Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Christmas Presents

This Christmas I couldn't think of anything Bella really needed toy-wise. Since we are moving soon, and she has tons of blocks, a couple dolls and lots of other odds and ends, I decided to buy some wool felt and MAKE her Christmas presents. We bought her the books "Where the Wild Things are" and "Fancy Nancy Spendiferous Christmas", and Alex and I made her everything else (of course I had to buy the wool felt which is quite expensive).

Here's what I came up with:

Felt Fruit. I had to buy a pattern for the oranges and banana. It was a lot more complicated than it looked! Anyway, I thought Bella would get a kick out of these.
A warm winter hat. 100% merino wool, oh so soft! I'm also making an itty bitty one for Gouda.
Felted wool balls and a pom pom chick, made with love, by Alex.

And, lastly, my very favorite...
Mr. Potato Head!!!, made of 100% wool felt, and stuffed with wool.And we have the female version.

And here it is bare naked. All of the pieces can be attached with Velcro, and when they aren't being used, they can be stored in this handy dandy little pouch in back:
Sadly, I can't take credit for this idea. I found it on this amazing website.
Now, this girl has some talent. I start drooling when I look at all of her ingenious projects.

So there you have it. I hope you all have a VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS!! I wish I could be there to partake in the festivities, but I'll be there in spirit. I can't wait to hear about all your fun Christmas adventures. Sending you all lots of love and big big hugs!
Love, Sarah

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Interactive Christmas Scene

Sorry for the posting delay. Bella was sick for over a week with a high temperature, lots of snot, an ear infection. It was not fun. Between that and making most of my Christmas presents this year, I haven't had time to mess around with my blog, but fear not! As I'm sure you've all been at the edge of your seats waiting for me to post pictures of my latest craft project, I have taken a few minutes away from Bella's Christmas presents to post. (she's been completely spoiled by all her grandparents and ya-yos, so don't worry. She won't go without! )

Now, my loyal readers, take a deep breath, for the time has come...

This was my very first sewing project. I wanted to make an interactive Christmas decoration for Bella (and Gouda) that we could take out every year. I also find it appealing to act as a reminder of how much my sewing will have progressed. I'll be able to look at it and say, "wow, I've really improved as a seamstress", because really, there is no other way I can go! ;-)
Anyway, I came up with a typical Christmas scene but with removable parts that could be re-attached with velcro.

We have the Christmas tree with the ornaments and the Christmas presents underneath. (Sewing tiny little circles was tough work!)
The fireplace with the fire, the stockings, the wreath, and in front - the rug with the rocking chair and kitty cat (and Santa's arm). Alex used Ari as his kitty cat model.And this is what it looks like when it's all together.

Anyway, I wish I had a picture of Bella playing with it. She loves it. She also loves to take the pieces and hide them in places like the air purifier and her mouth.

Next I'll post some pictures of Bella's Christmas presents... if I can find a minute or two tomorrow!!

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Fatten up that Turkey

Ok, yes I know I'm a bit late. Thanksgiving was a week ago, but we didn't celebrate it until Sunday here, so it's cool. Plus, I've been super busy with my toddler who doesn't stop getting into things unless she's sleeping (Thank god for long naps and bedtime!). My English classes have also been keeping me busy now that I'm working on Saturdays atCHEERS!
Cambride House English School and also doing an intensive course with this fun young couple who are going to Miami for a few months. Then after I put Bella down and eat my dinner, I try to squeeze in a couple hours for my arts and crafts. I made Bella a little Christmas toy/decoration that is beyond cute, but I still have to add the finishing touches and viola! I'll post it here. It was my first attempt at using my sewing machine, and it shows, but I still love it.Thanksgiving was fantastic. Hailey shared the recipe that she was using with me and I made either the best or the second best Turkey I've ever made (I can't remember the first one I made perfectly, so it's a toss up between the two). I also made pumpkin pie from scratch which was a first for me. I've never made any pie before that I can recall, so I was pretty proud about how it came out. MMMMM! I have to confess that I've also done an absurd amount of baking lately, and I'm finally going to admit that those 7 pounds I gained last month, can safely be attributed to all that heavenly, chocolately goodness. Take a look at these amazing brownie-cookies. YUM! A brownie by any other name… | King Arthur Flour - Bakers’ Banter"Whoa! Where did you come from?!"
Other than that, Baby Gouda has been dancing and doing flips constantly. I don't remember Bella being so active. GOD HELP ME. At first I was hoping for an Aquarius, but they seem kind of hyper. Now I think I'd absolutely love a Pisces. They're more laid back and dreamy, apparently! Anyway, Baby Gouda seems to move a lot when Bella sings. Did I mention that Bella sings? She does - she makes up her own lyrics to the tune of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star", and keeps close to in key. I love this kid.So there you have it - a lot of excuses for not posting more regularly, a few belly pics and a brief summary of our Thanksgiving. Oh yeah, I forgot about my burn... That's sort of healing. I'm afraid I'm going to have a huge scar. I should take a picture of it. I'm sure you'd all love to see it! ;-)

