorable sweater set, bright red tulle skirt and Scotty dog tights were irresistible.
Click, click. Ugh. Bright red tulle skirt unavailable in Sophia’s size. Well, obviously without the tulle skirt the Scotty outfit just wouldn’t do.
But never fear, a click away I find the sweet striped leggings, Chill Out long-sleeved T, the Santa vest (complete with white trim on the hood) and snuggly white faux fur boots.
But wait, Santa suit perhaps not appropriate for Jesus’ birthday party. Hold on a second . . . Christmas is technically two days – the 24th and 25th. I don’t need one outfit; I need two! Save leggings and Santa vest as possibility for Christmas day except that Pablo doesn’t like the outfit; not a fan of the leggings. Continue search.
There was the black Carter’s dress with the big white bow. Short sleeved, but that’s fixable! Baby Gap has an adorable white long-sleeved faux fur shrug. Perfect!
Click, click. Damn. White long-sleeved faux fur shrug only available in 2T. Despite her advanced size, she isn’t that big.
Panic. Breathe. Write to sister-in-law and request advice on outfits and availability of cute clothing in local stores. Can possibly wait until arrival in US to buy perfect Christmas outfit.
Reply from sister-in-law the following morning: “There are a ton of cute Christmas dresses out here also – I worry that by the 20th it will be picked over.”
Panic more. Hold candlelight vigil in hope of finding perfect Christmas Eve outfit. Admit that this has become an obsession. Ok, admitted. Continue searching.
For a non-shopper, what I did next was borderline psychotic. I turned to the experts. Macy’s, Nordstrum, Barney’s. I know what you’re thinking. She’s seven months old! Trust me, I know. Borderline psychotic I tell you.
Ok, I found it. Finally. Bloomingdale’s has the cutest little black sweater/skirt combo that is SO Soph’s style.
Click, click. My fingers are on fire. Check out. Whoa . . . $430.00 and that doesn’t include shipping. I consider it for about five seconds and realize there must be a twelve-step program in the area for someone with my addiction. I wonder if there are enough Christmas-outfit-obsessed moms in Vallarta for us to get together and talk each other through the bad spots.
Stop wasting time. Must. Find. Christmas. Outfit. No! Outfits. Now.
Out of desperation I return to the saved leggings outfit. Vest, available. Chill Out T, available. Striped Leggings, available. Faux fur boots, Out of stock. Oh well. Boots are amazing, adorable, and it breaks my heart that they are out of stock, but come on. We are in crisis mode. Faux fur boots are not essential. Forget about Pablo’s dislike for the outfit. Seriously, at this point, considering my illness, does his opinion really matter? Click, click, click. Checkout complete. Whew! Christmas day outfit done.
Continue shopping for Christmas Eve outfit. But there is this nagging in the back of my mind . . . something is missing. Something is missing. Oh damn. It’s the faux fur boots.
I knew they’d come back to haunt me. I do a Google-wide search. Apparently the faux fur boots are a very popular item. Many people have them, and many people are selling them. In size 8. Sophia is tall and um, “healthy in size” for her age, but NOT a shoe size 8.
Google is useless. The computer screen is blurring in front of me. Its time to sleep.
Seven a.m. Black Friday. My thoughts immediately go to the sales. Perhaps the baby stores released additional stock just in order to sell like crazy on Black Friday. I scurry to the computer to check for faux fur boots. Nothing. It’s just not going to be my day. I have an appointment with a bride and groom in an hour, need to leave in 30 minutes and I have still not found the boots and I am short one Christmas Eve outfit.
Then, inspiration strikes. Ebay. Everything can be found on Ebay.
