I am so insanely busy, that the only thing I can do is sit down and blog about our last month.
Elder Neil Anderson of the Quorum ofthe Twelve Apostles presided over our stake conference and we got to meet him and his lovely wife. It was a wonderful experience for all of us, but especially Mario who got to spend quite a bit of time meeting with him and was so impressed with his humble and kind spirit.
In a less spiritual reunion, I went to the concert of the Argentine heartthrob Axel with my friend Carolina and Florencia - my most wonderful babysitter/cleaner/helper ever.
It was in the ballroom of a hotel and there were maybe 1000 people there - very fun, relaxed concert full of screaming females.
In case: selling all our belongings, packing, making sure we have all the necessary birth certificates and documents, getting international apostilles for them, selling our car, going to a million doctors to make sure we're all healthy before we have no more insurance, trying to find a car and a place to live online, etc. etc. etc. weren't enough, Mario lost the keys to the car last weekend. Which necessitated breaking two windows, having the car towed, getting the keys replaced, then getting the windows replaced. Fun.
I'm a second child - there is no baby book or record of my firsts. I swore I would not do that to my children, yet my second child is suffering the same fate already. Lucia is now 8 months old. She's been crawling all over the place for a month now, and for the last couple of weeks pulling herself into standing on anything that will support her - usually my pants legs. Makes it difficult to get things done. She is still ridiculous about sleeping - hard to get her to nap, won't sleep through the night - but when she's awake for the most part she's happy and giggly and babbling and we all adore her to pieces. Oh - except that she completely hates her car seat and screams any time we are in the car. Nice.
Gabe has survived his first girlfriend and first breakup. For the last couple of months he has come home from school every day telling me about his friend Barbi (just in front of him in the picture). "Ma, Barbi es mi amiga" with a special smile on his face. He wants to go to Barbi's house, he wants her to come to our house, he's sad when she doesn't come to school. Then today, I asked him if he played with Barbi today and he told me: "No, parece que Barbi no fue mi amiga. Es amiga de Mattias y el es grande" (No, it seems that Barbi was not my friend, she is friends with Mattias and he is big). But he seemed not at all concerned or saddened by that. I tried no hold in my laughter until he could no longer see me.
Elder Neil Anderson of the Quorum ofthe Twelve Apostles presided over our stake conference and we got to meet him and his lovely wife. It was a wonderful experience for all of us, but especially Mario who got to spend quite a bit of time meeting with him and was so impressed with his humble and kind spirit.
In a less spiritual reunion, I went to the concert of the Argentine heartthrob Axel with my friend Carolina and Florencia - my most wonderful babysitter/cleaner/helper ever. 
It was in the ballroom of a hotel and there were maybe 1000 people there - very fun, relaxed concert full of screaming females.
In case: selling all our belongings, packing, making sure we have all the necessary birth certificates and documents, getting international apostilles for them, selling our car, going to a million doctors to make sure we're all healthy before we have no more insurance, trying to find a car and a place to live online, etc. etc. etc. weren't enough, Mario lost the keys to the car last weekend. Which necessitated breaking two windows, having the car towed, getting the keys replaced, then getting the windows replaced. Fun. 
I'm a second child - there is no baby book or record of my firsts. I swore I would not do that to my children, yet my second child is suffering the same fate already. Lucia is now 8 months old. She's been crawling all over the place for a month now, and for the last couple of weeks pulling herself into standing on anything that will support her - usually my pants legs. Makes it difficult to get things done. She is still ridiculous about sleeping - hard to get her to nap, won't sleep through the night - but when she's awake for the most part she's happy and giggly and babbling and we all adore her to pieces. Oh - except that she completely hates her car seat and screams any time we are in the car. Nice.
Gabe has survived his first girlfriend and first breakup. For the last couple of months he has come home from school every day telling me about his friend Barbi (just in front of him in the picture). "Ma, Barbi es mi amiga" with a special smile on his face. He wants to go to Barbi's house, he wants her to come to our house, he's sad when she doesn't come to school. Then today, I asked him if he played with Barbi today and he told me: "No, parece que Barbi no fue mi amiga. Es amiga de Mattias y el es grande" (No, it seems that Barbi was not my friend, she is friends with Mattias and he is big). But he seemed not at all concerned or saddened by that. I tried no hold in my laughter until he could no longer see me. 
4 comments:
Ooh, I want more details about Elder Anderson. Did you guys talk about France?
That story about Gabe losing about to the tougher guy is hilarious.
I cannot even hold in my laughter....Gabe is going to be a heartbreaker clearly and he is just getting a taste of the love game. So darn funny! I am sure the chaos is overwhelming, but just get through it like a hiker heading up Mt.Everest....head down, plowing through and relax, swim, sigh and visit my beach house when you arrive Stateside! :)
poor Gabe - maybe a new country, new preschool, new start is just what he needs to get over the break up. very cool about E. Anderson. Mario's on the radar now.
My head is spinning just reading this. Thank goodness you still got in an Axel concert, or all would be lost!
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