Thursday, May 14, 2009

Three Bananas

Isabella ate three bananas today, in about three minutes. Three bananas! I can't stop saying it - three bananas! 

Me:   Isabella, where did you put the rest of the bananas?
Isabella:   I ate them all.
Me:   No, the rest of them. Where did you put them?
Isabella:   I ate them all.
Me:   What?! Isabella, where did you put them?
Isabella:   In here. (opens her mouth wide)
Me:   WHAT - three bananas?! Are you sure? What did you do with the peels?
Isabella:   I put them in the trash.
Me:   Three bananas! (as I literally count three banana peels in my trash can)
Isabella:   Yup. 

I just bought them two days ago so their size is fresh in my head. I only bought three. And they were not that small. Geez. 

Stay tuned and I might just write about the day she asked me to boil her some eggs and ate five of them. Five eggs! 

(banana pic courtesy of

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Moms & Milkshakes

I have this visual of my cousins, Claire and Beth, in their Catholic school uniforms happily walking home with their arms intertwined. Once they get to Beth's house, they proceed to make themselves milkshakes (chocolate) and head straight to Beth's room to start their homework. This is done with even BIGGER smiles on their faces... and of course, all of this is done without a single parent in sight telling them what to do. They happily choose to do this. Every. Day.

This is the image my Mom put in my head as I was growing up. I can't count the number of times she told me how great my cousins were (all six of them) and how well they were doing in school. When we really got out of hand, she'd say something like "(Gasp!) What would your Aunt Celeste think of this? or Memere?!" For a long time, the thought that my perfect and beautiful American cousins would think that I was a rotten-little-brat totally scared me straight.

Now that I'm no longer 8 yrs-old, I still think about all those stories my Mom told me. About how my Aunt Mary & Uncle Bill gave up their home for us and put a roof over our heads when we first arrived from Peru. I remember my Dad calling my Aunt Celeste an angel when we saw an old family friend in the street. How my Uncle LJ took care of Memere without complaining. Yup, my family was perfect and I was just one lucky little girl.

I know now no one's perfect, no matter how many milkshakes they drink. I've come to realize that my family has had their share of struggles but for all the "No way's - not MY family!" that I've thought, my vision of them hasn't faltered much. They're still perfect to me. A part of me still wants to be just like them.

I think my Mom played her cards pretty wisely and like all Mom's should. She created an image for us to strive for. She created love and respect for our family - mixed in with a little awe. It doesn't matter now what was true and what wasn't, no one can take that away from me. I think of the stories I tell my girls and just like my Mom, leave out some of the not-so-pretty details. Not because I want to lie but because I want them to always try to be their best, to always be on their best behavior.

So, it's Mother's Day and I've really got to get cracking on perfecting my milkshake recipe!  :)

Saturday, May 9, 2009

I was being nosy....

and totally lost track of time! I can't believe it's been 4 months since my last entry. I've fallen in love with blogs - not mine, just everyone else's!! Really, not sure why I'm so surprised since it's really not in me to not follow thru and commit to things (insert sarcastic laugh!). Sometimes I think that if it was up to me to schedule and plan a delivery, I would have been pregnant for easily a few years. After all, this month Harold and I will have been married seven years and I still have not picked out wedding pics - not to mention ordering them and putting them in an album. Sigh.

This coming year will be an exciting one for us....  summer with the girls, a trip to NYC, residency match day, med school graduation, officially beginning the adoption process and hopefully a kitchen remodel thrown in, too! 

We'll see what I think is worthy of a blog entry!