Saturday, May 30, 2009

Saturday jam session... with drool



Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

And a VERY IMPORTANT PS -

Happy Birthday Tio Miguel!!!!

18 years... wow! Seems it was just yesterday that you were the baby in the family!

Love you!

Friday, May 29, 2009

Peace be with you

On this Friday night as Radar and I are recovering from our colds, we've decided to just pass a peaceful night at home. And why not? After all, our last name is Pazos and in Spanish "paz" means peace. So I guess you could say that a Pazos piece is peace (how much wood would a woodchuck chuck?) Anyway, to promote peace, we broke out a new pacifier since a "pacifier" is one who makes peace.


But in the end, Radar thought that it would be best to revert to his yellow ducky pacifier and as he drifted off into a peaceful sleep, he wished us all peace.

At least that's what it looks like to me.

So goodnight to all and "peace out!"

Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

ps - There may be a prize if someone can drag out the pazos piece is peace line into a full tongue twister.

pss - On her blog, Jenna posted some videos of her son Logan at his swimming lessons and he's doing great, so I thought I'd post this picture of me when I won my first swimming trophies... please note the very high-tech speed suit! Move over Michael Phelps. Keep it up Logan - swimming is by far the best sport in the world!!

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Cuteness overload

I loved Marco's comment on yesterday's post. "Cuteness overload!" I could not agree more. Even today, with a sore throat and a fever of 101, I laughed out loud at least 10 times when Radar looked at me and smiled or laughed. And since I did absolutely nothing today, I thought that I'd just go to Radar's closet and pick out a super cute outfit and do a mini photo shoot... more cuteness overload.

So, I don't know if you remember the mini photo shoot I did back on January 24th in this cute outfit...


Radar was swimming in the outfit, but I'd just gotten it and couldn't help myself.

But then it went into the closet and I pretty much forgot all about it... until today. Good thing too, because this is probably the last time Radar will be able to wear it. Although I hope that one day my clothes that currently burst at the seams will fit again, that isn't how it works with Radar. And what a waste it would have been to miss one last chance to see my little bug in this outfit.

Cuteness Overload!!!!


Oh, and please check out the new link on the sidebar under Antonio's deployment countdown. He's started a blog from Iraq in order to keep us all posted. I got an e-mail today where he reported that some of the care packages have started to arrive already and they are very much appreciated. He also thanked everyone for the Memorial Day pictures - they were completely unexpected and gave him a big lift. Thanks!

Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Sitting pretty

You probably don't remember when you first sat, but it's rocky stuff at first. Sitting on the floor is easier because it's a stable platform... sitting on something smooshy, like a bed, is harder because you tip over more often. But once you become an expert, you can sit anywhere and that's when sitting is really fun!




And hopefully you can see from the pictures that our little Radar is feeling 95% better! The rest of us are a mess (mommy is 95% worse and Fanny had to go to vet because she has a urinary tract infection and is now on antibiotics), but our spirits are high.

On another topic... after a very competitive race and a record voter turnout, Tia Sara squeaked by with a victory in the Worst Mother contest! Congratulations Tia Sara, you seem to win them all... good and bad! I have selected a very special book for you which Radar will autograph when we're in Miami next week and I'll post some pictures before getting it to you.

We're calling it an early one tonight so sweet dreams to all!

Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

PS - Our night time ritual is to read (or eat) a good book before dozing off...

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Cold War

I wrote last week about Radar's first real cold. My mom always says that if you don't treat a cold it lasts 2 weeks, but if you do all the right things and take all the right medicines, it only lasts 14 days.


That being said, we're still very much in the middle of it! This is really the first time I've had to use the nasal sucky thing on a regular basis... and the verdict is... Radar HATES IT!


This is also the first time that Radar has had post nasal drip that causes him to wake up gasping for air and choking on his snot and spit... and the verdict is... Mommy HATES IT!


