Catching up... again!

So... since my last post, in July 2008, I had my baby girl! And she is the most beautiful baby ever! Just ask her grandparents! They are soooo going to spoil her! Well, they already do!
A few days ago, she started laughing! It was the cutest thing, I was kissing her feet and her belly and she giggled , so I started tickling her chest and armpits and she really started shrieking!! I was on the phone with my parents and hey got to hear her. I haven't been able to get her to laugh like that since. Oh, well, soon she'll laugh again.
What else? She needs a haircut! She looks like a little cholilla with her long hair. Ohhh, and she found her feet! She's always touching them, sometimes even putting them in her mouth, yumm! i have a story to tell about feet-touching, which I will write later.
Well, that's it for now, we're going out today, and I need to take time to control her wild hair!
Here is a picture of Mom & Daughter:

Wheeling

There is a toothless platypus-like mass of a dog asleep on my lap. Wake up, Lola. I'm typing extra hard to see if it wakes her. No. Ok.

The thing I miss most about not being pregnant is being able to move furniture around. We've been doing some changes around here and all I did was say "that goes here" or "that goes there", and it's not as fun as it sounds. I don't like to wait for The Husband to get home so I can move stuff. Well, the good part is I haven't taken out the trash in about four months.

So today I moved the only thing I can move. A table, with wheels. So basically I just wheeled it to another room. But I decorated a little too. Take a look:
1. Moving stuff around, 2. These two are guarding my painting., 3. Lola Pop, 4. There's a mammoth in my terrarium!

I belong to the zoo

Andi is 29 today. Twenty nine years young. I say young because, well, I feel young, and because some weeks ago I was talking to the Duque, and I said something about my adult life and he basically laughed in my face saying I wasn't an adult yet! Not even because I was 28 (at which age he had been married 7 years and had two kids), or even because I've lived away from home for a decade, been married four years and am going to be a mother! Gee... thanks, dad!

But I imagine this is just how it is, and how it will be. We'll always be our parents' little kids in some form or another. Like my mother-in-law, who still asks if her son brushed his teeth. Right, like I would have married someone who didn't brush his teeth. Anyway...

So, yeah, I'm old(er) and I like to think a little bit wiser. Just a little bit. A bit is fine with me.

Shame, shame, you've had your fun

I momentarily forgot the name of my blog. What's wrong with me? Must be the pregnancy. I'm blaming everything on the pregnancy now. Forgetful? It's the pregnancy. Hungry? It's the baby. Haven't taken out the trash? Sorry, I can't carry heavy loads. Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk!
So, my dad, El Duque, my faithful reader, is disappointed because I haven't written anything in more than a month. I said it's because I can't think of anything to write (But, really, it's the pregnancy). So he gave me two topics to write among myself. I think I'll start today with the easy one.
Hiccups
I get loud hiccups. I mean, really loud hiccups. Really loud hiccups that last for hours. I have learned to make them go away through breathing techniques. Don't ask me how I do it, but it works. It is all in your head, really. I only use this when I am in public, 'cause when I'm at home I don't really care, it makes me laugh. When I was younger, I didn't know how to control my hiccups, so there I went, hiccuping away, and not really caring. Until... UNTIL... one day, an older cousin, who used to visit us every summer, and I went shopping, or rather, she took me along, and I was bored. We were at the mall when suddenly I got the hiccups, and I hadn't realized this could cause shame until she started hiding from me in stores! She didn't want to be seen next to the girl with the unnecessarily loud hiccups! So I did what any rational preteen would do. I followed her around and right after every hiccup, I yelled "Alice, stop it with the hiccups, Alice, have you no shame?", so everyone would think it was her with the hiccups. Ahhh, good times.

Stay tuned for the next topic: The Day I Realized I Was Not Made for Public Speaking.

Tejiendo Chambritas

Sorry for the lack of posts lately. I've been kind of pregnant and sleepy, very very sleepy. We didn't want to tell the whole world yet, but every time I attempted to write a post, the only thing I could think of writing was about the pregnancy, so I desisted.

So now that the word is out, I can write again! I'm freeee!

I haven't been very crafty lately, either, what with all the sleeping I do. But I have plans for new things. New baby related things and other non baby related things for the shop, lest I keep everything for myself! I also have to crochet a blanket for my nephew, who's due in August.

So that's about it for now. Soon I'll show you progress pics.

Life Lessons

Today my parents celebrate 33 years of marriage.
Thinking they weren't going to be home, I dialed their number and was prepared to leave a funny/annoying message on their machine, because, well, that's what I do. But instead of going to play golf, like he does every Saturday, El Duque decided to stay home and answered the phone. Damn! My surprise was ruined. He said I could call again and he wouldn't answer so I could leave the message, but it's not the same! I'm just gonna have to call some random day when they're at work and congratulate them.

Also, 22 years ago today, my brother and I made our First Communion. At least, I think it was 22 years ago. I don't remember much about that day, except that the reception was held in our backyard and it looked beautiful. And that I kept eating the cookies that were on the table. Or maybe I remember all of this because there's a video of it somewhere. I'll look for it next time I visit my folks.

Oh, one last childhood memory before I go. I don't remember how old I was, I think maybe 6 or 7. We were at an aunt's house celebrating Easter. We were all searching for eggs when I got a splinter in my finger. Being the exaggerated little girl that I was, I went crying with my parents becasue it hurt SO MUCH! The Duque removed it and promised me a prize, I suppose for being a brave girl and putting up with SO MUCH PAIN!! I thought for sure I was getting a new toy! On our way back, we stopped at at Circle K and he got me some M&M's!! M&M's!! Surely he was joking! No, that was my prize. Nowadays I would be lucky to have M&M's for something as insignificant as a splinter!
Thanks Dad!! =P

Ugh

Wow, I was writing a post about constructive criticism and unsolicited advice but it was getting ugly fast, so I thought I'd just post something that makes me really happy. Well, two, actually.

One is this crochet purse, new in the shop.
And two, lovely Lola paws.