Monday, December 27, 2010

The joy of surprises

When Radar was born I became a new mom and although I'd known lots of babies and I'd read lots of stuff about babies, none of it really prepared me for my own baby. It's like most things in life - falling in love, making mistakes, being a mom - no matter how much you imagine it or read about it and no matter how much someone tells you - you still don't really get it until you live it.


These first two years with Radar have been so full of all those kind of wonderful surprises - the ones I'd heard about but didn't really get. How boys wait exactly until you move the diaper away to pee... how delicious it is when your baby giggles... how incorrigible toddlers can be!

But over the last couple of weeks, the surprises have been getting even better. Because more and more, they are surprises that are unique to the funny and devilish personality that is only Radar's! Grammy and I got one of those wonderful surprises on Christmas morning at the Nassau airport.

Just like last year (here), we flew from Nassau to Florida on Christmas morning and as a treat, I got Radar a Christmas green and red sprinkled donut.

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And as you can see, just like last year, Radar thoroughly enjoyed his donut as he nibbled off the sprinkled top. That's not surprising... Radar likes junk. But after nibbling for a while, he put the donut down on a chair and I had Grammy sneak the donut into a bag since I really didn't want him eating it after he'd put it on a chair that who knows how many who knows who sat on! A minute later Radar went back to the chair and when he saw that his donut was missing, he looked at me and shrugged his shoulders. I gently explained that I didn't know where the donut was and that it must have run away.

That's when he surprised us...

As my mom and I sat with the luggage, Radar stomped away... he wasn't mad... no temper tantrum... he just stomped away. And when he got into a central location in the terminal with lots of people around, he stopped and started yelling as loudly as he could. Grammy and I looked at one another and we started laughing - of all the reactions that Radar could have had, we just hadn't expected this one. Because when I told Radar the donut had run away, he really understood and I hadn't expected that. And it wasn't really that Radar was yelling - but rather calling out in his loudest voice...

"DONUT? DONUT? DONUT?"

Oh - the joy of surprises!!!! And yes - Grammy gave him back his gross donut.

Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

Friday, December 24, 2010

Going to Santa

Happy Noche Buena to all!!!

Not much to report here. You'll notice that in the pictures below there are no gifts under the tree and that probably doesn't surprise you much since it's only 8:25pm and at this moment the NORAD (which has teamed up with Google Earth... they're so funny) Santa Tracker has Santa dropping gifts off in Grytviken, South Georgia and the South Sandwich Islands. So naturally he hasn't reached the Bahamas yet! The problem is that all of Radar's contact information shows my Mom's address in Florida! I meant to write Santa a letter to let him know to deliver gifts here, but it's too late now... he's already on the road (well... in the air actually).

The only solution I came up with was to get some tickets and get over to Florida as quickly as possible. So, first thing in the morning we'll be off to Grammy's house!

Until then, we wish all our much loved family and friends a joyous, peaceful and yes, merry Christmas!

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Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

PS - Hope none of you are too jealous that on December 24th wearing a shirt is optional here!

Monday, December 20, 2010

I'm pleased to report

Just a couple of weeks ago I posted a question about how long it would take before every birthday party we attended didn't end with Radar's face covered in cake. It was not a complaint. I love his cake eating style and although I suppose one day his table manners will improve a bit... well, I wouldn't mind if he still had cake face after every party well into his 20's.

So when December 16th rolled around and it was time to celebrate his own birthday, I got a big fat chocolate cake, covered with whipped cream icing... I didn't care that the ladies at the bakery had taken great care to decorate the cake as if it was for someone who cared about such things.

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I had the camera aimed at the cake and ready for Radar to dive head first into it. Instead, a little finger slowly entered the frame.

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Instead of diving into the cake, he was being all delicate about the process.

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Mind you, I realize that everything is relative and that some people might not view fingering a cake, then 'double dipping' as delicate...

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Plus, it's about expectations. I was expecting cake splattered walls...

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Did this mean that the answer to my question was that the cake faced parties were already over... that it ended at 2?

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I kept aiming and snapping, hoping that the cake was still going down!

