Wednesday, September 29, 2010

I love poop

Did I really title this post "I love poop?"

Indeed I did.

Most of my few blog readers are either affiliated with the Pazos clan or raising not-yet-potty trained children. In both cases, you should be A-ok with the topic of poop.

For other readers who do not fall into either of the above mentioned categories, I'm still likely to be pretty safe with the poop topic since one constant truth about all of us is that we're all poopers - always have been, always will be.

But accepting poop and loving poop...
well, those two don't necessarily go hand in hand.

Today they do though.

At least for me and Radar.

And that's why this post is about loving poop... at least one poop in particular!

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It is about loving the poop that Radar thoughtfully and purposefully made today.

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It is about loving the poop that was celebrated with phone calls, video conferences, cheers, songs, dances and several rounds of applause with accompanying 'bravos'!

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It is about loving the poop that Radar desperately wanted to reach down and play with.

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It is about loving the poop that marks the true beginning of a process that leads from diapers to underwear!

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So YES, ladies and gentlemen... you read the title of this post right!

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!!!I LOVE POOP!!!

Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

Monday, September 27, 2010

Reading warning labels

Yesterday we were invited to a birthday party for Radar's buddy Nicholas (the big 2!) Outside of a couple of minor tantrums, Radar had a veritable blast!

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He didn't much care for the jumpy house, but there were plenty of trucks and slides to keep him busy.

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And as usual, near the end of the party, there was Radar's favorite part... the cake! The theme of yesterday's party was Sesame Street - in particular, Elmo.

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And although Radar doesn't normally eat pure garbage at home, I don't worry too much about that when we travel or go to parties. So when they rolled out the Elmo cupcakes and Radar politely asked for one (ie "dame, dame, DAME!" translating to "give me, give me, GIVE ME!"), I went ahead and let him have one.

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If you look closely, you'll see that there were health warnings posted on the cupcakes and maybe, at least on this occasion, just maybe I should have read the warning label on the cupcake!!!

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"Elmo cupcakes contain ingredients that may be harmful to children; ingredients include large doses of red food coloring, sugar and high fructose corn syrup, which studies show contribute to childhood obesity, childhood diabetes, increased occurrences of dental decay, trouble sleeping and hyper-activity. Some very troubling studies have also shown that consumption of Elmo cupcakes may cause acute elmotosis in some children, causing them to actually begin turning into Elmo!"

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Lions and Tigers and Bears... oh my!!!!

Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Ten eyes

Yes, yes... we're still here. I have not decided to quit blogging just because I've been shown up by some lady who's a bit more creative than I am. And it isn't that I don't blog because nothing happens. I've always known that these early years for us humans are phenomenal with respect to how much and how we learn to do everything that we take for granted as big people. Walking, talking, colors, objects, eating, socializing... everything. But this is really the first time I've gotten to witness this age first hand, day in and day out. It is awesome to witness, but it isn't always very easy to capture in photos or words. So much of the learning is so subtle. And some is kind of explosive (that would be the testing mommy and socializing areas in particular).


Lately Radar has been learning to organize things. He lines things up just so, then steps back to study what he's done, then tweaks the arrangement so that it is exactly as he wants it. If I disturb the order after he has meticulously arranged it, he is not pleased! In particular, Radar has taken to organizing his cars in a row... parked side by side. He does this in the bed... in the room upstairs... in the living room.. along the rim of the bathtub... pretty much anywhere. Sometimes the airplanes, trains, tractors and motorcycles are invited to park in his arrangement. It's different every time and carefully considered every time. Sometimes it seems to be organized by size... sometimes he just uses the blue cars... sometimes I don't understand the pattern. As I watch him with a strange mixture of pride and pleasure, I mostly wonder what he's learning and how many kids learn whatever it is he's learning in this particular way. No one ever showed him to do this... this is his project. And it isn't that easy to blog about because I understand that 99.9% people on the planet don't really find parking toy cars all that entertaining...

... but I do. So there... I've blogged about it. And if I've bored you a bit, I guess the least I can do is post one picture. Perhaps a picture from this morning at breakfast when Radar refused to eat anything until I let him arrange his cars just so... and when he was done, although it was a bit crowded, Radar did eat most of his breakfast. As I watched him eating, I just could resist snapping a picture of the ten eyes watching me watch them!

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Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

I'm a dud

No, not a dude... a dud. See, if I ever thought that I was a creative mother, then I've been put into my place today. Here I am thinking I'm all nifty and creative because I'm actually planning out Radar's Halloween costume two months in advance... I'm not creating it from scratch, but I will be doing some sewing and modifying. Does that make me creative? Not even close. I keep this blog principally for Radar since I'm too lazy to put together photo albums or baby books or scrap-books. But even here I'm falling apart. On a good week I post twice. I try to find inspiration to be creative at least on Radar's blog, but whatever success I thought I might have had doing so has been trounced on today.


