Funny Things From Our Home

The Bibi has been doing some funny things recently. I've included some pictures and video.

1) Eating things and picking things up with her mouth directly. NO NEED FOR HANDS HERE!! Marcelo and I noticed this about a week and a half ago. I just have to make sure EVERY surface is clean now cause she sticks her mouth right to it. ( I don't have a picture of this. She wouldn't let me capture it on film. Trust me when I say it's the funniest/cutest thing you will ever see. It will make you puke rainbows, it's that cute) But I do have pictures of her eating other things:

Cheerios right from the bag















And then a nice combo of Worchester sauce/Syrup. Delicious!















2) Putting things in my shoes. I've so far lost keys, toys, iPod, batteries and found all of them in my exercise shoes. It's now my #1 place to look for things. Here are some things in my shoes right now:

3) Magnets. She has these kitchen magnets that were a gift from Aunt Jules and for a long time I put them up high because I didn't want them to get lost. What? Does that even make sense? You don't want your kid to play with her own toys cause maybe she might lose some of them? I don't know what I was thinking. Plus I think I just wanted her out of the kitchen (this was at the old place) because it was so filthy. But I finally got some sense in my head and I put them down low here at the new place. SHE LOVES THEM. She carries them around and tried to stick them to everything. Last week I watched her try to stick them to Raya. I don't have a picture of that either. Sorry!

4) FIRST WORD!! I called it. I soooooo called it months ago. When I realized that she was responding to the word "Raya" (she would turn and look for the dog whenever I said it) I told Marcelo I was 99% positive it would be her first word. It came out Sunday. She says it "Yai-ya" I wasn't sure it was really it, until I took them both to the park yesterday and as Raya ran around Evi would scream after her, "Yai-ya! Yai-ya" and then giggle like mad when she came close. Does she say anything else? Mama? Tata (Dada)? NO WAY!! But the dog is covered.

Here is a video of her with Raya. She says her name half way through it. And at then end she does her "drunked sailor" walk. My favorite.



Raya is her best friend. She brings her things, and tries to make her happy. She loves to snuggle with her and give her hugs. Here are some things I found in Raya's cage. Remote, toys, spoons, Etc.















And then where Raya sleeps on the bench seat? There are always a bunch of bowls and toys around her. Raya's happiness is very important to Evi so she brings her things to make sure she's taken care of. Evi will pull my dish out of my hand while I'm eating so that she can put it down on the ground for Raya to lick. Serious devotion to the dog. She doesn't even care when Raya knocks her down in her exuberance. Here is a video of Evi playing peek-a-boo with her.



Finally. The Wiggles. She's obsessed. Please enjoy a video of her getting down.



And here are just some more pictures of her, because I couldn't resist. She's "helping" me with my lower drawer. And then she pulled an egg out of the fridge. Can you say salmonella?




























Of COURSE she shares the egg with Raya? Haven't you been paying attention at all?

Have a good Sunday!

Finally taking its toll

I'm finally there: I'm really horribly lonely and missing Marcelo. I didn't think it would happen because we've almost made it all the way through. He gets home in like 5 days! But until then, I don't know what to do with myself.

To add to that little depressing fact is this truth: Evi is crazy. She just screams all the time for no reason. She follows me round the house screaming. I can't make her happy. I can't give her anything to make her happy. She throws herself on the ground and smacks her head, and then starts screaming again from the pain. I pick her up and she arches her back and pries herself out of my arms. So I set her on the ground where she, you guessed it, starts screaming again. Hours upon hours of screaming I don't know how much more I can take.

Add to that the fact that I'm trying (kinda trying) to lose weight before Ecuador. As the time gets closer, I'm not so much excited as scared out of my mind. There are so many unpredictable factors once we get there, and I'm trying to plan ahead to make myself feel less stressed out, but it's not working because nothing can be planned. Marcelo won't talk to his mother, so I have no idea what she's planning for us. And if she plans something and I plan something, she'll be horribly offended. It's very stressful. I don't know how to deal with all the worry. And my kid is screaming.

It's mostly the screaming kid that's killing me. But what can I do? Nothing. So I'm going now.

Thanks for listening to me.

Not Satisfied With My Purchase

I just bought some new soap for my bathroom. I usually like the foaming soap because it's cool. (Yes, I'm kind of like a 4 year old in that way) but this soap was SO MUCH CHEAPER I just couldn't pass it up. I bought two bottles: One for my bathroom and one for my mom's bathroom.

I was sucked in by the word SPA in the name. Ohhh!! Spa-like! Maybe it will cure my horrible cracked and bleeding cuticles that I got from scouring my old AND new house for 4 days! I'm sure it will smell like tranquility.

It does not. It smells like a hamster cage.

