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Today was Maya’s first day of preschool.

I felt like I should cry or something…but I didn’t. 

I also felt like Maya should cry when I left. But she didn’t.

I also felt like Maya should be THRILLED when I came through the door to pick her up. But she wasn’t.

In the end, it was kind of like every other day. But with more kids. And less of a mom headache. 

On Saturday, I went to Target to buy some snacks and stuff so that Maya wouldn’t be the weird kid eating a steak or some other ridiculously adult food on her first day of school. Also, nothing breaks up a long drive home like 700 fish crackers…

I’d like to say there’s a good explanation for the jagged teeth marks on the packaging, but there really isn’t. 

I also bought Maya some fancy new nap stuff…like a beautiful pillow (she’s never used one before) with a sprinkles pillowcase and a cupcake blankie. This will come into play later. Stay tuned. 

I forced Maya to pose for pictures outside. This is as good as it gets:

She refused to smile. I promise she wasn’t upset. So then I tried for the action shot…

The teacher told us that she should not wear anything that we’d worry about ruining or getting dirty. I’m assuming she doesn’t realize this is as dressed down as Maya the fashionista gets. Those shoes are from Walmart, for crying out loud. 

I KNEW Maya would not take a nap. I tried to bribe her with new blankies and such. Word on the street is that she was kicked out of the nap room after 10 minutes for singing and doing somersaults. Typical.

She was removed and taken to the non-nappers room where she was “all over the place”. She can’t be tamed. 

Maya made 2 new friends today, as far as I could tell. One was a little girl (2) who held her hand and showed her how to line up and such. And made sure she sat still during lunchtime and didn’t touch the toys when she wasn’t supposed to. Very helpful. Her other friend was a little black boy (4) who is in love with her. He helped her down the slide, patted her hair, and held her hand. He later told the teacher that Maya is “just like him”. Black, I’m assuming. 

Maya’s hair was full of leaves and twigs when I picked her up, which I take as a good sign. 

I tried to take a picture of her before bedtime to round out this post, but then she climbed over the back of the couch and fell. So I got distracted. 

Aren’t you so proud of my constant blog posting??

I’ve been pretty bad at taking pictures and making videos with my phone lately because every time I take out my phone, Maya BEGS to watch Mickey Mouse on it. Apparently, I’ve created a monster. A TV watching monster. 

On the bright side, she has learned a lot from Mickey. Shapes, numbers, etc. So really, I’m helping her by letting her watch TV.

Anyway. Here are a few little tidbits from my phone from the past few months that I thought I should share. 

You may remember a few months back when I posted pictures of Wilson, Maya and I at Chinese restaurants…daily. We went through a period where we went out for Chinese an embarrassing amount. Like, they brought us our drinks before we even asked. And knew our names, even though they barely speak English. 

Well, we’ve graduated from Chinese food to a ghetto Mexican restaurant. We’re moving up in the world. But seriously, we love it. It’s connected to a gas station, so you know it’s good. 

Most legit Mexican food in Madison. Also, the only restaurant in Madison. Unless you count a bag of Funyuns from the gas station as a “restaurant”.

I selected 2 of the 9,001,212 pictures that I’ve taken inside of La Plazita to put on here…

Not only do they serve delicious food, but they have a foosball table that is MINUTES of entertainment for Maya. She mostly loves pushing the handles in, and then going back to pull them out. There is also a jukebox that looks like an ATM machine, and a wide selection of cold beverages. 

Copycat. 

Last year, Wilson and I decided to coach another soccer team. They lost almost every game. But Maya enjoyed running on to the field in the middle of the games, and clapping. She also mastered climbing fences. 

Side note: If you see those sparkly toms she’s wearing in the pictures, please return them. Haven’t seen them in MONTHS. How does that happen?!

Speaking of Maya (as if I ever speak about anything else), I wanted to write about a few weird things she does. First, I must say, Maya is HILARIOUS. She makes us laugh many, many times a day. She’s just starting to talk and the things she says are amazing. Everyone says that their baby is at the BEST AGE EVER, but Maya really is. 22-24 months has been HEAVEN. She is so happy all the time, she’s funny, she’s flexible. I just love it! BUT. There are a few things that really set her off. And they’re weird. Which makes it funny. For example, she will FLIP OUT if a piece of hair touches her. Like, if she gets a dog hair in her mouth (which happens absurdly often around here), she will just lose it. Or if a piece of hair gets stuck to her clothes…she goes crazy. I think she might be a little OCD about hair. I have no clue why this started!