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

"You're Like a Sunny Day"

A few days ago I was chatting with an old (completely platonic) friend from college on Facebook. We hadn't spoken in ages, so I was ready for basic chit-chat when out of nowhere he said, "I miss your spirit. You're like a sunny day". I smiled and thanked him for the compliment, but added that I felt a lot of it had been sucked out of me. Truth be told, it often makes me sad when I think about where my free-spirited, happy-go lucky self has gone to. It's actually something I think about quite often these days, and the only thing that usually keeps me afloat is reminding myself that I will be home soon. Anyway, instead of just brushing off this self-depreciating comment, he went on to tell me that my spirit was strong and that in college he had always liked to be around me because he got a bit of "what I was giving off." He even confessed that he had used me as an example in a speech he had given, complete with a picture of me smiling!!! (And my friend, if you read this, I hope you don't mind me sharing it!!!)

As I read his words, tears began welling up in my eyes. Not only was it one of the nicest things anyone had ever said to me, it was completely out of the blue and superfluous. I had no idea I had affected him in this way at all. He could have lived the rest of his life without me ever knowing the impact I had made on him and I never would have been the wiser. But he chose to tell me. One simple little comment, truly made my year and gave me the inspiration I needed to keep going and fighting against the complete suckage of my spirit. He reminded me that somewhere out there people do care about me and I do make a difference in their lives.

In the past few month some of us have brushed elbows with death. It has come creepin' in close to us or into our loved-ones lives. Looking at all of these incidences together, I have begun to feel much more thankful for what I do have in my life, and have tried to stop thinking about all that lacks, especially in a time of such widespread misfortune. It has also been a big reminder for me to take a few moments and share my feelings of love and gratitude with those people who have touched me during my life. I know that you've all heard this quote, but I love it and think it properly sums up the point I'm trying to express:

“To the world you may be just one person, but to one person you may be the world.”

-Brandi Snyder

My friend gave me so much more than I'm sure he even realized with our Facebook chat. He was self-less and giving, and I think we could all stand to be a little more like him - not because we should, it being the holiday season and all, but because we can.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Disciplining My Daughter

Discipline has always been a hot spot for me. While I was teaching, it was the one thing I constantly tried to tweak and I felt like a miserable failure half the time. I've always found it very confusing, trying to find that middle ground between being too authoritative and being too lenient. I wanted the kids to listen to me and behave, but I also want them to think for themselves, have a healthy self-esteem and make decisions for the intrinsic benefit rather than doing it solely for praise or rewards. Finding a way to do this, though, is NOT an easy task! I have to admit, while I was teaching, I fell back on rewards and excessive praise because it was better than yelling and saying "no" constantly, but in the back of my mind, I knew that I was essentially resorting to bribery for a short-term fix. The kids were not behaving because it was the right thing to do to keep the classroom functioning peacefully. They were doing it because they wanted a prize from the butterfly box!!