My fingers can’t type fast enough. The colorful Ebay logo practically beams hope and possibility as I search for Baby Gap Faux Fur Boots. Size 4, Buy Now option. Aaaah…. Sweet relief. Ok, meeting is in 40 minutes. I just need to click and buy. But Ebay for some reason doesn’t seem to recognize my password; or is it that I can’t remember the right password. All the same. I can’t get into my account. I type in every email and password I can ever remember having used in my life while my brow begins to sweat. Finally, I start a new account in Pablo’s name. I’m in. I enter the credit card number, and Ebay responds, “This credit card account is in use by another account holder. Please enter another form of payment.” I grab my bank card and type in the number . . . 35 minutes to my meeting. Oh no. The expiration date on my bank card is 06/08. How had I not noticed that for five months? Michelle to the rescue with her bank card . . . only the expiration date won’t stick. It literally disappears off the screen every time I type it in. Now my brow is really sweating, and my meeting is in 29 minutes. I feel the white faux fur boots slipping from my grasp. They may be gone when I get back; someone may buy all eight pairs of them in the three hours I am out touring villas and talking wedding. Life is just not fair.
Then a beam of light. Paypal. I log in to my paypal account and voila! I advance a screen and Submit.
“Congratulations! You have successfully purchased New Baby GAP White Faux Fur Snow Boots Size 4.”
I can breathe again. My heart slows in my chest. Close computer. Go to meeting. Make note to reassess priorities and perhaps enroll in a self-help class, or at the very least, buy a self-help book.
This afternoon my husband took Sophia and I to Liverpool, the only department store in Vallarta. He took my hand and walked me to the infant girls section where we beheld six, yes count them, six baby girl holiday outfits. I held them each up to Sophia, hemmed and hawed for about 10 seconds, then made my selection, kissed my daughter and left the store.
Sophia has her outfits, and I have my sanity.
I was brought back from the edge without a class or a book. Thank God for my self-help husband.
But this week, well, this week something happened. Something took over my mind and body causing a rather disconcerting fascination with online shopping. Not for myself. Not for Pablo. Not even for Sophia’s Christmas gifts, but for THE perfect outfits for Soph’s first Christmas.
It started out quite innocently last Sunday when I realized Sophia needed something warm to wear to church on Christmas Eve. Memories of little girls in velvet dresses with big bows, thigh-hugging tights and those black shoes with the strap (See? I’m NOT a shopper - I don’t even remember what they are called!) invaded my mind and sent me searching online for a Christmas dress for Soph. A week, a hundred dollars and several extremely disturbing mood swings later, I have accomplished what became Mission Impossible over the course of the last few days.
My search began innocently with the standard baby sites – Old Navy, Baby Gap, Gymboree. So many cute outfits, so little time. And suddenly, my simple task came crashing down around me as I learned that apparently, to my dismay, so little was IN STOCK!
I went to bed late, waking Pablo to share with him my Christmas outfit woes, which he quickly dismissed with a “Tomorrow we’ll go to Liverpool and find Sophia’s outfit. Go to sleep.”
For some reason which I will never understand, his answer did not satisfy me. I tossed and turned until the morning when I woke and set myself to the task at hand.
First there was the adorable champagne silk dress and chocolate brown fur shrug from Baby Gap . . .
but the shrug was out of stock. And without the shrug, the short-sleeve silk dress just isn’t functional for a Wisconsin winter. Moving along . . .
Next came the sweet Scotty Dog ensemble from Gymboree . . . or was it Babies R Us? No matter. The adorable sweater set, bright red tulle skirt and Scotty dog tights were irresistible.
Click, click. Ugh. Bright red tulle skirt unavailable in Sophia’s size. Well, obviously without the tulle skirt the Scotty outfit just wouldn’t do.
But never fear, a click away I find the sweet striped leggings, Chill Out long-sleeved T, the Santa vest (complete with white trim on the hood) and snuggly white faux fur boots.
But wait, Santa suit perhaps not appropriate for Jesus’ birthday party. Hold on a second . . . Christmas is technically two days – the 24th and 25th. I don’t need one outfit; I need two! Save leggings and Santa vest as possibility for Christmas day except that Pablo doesn’t like the outfit; not a fan of the leggings. Continue search.
There was the black Carter’s dress with the big white bow. Short sleeved, but that’s fixable! Baby Gap has an adorable white long-sleeved faux fur shrug. Perfect!
Click, click. Damn. White long-sleeved faux fur shrug only available in 2T. Despite her advanced size, she isn’t that big.
Panic. Breathe. Write to sister-in-law and request advice on outfits and availability of cute clothing in local stores. Can possibly wait until arrival in US to buy perfect Christmas outfit.
