Tuesday, October 5, 2010

surprise, surprise


Attention:
...we are not seeing anyone today, because there is a lot of dust...

My husband went to the RNP (Registro Nacional de las Personas) yesterday to apply for Nicholas' birth certificate. They were closed. Because of dust. Yes, dust. AND they misspelled the word "demaSiado" (too much/a lot) on that sign. Spell check, anyone?

He went again this morning, and they were open (hooray!) but the wait was over 5 hours (boo!). It took Jose over 6 months to get a new ID last year because every time he went they were out of plastic (for printing the cards). Next time he gets away from work to go, they'll probably say no hay sistema (the system is down). Or they'll be on strike. Or they'll be out of paper....

Maybe Nicholas will never have a birth certificate (and therefore never a US passport!!!)....

Friday, September 24, 2010

Monday, August 30, 2010

I bet you didn't know...

...that I lived so close to Kuwait, did you? ;)



Wait, maybe this is in reference to the BOULEVARD Kuwait. :)

Sunday, August 29, 2010

t- 6 days

I can't believe I'm going to be a mother (to a human...I'm already a mother to a fur baby!!) in 6 +- days!!!



The Dr. Seuss nursery is ready and cleaned, the clothes are washed and folded, our bag is packed....


Now what?!

I'm dying here. It's not that I'm that uncomfortable. Sure, I have little feet in my ribs and it's hard to breathe and I pee every 5 minutes, but it's not THAT bad. I've heard of a lot worse.

It's this WAITING GAME that has me going insane. Knowing that he could make his grand entrance any day now, but not knowing exactly when is driving me crazy. With every little pain, cramp, or tightening in my belly, I have googled "what do contractions feel like..." thinking OK THIS IS IT! But it never is. :-/

I guess all I can say is..... stay tuned!

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Word of the Day Wednesday

In case you were wondering...

An ant-hill is NOT called "la casa de las hormigas" (translation: house of the ants) in Spanish (like I called it, much to the amusement of my gardener).

It is called an hormiguero (say or-mee-geh-roh) or nido (say neee-doh).

Now you know.

Monday, July 19, 2010