Saturday, August 28, 2010

He sure is cute!

I remember going to a mini-family reunion in West Virginia when Radar was 7 months old and Marco (my cousin) said to me that I made the single mother thing look easy. Well, I think back then I actually thought it was pretty easy. I can assure you Marco, that is definitely no longer the case.


Radar is now 20+ months old. I've read a bunch of stuff about the "terrible twos." They say that for lots of kids, the terrible twos actually peak at about 18 months. By 18 months, Radar was already a tantrum throwing bundle of non-stop movement. I thought maybe that was the peak. I was wrong.

I also remember before I had my own kid that I definitely didn't think that all 1 and 2 year olds were cute and wonderful. Did I really think that I'd get through toddlerhood without looking at my own kid and thinking, "that's not cute!" Last night we went to dinner - Grammy, Radar and I... I had to wolf down my sushi in record time and with my left hand, because Radar was being pretty horrible and my right had was busy trying to control a trashing, screaming monster. The other guests in the restaurant did not think it was cute. I didn't think it was cute. We were in and out of the place in under 20 minutes.

To put a little cherry on top, I've got myself a cold, so it's even harder to face a day with this toddler when all I want to do is curl up and dissappear. Days like this make me wonder how anyone on the planet can manage more than one kid. Days like this, when Radar screams at me no matter what I do and when he kicks and pushes to get out of my embrace when I try to calm him down... well, days like this really make me wish that he'd grow out of this toddler age and into the next, more managable, more agreeable age. On days like this, I'm just plain old tired. On days like this, I look at Radar and I think, "NOT cute!"

But then... on days like this, something else happens and puts everything right back into perspective. Something happens that reminds me that this age isn't just about screaming and tantrums and testing me and finding all my buttons. Something happens that reminds me that at this age everything is new and exciting and fun! Something happens that makes me want to freeze Radar at this very age - tantrums and all - and savor life through his new and learning and mischeivous eyes! Today, that something was finger painting!

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On days like this, I look at Radar and I think, "He sure is cute!"

Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

I heart faces... starring Eduardo

It's not like me to enter any kind of picture contest with a picture of anyone but Radar, especially considering that the topic on 'I heart faces' this week is "beach fun" and Radar has become a veritable beach bum (or at least his bum has spent plenty of time on the beach of late).

But since I can only choose one picture, I'm posting one of Radar's buddy Eduardo from our trip to Old Fort Bay beach a couple of months back (same day I took the picture used in the current header). If you can look past his adorable, sand covered face and into Eduardo's eyes, you can see me on my belly shooting the picture... I just think it's a cool shot and so for today... just for today... Eduardo gets top billing on Radar's blog!

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Follow the 'i heart faces' button to check out other beach fun entries.

Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

Monday, August 23, 2010

A Basra weekend with the godmother

When I was 5+ months pregnant with Radar, he and I (and Fanny) flew over to Freeport on Grand Bahama Island to participate in the annual BASRA (Bahamas Air Sea Rescue Association) Bernie Butler 2 mile ocean swim. I blogged an itsy bit about it in the very first Radar Love blog post I ever made... here...

Well, this weekend Radar and I headed over to Freeport on Friday morning for act II. This year there was no Fanny, Radar's mom didn't swim the race and Radar was on the outside. But the weather was perfect and the cookies were good.

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But the very, very, super best part of this weekend that was different from our last trip, is that Radar's godmother & my best friend Gail came along!

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Radar hasn't really had many chances to spend lots of time with Gail so far and there's no question that he absolutely loves his godmother! Within the first day it was already "Ay Ooo this and Ay Ooo that!" We were playing peek-a-boo at the condo and when I tried to insert myself into the game, Radar gave me a look of utter disgust and pushed me away saying, "Ay Ooo!"

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And I think it's safe to say that Gail also very much loves Radar... and as godmothers are meant to do, she taught him some important lessons... such as how to be a monkey (something Gail is exceptionally good at - particularly after several beers)!

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It even got a little much when, after spending hours on the beach playing with his godmother, Radar had had enough and crapped out right on the beach for nearly a two hour nap! But did this stop Gail?