Another thing that she’s weird about is wearing socks on her hands. She insists on having socks on her hands. If we try to put them on her feet, she gets mad because she wants them on her hands. If she’s wearing socks and we turn away for 10 seconds, we’ll come back to find her socks on her hands. The bigger the sock, the better it is to have on her hands. 

Anyway, she’s starting preschool tomorrow…on the registration forms, we had to write any weird quirks she has. I obviously wrote about these two. So her teachers will know from the get-go that she’s a touch crazy. 

And now, for the sake of leaving this on a good note (and not a crazy one), here is my favorite picture from the past few months. I took it outside of church one morning. My little girl is the most beautiful girl EVER. Baby model status. Toddler and Tiaras. Here Comes Honey Boo Boo. 

I wish that all of my pictures weren’t grainy phone pics. 

Tomorrow = Maya’s first day of preschool. More bad pictures to come. 

Ok. NOW I’ll post about Christmas dayyyyyy…

On Christmas morning, Wilson had signed up to go volunteer at the food bank. My parents offered to watch Maya, so I decided to go with him. We drove all the way to Woodland, only to find that it was closed. Very confusing. Wilson had signed up with a big group of people from work, so there should have been a ton of people there. I can only assume he got the date wrong or something. But Christmas day? How can you confuse that with another day? Who knows.

Anyway, we TRIED to be good people. That’s what counts. 

We went back home and got to work opening presents. Well, mostly watching Maya open hers. She definitely got too many presents this year. I think that I should have not wrapped them all…or cut out like half of them! We just didn’t communicate with each other well, and everyone got her a ton of presents. Oops. 

But she took HOURS to open her presents. And she was so overwhelmed by them. She would just open and toss them aside. Or open them halfway and then lose interest. We even took some aside and opened them for her and just put them in her toy box for her to find later. Lesson learned. 

Ok anyway. Hopefully the 2 people that read this learn from our mistakes. 

1. Double check that the food bank is open before driving half an hour.

2. Your almost 2 year old will not be impressed by a giant pile of presents.

Here are some pictures…

Maya’s big present! A kitchen from uncle Josh. She loves it!! And I keep finding her play dishes in our non-play dishwasher..?

Warning: Present overload!! 

Uncle Josh also got Maya a tricycle, but it hadn’t been delivered yet in the mail. She did get this cool helmet though and wore it for the week that we waited for the trike to show up. It’s hard to see in this picture, but the helmet is attached to a cardboard thing with a bell attached to it. It was at least an hour before she allowed us to rip that off. 

While Maya napped, Wilson put together her kitchen! She loves it. 

And the helmet is back! She makes hot cocoa for us every day, and always does “cheers” with us. Maya would be mad if I didn’t point out her “Santa shoes” on her jammies. 

Please note the amazing steam mop in the background. That was my gift. I picked it out. How boring am I?! It’s great at picking up pet hair and steaming out tough stains. 

2012938124 posts in one night? You’re impressed. 

I want to quit, but Maya is kind of whining over the monitor so I can’t watch TV. I can’t hear important lines of the Real Housewives when there are children whining in the background.

Ok…CHRISTMAS!

Only a month late. 

There was actually a competition of who could post about Christmas the latest. I win. 

Ok wait. This post isn’t even going to be about Christmas. Just about the Christmas parade.

So if there is someone out there in the world that hasn’t posted about Christmas yet…don’t worry. I’m still going to beat them. 

Maya and I walked with the YMCA in the Christmas parade this year. It was really great. 

I’ll never do it again.

Things started out really great. She was walking and having a jolly good time. She even played a little game of jumping over the little reflectors in the street. She loved all the dogs that were at the parade, and enjoyed throwing candy at the crowd. She also enjoyed chasing the candy that she threw herself. She found a Mickey Mouse candy cane, and refused to put it down the rest of the day. 