Why? Why do I feel like such a boring, run of the mill dud of a mom? Well, mostly because I happened upon another baby blog today. The premise of the blog is a mommy imagining what her baby girl is dreaming... and it is way, way cool... I had so much fun going back through all the pictures and imagining this baby girl looking at her pictures when she's a bigger girl...

So, even though this blog has made me feel dramatically inferior in the area of creativity, I just have to share...

follow this link >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> MILA'S DAYDREAMS

Enjoy!

Love,
the dud

PS - Speaking of creative... I want to thank the commenters on my previous post who have tried to help put some perspective on Rafa's photo. Very creative... but I'm not buying it!

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Out of Context

A couple of days ago I did a post about Vivi & Rafa's baby shower. I explained that unlike some baby showers where only ladies attend, this one included men and I said how much men love baby showers these days. I will now admit that I may have been being a bit disingenious. To put the cherry on my sarcasm about how 'real men love baby showers', I posted this picture of my cousin Rafa at his baby shower.


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As I made my rounds, snapping shots of smiling ladies very much enjoying the cuteness of each new baby outfit and blanket and little pair of footsie-wootsie socks, this was indeed the picture I snapped of the soon-to-be-dad-again Rafa. But now Rafa has commented that the photo was taken out of context. I deeply respect and love my cousin, so it is certainly not my intention to malign him (if he doesn't deserve it, obviously - because otherwise I take great pleasure in doing so)!

And I'm not out of touch with reality. I know that sometimes pictures are indeed taken out of context...
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But I also am not out of touch with reality and I know that sometimes the 'out of context' line is used as an excuse when someone is very much caught in a real moment...

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So, I guess I need some help. Am I being unfair to my dear cousin Rafa? Was he just a man who was basking in the joy of seeing that new squishy, fuzzy teddy bear, when a mite of dust maliciously jumped into his eye, thereby requiring him to dig in and clear his eyes? OR is the picture actually representative of a guy who thinks that baby shower gift opening is as exciting as watching paint dry?

And if the photo was indeed taken out of context, perhaps some of you could help put the picture into context for me so that we can set the record straight and clear my good cousin's name!!!

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Thank you so much for your help!

Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

Friday, September 17, 2010

He's easy

Turns out that my Radar is easy.


"What?!?"
you ask.
"We've been listening to you
bitch and moan
about his tantrums
and obstinance
and now
you tell us he's easy?"


Yes.
That's what I'm saying.
I'm saying he's easy.


"What happened?"
you inquire.
"Did he turn 21 months old
yesterday
and magically
grow out of his
radical
mood swings?"


No need for sarcasm.
And to answer your question,
no.
In fact,
just this morning
he did his
'scream n' drop' routine
at least
5 times.


"So what's this business about
easy?"


It's just that.
Take my word.
He's easy.
And not just with me.
It's with everyone.


"I'm not understanding,"
you say with
one eyebrow
suspiciously
arcing into your forehead.


Easy.
With Fanny.

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And his inflatable penguin.

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And his car.

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And his books.

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And
of course,
he's super
easy
with his Mommy!

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Pretty much with anything
that he can plant his lips on!
See,
Radar has learned the
art of kissing.
And he's willing to practice it on anyone
and anything.


In other words,
He's Easy!

"Oh."
you say.

Lots of love,
Titi and Kissy-go-freely

Thursday, September 16, 2010

The times, they are a-changing

As mentioned in my previous post, this past weekend was action packed. So let's drill down a bit into the specifics of the events. I briefly mentioned that on Friday night we attended a baby shower. For those of you who weren't there, you might be imagining a blushing mom-to-be and a bunch of smiling ladies gathered in a circle saying "awwwwww" and "how sweeeeeet" on cue every time a new little baby outfit is held up for the showing.


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And you wouldn't be altogether wrong. Afterall, there was indeed a blushing, beautiful pregnant lady...

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and she was opening plenty of sweet baby gifts....

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and there were plenty of other smiling ladies gathered around her.

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But these are new, progressive times. Because baby showers are no longer just about a bunch of ladies giggling and blushing. In these new times, baby showers are for men too! That's right... real men love baby showers!!! So it wasn't just ladies gathered in that circle that you imagined. There were old men (that's you dad). And young men. And, of course, the 'new' dad to be ('new' as in 'new for the 3rd time').

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And I can tell you that in this new, progessive age, men LOVE baby showers. They are just as eager to see what the next gift is... they "oooooohhhh" and "aaaaahhhhh" just as happily as all the ladies! And for any of you who doubt this irrefutable truth, I present you with the clear, evidence in the form of my dear cousin Rafael, thoroughly relishing every moment of HIS and Vivi's new baby shower!!!!!

