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.

Whoa, it's got a face!

Those were the exact words muttered from my Dad when I showed him my sons 20 week u/s pictures. Now I'll be honest, he's not very cute. But give the poor kid a break, he's not even a pound yet. Oh and for the record he is 14 ounces and his heart rate was 151. Apparently he doubled his weight in a 3 week period.





Here's Jonah Blake:

I am 5 months pregnant and starting my 6th month. Something like that, who can keep count. My stomach feels so tight and heavy. It hurts especially on the right side. I can feel my skin stretching and ouch it hurts. It's uncomfortable to sleep. I'm sleeping with three pillows and I'm favoring my left side. I'm a back sleeper by nature but that position is so hard on me. It feels like some one is sitting on my chest and I can't breathe. I remember being uncomfortable with Aixah but not until much later. Some times I have to take Benadryl to help me sleep. And I hate that I'm such a light sleeper. So all those nights that Victor goes into bed late I wake up and then it takes me about an hour to fall back asleep. Or those times that Victor barges into the bedroom for no apparent reason and asks me, "Are you sleeping?" Hello, are you serious? I'm a pregnant insomniac. You better be tiptoeing around me if I so much as have my eyes closed.

Work has slowed down lots. It went from being crazy busy to now only workin 20 hours a week. My new schedule is Tues, Wed and Thurs. I'm happy to have Mondays and Fridays off.

OK, I'm off to bed. It's almost 2AM here, waaay past my bedtime but the Yankees just won the world series and I was celebrating with a bucket of popcorn, mmm.