Now my own precious daughter has entered the toddler stage of tantrums and fits and I was caught off guard. I thought that started in the twos and threes. Isn't it too early for her to think for herself?! I didn't really know how to react, so of course, I went and bought about five books on the subject. (Ok, I have to admit I am a complete geek when it comes to parenting books. I have a shelf full of them, and I've actually read the majority of them. I was a big self-help nerd before this, so I'm not straying very far here.) Among them, I found my salvation in a book called "Easy to Love, Difficult to Discipline" by Becky Bailey. If it were for the title alone, I never would have bought the book. Seven steps??! Could it get any more cliché? It seemed a bit cheesy, and geared toward real problem children, but I found it recommended on the Mothering.com forum website and then was impressed by the rave reviews. And now, every page I turn, impresses me more.
This lady has basically taken all of the discipline techniques I like, but always found incomplete (positive discipline, logical consequences, modeling appropriate behavior, intrinsic instead of extrinsic rewards...etc) and has put them together logically and in a way that actually makes sense. It's taking me some time to adjust, but I'm getting there.

I'd like to share one example that I found really eye-opening with you.

She offers the story of a little boy at his fifth birthday. He has four friends over for the party and his mom comes out with five cupcakes to share between them. The birthday boy immediately goes and grabs the entire plate and havoc, obviously, ensues. His friends get angry, the moms are giving him dirty looks and his own mother comes up, looking disappointed and embarrassed and says, "You don't need all those cupcakes. You have to share them." The boy holds on even tighter, so his mom goes on "In our house we aren't selfish. We share." He looks at her angrily and takes a step back with the plate of cupcakes, so she continues and tells him that he'll have to go to his room at his own birthday party if he can't cooperate... etc. It ends in disaster. He tries to get away from his mom with the cupcakes, they fall to the floor, he is devastated, she sends him to his room. Bad situation all around.

According to the author, the initial problem here was how the mother automatically assumed her son was trying to be selfish and take all the cupcakes for himself. Bailey talks about how most of us typically assume negative intent when our kids (or even strangers) do something wrong. (For example, a guy cuts us off, he's a thoughtless jerk. The cashier at the grocery store hardly even looks at us - she is just a bitch with no social skills. Your daughter pulls the cat's tale, she's cruel and insensitive... etc). We don't KNOW why people do the things they do unless we ask them. Young children are not able to articulate the motivation behind their actions, anyway, so instead of assuming negative intent, why not just assume it was positive? In essence, we're doing the exact same thing. We can't KNOW why, so why not just assume they have the best of all possible intentions?

When this mother approached her son, she could have just as easily said, "You are afraid that there won't be enough cupcakes for everyone and you want to make sure you get one. You want to have the best birthday ever, and I want you to as well, so let's make sure everyone gets a cupcake and has a good time. There's more than enough for all of us." Here she establishes a sense of trust with her child, meaning he doesn't need to react defensively. When we immediately assume the worst, our children have got to fess up to our accusations, even if they are incorrect. In this example, the boy would have had to admit that he was being thoughtless and selfish if he had returned the cupcakes to his mother.

I thought that was ingenious. It was a totally different way of looking at things. It hasn't been an automatic change because I'm used to just saying "No! You can't do that. You have to do this..." etc. But It really gave me something to think about, and I'm already seeing positive results with Bella. She seems much calmer and happier and has had less fits in the past few days. It's much more time-consuming at the moment, but the thought is that it will require less intervention in the future.

I would highly recommend this book to anyone who deals with children on a regular basis. It's not an easy fix, but let's face it, easy fixes don't really exist anyway. Her methods aren't only beneficial to your relationship with children, but for all of the relationships you have in your life. Seriously, I could almost call this book "life altering" if I wanted to surrender and let my cheesiness take over.

Being a toddler has got to be difficult. They are establishing a sense of self - becoming separate beings from their parents. They can't express themselves the way we can, and they don't know how to react to situations when they don't get what they want. It's all very frustrating. Being a parent and not knowing how to react is also frustrating. Having some tricks up my sleeve is definitely helping t0 alleviate some of these situations.

Monday, October 19, 2009

Would a Rose by any Other Name Smell as Sweet?

It's now time to start the name game - the process of finding that perfect name for your little baby, the name you absolutely adore, only to have your husband toss it out like old stinky cheese, simply because he once knew a girl with that same name who, unfortunately, was a filthy tramp. Aaagh! Deflated.
Luckily, "Arabella" isn't a common name that carries a lot of baggage.

