Language Barrier

Ariessa is half Filipina. I hope that one day she will be fluent in both English and Kapampangan (a dialect in the Philippines). Her Lola and Lolo (grandparents on Daddy’s side) speak to her in both languages and she really connects to them. Nobody can teach her new “tricks” like they can! That being said, my daughter and I have already experienced a language barrier.

One day I noticed she knew how to blow kisses and it was the most adorable thing ever. However, she would never do it after I asked–begged really: “Ari, show grandma how you can blow a kiss!” “Ari, can you blow kisses to daddy?” “Ari, please blow a kiss.” Not only did she not do the requested action, but her face was void of any recognition–as if she had absolutely no idea what I was talking about! Nobody believed that she could!

Recently, Ari was hanging out with Lola in the other room when lo and behold I hear: “Baby, do a plying kees” which was quickly followed with an “awww, good girl!” My husband and I start cracking up as we begin to realize what had happened. I walk over to see her blowing kisses left and right! Lola taught her the motion, but to them it was a “flying kiss”! Now, I’ve altered my vocabulary to include their term and I love it. I guess it’s never too late to teach an old English major new tricks!

*Sending flying kisses* -Ari & I



Ari and the Great Outdoors

Ari loves to be outside. She enjoys long walks on the beach with the wind in her hair. No seriously. If she is fussy and generally unhappy get that girl in a stroller and you’re good as gold.

A few weeks ago she was not having it with “inside life” so Daddy & I took her outside. It was ridiculously hot, so we opened the garage and sat in the shade. We were bird watching. A sweet little bird was hopping around on the side-walk when lo and behold! a literal hawk (or another predator bird– I’m no bird expert) swooped down and grabbed the sweet fluffy baby in its talons. This is not what we signed up for.  If I wanted my daughter to witness this I would have stayed inside and turned on Animal Planet. As if that wasn’t enough, the hawk remained in the vicinity to eat flufbaby. It flew atop the light post and we were showered in tiny down feathers. *crying*.

At this point we are very unhappy with our outdoors experience. Okay, fine. am very unhappy about our outdoors experience.  Ari is oblivious. Every now and then a feather would catch her eye and she would follow it until it hit the pavement, but she knew nothing of it’s significance.  So I grab a fallen apple off the yard’s ground and tell my husband to throw it at the flesh devouring beast. He says it’s no use at this point. I insist. He throws and it gets very close to knocking the brute over. However, on the apple’s decent it was a mere inches from crashing into the neighbor’s car. Not one of our finer moments. The savage animal flies away, taking fluff mcbaby with it.

I snatch Ari up and stomp inside…to prepare us a chicken dinner…





The Mom Cut

As my daughter approaches six months of life, it only made sense for me to turn in my long locks card. I officially have the dreaded “mom hair”. When I was younger, I always assumed that I would be better able to balance “personal grooming time” and “make sure baby is thriving time”. False. Personal grooming has fallen by the wayside. The things I have kept up with (My husband would say ‘Thank God’): showering, brushing my teeth, and plucking my eyebrows. The last in the list is to ensure looking like a human vs. a yeti. You’re welcome. Long gone are the days of makeup. In fact, you’d be lucky to catch me with a freshly washed head of hair. I want to kiss the person who invented dry shampoo.

I have what I like to call an “extended bob”. It is extended in the sense of width, not length. My hair is so thick that my short hair bounces like an inch from my face. The hairdresser even stated, “We could spend all day thinning your hair and you’d still have enough! *nervous laughter*” Yes, Christine.. we would. Thank you for your observation. The only good thing to come out of this life event was that I was able to donate about 14 in. of hair to Locks of Love. However, that isn’t the first thing I think of the morning after falling asleep with a wet head. The things I think are not suitable for a family blog post.

So here we are. Less hair, more work. Not what I had in mind.