Saturday, July 31, 2010

The two Rafaels

So... the land of Pirates is also a bit of a banana republic. We've been mostly without internet for the past three days and I haven't been able to blog about our wonderful weekend. But wonderful it has been! I mean we've done Atlantis and the beaches and the pool and the zoo and snorkeling and all the stuff we always do when guests come to town. But these aren't just any guests. And as such, they deserve something extra special. Since we're in the land of Pirates and since Radar and I had never been to the Pirate Museum, we figured that would be a winning choice.


And oh was it! First we lured everyone into the stockyards to pose for some pictures... the kids all thought this was going to be a fun family event! Well - I don't know... maybe Vivi already suspected something was up.

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Then wham! Before they could run away, we locked Vivianita and Pepe up in the stocks so we wouldn't have to pay the extra admissions (Bahamas ain't cheap you know!)

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Then the two Rafaels went into the museum and had an absolute blast! It's hard to tell which one had more fun!!!

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This was the little Rafael right after coming out of the museum... I guess he was just upset to be leaving so soon.

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But big Tio Rafa found a way to settle him down...

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Then we went and rescued little Vivi and Pepe from the stocks to pose for one last picture. They were really good sports about the whole thing... either that, or maybe they're just used to being chained up while mom and dad go off to play!

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Anyway - the two Rafaels and all their surrounding gang (Fanny included) have been having an absolute blast here in the land of Pirates!

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Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Alternative energy

Why no blogging you ask? Well, we made another one of our long weekend trips over to Grammy's in Florida and I've discovered that traveling and blogging don't mix well with a maniac toddler. But we're back now, so it's time to get back down to business. And our upcoming weekend will be a very exciting one... not only is it a long holiday weekend... not only are we staying home... but we are having Tio Rafa, Tia Vivi, Primo Pepe, Prima Vivianita and Primo/Prima Still-in-the-works-due-in-November pop over for a few days! Now that's an occasion worth blogging about!!!


As for today, I just thought I'd share a thought that crossed through my mind on Monday evening to see if any of the Pazos family scientists can help me bring the idea to a profitable fruition. We were set to fly back to Nassau from Ft. Lauderdale at 6pm on Monday, so we arrived at the airport at just after 4pm. The lines were short and quick, so we were settled into our gate well before 4:30. Not too bad... that meant just an hour and a half to kill in the terminal before taking off.

To be clear - when I say "not too bad", what I really mean is 'pretty darn bad.' See, Radar does not stop moving and now that he's a full-blown toddler, almost all efforts to contain said moving result in some pretty dramatic tantrums. So I've found that it's much easier to simply chase him all over the terminal in his happy state as he tries to steal low hanging Doritos from the vendor stations or take off pushing some stranger's roll-aboard suitcase. An hour and a half of this chasing business is exhausting for me - and usually it's enough to tucker him out so that the flight itself is pretty pleasant with Radar snoring in my lap.

Then you have cases like Monday's... when "not too bad" slips into "pretty darn bad" (which really means 'horrible'.) When an hour into your wait, they announce that your plane has been taken out of commission and that your flight will be 2 1/2 hours late in departing. That turns an 1 1/2 hour wait into a 4 hour wait. To boot, all your fellow waiting passengers who had been patient enough and had been giving polite enough smiles as your toddler ran around happy screaming - well, their patience wears very thin and those smiles turn into annoyed, "why don't you control your child" glares. So you try to control your kid and as mentioned above, he pitches a very dramatic fit. Catch 22.

That was Monday late afternoon and evening for us in the Ft. Lauderdale airport. Four solid hours of non-stop motion. And that's when it occurred to me. When we had just an hour or so remaining of our wait, Radar ran up to a guy who was reading a magazine that had a whole bunch of windmills on the page he was reading. Radar stopped in front of him and yelled "IO" (ie, libro). The guy looked down and smiled at Radar, then at me. He said to Radar, "I guess you don't get tired little guy." Looking at the windmills and letting that sink in, it hit me.

"If we could harness the energy of toddlers, we wouldn't need oil anymore!"

"True," the guy replied.