Isn't it funny how names are so much more than just a few letters put together to make a pretty sound? They usually come with personalities attached to them, and those personalities are different for each person. Take the name "Stephanie", for example. I could never give my daughter that name because of the little second grade Stephanie with the messy hair who always tucked her skirt into her tights, and went around like that all day long. I don't think she was very nice either, come to think of it. Now on the other hand, Alex might have known the sweetest girl alive named Stephanie, but there's no way in hell he'd ever get that name past me. In my mind, she'll always be that unkept little girl climbing around on chairs showing her underwear to the world.

What happens when parents finally get through all the back and forth of finally settling on a name? Why, you want to tell the world, of course. HOORAY! you've finally found that perfect name for this perfect little person that you will soon meet on that perfect day in the not-so-distant future. So you eagerly tell your mother-in-law only to find her reaction less than enthusiastic. What? There's a girl on a soap opera you watch with that exact same name, and she's overbearing, dishonest and to put it bluntly, a real bitch?! Fantastic. Thinking you'll get a better reaction from someone else, you tell a close friend and you get the telling pause and then "Oh... that's different." or "nice" or, even worse, "huh." - no reaction at all.

What are we looking for when we share the baby's name with our friends and family? We are looking for them to be overjoyed and amazed by the beauty, just like we are. We want them to say things like "Wow! That's the most beautiful name I've ever heard!" or " I LOVE IT!", but of course, as I said before, we all attribute certain qualities to a name, and have no control over our reaction to it. Unfortunately, due to these unsought after reactions, we start doubting the brilliance of the name, and sometimes the name loses it's shiny glow and becomes a cold lump of poo. Undesirable -just like Stephanie.We were lucky that most people adored the name "Arabella", but there were a few people who waited to tell us that they didn't really like it until AFTER she was born.

That is why, my loved ones, despite my overflowing excitement to share this name that we love so much, we are going to wait to surprise you all with this perfect name until our perfect little angel is born. I will give you a few hints, just because I love games so much:

The name is just as beautiful as "Arabella" and just as unusual.
It's Spanish but has its English and French equivalents
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It also ends in 'a'
There's one more clue in this post, but I won't tell you what it is!


So, have fun, and enjoy the wait! I actually love it when couples decided to wait to announce the name because it adds an element of surprise to the birth. We've taken out the gender surprise, so now we have the name surprise! I hope you all feel the same way.

Love, Sarah

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Surprise Surprise!

It's a girl!

I'm still in shock, but ecstatic!! Sisters. This is going to be so much fun!!!

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Place Your Bets

19 weeks with a little bump.
All right folks, so the time has FINALLY come to find out if we're having a boy of a girl. This Thursday at 11:00 am I'll be 20 weeks pregnant and looking at our new little bundle LIVE! For those of you who still keep up with my blog, I thought it would be fun to see what your predictions are, and then we can see who was right and I'll be able to keep this forever and eva!

I'm thinking it's a boy for these reasons:

  • This time I had morning sickness, and with Bella NADA.
  • This time my face is breaking out NON-STOP and with Bella it cleared up.
  • This time my ass is half the size it was with Bella at 20 weeks and I've hardly gained any weight.
I guess that's it. Basically this pregnancy is different, so I just think boy. What are your guesses??

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Before I was a Mom

Looking back at my pre-mommy self, I find some parts hard to recognize. I have done so many things differently than I thought I would. I suppose I was quite ignorant about being a parent before becoming one, at least about all tricky bits like how hard bedtime can be and that teething and colds can turn your sweet little angel child into a relentless terror and that when a child is willful, your way may not always be the ONLY way. I remember looking at some parenting techniques and thinking "Jeez! That's crazy. I'd NEVER do that." I imagined myself stricter and sterner than I'm turning out to be. I imagined I'd be tougher. I imagined my children would all turn out to be little saints. Isn't that a laugh?!

