I think I may be in trouble

Today I asked Aixah if she would be nice with baby Jonah.
We were cuddling on the couch together after bathing and it was just the perfect time.
I guess Aixah is sick of hearing about baby Jonah and mami's panza, so she quickly answered, 'no,' and gave me a nice wacking across my VERY pregnant belly.
And here I thought she wasn't the jealous type, hmm...

My picture of the day

Only one good photo of Aixah taken this weekend, but one that I love nonetheless.

The cowgirl:

Trying to go vintage and a tighter crop.

Are you happy, mami?

I'm about to head out but I just wanted to write out this dialogue that Aixah and I just had.


Mami, are you happy?"

Me, slumped on the couch looking miserable, "No, mami's sad."

"You're sad? What's wrong, mami?"

"My stomach hurts." In reality, I'm having a little anxiety attack over having baby #2. My stress tends to reflect on some very uncomfortable stomach cramps.

"Oh don't worry, mami," a look of concern washes over her face like no other and she proceeds to give me a belly rub. Then her eyes light up and she says, "band-aid."

You see, my daughter's a genius, and she thinks that a band-aid takes away all pain. So off she goes in search of a band-aid. She comes back with diaper rash cream and, very gently, rubs it over my belly. "You're OK, mami."

Pregnancy is...

(I'm remembering those little activities that we did in elementary school, where we would have to write our name vertically and write a poem using the letters of our name--I forget the name, haiku poem, maybe?). I'm bored, so here goes my attempt using the word PREGNANCY:

Preparing to have a baby

Rip through your insides and eventually rip out of you or be ripped out

Everyone is happy for you but no one actually wants to be in your place. 

Grants you the ability to gain 40 lbs. in 40 weeks in all the wrong places.

Nobody cares how sick you feel, they are only asking to be polite.

And now you have an excuse to forgo those plans to diet.

Not that I needed to diet, gosh no ;)

Careful if you get sick. You can basically only take Tylenol or Benadryl. And people will still look at you like you are a horrible mother-to-be because you can't just ride out the pain.

Your breasts will engorge and swell up to the size of balloons.  You want to feel sexy but you can't because, check it out, now you can make milk! 

And of course, the end result is a beautiful baby:

And they will love you and cry for you.  They will learn your smell, drink your milk, cry for you some more.  And then one day, they will put both hands on  their hips, look you straight in the eye with the most defiant look and one you've only seen on TV and say, "I no love you, mami, ok."

That day came for me yesterday, at about 6:30 PM in the evening after coming home from work.

Yeah well, some days I don't like her very much either, so there. *sticks out tongue*

My poor, sick baby

This was her Sunday night, right before bed.  As happy as can be with her new puppy:

Then Monday we spent the day together.  She was fine.  I put her down for a nap.  She sleeps three full hours and wakes up vomiting.

Poor thing is miserable. I place her on the floor so that I can strip the bed sheets and when I walk to the living room I find her slumped on the floor like this:

 She ended up puking again an hour later and was then happy as can 

be. Notice that even though she is sick she is clutching her Tag Junior, her new toy, for dear life, lol.

Friday-Home with Aixah

Did I mention that my new cut in hours involves having Monday's and Friday's off?

Well, to keep my sanity I am trying to take Aixah outside right before her nap and just snap a few pictures of her. Today didn't work out so well as I was hungry and she was exhausted. We were both two crabby people.


Most of the photos are out of focus.

My two favorite pictures of Aixah

Here she is at 2 years and 5 months:

Isn't she beautiful? Seriously, she has the best features, add to that her sassy personality and you have THE cutest kid.