About halfway down the street, she decided she no longer wanted to walk. So I carried her 25 lbs of pure baby muscle. I’m weak. I wanted to dip out, but I couldn’t! We had come so far. 

Finally, one of the kids riding in a wagon started crying. Bam! We stole his spot.

Note the Mickey Mouse candy cane in her hand. 

About 2 blocks from the end of the parade, we spotted my mom sitting on the curb, so we walked off the parade route and watched the rest with her from the sidelines. There was lots of great banda music and ballet folkloricos that Maya was really into. She is Mexican, after all. 

Waving at the horses. Clearly, she is having a great time. Her candy cane is in the hand blocked by my moms. But dont worry. It’s still there. 

Post-parade, Maya and I went over to Kelli’s parents house for their annual gingerbread house decorating. Maya decorated a beautiful gingerbread man. Her creativity astounds me:

She LOVED her Minnie Mouse apron. 

She had such a good time there, I am still convinced it was the best hour of her life. Seriously. She loved every minute! She even met her new bff, Sammie the cat. He and I are old friends…he loves to rub my legs because he knows how much I hate that. And he is also quite the chatterbox. I knew that he and Maya would hit it off, and they really did. Here she is spotting him across the table:

Look at that face! Gets me every time. It almost makes me want to get a cat, since she obviously is obsessed with them. But then I remember that I hate/am scared of cats. So never mind. 

Maya gets so much attention at the Camacho’s. We need to go back soon. They’ve totally ruined her with their fun and exciting home. 

We spent Thanksgiving with my sister-in-laws family this year. It was great. My favorite thing was that they had ham. I always wanted ham at Thanksgiving because I really hate turkey. I’ll eat it…but I will not enjoy it! It doesn’t matter who cooks it, or how well it’s made…I just don’t like it! 

Maya made some friends, and fell in love with the trampoline:

She spent the whole afternoon playing on it! It was FREEZING outside, but I was forced to endure it to make sure she didn’t fall in the holes. I really don’t know how all those people in the background were just standing outside. It was frigid. And then as if her HOURS on the trampoline on Thursday weren’t enough, she went to one at Jenna’s parents house the very next day! This time there weren’t little girls to play with, though. And I was kind of scared of breaking/ripping the trampoline. Also, I threw up that day because I was dying of carsickness or a migraine or something? I took like a 4 hour nap on the floor at their house which was a little embarrassing. Especially since I drooled. And especially because I did the exact same thing when we visited them last April. I can’t help it! Their house is just so inviting and conducive to napping. 

On Sunday, we were headed home. But before we left, we went to church with Isaiah and Jenna for Evan’s blessing. I was really hoping Isaiah would reveal his name as Evan Walter. No such luck. 

Here are all of the manly men:

And of course Maya got to squeeze in a few final minutes with her favorite Uncle in law, Austin:

Kelsey will love this one. These two just love holding hands. And laying flat on their backs in the middle of the mall:

For Thanksgiving this year, Maya and I went with my parents to Utah to visit my brother and his family, including my brand new nephew, Evan. I was happy to be able to spend a few days with them, but sad to leave Wilson behind in California. He stayed behind to work, but he didn’t end up working after all, so it was such a shame! Oh well. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that. 

A few hours into our drive, we decided to stop at my dad’s version of heaven: Cabela’s. Maya needed a new diaper, and we all needed a break from the car, so it was the perfect stop. We walked around the store and looked at all the taxidermy for a while. Right as we were about to leave, Maya was running down an aisle to find my dad and she fell and smacked her face straight on to their concrete floors. It was awful! She was bleeding all over the place, but luckily didn’t knock out any teeth. It looked like her teeth just cut her lip when she fell, but the store made a HUGE fuss about it. Who knew a crying baby could get such a response? This sweet older lady that worked at the store was like “aww…did your baby fall?” When I said yes, she immediately got on the intercom and said something like “WE NEED A SAFETY TEAM AT REGISTER 19. I REPEAT, SAFETY TEAM TO REGISTER 19”. Within seconds, we were bombarded by all these people who came to help Maya. All of the attention and fuss made her cry even more! And before I left the store, they made me fill out a form with all our information. They keep calling me. I told them to stop, that I’m not going to sue them. But they wont leave me alone. A lot of fuss for a cut lip. 