Bella giving me kisses
I remember when I was at Tammy's pre-wedding party, pregnant and chatting with the girls, I said something really negative and snotty about co-sleeping, about how I wouldn't be caught dead with my baby in my bed. Two years later, I can't imagine not sleeping with Bella, and am aching inside at the prospect of moving her into her own bed. It has been such a bonding experience for us. Sometimes in the middle of the night, she wakes up and makes a "mmmmmm" sound and puckers her lips - the cue for me to give her a kiss. She also loves to rub my arms and sometimes she hugs them. When she wakes up she is always so happy, she gets up and brings me my shoes and tries to put them on my feet, which immediately gives me the energy I need to get out of bed.
Bella running around at the airport without pants on (she threw up on her dress and we had packed all her clothes)

It's amazing just how much being a mother has changed me. It's changed the way I look at life. It's certainly changed my emotional breakdown threshold (I seem to cry at everything these days). Most importantly, though, it's changed the way I think. I used to see things in black and white. If I didn't understand something, I'd write it off as "strange" or "crazy" and sometimes even "wrong". Take, for example, my initial judgment of Waldorf education... When I was teaching kindergarten In Pacific Grove, Ca, we shared our campus with a Waldorf school. I thought they were a bunch of wackos who irresponsibly let the children play all day long in an unstructured environment, and wouldn't allow them to read until they were in the second grade. It just seemed wrong and against everything that I'd been taught. It wasn't until I started looking into natural toys as an alternative to all the plastic crap that breaks in two seconds these days, that I came across Waldorf again, and this time I fell in love with certain facets of the philosophy.
In a small village in Mallorca for our anniversary.
Now after changing my opinion about so many aspects of parenting and child rearing, I no longer see things so clearly. I have, however, dedicated myself to learning as much as possible during this lifetime. When I don't understand why someone chooses a certain strategy which seems weird to me, I try to learn more about it. Maybe I won't choose the same things, but at least I will understand the reasoning behind them and I'll be able to accept most things without having to label them as "right" and "wrong".

I think that's what they call "tolerance", isn't it? Boy, I really feel like I'm growing. ;-)

Thursday, September 3, 2009

My Little Flamenca



Recently my in-laws went on a trip to Andalusia and, of course, couldn't leave without picking up a red and white polka dotted flamenco dress for Arabella. When she'll wear it, I have no idea. She looks like a huge cupcake in it, but I have to admit, it's adorable, not to mention traditional.

Anyway, a few days ago, Paquita came over hardly able to contain herself. She had found the matching shoes!!! At first they kind of freaked me out. They look like ruby slippers, only they don't sparkle, and are two sizes two big for her, but they do have heels!! Granted, they are only slight heels, and they're fairly thick - ideal for dancing flamenco - but for a 17 month-old, I don't know, doesn't it just seem weird to put her in heels? What I didn't realize then was that these are magic heels. The second Bella put them on, her feet took off, and she didn't stop stamping around and dancing until we took them off (or more accurately - until we nearly had to pin her down and struggle with her until we could rip them off).

I took this video after watching her for nearly five minutes... Notice how she's still going strong? Needless to say, bedtime was not easy immediately following this performance. Sleep tight tiny dancer.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Ahhhh Ya ya


I know this is terrible quality, but Bella completely cracks me up in this video. We were on our way home, and Paquita and I were trying to keep Bella awake, so Paquita started headbanging to the music. Since Bella was completely exhausted (midnight sillies), and seeing any grandma heandbang would put a smile on anyone's face, my sweet girl had a good laugh and a very interesting one-way conversation as well. This has become characteristic for her. She talks, but she says no words that any of us understand. It's truly hilarious, and I wish I could capture her in a moment of intense story-telling. She tells some interesting ones (I imagine!)

Friday, August 21, 2009

Going Public

So everyone knows that Bella turns 2 on the last day of March, but did you know this:

Oh, and please forgive my cheesy grin at the end. It couldn't be helped. ;-)

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

The Story about Language Part II

Yesterday I had a conversation with one of my students/friends about reading in another language. I finally finished reading "The Shadow of the Wind" in English, even though it was originally written by a Spanish man named Carlos Ruiz Zafón, and commented that I had attempted to read it in its original form, but found that the beauty of the language was completely lost when I did. Plus, there were expressions and slang that I didn't understand, leaving pockets of blanks throughout the story. He told me that when he reads in English, even though he usually understands what he's reading, he never really feels like he gets "inside" the book. He's just following along from the outside.That conversation warped into a new conversation about living abroad in a country where the native language is different from yours. When I tried to explain how it felt to me, living in Spain, the book reference came back. It's the same feeling I get living here. I understand what's going on, and I follow along from the outside, but that's where I remain. I never really get inside. I always feel like an outsider. I don't know if it's possible that this is a common feeling amongst foreigners. Maybe that's why it's so common for them to band together and start their own little community. I really have no idea. But this is the way it feels for me living here.

