Two crazy days of packing, running around like a grinning headless chicken, in Abu Dhabi, 29 hours of squishing up with folks on three planes, 11 different time zones, countless bad airline meals, and here I am, back in Tijuana, arriving in Mexico just as a flu epidemic is taking over the news, and the government is shutting down all schools and nurseries in the country. Next to be shut down if it keeps going are all the ministries. Ha ha. Guess where we have to go to get Maya's passport legalized? Ministry of Internal Affairs and Minstry of External Affairs.
Yes, our lives were clearly too boring, and we need more drama.
Little punky baby came back yesterday, and my goodness, I don't think I'm lying when I say that we have the most beautiful baby in the world. Maya toddled up the street towards me, holding Myrna's hand, and when she saw me, stuck out her arms and gave me a big grin. I picked her up, and she promptly turned around and put her arms back out to Myrna! Little scallywag... I'm so glad that she's been so well looked after for the past two and a half months, and she was clearly very happy with them. She's now being weaned back off TV and late nights, and back onto boring mummy schedule.
She's a real little toddler. She toddles! It's so strange, I keep putting her down and expecting her to get down and crawl, but she just toddles. She's still her happy, exploring little self, loves eating pretty much anything, hasn't shown any interest in her bottle any more though, not sure if that's a phase or the status quo from now on. Had to make a mad dash to buy a new cot, as the old one had totally died. I might see if I can send this one back to Abu Dhabi, as it's a good travel cot.
We're staying with Fiona and the twins, who have also grown so much in two and half months. They are also vying for the position of most beautiful babies in the world, gorgeous little darlings. Last night, we had the three of them in two little tubs in the bathroom, lots of splashing, rubber duckies, and happy naked babies. And two wet mothers trying to keep it all under control. Madness. Haven't got my camera back from Myrna and co yet, so couldn't video it, but I will soon!
Right, it's now 4am, been up for an hour, ahhh, the joys of jetlag. Time to go and toss and turn and see if there's some sleep in it.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
It's Official!!!
Yep, that's right, that one tiny, crucial detail that we've been waiting for ohhhhh, sooooo impatiently since October LAST YEAR, is now a done deal.
Approximately one hour ago, Aida, our indefatigable lawyer, called on Skype to say: She signed (line cut off) Call again: She signed (line cut off) Call again: She signed (line cut off) etc about six times.
That was all we needed to hear, and now after an hour of jubilant phone calls and bad line skype chats to Myrna, Aida, Fiona, our parents, we're up in the middle of the night, booking flights, grinning from ear to ear - or from Abu Dhabi to Tijuana - and there is dancing in the street, fireworks and a marching band celebrating outside. Ok, I made that up, but that's what it feels like.
So, we're now online trying to book flights, pack, prepare, think, sleep, dance and sing.
Baby girl, here we come!!!
Approximately one hour ago, Aida, our indefatigable lawyer, called on Skype to say: She signed (line cut off) Call again: She signed (line cut off) Call again: She signed (line cut off) etc about six times.
That was all we needed to hear, and now after an hour of jubilant phone calls and bad line skype chats to Myrna, Aida, Fiona, our parents, we're up in the middle of the night, booking flights, grinning from ear to ear - or from Abu Dhabi to Tijuana - and there is dancing in the street, fireworks and a marching band celebrating outside. Ok, I made that up, but that's what it feels like.
So, we're now online trying to book flights, pack, prepare, think, sleep, dance and sing.
Baby girl, here we come!!!
Saturday, April 11, 2009
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