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But little Mr. Manners just kept up the careful and neat dipping and licking. Stinker!

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So finally I relented and cut the cake and served everyone their proper slice. And although Radar didn't really give me what I had been hoping for...

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...I'm pleased to report that he didn't totally dissappoint.

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Onward to Christmas now....

Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

Thursday, December 16, 2010

2

your smile
your pout
how you order the dog to go
“out anny out!”

your lips when you dream
your sweet little “please”

how you caress my arm and my neck and my face
as you drift off to sleep by my side or in my embrace

your hair trigger temper
your “s-less” vocabulary
how you love to show off
mostly for me

how you skillfully maneuver your pacifier into your mouth
even with your eyes closed

how you bang on a piano or keyboard while I sing along ‘la, la, la’
then how you stop abruptly and look to me until I break out into applause
and how you join in, clapping and saying “bavo, bavo!”

how you dribble your drink and wet your shirt
then grab it to show me and in your most pitiable voice ask for my sympathy
and how you know it’s a game and know that I’ll play along
“pobrecito. te mojaste! poor thing, you got wet!”

your “uh-oh”
your “Mama”
every single time you say “Mama”

how you pretend to snore to trick me into thinking you’re sleeping
even though your eyes are wide open and you’re smiling at me
oh, that smile

how you love to flush the toilet for me
as you wave into the bowl saying “bye bye pee pee”

your telephone conversations
“hi”
“ohhhhhh”
“bye”
(how you flip the phone shut)

how you love to splash in the bath
how very easy it is to make you laugh

how you come to me so often for a hug
how you love your cat and your pug

these and at least a million more things
make me so, so happy

but more than all of them
is just you
and my absolute certainty that you know you are loved
and that you are a very happy two year old boy

Happy 2nd Birthday Radar

love is much too small a word

nothing in my 42+ years holds a candle to being your mom

nothing comes even close

i love you
Mama

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Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Tongue curling yummy

An anonymous commenter noted that in 2009 Radar's blog featured 298 posts and in 2010 (so far) only 145 (this would be 146) and that I should resolve to make 2011 a better year. Good point you! Of course if I do make such a resolution and if that resolution suffers the fate of all of my other New Year's resolutions... well, then 2011 could indeed be a bleak blogging year. But in the spirit of the holidays, I'm going to remain optimistic and say that I do resolve to be a better blogger in 2011... perhaps creating some regular features and more regularly joining in on other fun blogger games!


As for 2010 (which isn't over till the fat lady sings (and on account of one of my failed 2010 resolutions, I am said 'fat lady')), I figure that I can at least aim to surpass the 50% mark. That means that in the next 17ish days, I'd have to make at least 4 more posts (not including today's). That's not only doable... it's easy. See, although things had settled into a quiet, peaceful lull after our hectic Thanksgiving break travel, as of yesterday they picked right back up with the arrival of Avo and Nana Angela. Maria leaves for Peru today (for 3 weeks) so we've got some pinch-hitting nannies & other visitors coming onto the scene. Godmother Gail flies in on Friday, Grammy flies in next Tuesday and then we head to Florida on Christmas day for a few days.

AND, of course, in just two days time, Mr. Radar will be officially turning TWO!!! Since Maria is leaving today, we took the opportunity to celebrate Radar's birthday for the first time last night (we'll obviously celebrate again on his actual birthday and then again on Friday with Gail and then next week with Grammy... 4 celebrations for 2 years... seems reasonable for such a delicious little monkey.) And birthday party #1 was a great success! I made a carrot cake from scratch (super yummy if I may say) and Radar absolutely soaked up the attention. It was also fun because Radar now loves opening presents (the ripping the paper off anyway - he's not too interested in the present itself).

So I'm not going to feel bad about signing off now since I'll be back in another day or two to post more birthday party pictures. For today I'll post a few from last night... not sure what the whole tongue curling thing was all about, but it was cute, so who cares... I'll just assume it had to do with Mama's yummy cake!

