The Simple Things (III)

With Winter just around the corner, we are trying to make the best out of the last few days we get to spend with the baby outside. On Saturday we had a party -- and we had a blast! Baby enjoyed his first moonbounce (is that what this is called?) ever and didn't seem to care much about it, but didn't complain, either. He just sorta hanged in there until we got him out. But I surely wasn't gonna miss the chance to snap a few pictures!

Javi had his fun, too. There was a mechanical bull for the grown ups and he obviously gave it a try! He didn't last long, but he enjoyed it. I was quite impressed to see how Geno smiled at his dad riding the thing, until Javi fell off: Then he looked at it with fear! It is possible that he understood the whole idea and thought the bull was actually trying to hurt his father? Nah, I don't think so, but it was so strange how he completely changed his attitude! Anyway, here he is.

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Okay, Baby boy, let's get this straight.

I will have no lawyers, doctors or architects in this house. This is not a friggin' university. For you, we have two plans, and we are kind enough to even let YOU choose which way to go. Ready? You can either be...

a. A Rockstar

b. A Soccer (STAR) player.

Next time I catch you with a book, you are giving me 3 laps of crawling around the house. 

A New Era Has Begun

Sweet baby G can now stand up, open the lower drawer, dig in and take everything out! Yes, I did just stand there taking pictures while this whole thing took place. Well sue me, I'm a first time mom and everything he does is new and wonderful to me! Even if only 2 days later, this has gotten really old and I'm not enjoying picking up every single thing over and over again as much as I thought I would. Strange.

Oh, and he is wearing just one sock. And Winter is just around the corner. But I needed to cook! Don't worry, he's cute and healthy as always. And dinner that night was great :)

The Simple Things (II)

Babies love catching a glimpse of themselves, or so I understand. Geno has a big mirror in his bedroom, and he is quite a Narcissist! Yesterday he managed to stand up just to get a good view of  his whole body, and his dad and I took three hundred pictures while we witnessed it. He is his own best friend, for now. Cheers to that.

Time flies

And before you know, your tiny little baby is eight months old. And he's crawling. Getting away from you. Chasing your cat. Reaching for his favorite toys from inside his toy chest. Not needing you as much as he used to. And you are amazed, and a bit relieved, and you get to do stuff while he plays on his own. But then he sees you, and gives you that smile that melts the world. And you surrender, and want to keep this moment in a jar on your nightstand for like ever. But the moment passes, he finds something else to play with, and you feel grateful for at least having the memory. And a few photographs to share:

I love you so much, baby Geno. Please let me catch my breath while you keep growing up.

Great things happen as kids get older

We've gotten to that point where Geno will drink his milk bottle in his crib while I'm doing something else in the kitchen, and when 5 minutes later I go back to check on him, this is what I see.

Bliss. A napping baby means some time for mom to do whatever. And it also means that I get to stare and marvel at the most beautiful, peaceful boy I've ever met. I love him so much. My only regret about him sleeping in his crib is that I don't get to cuddle right there with him!

Getting to know me... Getting to know all about me...

I always kinda dreamed of having a child while relatively 'young', that is, before I turned 50 or something, but I also always kinda thought that just wasn't in the cards for me.
After a very, very bad first relationship -which came quite late in my life, at age 19-, I met Javier, love of my life, father of all my imaginary children, you know how that goes. We were never meant to fall in love or anything, but a friend we had in common accidentally invited both of us to the same bar, we liked each other, and BAM! we had a beautiful baby boy.
Well, actually, although there was some BAM! somewhere, things weren't that fast. We moved together a year into the relationship, and after 2 years of living together, Genaro was born. Genaro is an italian name, that goes well with his last name, but is quite unusual in our country. Actually, he's the first Genaro I know, other than my great, great, great grandfather, but that doesn't even count because I never really knew him, right?

Anyways, I meant this to be a short introduction to my small family, but I guess I failed. Great start, Ana!
What I really wanted to share with you, Universe, is that while every Mother in America was celebrating her day on Sunday, here in Argentina we were celebrating Grandchildren's Day! 'What?' you ask, I'm sure. 'I've no idea' would be the most accurate answer. Grandchildren's Day. Go figure. Or go ask random toy manufacterers, I bet they are the ones behind this...
So, no presents for poor old me on Sunday, but Baby G got a set of rubber fish for bath time.  Wanna see? Yeah, I knew you did...

Too cute for you? Don't worry, Universe, I'll give you 24 hours to recompose yourself and come back for more...

So, if you're thinking of making toys, or already are, who ya gonna call? Ghostbusters! No, sorry, I meant, Grandparents!