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Of course not! She kept dropping down and kissing him, secretly hoping he would wake up so that she'd have someone to play with again!!!! (Poor Gail... it seems that none of the big people wanted to play with her - they gave her funny looks and whispered behind her back as she went around the beach scratching people under their arms and on the heads while hooting like a monkey!)

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And Radar's popularity did not stop at Gail... the US Coast Guard who work alongside BASRA were there to do a mock rescue show for the crowd and when they met Radar, they tried to recruit him...

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... which he actually didn't seem too unhappy about.

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But in the end, he decided to stay with us on the beach and even made himself quite useful as the youngest bartender in Basra beach party history!

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So much fun! We can't wait to go back next year!!!

Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Another August

This August is hot... I guess in this part of the world though, all Augusts are hot. This August we've taken every opportunity to hit the pool and beaches to cool off. Again, that's pretty typical of any August. This August, a little toddler Pazos has particularly enjoyed his dips in the pool and maybe that distinguishes this August from other Augusts...


... or maybe not...

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Yep, that's another August, 40 years ago, and that little toddler Pazos enjoying her backyard pool is none other than Radar's mom! Anybody see any similarity?

Stay cool!

Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Say Cheese (product)!!!

I love cheese. You name it and I'll eat it and most likely love it. Some more Limburger ma'am? You bet! Would you like to try our Baby Swiss, Edam, Gouda or Wisconsin sharp cheddar? I'll have all of them, thank you! How'd you like your steak slathered in melted Camembert? I'd like it a lot! How would you like that Cobb salad Miss? Well, hold all the vegetables... so, just the Bleu cheese and I'll take Bleu Cheese dressing on top! (that's right... I said bleu and not blue!)


My point? Well, I guess my point is that I like cheese and I love good cheese! And although I'm not sophisticated enough to be considered a cheese snob to 'real' cheese snobs, well I guess I fancy myself an aspiring cheese snob.

But the truth is that that wasn't always the case. There was a time when I considered Blue cheese to be disgusting mold. And I couldn't have told you the difference between a Havarti and a Muenster. As embarrassing as it is to confess, there was even a time, long, long ago, when my favorite cheese was... gulp... Velveeta!

My point? Well, I guess my point is that I'm not too worried that my son seems to be starting down the wrong cheesy path. I've introduced him to a bunch of cheeses. Most of them quickly become projectiles that land somewhere on the floor and are quickly converted to pug food. All except one... because there's one cheese that Radar can't get enough of...

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... one cheese you don't have to coax him to eat...

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... one that led him to start saying the word 'quedo'...

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... one cheese that makes him happier than any other food...

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... even downright giddy...

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... so with my sordid cheesy past...

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... and knowing that I'm a reformed Velveeta eater...

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... how can I possibly worry that Radar's favorite cheese...

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... is actually cheese product!?!

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Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

Thursday, August 12, 2010

The little things

When you become a parent, life changes dramatically. I think this is especially true when you do it a bit later in life - like at 40 years of age - when you tend to be a little more stubbornly set in your ways.


To be clear - I have no complaints - zero, zip, zilch! The changes are either all good or all worth it. Good, as in your heart grows a million times its previous size. Worth it, as in the sacrifices don't feel like sacrifices (new financial commitments, almost never going out with the old gang on a Friday night or being woken up at 2am for some water and to read a book).

But even with this total upheaval of life as it was before, you tend not to think of it that way on a daily basis. You don't wake up in the morning and say to yourself, "This is different. I didn't used to have an alarm clock that said 'Mama' and stuck its finger up my nose to wake me up at 6:30am!" It's just your new reality and you roll out of bed to start your day.

But then, every once in a while, some little thing does it. Some little thing reminds you that this new life is so much different than the old life... and invariably those little reminders send a surge of happiness rushing through me.

This morning I had one of those moments. Such a silly little thing did it. Maria and Radar had already headed off to the park and I went upstairs to shower and get changed for work. As I walked over to my closet to pick out my clothes for the day, I had to step over the airplane that was in the middle of my bedroom floor.