Reply from sister-in-law the following morning: “There are a ton of cute Christmas dresses out here also – I worry that by the 20th it will be picked over.”
Panic more. Hold candlelight vigil in hope of finding perfect Christmas Eve outfit. Admit that this has become an obsession. Ok, admitted. Continue searching.
For a non-shopper, what I did next was borderline psychotic. I turned to the experts. Macy’s, Nordstrum, Barney’s. I know what you’re thinking. She’s seven months old! Trust me, I know. Borderline psychotic I tell you.
Ok, I found it. Finally. Bloomingdale’s has the cutest little black sweater/skirt combo that is SO Soph’s style.
Click, click. My fingers are on fire. Check out. Whoa . . . $430.00 and that doesn’t include shipping. I consider it for about five seconds and realize there must be a twelve-step program in the area for someone with my addiction. I wonder if there are enough Christmas-outfit-obsessed moms in Vallarta for us to get together and talk each other through the bad spots.
Stop wasting time. Must. Find. Christmas. Outfit. No! Outfits. Now.
Out of desperation I return to the saved leggings outfit. Vest, available. Chill Out T, available. Striped Leggings, available. Faux fur boots, Out of stock. Oh well. Boots are amazing, adorable, and it breaks my heart that they are out of stock, but come on. We are in crisis mode. Faux fur boots are not essential. Forget about Pablo’s dislike for the outfit. Seriously, at this point, considering my illness, does his opinion really matter? Click, click, click. Checkout complete. Whew! Christmas day outfit done.
Continue shopping for Christmas Eve outfit. But there is this nagging in the back of my mind . . . something is missing. Something is missing. Oh damn. It’s the faux fur boots.
I knew they’d come back to haunt me. I do a Google-wide search. Apparently the faux fur boots are a very popular item. Many people have them, and many people are selling them. In size 8. Sophia is tall and um, “healthy in size” for her age, but NOT a shoe size 8.
Google is useless. The computer screen is blurring in front of me. Its time to sleep.
Seven a.m. Black Friday. My thoughts immediately go to the sales. Perhaps the baby stores released additional stock just in order to sell like crazy on Black Friday. I scurry to the computer to check for faux fur boots. Nothing. It’s just not going to be my day. I have an appointment with a bride and groom in an hour, need to leave in 30 minutes and I have still not found the boots and I am short one Christmas Eve outfit.
Then, inspiration strikes. Ebay. Everything can be found on Ebay.
My fingers can’t type fast enough. The colorful Ebay logo practically beams hope and possibility as I search for Baby Gap Faux Fur Boots. Size 4, Buy Now option. Aaaah…. Sweet relief. Ok, meeting is in 40 minutes. I just need to click and buy. But Ebay for some reason doesn’t seem to recognize my password; or is it that I can’t remember the right password. All the same. I can’t get into my account. I type in every email and password I can ever remember having used in my life while my brow begins to sweat. Finally, I start a new account in Pablo’s name. I’m in. I enter the credit card number, and Ebay responds, “This credit card account is in use by another account holder. Please enter another form of payment.” I grab my bank card and type in the number . . . 35 minutes to my meeting. Oh no. The expiration date on my bank card is 06/08. How had I not noticed that for five months? Michelle to the rescue with her bank card . . . only the expiration date won’t stick. It literally disappears off the screen every time I type it in. Now my brow is really sweating, and my meeting is in 29 minutes. I feel the white faux fur boots slipping from my grasp. They may be gone when I get back; someone may buy all eight pairs of them in the three hours I am out touring villas and talking wedding. Life is just not fair.
Then a beam of light. Paypal. I log in to my paypal account and voila! I advance a screen and Submit.
“Congratulations! You have successfully purchased New Baby GAP White Faux Fur Snow Boots Size 4.”
I can breathe again. My heart slows in my chest. Close computer. Go to meeting. Make note to reassess priorities and perhaps enroll in a self-help class, or at the very least, buy a self-help book.
This afternoon my husband took Sophia and I to Liverpool, the only department store in Vallarta. He took my hand and walked me to the infant girls section where we beheld six, yes count them, six baby girl holiday outfits. I held them each up to Sophia, hemmed and hawed for about 10 seconds, then made my selection, kissed my daughter and left the store.
