Wednesday, December 30, 2009


I think that "luck" doesn't really mean very much... it's an optimist's word. You often hear people talk about "being lucky" in reference to pretty ordinary things. "I'm just lucky to be alive," makes tons of sense if it's spoken right after a near death experience, but people more often use it as an optimist's ultimate generalization... (ie, everything in my life sucks, but at least I'm alive and therefore I am lucky!) By no means am I bashing optimists since I consider myself to be an optimist and I certainly consider myself lucky... lucky to have Radar... lucky to live in the Bahamas... lucky to have my crazy family and nutty friends... and yes, lucky to be alive!

But every now and then, "luck" really does seem to apply to specific events. And in my estimation, I had a big stoke of luck yesterday! Radar and I had our flight back to the Bahamas at 4:35pm yesterday. Since the botched terrorist attack on Christmas, the news has been all abuzz about extra security measures and longer lines. To be safe, mom and I agreed that Radar and I should be at the airport two hours before our flight (even though it's just a 35 minute flight, it is an international flight). That gave us an ETD from the house of 2:15pm.

But when 2pm rolled around, Radar conked out for a nap on top of his Grammy. There aren't too many things sweeter than a baby sleeping on his grandmother's chest. And who really wants to disturb such a scene just to get to the airport a little early? So, we waited a bit and let Radar get a full half hour nap. I had everything packed in the car and ready to go, so all I had to do was to grab Radar and strap him in the car while Grammy made a quick last minute trip to the bathroom - we made our move at 2:35... close enough to our original schedule.

Radar was a little groggy and I thought maybe he'd fall right back to sleep when I put him in the car seat. So I sat him down and instead of sleepy eyes, his eyes all of a sudden bugged out, he looked at me and barfed! And I'm not talking a little spit up... I'm talking projectile vomit all over himself and the car seat. I quickly grabbed him and another gusher landed on me. I turned to hold him facing away from me and another one landed on the car door! One more for the ground and back inside we went. Change of plans I announced to mom!!!

In a ten-ish minute window, we were somehow able to dig through the suitcases for two total clothes changes, bathe Radar, sort of clean up the car and car seat... and we were on our way to the airport again, in a very vomitty smelling car, by about 2:50pm.

So, why am I so lucky? Well, the way I figure it, this same incident could very easily have happened at the airport or on the plane. It could have very easily been so, so much worse for me! Radar certainly wasn't lucky because he felt crummy and he didn't really care where or when he puked up all of his food from the previous two days... but it made a world of difference to me!!! And since I had to rush off to the airport, I wasn't stuck cleaning up the puked up car or barf clothes... my mom got stuck with that, so she's not so lucky either! But me? Lady luck was shining down on me yesterday and that ain't just the optimist in me talking!!!

Are any of you out there as lucky as I am???!!!

Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

PS - Something we'll miss about Florida is that we won't be able to go for long "nap rides." Every day of our visit, we would head out somewhere in the morning and Radar would crash out almost immediately. Then we would find others things to do to let him nap... add a shopping stop or drive to the Target that's half an hour away so as not to have to wake up my sleeping monkey. More often then not, Grammy would hang out in the car with Radar while mommy went shopping.

This was a stop at the tile store, where Grammy had gone in to pick out tile for her bathroom. I jumped out of the car and snapped a picture of sleepy Radar through the back window.

By the second shot, he'd woken up.

And by the third he was smiling.

These were shot just seconds apart.
You just have to love this little boy!!!!

Sunday, December 27, 2009

He's 90% afterall

All this recent obsessing about Radar registering a 20% on the stupid height chart has been totally misguided. And I hold myself accountable for not paying closer attention. But even a dunce like me eventually gets it when the obvious is placed right under her nose, then she's slapped across the face with it and finally head dunked into a barrel of it!

And what, you ask, finally led to my great epiphany? Well, the real Epiphany isn't celebrated until the 12th day of Christmas, so I guess I was lucky to have mine on Christmas night. When the sun went down, we went out in search of Christmas lights because we thought Radar might get a kick out of them (he's a BIG fan of lights). And we were right!!! He was in his element.

Take this house for example...

Radar jumped right to action without any prompting...

... he seemed to know all the ins and outs of this little village... how could that be since he'd never been here before?

And finally it hit me! Of course he's been here before!!! And he isn't a 20% on the growth chart... at least not when you use the correct chart! See, if you measure him on the "Christmas Elf" chart, then he's a whopping 90%!!

Lots of love,
Titi and her Christmas Elf

Saturday, December 26, 2009

I think Radar's a fan

I think that Radar's a fan of this thing called Christmas.
And why wouldn't he be?
Sure getting dragged out of bed at 5:30am is tough...

...but when you follow that up with a Dunkin Donuts' green and red sprinkled Christmas donut at the airport, then the day starts to look up.