Anyway, BEWARE. The image below is graphic. It’s of poor Maya’s cut mouth:

This is a terrible thing for me to say, but her fat lip was hilarious! She looked like Angelina Jolie for the next few days. And only her top lip was fat. It was funny. Trust me. 

Maya FINALLY met Baby “Eban” as she calls him:

She just loves him. She talks about him all the time! And the highlight of her life is when we get to talk to him on Skype. She sings all of her songs to him, and I can tell by his big round eyes that he is not only confused by her singing, but that he loves her too. 

I’m not sure why this is the only picture I have of them meeting. It’s not even my picture, its from someone else’s phone. Sad. But they’re family, so I’m sure there will be hundreds more pictures to come of those two together. 

I will end this post with a couple of pictures of Maya at restaurants during our time in Utah. If you’ve ever dined with her, you know how important the sauce portion of the meal is. She’s very serious about dipping things. 

Important things are about to be happening, so I need to catch up. 

Halloween.

Yep. I’m going there. 

So this was Maya’s first Halloween. Ok. Second. But last year, we dressed her as a cat and made her sit on the porch with grandma. This year, she was actually going door to door and collecting candy for me. I mean for herself. But really…1 year olds don’t need candy. So weeks in advance, Wilson and I came up with a system. I got all the Reese’s and Snickers, he got all the gummies. The rest was to share. Maya could have one piece. 

I think I should mention that at work, the preschoolers all dressed up and paraded around the neighborhood. It was kind of adorable. I captured a few precious moments. This was my favorite:

Superman holding Buzz Lightyears hand. I died. 

After work, Maya and I dragged Wilson to Main St for the Trick-or-Treat EXTRAVAGANZA. There were literally THOUSANDS of people lined up to get really gross candy. Like smarties and lemon heads. And tiny tootsie rolls. We walked like a block, then gave up. Especially since a high schooler dressed as a werewolf was right in front of us, and Maya was really scared of him. 

Maya finally got to debut her costume. My mom bought it for her for Halloween last year, but her feet didn’t even reach the leg holes. My mom doesn’t check sizes when she buys stuff. Luckily, it was a perfect fit for this year. 

Here’s Maya walking down Main St holding Wilsons hand:

Little sweetie. I shouldn’t forget to mention how obsessed she was with her “pumpkin purse”. She carried it around for WEEKS. 

On our way home, we stopped at Steven and Hana’s and ate all their Reese’s and Butterfingers while Maya trotted around the house.

When we got home, the real fun began. Maya and I went door to door Trick or Treating. Wilson refused to go because they don’t do that in his country. He is very patriotic. 

People were dazzled by Maya. They gave us doubles of everything. One of our neighbors even made up these little treat bags with like a sleeve of those Keebler soft baked cookies and a bunch of candy and pencils. And she gave us two! Score. Maya and I only went to a few houses. We came home after she accidentally walked into someones house when they opened the door. In her defense, they had doggies. She couldn’t help herself. 

When we got home, we helped my mom pass out candy on the front porch. And by helped, I mean I sent Maya to steal all the good candy when my mom wasn’t paying attention:

And now for one final picture:

I gutted and carved that pumpkin in like 3 minutes as we were headed out Trick or Treating. Very impressive. 

This year, we decided to take Maya to the pumpkin patch. And by “we decided” I mean, I decided and then had to coerce Wilson into going with us.

I started talking about it on like October 1st, telling him how fun it would be for Maya. She is obsessed with pumpkins and animals, and the pumpkin patch closest to us has a baby animal petting zoo. Wilson was not too sure about it…He had his basic response ready to go: “We don’t do that in the DR”. He uses it to get out of a lot of things. I asked him to come along just to take pictures, I tried to guilt trip him by saying that Maya would have a lot of fun, but if he didn’t come, we wouldn’t go either. Nothing worked.

Finally, I decided to go by myself with her. We were walking out to the car and Wilson runs out of the house yelling, “hold on! Let me get my shoes!!!” And we were off to the pumpkin patch as a family. 

Hopefully next year, he wont require so much begging. 