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Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

The patience of a toddler

I should really cut Radar some slack. It's true that he doesn't have any patience. He's a toddler. I've read in books about different tactics you can start to use to help toddler's build patience... like when he wants something, you hold up a finger and say, "wait one minute", then let him see you do something else and then give him what he's asking for. It's a way for him to see that I'm not ignoring his request and that he just has to wait a little bit and he'll get what he wants. Then you stretch that time out slowly... a few seconds at a time, until he's waiting a minute or two or three. Learning patience. Well - sounds good, but we're sort of stuck at the 5 to 10 second mark. He especially gets really pissed if he goes to the trouble of using his sweet little "pees" (please) and doesn't get what he wants immediately... I mean, why bother with 'please' if you just have to wait!


But honestly - I should cut him some slack. He's a toddler. How can I expect his raging emotional toddler brain to practice patience when I know plenty of adults that don't have any more patience than a toddler. Like this one lady I know... she' s 42ish. She has a toddler of her own. Her toddler's 2nd birthday is coming up on December 16th (I know - what a coincidence!) She wanted to make sure that her toddler's birthday was special and separate from Christmas, so she had decided not to decorate for Christmas until after his birthday. That way her little boy wouldn't think that all the hub-bub on the 16th had anything to do with all the candy canes and red and green lights and santas and all that other Christmas stuff. Easy enough to put off getting a tree until the weekend after his birthday...

... except of course that this lady has the patience of a toddler and on this past Sunday morning, she strapped her kid into the car and off they went to get a tree. From my tone you can detect that I'm a little annoyed that this lady didn't wait. So I'm not going to name names because I don't really want her to know that I'm talking about her. And plus, this isn't really about her... it's just making the point that if an adult can't learn patience by 42, then I really should give Radar a break! Don't you think?

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Lots of love,
That lady and Radar

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Not that I'm in a rush

It's bedtime for me, but I just wanted to shoot off this quick question.

For those of you with older kids out there, maybe you've got an answer.

And please don't think that I'm in any hurry for Radar to grow up.

I'm not.

I'm hoping the answer is "a long time from now".

But I just thought it was worth asking.

So here it is...

When will every birthday party that we go to

NOT end like this anymore?

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Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

PS - More on this in tomorrow's post...

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Friday, December 3, 2010

Where does the time go?

It seems like just yesterday I still lived in South Florida and Lali came to Barry University as a college freshman. But I guess it wasn't just yesterday. I suppose it was 7 or so years ago. It was also the first time that Lali and I had ever really lived in the same city. It was the first time I had a sister nearby. And all the time leading up to it, as well as the 16 year age difference between us, was like dust in the wind! We were sisters to the core and it was so much fun!!!


One of the very best parts was the clothes & accessory theft that ensued in a big way. At first it was mostly Lali coming over to my apartment and stealing my clothes, shoes, watches, etc. But it didn't take me long to start reciprocating. I found out that Lali's fashion sense didn't only exist (mine does not), but it was wonderful and colorful and fun. It didn't matter that Lali is 3 feet taller than me or that my boobs (at the time) were substantially smaller than hers... the theft took on a frenzied pace and wardrobes & accessories morphed like mythical shape-shifters!

It's a tradition that has carried on through weight gains & losses (including pregnancy) and dramatic climate changes. In May, Lali confiscated a blue watch of mine (as well as a dress to go with the watch). On this recent trip, I confiscated a purple watch of hers. Seven years of this... where has the time gone?

Well, the truth is that I'm really not sure where the time has gone... or what time it is for that matter. Because it looks like there's a new player in this game.

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That's right - Radar has now confiscated the purple watch...

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and he won't give it back...

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when I ask him the time, he studies the watch carefully...

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but then keeps the answer to himself.

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But somehow I don't think Lali's going to mind so much that her wonderful nephew is now stealing her things being as she had no problem giving him whatever he wanted on our recent trip.

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Lots of love,
Titi and Radar

PS - I honestly don't know where the time has gone... Radar turns 2 in less than 2 weeks!!!!

PSS - My favorite color is green and looking back on recent pictures of Radar, it seems like he's always dressed in green. I'm good with that - just wondering if anyone else noticed?

PSSS - I think that X and Radar look like brothers in these pictures!