Then when you get to meet your Auntie-doo Kimberdoo for the first time and ...
...cry a little...

...laugh a little...

... and even ride a bear!
Well, then you know this is some kind of special day!

And finally, when you get to see your godmother who you haven't seen in way too long...

... and give her a big fat kiss...
Well, then you know it's Christmas!!!

We hope that you all had a Christmas as wonderful as ours!!
Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Noche Buena indeed

We're off to Florida on the early flight tomorrow.
We wish you all a very Merry Christmas!!!

An especially big Merry Christmas to Rafa and Antonio over in Iraq...

We love you, we miss you and wish you were home!!!

Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Out of the blue

So, it's just two days until Christmas. The night before Noche Buena. So naturally I'm going to blog with the season, right?

Absolutely not. I think instead I'll blog about a story that hit me out of the blue today when Radar was playing with his blue rubber ducky. Some of you already know the story - but what the hey... it's a Pazos trait to retell stories even when everyone in the room shouts, "yes, we've heard it before!"

This one goes back to when I was about 8 or 9 weeks pregnant with Radar. Just about any lady who's ever been pregnant can tell you that pregnancy causes weird dreams - all the hormones I guess. Well, I was going up to visit Grammy in Maine and spent the night in a hotel after a late flight into Portland. Having lost my first baby Bennett to trisomy 18, I guess I also had plenty of worry weighing on my mind in those early weeks. Then I settled in for my slumber...

The first thing I remember were the contractions. But I was only halfway through my pregnancy. Babies can't survive at that early gestation. I remember crying hysterically and begging the doctors to find a way to stop the contractions. They had me hooked up to tubes and were administering IV meds to try to stop them, but they only kept getting stronger. I was sobbing and begging for this not to be happening. The agony was so real. And then real labor started and there was no stopping it.

I remember how it dragged on for what seemed an eternity. It was one of those dreams that you try to wake from and can't. I was trying to hold back, but I couldn't and after an emotionally agonizing labor, I felt the birth and my spirit was totally defeated. I knew that I had lost yet another baby.

And then I heard it... a QUACK. One of the doctors held my child up and said with cheery pride, "It's a duck! I full sized, healthy duck!" And there it was... a mallard, I think! I was flabbergasted and pissed. All I could think was that the cryobank had ripped me off and given me duck sperm! Then I was horrified because I imagined what people would think... they would think that I'd been sleeping with a duck!!! I guess I'm just not someone who counts her blessings enough, because never once in that dream was I relieved that my baby was healthy.

And that is my out of the blue story... I'll see if I can't get back on the Christmas track for tomorrow's post.

And in case some of you don't get a chance to check back, we wish you and your families (ducks included) a healthy and joyous Christmas!!!

Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Subbing for Maria

Anyone who isn't a fan of substitutes might want to take that topic up with Radar and Fanny... and with me for that matter. Since Maria is off to Peru for the holidays, Rita has been good enough to step in and pinch hit!

It's the kind of pinch hitting that can land you in the Hall of Fame!!!

Thank you Rita!

Titi and Radar

Sunday, December 20, 2009

It's all relative

Thank you all for your nice and reassuring comments about Radar's staggering 20% rating for height (including Uncle Stefan's very useful tips regarding heels... I know that he speaks from experience!)

Not to worry - height is just relative anyway. See, if Radar just keeps smaller company, he'll never know that he's a bit below average on those stupid charts!

Plus, if his voice is grand, who really cares if an opera singer is short?

Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

PS - To the annonymous Tim from Canada... you are right. The way the world really works is that people meet for companionship, then sometimes they get married and have children. They never divorce. They are never infertile. They never cheat. They never have children out of wedlock. But I am very, very weird and different, and some rumors have it that I'm not from this world which might explain why my path looks a little different from the real one you describe. As for single parents and sex, since that is your final question and the last one I'll be addressing, I suggest you go to google and type that in... I'll bet there's no shortage of good answers out there for you. I'm not an advice column. Good luck.

Friday, December 18, 2009

Chart this!

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Dear Mr. Growth Chart,

Shut up! Oh, and go to hell!

I took my baby boy in for his one year doctor’s appointment this Monday. Everything the doctor had to say was positive. He said my baby boy is normal and healthy and developing very well in every single way. My little trooper had his MMR (measles, mumps and rubella) shot and his chicken pox vaccine. He cried for less than 30 seconds with each shot and then it was done. My kid is tough. He’s meeting all his milestones just fine. He’s learning two languages (three if you count how he’s beginning to imitate the dog’s bark). To me, my child is exceptional and to everyone else, he’s completely normal!