Sophia has her outfits, and I have my sanity.
I was brought back from the edge without a class or a book. Thank God for my self-help husband.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas . . .
Despite the sunshine in Mexico . . .
My family is SUPER excited for Christmas. (Remember, we don't have Thanksgiving here - something about no pilgrims in Mexico - so we go straight from Halloween to Christmas!)
Plane tickets are purchased, plans are made - fun to be had!
Friday, November 21, 2008
Today's a Good Day
Today - exactly five years and 364 days after our first visa denial, Pablo was granted a tourist visa! The entire experience seems almost surreal - kissing Sophia goodbye in the middle of the night and leaving her in Michelle's good hands, boarding a bus last night at one am, arriving in Guadalajara at six and spending the next four hours biding our time awaiting our appointment, too nervous to eat, pretending that if we got denied it wouldn't matter - "we'll be fine" - even though we both knew we would be heartbroken.
But today was a good day. My husband can finally come home!
Once we finished our appointment, all we wanted to do was climb on that airplane, get home and give our baby a big fat hug and kiss. So we did.
We have finally arrived at the end of this emotional (not to mention expensive) journey! Today, one day shy of six years from the beginning of the adventure, we had a good day.
But today was a good day. My husband can finally come home!
Once we finished our appointment, all we wanted to do was climb on that airplane, get home and give our baby a big fat hug and kiss. So we did.
We have finally arrived at the end of this emotional (not to mention expensive) journey! Today, one day shy of six years from the beginning of the adventure, we had a good day.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
We Dare to Dream
I haven’t felt this nervous since the day I left Minneapolis and flew to a new life in Mexico. Wait a second. There was the whole checking-into-the-hospital-to-have-a-baby incident. So I guess this would come in as the bronze medalist for nervous days in my life.
Pablo and I entered the wonderful world of the US Visa process six years ago when we naively purchased airline tickets to spend Christmas 2002 with my family. November 22, 2002 – a day of infamy . . . the day a rude awakening awaited us and set us on a journey that still hasn’t ended. A quick entrance to the consular offices, an even quicker denial and then a grueling four-hour bus ride back from Mexico City, heartbroken and crying our eyes out, pondering, not understanding why we had been denied a visitor’s visa.
Since then, I haven’t spent Christmas with my family in five years. Five Years! And every year we deck the halls with less holly, feel just a little less jolly and . . . ok, now I’m being dramatic!
Now we almost laugh at ourselves for thinking it could have been so easy. Now, six years later, we have been hardened, allowed ourselves to become a tad bitter and certainly don’t let ourselves get excited. Not excited and barely hopeful. The disappointment is just too harsh.
But today . . . today, we dare to dream.
Tomorrow, after a string of appointments and coincidental connections (and we’re pretty sure some extra help from above), we have been granted a personal interview with the Visa Chief at the American Embassy in Guadalajara. We know this is progress . . . I am allowed to enter through the door this time; I’ve never actually been allowed inside the building while Pablo was being searched, sorted, shuffled, and then escorted to a bank-teller type window to be issued a quick and painless (for them), painful (for us) “NO.” Tomorrow morning at 10 am, we are meeting with the big guy, the head hancho, the one who can grant or deny our 2008 wish for a Christmas in Wisconsin.
We have packed our papers – anything and everything that pertains to our life here in Mexico.
Bank statements from three accounts, health insurance, vehicle, land and home ownership, birth certificates, passports, my visa, marriage certificate, taxes, business license, car insurance, paypal statements, client finance reports and receipts, personal photographs, applications forms, deposit slips . . . and much more, hoping and praying that tomorrow is our day. It has to be, because for the first time in years, we have allowed ourselves to become hopeful.
We dare to dream . . . of a White Christmas, church with my family on the 24th, eating mom’s cookie selection (which for some reason is allowed for breakfast, lunch and dinner during the holidays), bundling Sophia in warm winter clothes and seeing (for the first time) her cheeks all red and chilled from the cold, introducing my grandparents to my husband after almost eight years of being together.
We dare to dream . . .
