This may not be apt for all audiences...

Juan and I bathe together nightly, well most nights that is, unless I am too tired or he is too tired, but on most nights it has become some what of a ceremony. Claudio starts the water, I begin undressing Juani, Claudio ends the undressing round, I undress and head to the bathroom, Claudio brings me our little spider monkey, and we play until we are wrinkled and relaxed. Then we yell for Claudio, who brings the warm towels, I hand the monkey back to Papi like a hot potato, take my time finishing my bath and by the time I arrive dressed and in the living room, Juani is dressed and crying for his night cap booby. Clockwork!
Well last night we had a little change of plans...
Everything was going smoothly until the "playing until we are wrinkled and relaxed" part came into play. It seems that Juan got a bit too relaxed before he got wrinkled...
We had our rubber ducky and dolphin and our color rings all floating about, when suddenly I saw something unrecognizable. I jumped slightly, thinking it was a cockroach or some other sort of amazon sized insect inhabits these parts of the humid Pampa, though as I scooped it into a cup I was not quite sure what it was, so I did what all good mothers do, I yelled for daddy!
As I was yelling for daddy, once, twice, three times, I grew nervous in my inspection, unable to identify the floating object. I lifted Juani up and out of the tub, only to see a long perfectly shaped turd floating like a tail behind him. My yelling for daddy grew in decibel level upon my discovery! Our nightly bath time had turned into toilet time! After flushing the turd, draining the bathtub, scouring it with bleach, waiting for the hot water heater to kick into gear, and finally filling the tub again, Juani and I were too tired to have too much fun in the tub, but we had a good laugh about it anyway.

Our son, the yoga master...

So I knew that I would give birth to a special sort of child, but here is proof...

Yes, that was, I believe, a variation of downward dog.

We're Baaack!

Por Fin! I think the have finally resolved the issues at hand with my computer and thanks to my charisma and charm (followed by "Danger! Explodes when Angered" warnings, I did not have to pay anything more than I already had.
It seems to be back to it's normal self, at least for now so keep your fingers crossed.
I am going to keep my words short today and, as promised, simply shower you with videos and photos that I am sure are long awaited.

Sooo loves his walker!

Claudio loves making Juan laugh, I'm not sure who is the bigger kid here.
Sorry the lighting isn't very good!

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So I bet you are all wondering why I haven't posted anything new and lovely on the blog lately, well let me tell you, I never fully realized just how much internet affects my everyday life, how entirely dependent I am on it, and how I feel just short of crying from frustration when I can not, check email correspondence, call my family, chat with friends, listen to music, download photos and videos for re-post, I suddenly feel like I don't know what I am going to do with myself!

I, oh so savvy computer tech (laughing under my breathe)decided it was high time I went out and invested in a wireless internet connection so that both of my laptops could be surfing the web at all times, (ok I admit, I secretly just want to be able to lay in bed and chat with you guys! what a lazy ass I am huh?)
So I went out, bought the best wireless router money can buy came home, attempted installation, and was stumped. Digging myself into an IT whole, I connected, reconnected, disconnected, installed, and uninstalled, but to no avail. Finally, swallowing my pride, I confessed to not REALLY being a technician and called someone to solve my problems.
60 pesos later, the problem was not solved.
2 days later, exchanges of equipment, and more phone calls to my service provider, I was still attempting to configure my new toy. Through tears of frustration I again called the Techy for help and he was able to set up the modem, but only for one of my computers, the old one that has none of the fun programs on it like Skype and Publisher, things I use daily...He then had to take my new beautiful notebook with him for further assessment, with hopes of resolving the problem in 24 hours...well those 24 hours have passed, and I am still here biting my nails as to whether or not I am really to blame for this entire mess!
Boy have I learned my lesson. Never again will I try to "save money" by doing it myself. I plan to just call the god damned expert from the get go and save time, headache, and money, in he long run.