Then there's the cough which has started to turn over, which I guess is a good thing because it means that the crap in there is loosening up (don't sweat it if you're confused, I'm using some pretty sophisticated medical terminology here). I did consider doing the new mommy panic thing where I call the doctor over every sneeze, but instead I've used common sense and the internet. Common sense tells me this is a cold. The internet tells me that babies get lots of colds, so get used to it. Common sense tells me that a baby who hasn't lost his appetite is not a seriously sick baby. The internet says that snot that continues to run clear (not green) indicates there's no infection. Common sense tells me that a baby who still smiles between coughing fits and laughs when I eat his belly and legs (it's my new breakfast routine... I'll have to get it on camera) is ok so far. And the internet agrees.

So it's been a bit tough to blog too much over these last days because the other thing I've learned is that a baby with a cold = a mommy who doesn't sleep. When he's awake I can't blog and when he's asleep, I sleep. The other thing I've learned is that baby colds are contageous and that they pass easily to mommies. That's why I'm working from home this afternoon with a sore throat and stuffy nose.... hey, maybe I'll try the suction thing on my nose!

But we are determined to win this cold war with the weapons we have on hand... breast milk, nasal sucky thing, baby Tylenol and rest when we can get it! I promise you that we won't forget to stop and smell the flowers - even when we can't breath through our noses!!! Wish us luck.


Lots of snnnnortttts,
Titi and Radar


PS - Here's one of the milestones I promised. If given incentive enough (aka Fanny), Radar can now flip from his back to his tummy. Crawling is just around the corner (and I suspect that chasing Fanny might again be all the incentive he'll need!)

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Thinking of you on Memorial Day Antonio!!

Message from Tia Sara

The Science Pundit spent all day celebrating with you (sort of)



St. Francis wants you!

Jack and Sara


And everyone else in the Radar Love community wishes you and all the guys over there a good Memorial Day!

Lots of love,
All of us!

Friday, May 22, 2009

Let the voting begin!

UPDATE

Not only do we have a neck and neck race (currently a three way tie), but we also have a bit of a lobbying campaign going on in the comments! Feel free to add your tid-bits if you have a favorite. Joan Crawford seems to think that being outside of the family puts her at a disadvantage. That says to me that she thinks we're a back-biting, miserable bunch that wish to put our own down! Could it be because that's how it is in her family? So maybe she is the worst mother!

But then it is true that the Science Pundit didn't trip and spill his whiskey into Dardo's bottle, so maybe he really is the worst. Then there was the time he screamed at Miguel (who was 8 or so) for not pouring a beer correctly from the keg.

And finally there is Tia Sara, who plays the sweet little mother on the outside, and yet let her 8 or 9 year old daughter get absolutely trashed one New Year's Eve with her 11 or 12 year old cousin (that's me). "It's just a little champagne," she said. Waking up with your head in the toilet is a hard enough lesson for a pre-teen to learn... but an 8 or 9 year old?

So you tell me... who is the WORST mother?

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Ok, back to the topic of bad mothering... but before we continue, I thought I'd share this story I read today. Maybe it's not quite bad mothering... "dumb" might be a better word (Lizzie, it looks like this family is in NZ, so if you need a hole dug in your backyard, give them a buzz!)

Dumb mother story.

Now onto bigger and badder things. I want to thank everyone who posted or sent me their bad mother confessions. Lizzie, Marco, Anne, Kimberdoo, mom and everyone else - I want to assure you that you're ALL bad mothers. But not everyone can be the worst. That's the hard thing about competitions. So, with no further ado, I give you the finalists:


Joan Crawford in Searsport: This is a quaint little story about taking her nine year old daughter Kate to the local mall. Ms. Crawford went to the Grocery with her older daughter and sent her young daughter to the Drugstore to shoplift (or look at comics... really bad mothers don't bother with such details). Mommy Dearest took her time and after loading everything into the car, headed out the back road with her older daughter to her house in the country. About four miles out they sensed that something was wrong? YES, they had left poor Kate at the mall alone!!! She turned around and sped back to town where she found a very unhappy child standing in front of the store, holding her Little Lulu and Mars Bar. And to add insult to injury, when the incident has been brought up in conversation over the years, Ms. Crawford's response is, “I should have left you there!”

