Archive for July, 2009

“El Gordo” No Mas

Posted in breastfeeding, feeding, Maximo, Uncategorized on July 30, 2009 by gabrea

Maximo was one of those super-chunk babies for his first 6 months, earning him the nickname “El Gordo” (Fattie) with our local Mexican friends.  Babies here tend to be on the smaller side, and he would often outsize babies 6 months his senior.  We were not worried, of course, and sang the praises and powers of awesome breast milk to anyone commenting on his baby-girth.

As expected, once he started moving, crawling, scooting, and climbing all over the place, he has leaned up quite a bit.  His once perfectly round head and chubby-chub cheeks have begun to shape from baby-face into boy-face – a beautiful transition to witness, along with so many others as he grows.  His clothes are fitting for longer periods of time, his legs and arms are considerably less sausage-y, and he hasn’t seemed to be getting much heavier on my hip. He’s even got a new nickname from those who coined “El Gordo”: he is now “El Flaco” (Slim).

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So I didn’t expect his weight to have gone up much when he went for his 11-month checkup today.  But I was surprised to find that he weighs the same (actually 100 grams less), than 3 months ago, clocking in at 8.900 kilos (19.6 pounds).  In 5 ½ months (that’s half his time on earth), he went from the 75th percentile for weight, to the 10th percentile.  Wow, El Flaco indeed.  Nothing to worry about, according to our wonderful Doctora (I should pause here to say that we LOVE our Pediatrician, and finding an awesome, English-speaking, female, progressive, like-minded Physician in Mexico is no small feat), especially since our little man eats and nurses like a champ.  She did recommend we add in some more carbs/grains.  I guess I have tended to shy away from starchy stuff based on some of my reading – we are really conscious of wanting to set our kid up for a lifetime of healthy eating, and kids can so easily get pre-disposed to starchy foods when they are babies and eat lots of cereals, etc.  So we rarely give him cereal, and though I recently rotated some pasta into the mix, I don’t give him a lot of rice/pasta/bread-y type grains either.  I had to laugh to myself that I have inadvertently had him on a sort of “South Beach Baby Diet” – all veggies, fruits, yogurt, cheese, eggs, and lean proteins like chicken & fish.  I guess it’s time to carbo load, y’all.  No if only he would stop moving around so much…

QM

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Posted in ¡que comida!, feeding, Maximo, Uncategorized on July 29, 2009 by gabrea

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Pesto Pasta with Mahi-Mahi

Our friend Daniel – who, aside from being our favorite wise wizard and a generally amazing human, is an organic gardening guru – recently brought us an armful of gorgeous, green, fragrant basil from his jardin in the jungle.  So  I made pesto, including a batch sin pine-nuts for young Maximo’s enjoyment.

At about the same time – the food Goddesses smiling upon us with their delightful bounty – some clients of ours went on a fishing trip and caught 16, yes sixteen, dorado (aka mahi-mahi).  So we came into some fish.  I made a ridiculous amount of ceviche for the adults in the house, and poached some of the fish for Maxxi.

All of this came together as Pesto Pasta with Mahi-Mahi.  I guess I could write an official recipe, but that seems a little silly when it really just comes down to this:  I processed the basil with parmesan and a little olive oil, tossed it with chopped up veggie bowtie pasta, and then tossed that with tiny little pieces of poached fish.

Voila!

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Stair Master

Posted in Uncategorized on July 29, 2009 by gabrea
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Maximo’s favorite new pastime?  Creepin’ up the backstairs (as The Fratellis would say…).  It literally makes him giddy with excitement, this awesome new power.  Today we bought a baby gate.

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FOR THE TRULY DEDICATED FANS ONLY:

check out the video (“baby vs. dog on stair course”)

QM

1-2-3-4, Baby!

Posted in breastfeeding, Gabbi, love, Maximo, travel on July 26, 2009 by gabrea

IMG_7764_resize_resizeRecently we took our first family vacation, and Maximo set foot on American soil for the first time – in the Dallas/Fort Worth airport, no less.  So where do you vacation when you live in paradise?  Hawaii, of course!  I know, we just can’t get enough of the beach.  Well, truth be told, our path to Hawaii was not one that we forged ourselves, though I certainly have no complaints about ending up there.  My mom (Karen), my step-dad (Mark), and my hermanito (aka little brother, Zachary) invited us to join us on their family vacation this year and we happily and graciously joined them (yes, it took about 0.0 seconds to agree to this).  A week on the Big Island + a week on Kauai = 2 weeks of vacation bliss — and with Grandparents to boot?  Sign us up!