I have been taking lots of lovely videos to post for you guys as soon as I get my addiction back so, stay tuned. In the meantime you will have to just settle for my words and my love, and know that I miss you all.

First Food!

Yesterday we got the official "ok" from the pediatrician to begin introducing foods to Juani! Of course I am thrilled about this new step in life as it allows him to join me at the dinner table, which means maybe, just maybe, I will begin to be able to eat without him on my lap! So, after debating what his first solid intake should be, I gave into traditional culture. Here in Argentina, nearly everyone's first food is pureed butternut squash. (also known as pumpkin squash) He ate like a champ and made a mess while doing so. But we had a blast. His facial expressions are priceless, which is why we made a video, because photos were just not capturing it.
I hope you enjoy it!

I am not biased!

My son is simply the cutest kid I have ever seen. And I am not the only one who seems to think so. People stop us in the street to tell me how beautiful he is (see previous entry's face touching "awers" refrence) Women are already melting at his feet as he plays coy, grinning yet turning away as if he were actually shy. (yeah right!)
There are days that I look at him and wonder, how did I get so lucky? There are day when I watch him sleep and think to myself, now can one individual be so perfect?

News of the week:
So after sleeping through the night by 4 months, we obviously had to digress to waking upon every hour just to make sure I get the full experience of motherhood. After 3 back to back sleepless nights I finally decided I would merely let him grunt and protest in his crib all by his lonesome, hoping and praying he would go back to sleep. WRONG! His grunt quickly escalated to mild screams and finally a bit of crying, yet I was determined to go back to sleep, inviting him to do the same (once he had tired himself out of course) However, I was completely unsuccessful and here is why. After about 10 minutes of attempting to ignore him from across the hall I suddenly heard magic words. That is right ladies and gentlemen, my Argentine American son began babbling mama mama mama with an Italian accent. Of course, I broke and immediately gave in, kissing him from head to toe, my frowns turning to smiles, as I tucked him beside me, in the end, giving him what he wanted, his Mama.
Other, news on the forefront is that it appears Juan has a thing for older women. He has somewhat of a Czechoslovakian girlfriend! Her name is Maggie and she comes to play once a week while I give her mother Spanish classes.

So cute! So innocent!

oh man oh man

These last two weeks have been soooooooo difficult. Surprisingly, however, not because of being a mommy, but because I was forced to recognize my own limitations. I took on a job that I thought I could handle and failed miserably. For someone that is "pert near perfect" that is a hard egotistical realization to have.

So while some things marched into reverse, other things continued moving forward, like...I got a babysitter!!!!!!! Her name is Florencia, she is 17, she is fantastic. The first day she began, Juan fell asleep in her arms within 10 minutes of their meeting, and that is when I knew it was love from the get go so I hired her on the spot and now, not only do I have time to think and breathe and bathe, but my house is spic and span, dinner is done each night, Juan is happy all day, and so is his mommy!

There is oh so much to tell you all... like, Juani has started adding some "mamamamas into his blah blah blahs" He smiles all the time causing each and every "street awer" (the people that stop and try to touch my child's face saying "awe so cute" while I secretly fantasize about cutting their finger off and screaming "who the hell are you and what in god's name possessed you to touch a child you do not know!") to stop in their tracks and attempt to touch Juani's face saying, "awe, he is so cute! look at how he smiles" "Yes I know, he is effing cute, now get your grimy hands away from him you freak!" Or at least that is something of the dialogue that goes on in my head while strain to continue smiling.

He is weighing in at nearly 19 pounds these days! So I am in dire need of my mommy's magic healing hands. He is nearly sitting on his own...toppling over from time to time. He tries his darndest to crawl but goes backwards instead of forwards, followed by shrieking cries of frustration.
In about two weeks we will begin introducing food, though we have already allowed him to taste a few things...lemon, beef, apple, banana...nothing solid, just flavors. (the lemon is the best!)
Here are some of the latest photos...