Pablo and I entered the wonderful world of the US Visa process six years ago when we naively purchased airline tickets to spend Christmas 2002 with my family. November 22, 2002 – a day of infamy . . . the day a rude awakening awaited us and set us on a journey that still hasn’t ended. A quick entrance to the consular offices, an even quicker denial and then a grueling four-hour bus ride back from Mexico City, heartbroken and crying our eyes out, pondering, not understanding why we had been denied a visitor’s visa.
Since then, I haven’t spent Christmas with my family in five years. Five Years! And every year we deck the halls with less holly, feel just a little less jolly and . . . ok, now I’m being dramatic!
Now we almost laugh at ourselves for thinking it could have been so easy. Now, six years later, we have been hardened, allowed ourselves to become a tad bitter and certainly don’t let ourselves get excited. Not excited and barely hopeful. The disappointment is just too harsh.
But today . . . today, we dare to dream.
Tomorrow, after a string of appointments and coincidental connections (and we’re pretty sure some extra help from above), we have been granted a personal interview with the Visa Chief at the American Embassy in Guadalajara. We know this is progress . . . I am allowed to enter through the door this time; I’ve never actually been allowed inside the building while Pablo was being searched, sorted, shuffled, and then escorted to a bank-teller type window to be issued a quick and painless (for them), painful (for us) “NO.” Tomorrow morning at 10 am, we are meeting with the big guy, the head hancho, the one who can grant or deny our 2008 wish for a Christmas in Wisconsin.
We have packed our papers – anything and everything that pertains to our life here in Mexico.
Bank statements from three accounts, health insurance, vehicle, land and home ownership, birth certificates, passports, my visa, marriage certificate, taxes, business license, car insurance, paypal statements, client finance reports and receipts, personal photographs, applications forms, deposit slips . . . and much more, hoping and praying that tomorrow is our day. It has to be, because for the first time in years, we have allowed ourselves to become hopeful.
We dare to dream . . . of a White Christmas, church with my family on the 24th, eating mom’s cookie selection (which for some reason is allowed for breakfast, lunch and dinner during the holidays), bundling Sophia in warm winter clothes and seeing (for the first time) her cheeks all red and chilled from the cold, introducing my grandparents to my husband after almost eight years of being together.
We dare to dream . . .
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Maripositas! (Spanish for Butterflies!)
Lorena, Sophia's nanny, is a BIG fan of butterflies - she makes crazy butterflies with her hands and fingers and flies them around in front of Sophia chanting "maripositas, maripositas, maripositas." She takes Sophia for walks in the park looking for butterflies. She even got a pedicure yesterday with butterflies painted on her big toe. I think I'm making my point here.
Yesterday, I dressed Sophia just for Lorena. Isn't she sweet in her Mariposita sweater?!
Yesterday, I dressed Sophia just for Lorena. Isn't she sweet in her Mariposita sweater?!
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
The Half-Birthday Girl!
Yep - it sounds cliche, but HOW time has flown! Pablo and I spent this morning watching the clock, reminiscing about the morning that we were surprised by Sophia's arrival and how much our baby has grown since then! Today Sophia turned 6 months and celebrated her 1/2 birthday... (and no, I do not plan to celebrate every half birthday throughout her life, but the first one seems somewhat of a landmark!) In honor of her 1/2 birthday, we made 1/2 cookie sandwiches - yummy yummy! While Soph got to manhandle them with her now-very-grabby hands, she did not get to taste-test! That was left to all the rest of us!
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
She's a Shopper!
Pablo, Michelle and I made a stop at Walmart on Sunday to pick up some groceries. We were exhausted from Saturday's wedding, but Sophia cheered us all up as she sat up like a big girl in the shopping cart!!! Adorable! Her tongue is also making frequent appearances lately - it is out of her mouth more often than in!
And yes, you may find it odd, but since May 12th we all carry our cameras absolutely everywhere - including Walmart!
And yes, you may find it odd, but since May 12th we all carry our cameras absolutely everywhere - including Walmart!