Having a Spanish-American daughter who will someday (if all goes well) be bilingual, is a trip in itself. I have read up on living in a bilingual household and I have also been fortunate enough to know quite a few bilingual families. Typically, the first language that tends to emerge is that of the parent who is with the children most of the time.. hence English in our case. I had been waiting and waiting for those English words to come. Paquita, Alex's mother, would often say things like, "She said 'ya esta'!!" and I was always thinking, "yeah sure she did..." Imagine my surprise on my birthday when she said 'hola' as clear as day.Well, she is around her Spanish grandparents all the time, and I always tell her to say 'hola' to everyone we meet on the streets. I guess I just needed to be patient. So I calmly waited for her first English word to come. "Leche", "papá", "mama" "yaya" "agua", "upa"...but only more Spanish words came. Where were the English words?? Then one afternoon, while we were walking down the street, she just blurted it out.

"Woof"!

Yes, she barks in English. Spanish dogs do not say "woof", you see? They say "guau guau". So we finally got a word! Later, we got some more, "doggie", "nana" (banana and Nana) "Bapa"(grandpa), "Ari", "Aia" (Gaia) and "cheese". It seems that because she lives here and is surrounded by Spanish outside of the home, she is picking up that language easier.

When we move back to the US, that is when the true challenge will begin. Will Alex be able to consistently speak in Spanish with the kids? We'll see... Our plan is to speak Spanish at home as well as having Alex regularly speak to them in Spanish. I've seen and heard some crazy stories, though, so I'm not going to be overly optimisic. I recently met an American lady who has been living here for over 30 years. She has always spoken to her two children in English, but she never insisted that they answer her back in English. It's the most incredible thing, she speaks to her, now grown, children in English and they answer her in Spanish. They can speak English, but they speak with a Spanish accent.

I suppose I never fully understood what I was getting myself into when I decided to come to Spain. Romaticism in your mid twenties can make you do spontaneous and outrageous things. Of course I don't regret my decisions. I love my husband and my little pip squeak, and life is positively more colorful, challenging, and amusing than in my monolingual days.

I've attached a video of Bella looking through some books (take a look at the MOUNTAIN of books on the floor!). You will hear her say "woof" (I think she's referring to the little teddy bear in the book) and she also says "hola". At the moment, her favorite word is "agua" and she makes sure to point it out whenever: she sees fountains, the sea, someone drinking from a water bottle, if she gets wet, if it rains, when she hears splashing in the pool... etc.

Friday, July 3, 2009

The Story about Language Part 1

I had never really thought about language before I moved to Spain. It was a dream of mine to speak another language, but it definitely wasn't something that crossed my mind daily. I had absolutely no concept of the true difficulty involved in learning another language. I remember speaking to my roomate's French friends while I lived in Pacific Grove. I would babble on and on, endlessly, like usual, and then look at them to reply. They'd usually look at me with those typical lost faces that foriegners and tourists make when a cashier in a grocery store asks them a question. gulp! "HELP"One of them finally said to me, "Sarah, you are so hard to understand. You speak so fast." Huh? Me? Really? I hadn't thought about that before. Was it really that hard to comprehend what I was saying. Um... YES.

Now I understand that. I'm so glad I don't have to speak to my past self in another language. It would probably be like speaking to the girl that works in our bar. I have no idea what she does, but I maybe understand her half of the time I talk to her. It's completely frustrating, and now it's me with one of those dumb faces. (Pssst... I'm secretly a pro at pretending I understand everything. It's something you learn pretty quickly when you get tired of looking lost all of the time).

So, now I think of language every day. I don't usually have to think so much to understand, unless I'm speaking about a subject in which I'm lacking serious vocabulary - the names of trees and plants, for example, or specific anatomy or bodily processes... the things you don't speak about on a day to day basis. Constructing sentences isn't difficult either, unless I worry about speaking completely grammatically correct. Speaking grammatically correctly is a bitch.
I obviosuly have to think about language when I teach English. Did you know that when I came to Spain I really learned TWO new languages? I did. English and Spanish.I new how to speak English before, but I knew nothing about it. How many verb tenses do we have in English? I answered that question when I first arrived - "three - present past and future" WRONG. There are three simple tenses, but altogether, English has more like 18. Of course I had to learn all of them and the rules behind them. When do we use 'do' and when do we use 'make'? Care to try to answer that?