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And that's what did it... for some reason I thought to myself that I didn't used to have toy airplanes to step over on my way to the closet and I was so happy that now I do. So happy that I almost cried! Weird, eh? Normally I might lean down to pick up the plane and put it away, but this morning I left it there - right where Radar had strategically placed it.

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I love moments like those... and I love my new life!

Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Tantrums? What tantrums?

I know what you're asking yourselves.

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Radar's mom talks quite a bit about Radar's tantrums...

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... but we know it's impossible that such a sweet boy would take part in these terrible tantrums that she talks about so much!!!

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So your question is...

Tantrums? What tantrums?


Lots of love,
Titi and Radar


Sorry... I know the video takes some time to load... don't know how to fix that!

Oh, and I might point out that the water bottle featured in the video is MY water bottle... Radar had his own water bottle full of cold water. But clearly that wasn't the point!

Sunday, August 8, 2010

The exception to Vamos

In yesterday's post I talked a lot about "vamos" and how Radar is constantly on the move... if we're at home it's "vamos carro" and once we get to where we're going it's "vamos" onward to the next destination. That's the general rule... always on the vamos!


But we know that for every rule, there is at least one exception. In the case of Radar, one very big exception to vamos is this little lady...

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That's right, when Dora's on, things calm down around here...

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... all the house monkeys settle down for a bit ...

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... and Radar's mom can get a few things done.

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I know they say that tv makes kids dumb... but come on... it's just Dora and does this kid look dumb to you?

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Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Vamos Agua

Sorry we haven't done much blogging of late, but the weather here is fit for a melting! And sure, we could stay inside all day in the air conditioning and blog, but a certain someone voices loud objections to things like that. This certain someone likes to be on the move all the time. My mom has dubbed him the 'Perpetual Motion Machine,' a title very well earned. So it's no wonder that "vamos" (ie, let's go) is now the most commonly used word in his vocabulary. And although I might like to sit and blog, the PMM will have nothing to do with it and he makes his desires known.


"Vamos carro!" is the most spoken sentence in our house (ie, Let's go car).

But I've noticed in the last few days that vamos carro is being used a little less and another sentence is quickly making its way up the list.

"Vamos agua!"

I wanted to make sure that I was understanding his demand, so I started asking questions.

"Quieres ir al mar?" (do you want to go to the beach/ocean?)

"Vamos agua!"

"Quieres ir a la piscina?" (do you want to go the pool?)

"Vamos agua!"

"Quieres ir al parque?" (do you want to go to the park?)

"Vamos paque!"

"Donde quieres ir?" (where do you want to go?)

"Vamos carro!"

"Quieres ir a la piscina?"

"Vamos agua!"

Now, that seems pretty clear to me that we are having real discourse... a true back and forth conversation where he is understanding me and I him. So why would I risk our budding communication by staying home to blog when "vamos" is way to go!

So, with that said.... it's after 3:30pm on a Saturday... the sun isn't as high in the sky... so....

!!!!!VAMOS AGUA!!!!!

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Lots of love,
Titi and the PMM

PS - I might also mention that 'vamos' isn't the only thing Radar is saying these days. On Vivi & Rafa's last night here, at like 10:30pm, I was upstairs in the room with Radar and Pepe. Pepe was reading a book (not a picture book) and Radar rightfully stole it. Then Pepe tried to do a bait and switch by giving Radar a car and snatching his book back.

In response, Radar pointed at Pepe and said...

"IO Pepe!" (IO is libro is book)

We all freaked out because no one had been prompting him to say Pepe's name at all... Radar was just paying attention and to get Pepe's attention, he just decided it was time to use his name! He went on to say it a few more times and for the next two days he looked around upstairs and then looked at me with shrugged shoulders and asked, "Pepe?"

Vivi, Rafa, little Vivi and Pepe - we can't wait to see you guys in September and pick up where we left off... maybe by then we'll even get a "Vivi" out of him!!!!

PSS - Vivi... I'm not sure how you forgot, but you left your flip-flops here!