The Science Pundit: This account was not told by the perpetrator, but rather by yours truly who was the key witness and it was nominated by the victim baby. This is a nominee for worst mother-brother. Back in May of 1982, the Science Pundit and I welcomed a new baby brother, Dardo, into the family. We would spend every other weekend at my dad's house and were often recruited into babysitting. I, as a 14 year old sister and godmother, was very happy to oblige and took the job very seriously. The Science Pundit... well, not so much. What I remember most about Dardo's early months is the crying. Dardo cried a lot. On one occasion, evening came and I tried for over an hour to calm his crying with no luck at all. The Science Pundit, feeling bad for me and overcome with brotherly love, asked me to let him try. I went downstairs and waited. It couldn't have been more than 10 minutes before the upstairs was quite as a summer breeze. Jealous and exasperated, I asked the Science Pundit how he'd gotten Dardo to go to sleep? “Easy,” he said, “I just put a shot of whiskey in his bottle.”

Tia Sara: This nominee submitted her entry late, but it was so worth the wait. She fondly remembers her son Carlo's first day of kindergarten. They had gone to orientation to meet the teacher and the other students and to get to know about the bus schedules. As per instructions, she had written a name tag (with address and phone number and had pinned it on Carlo). They went down to the bus stop early because they were so exited and joined a little group of kids already there. The bus came and stopped; before she let Carlo get on, she asked the driver if this bus was for kindergarten also. He assured her it was. What she did not bother to ask was what school the bus was for. She also neglected to read the side of the bus that would have informed her that the bus belonged to the German School. Thanks to the name tag, she was called when the Germans did not find Carlo enrolled in any of their classes. She felt pretty stupid when she went to pick up Carlo and then had to explain everything again when she got him to his proper school (when the day was nearly over). Way to go Tia Sara!! I think that everyone will understand Carlo better and have a little more sympathy.


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That's it! Now it's time to vote for worst mother. The poll is over on the sidebar. The winner will win a Radar autographed book... the book will depend on the winner and that's why I'm not naming it here. Good luck!

Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

Thursday, May 21, 2009

A latin pig's tale

The account you are about to read is based on a true story... the names and pictures have been changed to protect the innocent (and the guilty). No other facts have been changed.

This is a story about a sick baby with his first real cold... we'll call the baby Adar-ray. Being that this was the first time that Adar-ray had dabbled with being sick, he wasn't sure how to handle it.


If his mommy, we'll call her Eetee-tay, was properly distracting her baby, he was happy. But given some down time (aka the whole night), he found time to reflect on how stuffy and miserable he was and so he decided that this was the best time to express his concerns to his mommy. Last night, after a marathon struggle to get to sleep, Adar-ray finally let mommy Eetee-tay drift off to snoozyland shortly after midnight. At about 2 or 3 am, the dog (who sleeps in the bed and who we'll call Ad-bay Og-day) started scratching and adjusting and scratching and digging and adjusting.


At that particular time, Adar-ray was asleep... mommy Eetee-tay thought to herself, "if it's not one, it's the other!" So finally Eetee-tay reached the end of her rope and threw Ad-bay Og-day out of bed (the bed in this story is too high for the dog to jump back up without help). One minute later, mommy Eetee-tay heard Ad-bay Og-day rummaging around the room and she sat up just in time to catch the dog staring back at her from across the room in a squat position as she peed on the carpet. This sent mommy Eetee-tay flying out of bed, which abruptly woke baby Adar-ray who started crying and the dog rushed, with tucked tail, under the bed to avoid any further consequences for her actions. All were snuggly back to sleep by 4:30 am and Adar-ray was sweet enough to let mommy Eetee-tay sleep until 5am!


Well, I hope you enjoyed the story. Oddly enough, I feel exhausted... must be from telling the story! I hope that poor mommy Eetee-tay gets some more sleep tonight!

Lots of love,
Eetee-tay and Adar-ray

PS - Don't worry... the pug and I made up and all is forgiven. Here are some other today pictures of Radar doing one of his favorite things - eating my fingers!! And yes, my boy IS a chick magnet!!


PSS - Oh, and here's a special "shout out" to Tio Miguel who just graduated from High School and is now onto the big bad land of University life at UWV!!! Behave yourself young man (and that is TOTALLY a "do as I say and not as I did" piece of advice!!!) We love you!