  • Do your homework. Make your bed. I made a cake. I'm making progres. He's made a mistake.

Not so easy to explain, is it? Especially when the word 'hacer' in Spanish is used for both of them.

Oh language, you little devil!

Being married to a man whose native language is different than mine... that's weird sometimes. Even though Alex speaks fluent English, we still sometimes have our difficulties. I've learned to speak much more clearly than when I lived in Pacific Grove, but I still mumble now and then. We also get into heated arguments about speaking Spanish. I want him to speak in Spanish more often. He says it's too difficult to remember since he's used to speaking in English with me. I say, "make an effort". Then he worries about losing some of his English. We finally agree to speak Spanish three days a week. Our first few sentences of the day start in Spanish, but somewhere along the line, one of us slips back into English, and then it's all over. No more Spanish. DEFEATED.

(This is already a long post, so I'm going to leave it with this status: To be CONTINUED)

Sunday, June 21, 2009

She's FUNKY!


Here's Baby Bella's new dress -A FunkyMom Original. It's obviously for winter... and she'd wear a shirt under it, but it came out pretty well. I'm very proud of myself! It was my first attempt at fair isle (two colors on one line knitting), and I'm ready for more!! Next up - a Sunny Sun Hat for Bella Lu.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Splish Splash!

We pulled out the inflatable pool a few days ago and there was absolutely NO hesitation. Bella climbed in before I could stop her - fully dressed, sandals and all. She absolutely LOVES the water and I couldn't be happier!

Here is a short video of us playing catch in her swimming pool. At one point she starts pointing and talking and we're pretty sure she was telling Yayo to grab the red ball... the red ones are her favorites apparently!

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Jadraque and Sigüenza

View of Jadraque church from our hotel window

A month after we'd moved into our new house we had an outbreak of crazy little winged insects in our living room. They were everywhere! Scary stuff! Turns out, the bottom floor was slowly being eaten away by termites. A month and a half after calling the landlord and having exterminator #1 come and check out the situation, exterminator #4 finally fumigated. We took the opportunity to get out of town for a few days and headed north - to the cooler (or downright freezing cold) weather. We headed up to Guadalajara to a teeny tiny town called JADRAQUE. I couldn't remember the name of the town for the life of me so every time I referred to it, I'd call it something different - Jeringue, Jacarta, Jaqrackers...

Not too much to see in Jadraque... the church was the major tourist attraction. But no one told us about the amazing park with the exercise equipment built in! Can you say "AWESOME"??Swinging for the first time = Lots of shrieks and squeals (and I think Bella may have laughed a few times too)!

The little rural casita we stayed at in JADRAQUE was adorable. It was actually the main determiner in picking a place to go for the weekend. It was quaint and quiet and VERY WELL decorated. Props to the owners for their fabulous taste.

La Carbonera, a rural casa in Jadraque, Spain

On Tuesday we headed a bit east to a medieval town called Sigüenza and spent the majority of our time walking around trying to find the perfect place to have lunch. MISSION ACCOMPLISHED. We found exactly what we were looking for complete with an outdoor terrace with an incredible view, yummy grilled goat and Migas Castellanas (a yummy breadcrumb dish that sheperds eat). MMMMM! Plus, a bottle of wine. Perrrrfect!

Sigüenza, Spain
I absolutely LOVED all the cast iron fences made of swirlys!!

Sigüenza cathedral


Best restuarant EVER!

Bella did... well, she did all right considering she's a baby. I suppose I'll let her behavior go this ONE time... BUT THIS TIME ONLY!! ;-) In her defense, long car rides are just no fun for babies. She got sick on both journeys :( It was also difficult to keep her entertained for very long. She's so stinkin curious! She got into EVERYTHING, which is perfectly normal, but much easier at our house where we can keep her occupied and safely contained.

Not happy about being stopped, but I wasn't too concerned after a few glasses of wine!

All in all, we enjoyed ourselves thoroughly, but rest we did not. I think we need another vacation just to get over this vacation!!!