If it weren’t for you, I would score the visit a 1000% success. But you had to go and tell me that my son is under the 25% line for his length and right on the 25% line for weight. I know my boy is a little smaller than most of his friends his age (and some of his friends who are younger than him), but it’s not a big deal. None of the kids or mothers give a hoot. To them, my son fits right in with his peers. They don’t look at him and say, “Man, he’s small... what is he? A 20%er?” It’s not like he looks tiny when he’s sitting with the other kids – it’s just that if they’re sitting side by side, you see one kid is a little taller than the other. On your stupid chart, 1 inch covers about 25% points at the age of one year. Really? You want to call my kid a midget over one inch?

See, there are plenty of us in my family that aren’t that big (at least not vertically speaking). But we’re not that small either. We’re normal. So it makes sense if my son isn’t very tall. But I don’t need to hear any crap about him being in the 20th percentile… I don’t like what that does to my thoughts about his development.

Let me tell you a few facts about my son Mr. Growth Chart. He is devastatingly handsome (in the 99% on my chart). He is charming and smart. He makes me laugh every day. And he is 100% normal!!! I could tell you what to do with your statistical mumbo jumbo, but instead I’ll just ask you to please shut up and leave me alone.

Oh, and GO TO HELL!!!

Up yours,
Radar’s mom

PS - On a happier note... guess who finally shed her Grinch costume and went and got a Christmas tree???

Wednesday, December 16, 2009


December 16, 2008

December 16, 2009

And in between have been the most delicious 365 days of my life.

Happy Birthday my sweet, funny, darling son.

I love you more than all the chocolate in Switzerland!!!



Tuesday, December 15, 2009

bring bring

One week ago tonight we were at my mom's house getting ready to return home the next morning. In the middle of the night Radar was tossing and turning and sitting up... I felt him and he clearly had a significant fever (didn't have the thermometer, so don't know what it was). Worst of all, he put his hand to his ear and I thought - "Oh no! An ear infection right before a flight! This could be horrible!"

But as it turns out, Radar and I just had some sort of cold / bug that didn't particularly effect the ears. Radar slept on the flight home... never made a peep. Whew... but we weren't really out of the woods just yet. He was stuffy and snotty and feverish and miserable for a couple of days and again, he put his hand to his ear. I checked and there didn't seem to be excess wax. I smelled and there was nothing (they say that you can often smell an ear infection). I touched around his ear and he didn't seem to have any sensitivity or tenderness.

As Radar kept getting better, I noticed that he'd touch his ear now and then. I wasn't overly concerned, but I made a mental note to ask the doctor during Radar's upcoming 1 year visit (which was yesterday - I'll report more on that in another post).

It wasn't until a couple of days ago that I was clued into what was going on... I was sitting, playing with Radar on the floor and the phone rang.

See, I have lots of books in Spanish and I've encouraged Maria to read to Radar - but she doesn't do that. She does however talk on the phone for a good part of every day and on the weekdays when I happen to be home, the phone rings at least 10 times during the day. I feel very much like Maria's answering service. So, I guess Radar's just trying to help out! Kids!!!

But we love Maria and she's heading off this Saturday to Peru to spend Christmas with her family. We'll miss her and we'll be happy to see her when she's back on January 3rd!

Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

PS - Um... did I happen to mention that tomorrow is Radar's birthday!!!!?????!!!! AAAAHHHHH!!!!

Monday, December 14, 2009

Don't be too hard on the pug

This week's challenge on I heart faces is "Pets only".

One year ago...

almost to the day...

Fanny was Queen Bee.

Life was good.

Life was a day at the beach!

Then on December 16, 2008 everything changed.

An alien came and stole her limelight with no warning.

This has been the hardest year of her life.

So before we shift the focus back to Radar
in the coming days...

let's cut the pug some slack...

and wish her a happy belated 4th birthday
(which was on Dec 8th)!

I still love you Fanny...

even when you poop on the baby!!!

Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Private thoughts

"'s 2:30pm... we have Omar's birthday party to go to... Fanny pooped this morning... she tends to get jealous when we leave her... but she'll be fine... I'll throw her a cookie before we go."

" cute... Radar is crawling into everything... he loves getting into things..."

"...back from the party... let's take Fanny for a walk... oh good, she's pooping... she's finally growing up... good girl..."

" cute... Radar really loves getting into things... this will make for a good post..."

"...catching up on the news... surfing the internet... gosh Radar is quiet... that can't be good..."

"...OH SHIT!"

"...strip baby... wash baby in sink... ... NO!!! Do not stop to take a picture of your baby covered in dog shit!!! OH GOD... I hope he didn't eat any!!! Gross... those are little finger marks running through the poop, aren't they!?"

"...poor Radar... it's between his toes and fingers... I guess it's like fun, clumpy, smelly finger paint to him... hmm... I don't think that clump started off on the toy... someone must have put it there..."

"... damn pug!"

"...note to self... don't forget that the things Radar likes to get into now include dog poop...

Lots of love and sorry if I grossed any of you out... I promise I was more grossed out than you!!!
Titi, Radar and a VERY BAD PUG!