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REAL MEN LOVE BABY SHOWERS!!!!

Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

This was different

We've been a bit quiet on the blog. That is utterly NOT an indication of what's been going on though. Last Thursday we headed over to Florida to spend the night at Grammy's. Then Friday morning we hopped on a plane to Washington, DC to attend a Friday night baby shower and a great big bike riding family reunion in Virginia over the weekend. Monday morning we were back on a plane to Florida where Radar's mom had her wisdom tooth pulled and finally yesterday we hopped on our 4th plane of the weekend to come back home.


Radar's done plenty of traveling in his first 21 months, so a multi-legged, action packed weekend isn't really something new.

And yet this trip was very different.

For starters, Radar has always been a good airplane traveler. He sleeps on most flights and even when he's awake he's reasonably easy to entertain. But on our first leg over to Florida last Thursday... well, it was different. Once we'd boarded, but before take-off, we were delayed a bit. I would guess that we sat at the gate for a good half hour. I would guess that 20 minutes out of that half hour were a horror show for me!

Screaming.

Thrashing.

Kicking.

Crying.

Punching.

Twisting.

Screaming.

We were the very definition of 'Screaming Baby Airlines' and there was nothing I could do! The snacks I offered were thrown right back into my face. Radar kept screaming "carro, carro, carro!" But when I gave him a car, he threw it across the aisle. Nightmare!

Finally after everyone around us had imparted their advice or sympathetic or annoyed looks, the guy sitting next to me (who's 2 year old was sitting in the seat in front of us with his mom) reached over the seat and asked his son to let Radar play with HIS yellow matchbox car. And with that, Radar quieted down and was asleep before take-off. Go figure.

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But the biggest difference about this trip was that for the first time Radar really seemed to understand that he was on an adventure. Past trips have been somewhat comparable to a trip to the supermarket... an adventure was an adventure, whether it was pushing a supermarket cart through the aisles or traveling across the Atlantic to Spain. He enjoyed both, but it didn't really seem like he understood the magnitude of each adventure.

But this was different. Radar would not nap. He wouldn't sit down for more than 15 seconds to eat. He interacted with everyone. He learned everyone's names. On Sunday morning, he woke up at 5:30am and he wanted to pick up right where he'd left off the night before (although sadly, he didn't find any takers!) And most notably, he fell in love with his big cousin Vivianita!

Radar with his true love Vivi and a couple other girlfriends
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He seemed to understand that the magnitude of this adventure was BIG and he didn't want to miss a second of it. A few other pics from the great adventure...

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Well, it's a little late and I'm still recovering from our weekend, so I'll leave it here for now.

Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Did someone remember to fill the dog's water bowl?

I'll admit that I do sometimes forget to fill the pug's water bowl. Luckily it seems that Radar has mostly outgrown his need to either tip over the bowl or drink from it - but that doesn't mean that his fascination is over. It just seems to have taken on a slightly different form.

On the up side, Radar is helping. As you can see from his very concentrated expression, this is a very important responsibility that he takes very seriously.

On the down side, he practically flooded the kitchen and emptied at least a gallon of water from the cooler last night.

But I'm sure this too is a bit of a phase and at least for now, I don't have to worry about making sure that Fanny's got enough water!


Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

PS - the countdown is on to this weekend's Pazos family reunion / twin century bike ride up in Virginia and Maryland... more about that in another post.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Sharing a drink with mommy

Saturday, September 4, 2010

A Pirate's treasure

Maybe dragging Radar away from his nap to go to Skylar's birthday on a very hot and humid afternoon didn't go as well as planned. Maybe he didn't crack one single smile during the hour and a half that we were there. Maybe he didn't get a kick out of being made to dress up like a pirate.


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But as with all birthday parties, there's always one thing that pretty much fixes everything.

The treasure! (ie cake)

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Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

Thursday, September 2, 2010

She sure is pretty when she's mad

Hurricane Earl's eye is 400 or 500 miles north of us by now and Tropical Storm Fiona's gentler eye is about the same distance to the east of us... no matter though... the warm sea that fuels these storms shows her mood even all these miles away.


And even though it's generally not a great idea to take a dip or venture out in a small boat when she's in one of her moods, it sure is nice to just go have a look at her.

She sure is pretty when she's mad!

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Hard to tell this was taken seconds after the previous one...

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Ok - that's it for now. If you missed the jigsaw puzzles from yesterday's post (I added them after the initial post), go check them out. They're really fun and on that same site you can easily make your own jigsaws with a favorite picture of your own!

Lots of love,
Titi and Radar