IMG_7516_resizeNow, since moving to Mexico and living our totally awesome, semi-vacation-y lives year-round, we (being me and my hottie hubby) have not taken a real, fly-our-asses-to-another-place (together) vacation.  Seriously, we have not flown together since, well, since we went to Maui for our great friends Gordy & Alicia’s kick-ass wedding (so you don’t feel sorry for us or anything, we have flown places, just not together, you know, for fun).  AnyWAY, what I mean to say, was this was a BIG DEAL!  Flying somewhere together, for vacation (2 weeks!), with our BABY!

The week leading up to our departure felt like an old-school pre-vacation work week, with tons o’ stuff to do and prep – which always makes it that much sweeter to be on the R-O-A-D, or in the S-K-Y, as may be the case, in our case.  Which case would be – a flight with a lap-baby, from PV to the aforementioned Dallas/FW, on to LAX, and finnnnnnalllllllly, Kona, HI! – so, we were curious how this grand flight adventure would play out with our wee one, in our laps no less.  Luckily, Maxxi is still nursing (con ganas!) which made for an easy soothing solution during all those flight legs.  (sometimes I would righteously think, when looking at other babies, “my baby doesn’t use a pacifier”… and then I would have to remind myself that my nipple had been in his mouth more or less continuously for the past few hours, and that his pacifier was in fact my breast.)

Long story short, Maximo was a traveling champ, and we became quite deft at the dance that isIMG_7811_resize traveling with a babe.  At each checkpoint/security gate/boarding/de-planing, we would rattle off our foolproof counting system to make sure we had all the important things: “1, 2, 3, 4, Baby!”  Which counted our 1, 2, 3, 4 carry-on bags (don’t you judge me, non-parents!), and of course, the baby, which was most often in the portable stroller (our other accountable item) which we had acquired for just such an occasion as flying to the US and subsequently across the South Pacific.  Thus was our mantra as we moved from plane-to-plane, checkpoint-to-checkpoint, towards our destination of vacation awesome-ness.

And what an awesome vacation it was.  I think I had forgotten how great it feels to really be OFF, to let go of work, household chores, email, even writing (yes, it has been a while, has it not?).  Being on vacation with family also takes on a whole new sheen when you have a baby of your own.  While we do have a Nanny who helps out occasionally during the day while we work, we just haven’t been in the habit of leaving Maxxi alone with a sitter while we go out or go do stuff together.  So having family to help care for him and hang out with him opened up a whole new world.   Gabbi & I got to go out at night, go running together, go kayaking & snorkeling, and go on an amazing boat ride around the incredible Na Pali Coastline on Kauai.  We went to bars, had wonderful dinners, and got to know each other again.

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“Oh, yeah… YOU!  You’re awesome and fun and sexy and I’m in love with you!”  Not to take anything away from the way I love my husband as a father and the way I love my son as the creation of our love – it’s just that sometimes it’s easy to lose yourself as an individual when you are focusing most of your energy on being a parent.  And as a Mother, I know I’m not always the best Lover and Wife.  My mind is often centered on the next need to be filled, the next chore to get done, the minutes I can use to cram in some work or do some personal writing.  Being on vacation peeled away all the layers of the everyday and brought the most important things into laser focus.  Plus, spending time alone as a couple, doing fun things together, is re-energizing.  It made me feel like a kid, which is a nice break when usually all I think about is being a mom to a kid.

As our 2 weeks wound to an end, I started feeling a little anxious about coming home.  And I LOVE my home.  I love my town, my chosen country, my house.  But aside from the obvious greatness of being on vacation, Hawaii spoiled me with the most perfect weather (80s, sunny, breezy, never humid), lots of safe space for Maxxi to crawl around and play, and a refreshing lack of dirt and dust.  Everything was so…. Clean.  Paved.  Simple.  Easy.  Home was waiting with humidity, mud, crazy rain storms, construction on my house, dust, mosquitoes, chores, work.  So, I was a little nervous.

I was also excited to get back home, as always after being away.  And luckily, summer being our slow season here, it has been an easy transition to reality.  With work slow, we have been able to ease back into the day-to-day, and make sure to keep some of our vacation glow and our vacation mentality, applied to our own little corner of paradise.  Is that not a lesson that we all try to take away from our vacations, no matter what waits at home?   My other big takeaway is that it really is important to find/make/create time alone with my husband, where we can really focus on each other without one ear tuned on the baby monitor.  Because we love being a family, and we are a better family when we are tuned into and in love with each other.

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QM