First off, don't doubt my sense of smell. I can determine if someone has been working in the anatomy cadaver labs 4-5 hours after they were last in the labs. I can determine which woman in the room is wearing Lovespell lotion (I call it barf-smell lotion) and if that person is a friend I do NOT feel badly asking them never to wear it again. (Several of my readers will attest to that). I can smell a banana peel in a ziplock back buried under 3 feed of trash. Seriously, I rule when it comes to smelling.

Secondly, I am ACCUTELY aware of what a hamster cage smells like. In my APL class in Elementary School (WHAT'S THAT?? YOU READ THAT RIGHT!! I JUST DROPPED AN APL REFERNCE ON YOU SUCKAS!! WHAT WHAT!?!?) anyway, in my class we had a class gerbil which died and then we replaced with a hamster who died who we then replaced with a guinea pig. Which we ate.

KIDDING!! Sort of. I ate a ginea pig in Ecuador. It was greasy.

Anway, I was right next to the cage and I promise you that this soap smells JUST LIKE IT. It's a stale-urine-soaked-wood-chips-needing-to-be-changed-but-that's-not-my-job-so-don't-look-at-me-to-change-it smell. That's exactly what it is. Urine soaked cedar chips, to be exact.

If you don't believe me you are welcome to come over to my house and smell the soap. Or give me your address and I will mail you a sample. I'm not making this stuff up.

So back to how that guinea pig tasted. . .

Numbers Again

A few more numbers for you:

8: Total number of teeth my baby has with

4: being the number of teeth on top. Meaning that when she feeds on my tender milk bags there are some nice crescent shaped red marks accompanying some SERIOUS pain. What was I thinking feeding her this long?

6: Number of weeks until she stops breastfeeding. Is it the end of June yet? Please? Pretty pretty please?

2: Number of very sore boobs I've got right now. Seriously. Did I mention the red crescents? Right next to the nipple? Cause that's where they are. In the "sweet spot" of tenderness. Even now 15 min later, I can still feel them aching.

1: The number of mothers living in this house that will seriously miss it when her baby finally stops breast feeding. I don't know. Call me crazy, but it's been so sweet bonding with her and having fun while she eats. She sticks her finger in my mouth these days and plays with my teeth and I get to whisper to her in Spanish. I'm really going to miss that.

1: The number of mothers living in this house that will NOT miss leaking in the morning. YES!! I STILL LEAK ALMOST A YEAR INTO THIS!!! I'd like to see any of you who still have leaky boobs this long.

Man, I'm like a freak of nature. I should sell tickets. It's a slow economy: I'm charging per boob.

Nuff Said

Is it just me?

When you move into a new house, do you change all the toilet seats?

I don't know about you, but I have learned that almost always, used toilets come with a yellow or brown tinge to them that no amount of scrubbing will get rid of. I don't even try to clean them now. $5, 10 min and a trip to Home Depot makes my life so much better.

And it gives me a chance to clean in the two holes where the seat screwed in. I use gloves, a rag and the strongest chemical possible. The discussion I have with myself:

"Hmm, this one says to use in a well ventilated area. But this one says to use gloves, eyewear AND a mask. . Can I mix them? Oh screw it! I'm going to use oven cleaner and clean till I pass out from the fumes". And then I throw the rags away.

I'm only this compulsive when it comes to toilets. You know me. I don't do toilets, even when it's just me and my husband peeing in them. Forget about other people's pee. It's not happening.

Guess what? I'm sleeping in a new house tonight! And I just went to the bathroom on a new toilet seat! Man, life is good right now.

(To answer your questions, I move 1/2 block away from where I was before. Still in the same ward, but in a newer, smaller, but ultimately better place. Come visit me once the carpet gets put in!)

Dear Kind Sir. . .

Dear Gentleman panhandling for change outside Sam's Club in south Provo today:

I might be more inclined to give you my spare change if you weren't chatting on a cell phone while you sat on the curb holding a cardboard sign which professed your dire need for money because you are hungry.

Just in case you were wondering why I gave you a crusty when I drove by: it was the cell phone.

Love,
Me

Single Mom

I am a single mom. Marcelo is in California for a month earning some money before we go away to Ecuador in June. It's difficult being a single mom. Especially when you have so much to do!

For example, we are moving. . .again. By we I mean Evi and I. Alone. It's horrible. We are packing everything up, and we are doing it alone. I have to figure some way to move everything and clean this whole house alone. Cleaning is the worst part because this home is so nasty, no matter how much I clean it will always be dirty.

Anyway, Here is partial list of errands and places I have gone in the past 2 days: Bank, grocery store, dropped things off at the storage unit TWICE, library, video store, fabric store, Target, Babies R Us, changed oil in the car and had the windows tinted (that my landlord broke). I have also packed and cleaned the bathroom and 1/2 the kitchen. But now what do I do for food? I'm still trying to figure that out. In the meantime Evi and I are only eating pretzels and dry cereal.

Hopefully everything will go down as planned tomorrow. It probably won't. So Scary. I'll let you know if I'm still alive after this weekend.