Here are some pictures of our wonderful day at Impossible Acres in Davis:

She was scared of all of the animals at first…until we saw the bunnies. She still hasn’t stopped talking about them and it’s been a month. 

The look on her face when she held them was kind of precious. 

She befriended this little goat. 

Practicing her stand-up comedy…

Whispering to the pumpkins. 

This will be a yearly tradition for us. Even if they don’t do it in the DR. 

Here I am for a little update. I call this one, “my week as told by phone pictures”. You’ve probably seen all of these pictures on instagram, but let me shove them in your face one more time. 

My family is really big on training Maya to do things for us. Examples: throwing her own diapers away, picking up papers off the floor, bringing us the remote. I mean, really anything that will keep us from having to stand up. My dad really upped his game these past few weeks and taught Maya how to scratch backs. 

She only lasts about 6 seconds at a time, but we’re working on it. She now also scratches heads and she brushed my hair last night for a solid thirty seconds. Progress, people. 

Last week, Wilson locked his keys in his car at work. On my way to take him the keys, I stopped at Target to buy a few necessities. Then I ended up in this aisle…

The potty aisle. There are SO MANY OPTIONS. I didn’t commit to one yet, but I think I’m going to go for the one that you can close the top and it becomes a step stool. Because who doesn’t need a potty slash step stool??? 

My mom says Maya is too young for a potty, but I think it’s never too early to sit on one and get the feel. Other things my mom says Maya is too young for? Barbies. FALSE. I bought her a Princess Tiana doll. She loves it. 

She even insisted on sleeping with it the other night. And she says “Bah-Bee” ALL THE TIME. She truly is my daughter. I’m proud. 

Wilson and I took Maya out to get “chinese spaghetti” as he calls it. Chow mein, for the rest of us. All of Maya’s posed pictures look a little crazy because she thinks she has to say “cheeeeese” 

And the highlight of my week, I got to meet my little bebe nephew! Mr Evan. I love him. He looks like a precious little doll baby! He is still living in the hospital in SF for now, which is not ideal, but at least we get to see him and hold him before he goes off to the land of Utah. There have been so many prayers said for him, he really is a miracle baby. 

He was representing BYU for homecoming last Saturday. Also, I would like to note that I have a picture that looks almost IDENTICAL to this one right after I had Maya (down to the messed up hair and no makeup). I was kind of scared that when I put this on instagram, people would think he was my baby. He is not. 

And now lets compare his size to the size of my giant man hand:

Little precious. 

Wilson and my mom are going to visit him today and I am jeeeaaaloouuussss. I’m at work. Blogging at work. Totally normal. 

In honor of Columbus Day, let’s talk about the Dominican Republic. 

Because he went there. 

And he killed some people. 

And then he died of diarrhea.

Sarah (my friend, not referring to myself in 3rd person here…) just asked me what color comes to mind when thinking of the DR/Santiago. Immediately, I thought RED. Everything about the DR is red. The scorching heat, the mosquito bites, the broken brake lights of a thousand conchos (title for my next book). And the people! Everything about them is red. The way they treat each other, the way they talk, their mannerisms. I can’t even explain what I mean by that. 

And the NOISE. DON’T GET ME STARTED. 

Read this: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Misophonia 

In sum: Misophonia = hatred of sound.

I swear to you, I have this. 

Sounds that annoy me: loud tv, people on the phone, laughter, pencils, when people scratch their head, or rub their hands together, chewing, swallowing. I could go on forever. 

Living in the DR was an absolute assault on my ears. The motorcycles, the music, THE LOUDEST ANNOUNCEMENTS EVER coming from cars (?? Don’t ask), the yelling, the occasional gunshot, the colmado. 

But you know what? I kind of really loved it. I would really love to sit in the NH cafeteria one more time with Sarah and Madison and complain over a plate of rice and chicken with a side of DELICIOUS florentinas. I would be thrilled to sit waaaaaaaayy too close to a sweaty man with no teeth in a car with LITERALLY NO FLOOR. I dream of being a quick bus ride away from the most beautiful beach with the warmest water and softest sand. And no sharks. I want to be lulled to sleep by the sounds of drunken arguments and merengue from downstairs. I would kill to have three tiny girls braiding my hair and telling me I’m pretty (and that I have a booger or a pimple…they’re very honest over there). 