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Friday, November 7, 2008
10 Reasons I Adore Sophia
Our lives have certainly changed since May 12th - beyond what we ever expected. And despite sleepless nights and occasional baby meltdowns, we couldn't love our girlie more! The ten reasons I adore Sophia today:
10. She sleeps with a green dragon.
9. One minute she is a serious thinker - pondering the world . . .
8. And the next minute, she is chewing on her foot.
7. She helps out with household chores.
6. She is already a fashion icon - opting for trendy Care Bear tanks and belted pants rather than "babyish" onesies!
5. She sits . . .
4. And then topples over.
3. Despite her room full of educational and musical toys, she chews on a plastic spoon at every opportunity.
2. She adopted her beauty from her mom and her facial expressions from her dad.
1. She has as many tummy rolls as her mom.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Halloween Accomplished!
Alright . . . so we only got two of the three Halloween costumes on Soph! Thursday was just too hot and humid to dress her in a long-sleeved "Daddy's Little Devil" outfit, so we'll just save it for another day. She seems to act a bit devilish every now and then, so I'm sure we'll find a day that is appropriate!
Last night for Halloween, Sophia dressed as a little skeleton! After a long day without much sleep, she finally slept in the car on the way to the Malecon (boardwalk) for trick or treating baby style.
The first 15 minutes of the night Pablo wandered ahead of us with a sleeping Soph while Michelle and I basically googood and gagad over cute little kids dressed up and took pictures!
Then finally Sophia decided to join us with open eyes! She clung to her little Halloween pumpkin basket (thanks Michelle!) and trick or treated with glazed-over eyes and frequent yawns! She was a troooper though! She stayed out late and collected her fair share of treats!
Once Sophia was worn out, we wandered to the adult treats - Pablo, Michelle and I did our own trick or treating (only we didn't dress up and we had to pay for our treats!)
Our Mexico Halloween experience was actually much more than we imagined it would be! There were dozens of kids trick or treating on the boardwalk and a handful of really nice Americans handing out candy to the hopeful youngsters! And while not wanting to appear ungrateful, seriously . . . have these people not heard of Kit Kat bars or the like? We will most likely regift Sophia's Halloween candy to kids in our neighborhood! Not likely that mom and dad will be fighting over these goods!
But here's our 2009 Halloween Plea to family and friends! The saddest moment of our night was during the walk back to the car when I realized that we have booked a wedding for October 31, 2009! Aaaah! So I went through all the options in my head and decided that since we cannot miss the wedding, I will simply insist that an American grandma/grandpa/aunt/uncle/cousin/friend visit us at Halloween next year to take Sophia trick or treating! She'll be toddling, adorable and ready to celebrate! Who wants first dibs?
Last night for Halloween, Sophia dressed as a little skeleton! After a long day without much sleep, she finally slept in the car on the way to the Malecon (boardwalk) for trick or treating baby style.
The first 15 minutes of the night Pablo wandered ahead of us with a sleeping Soph while Michelle and I basically googood and gagad over cute little kids dressed up and took pictures!
Then finally Sophia decided to join us with open eyes! She clung to her little Halloween pumpkin basket (thanks Michelle!) and trick or treated with glazed-over eyes and frequent yawns! She was a troooper though! She stayed out late and collected her fair share of treats!
Once Sophia was worn out, we wandered to the adult treats - Pablo, Michelle and I did our own trick or treating (only we didn't dress up and we had to pay for our treats!)
Our Mexico Halloween experience was actually much more than we imagined it would be! There were dozens of kids trick or treating on the boardwalk and a handful of really nice Americans handing out candy to the hopeful youngsters! And while not wanting to appear ungrateful, seriously . . . have these people not heard of Kit Kat bars or the like? We will most likely regift Sophia's Halloween candy to kids in our neighborhood! Not likely that mom and dad will be fighting over these goods!
But here's our 2009 Halloween Plea to family and friends! The saddest moment of our night was during the walk back to the car when I realized that we have booked a wedding for October 31, 2009! Aaaah! So I went through all the options in my head and decided that since we cannot miss the wedding, I will simply insist that an American grandma/grandpa/aunt/uncle/cousin/friend visit us at Halloween next year to take Sophia trick or treating! She'll be toddling, adorable and ready to celebrate! Who wants first dibs?
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