"But it's not clean energy," commented a woman a couple of seats down. "Diapers."

At that point Radar took off and I had to as well. But maybe we shouldn't let this idea simply go to waste. What if we could build toddler gyms all over the country and somehow harness the energy generated within the gym? Ok - I've done my part, now I'll let you geniuses figure out the details of implementation and clean waste disposal!

More to come about adventures with these delicious cheeks in the coming days!!

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Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

The things we don't want for our kids

I try not to put too many expectations on Radar for his future.

But I have to confess that there are some things I'd rather NOT see him do.

I mean, I want Radar to be happy in whatever he does...

...but I'd rather he not find happiness as a strip joint table dancer.

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And although a drink now and then is fine...

...I really hope he doesn't develop a serious drinking problem.

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And there are stupid things too...

...like my hope that he doesn't turn out to be one of
those guys who lets his ass crack hang out!

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But I suppose that even if he was and did all that...

...I'd still love him every bit as much!

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Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

Sunday, July 18, 2010

A quick tip from Radar

It's always a good idea...

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...to test the waters...

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...before you decide...

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...whether or not...

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...to jump in!

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You're welcome!

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Lots of love,
Radar

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Hurricanes, earthquakes & Radar

I've lived in the land of hurricanes for over 15 years now. First South Florida and now the Bahamas. Six months out of every year we have to think about that. We have to make sure that we have a 'just in case' plan. And although a hurricane is nature at its strongest and most destructive, it has one advantage over another of nature's temper tantrums, the earthquake. At least a hurricane gives you some warning. Warning enough to batten down the hatches or even evacuate. We actually have evacuation tickets in case of an approaching category 4 or 5 storm. An earthquake, on the other hand, gives little to absolutely no warning... so I guess I'll take my hurricane land for now.


Radar, on the other hand, seems to be more a fan of the earthquake. For the past month I've been trying to consistently introduce the potty as part of Radar's daily routine. Every morning after breakfast he spends naked time in his room with the potty and every time he sits on it we talk about pee pee and caca. He likes to take a little bit of toilet paper and stick it between his legs and say "caca." He likes to flush his potty (it has a flushing sound) or better yet, the real toilet (again and again and again). But it's been weeks now since he's actually produced anything into the darn potty bowl!

That being said, I know that he's only 19 months old and that he is starting to understand the concept. I know that because in addition to the non-productive potty rituals, yesterday he actually announced a 'caca'... like an earthquake, not a hurricane! We were in my bathroom (his potty is in the other room) and he had climbed into the dry tub with his toothbrush. I was brushing my teeth when he looked at me and said "caca". In the same breath he turned bright red. I dropped my brush, ripped off his pants and diaper (which was already pooped and fell face down onto my foot) and placed him on the big toilet as I chanted "caca, caca, caca!" But it was already done. The earthquake had hit with no warning and by the time I knew it was happening, I already had poop on my foot and an empty little bowel sitting on the empty bowl.

Oh well! It's still a good sign I think. We're going to keep working on the advanced warning system in hopes of reaching hurricane status in the next weeks and months. And since I don't have pictures of a naked child propped up on an adult toilet, or a mommy foot covered in poo, I thought I'd just leave you with some pictures of Radar playing his ABC game on the internet. It's cool because he really gets it that when he pushes the keys, a new animal will growl or tweet or howl for him. He's already more computer savvy than his Grammy! Another couple of months and I'm pretty sure he'll surpass me.

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Anyway... that's it for today.

Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Go ahead and rain on my party!

We just got back from our friend MacKenzie's 2nd birthday party at the zoo. And I learned something...


If you're planning an outdoor party and the forecast is for torrential downpours... don't cancel... and don't postpone...

It turns out that there's nothing more fun for 1 and 2 year olds than to party in the rain!

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Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

PS - That cute little blondie is Radar's friend Skylar... they were the first two to dive into the rainy weather (Radar was the first, of course)... but they were by no means the last. Unfortunately I put away my camera and didn't get the total splash party that ensued! Oh well.

Friday, July 9, 2010

Status Check

I have to keep in mind that there are some 'cat people' reading my blog regularly. I see now that it was rather cruel to post pictures of my frothing, sickly, injured, diseased cat, then to just leave you all hanging. With that said, let me provide an overall household status check...


CAT

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Injured paw... 85%
Appetite... 90%
Froth drooling... 0%

Overall... ALL SYSTEMS GO!


DOG

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Energy level... 6%
Appetite... 160%
Alien tolerance 30%

Overall... ALL SYSTEMS GO!


MOTHER

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Intention to Exercise... 99%
Actual Exercise... 1%
Chocolate resistance... -90%

Overall... ALL SYSTEMS GO!


RADAR

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Energy... 100%
Tantrum energy... 450%
Snuggliness... 100%

Overall... ALL SYSTEMS GO!
Lots of love,
Titi & Radar

Monday, July 5, 2010

I'm a guessin'

It's not like I like to take antibiotics...


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...but I don't do this when I take them...

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...and I'm a guessin' this isn't totally normal.

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I guess it's time to call the vet.

Lots of love,
Titi

PS - Rafa, thanks for the art critique. I will talk to the artist about coloring within the lines next time! Hope you had a good 4th and that your travels back home are safe and easy. Can't wait to see you later this month!!!!

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Happy 4th!!!

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I defy you to tell the difference between the two American flags!

Happy 4th of July to our proud, fellow Americans!!!

Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

Saturday, July 3, 2010

FIVe lives

I adopted Mulligan from a rescue shelter 9 years ago this summer. He was already at least 2 or 3 years old... that puts him at at least 11 years. I know that isn't really old for a cat, but Mulligan isn't just any cat. He's F.I.V. positive. When I adopted him I thought that meant he wouldn't be around too long and that he'd be a sickly cat during his abbreviated lifespan. Now, 9 years and almost no illnesses later, I had come to think that maybe the F.I.V. didn't stand for Feline Immunodeficiency Virus... maybe it was more along the lines of Frisky Immortal Vagabond.

Until yesterday.

Mulligan is a porch dweller now. He lives on the back porch and comes in to visit once or twice a day. He'll stand at the back sliding glass door and meow to come in. Then a half hour or hour later, he's usually meowing to go out again. Every morning starts with a meowing cat... so much so that Radar has now learned to meow and when we come downstairs in the morning, he yells 'gato' and meows as he runs to the back door.

But yesterday morning Mully wasn't meowing to come in. I went out and found him lying down. He wouldn't get up. I thought maybe it was just a bad day. Before leaving for work I noticed him get up and hobble to the water for a small drink. But then he hobbled back and plopped back down to sleep. When I got home from work he wasn't any better. I made a fresh bed for him, tried to soak his paw that was clearly hurting him and carressed him. I was worried.

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So this morning I scooped Mully up and took him to the vet. In the five years I've lived on the island, this is his second visit to a doctor (I had him declawed when I was pregnant because he's a scratcher). In the 9 years I've had him, it's his third time (I had to get him shots before bringing him to the Bahamas). And yet he didn't protest. I was worried that my green eyed friend was letting me know that his fight was over.

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During the hour that we were in the waiting area, he never moved or made a peep from his carrier. The sick feeling in the pit of my stomach was growing worse. Poor Mully... was this it?

In a word...

NO!

Once we got into the doctor's office and the vet started probing around Mully's foot, he made it very clear that he had plenty of fight left in him. It took three of us and a cat muzzle to clean the infected cut on the pad of his paw, to give him a shot of antibiotics & pain killer, slather the wound in cream and wrap up his foot. When we finished, we were all pooped and the air was a dense fog of cat hair. The poor thing hasn't been moving because it just hurts too much to move!

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So now we're back home and Mully has hobbled about a bit already. Lucky me gets to force feed him medicine for the next few days and then we'll see how our friend is recuperating.

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Maybe the FIV still spells out an earlier end than might otherwise be the case if he hadn't contracted the virus... maybe he only gets FIVe lives instead of nine...

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But I love Mully and so does Radar. So if that's so... if he only gets FIVe lives... well, I guess I'm just hoping that he's only on 2 or 3!

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Lots of love,
Titi, Radar & Mulligan