Anyway, the DR came up a lot today. I kind of hated it. But I loved it. So much. 

I HAVE to throw in a picture of Sarah with her hair did:

and my favorite picture ever of my whole life:

This week has been craaaazzyyyy. But I’m happy. 

I’ve been working a lot and learning a lot about my new position. I kind of had a TON of work dumped into my lap…I swear they hired me because the person doing the job before me didn’t want to do all this hard stuff. This week I’ve been working on the budget for 2013…it’s not easy! And I guess at some point I have to present my plans to the CEO!? I’m not sure, but I think I heard the director mention it today. 

I’m happy though because I like my new job. I like the responsibility. I love the people I work with…they are hilarious. I confess that I got NO work done on Tuesday because we spent the whole day planning what to eat for lunch, jammin to 2000’s hip hop on Pandora (listen to it, you will LOVE it!!) (unless you didnt listen to snoop and juvenile in high school…then you will just find it inappropriate) and crying over the former OC star who punched a cat to death. And then realizing that the cat killer has the SAME BIRTHDAY as our boss. And then laughing hysterically while imagining ourselves falling backwards in our chairs. I’m laughing right now thinking about it. 

In sum, I’m working hard. I’m having fun. I’m changing the world. 

What else can I tell you? Sarah G, I watched X Factor. You convinced me. I’m going to be an aunt next week! Hollaaa! Oh wait, I’m already an aunt. Times like 5000. I don’t even know all of my nieces/nephews names. How sad. But my brother’s baby is going to pop his tiny little self out next Tuesday. I can’t wait to squeeze his cheeks! Maya has been practicing holding her baby and giving her a baba. She sometimes accidentally flings the baby across the room or swings it around by the neck. Needless to say, she will never be with “Walter” unattended. Danger. 

Oh, I took my foreign service test on Saturday! And an awkward moment ensued. I will share. We were locked out of the building until like 5 minutes before the test. So there I was with the three other people taking the test at the same time as I was scheduled. It was three old dudes. In their forties, probably. One of them had a purple pt cruiser. They had all taken the test before…AKA we are all losers. One of the guys asked me what the hardest part was for me. I told him about the essay question about alternative energy killed me. Fast forward to the test. Essay question? ALTERNATIVE ENERGY QUESTION. AGAIN!! I couldn’t believe it. So for the second year in a row, I totally made up crap for my answer. I bet all those old men were laughing to themselves. Whatever. 

It was also SO HOT in the testing room! It was awful!! I was so sweaty. And one of the men in there was wearing a light blue shirt and it was sweat soaked in all the wrong places. Manboob sweat? Not my fav. I wanted to tell the test administrator (who was in a separate little compartment) how hot and horrible it was in the testing area, but I kind of felt like the heat was part of the test. Like, if you complained, you would get automatically failed. If you cant sit for 3 hours in a 95 degree room, then you probably can’t survive living with monkeys in the Amazon or whatever. So I just sat there and endured. If i fail, I blame it on the heat. It melted my brain. 

But I don’t think I failed. I think I did kind of okay. We’ll see in three to five weeks. 

And now this is getting long. I wish I had fun pictures or something to put up with this. But my picture taking regularity has really gone downhill. I might be able to find a video of Maya. BRB. 

OK. I have so much stuff to do right now, that I’m going to just do none of it. And write on my blog instead. 

I am really excited for this weekend…I’m taking the foreign service officer test again! I passed last year and then failed the next part of the application process (the essays). This year, I have studied and stressed WAY less than last year. So we’ll see what happens. I have been reading the news pretty much every day since April, so I’m up to date on current events. I need to look over some geography stuff. As for history…it will come back to me during the test, right? I play trivia on my phone…that should be good enough. 

I’m trying to not get so emotionally invested this time around. Last year when I got my letter that I would not be moving ahead in the process, I cried. I rarely am disappointed like that. So this year, I’m trying to feel more light and breezy about it. I might even wear sweatpants to my test. 

Meanwhile, Maya has been busy being amazing and hilarious. She is going to be a professional singer. I’ll have to make a video. Wilson has been busy working really crazy hours and bringing home the bacon. I’m moving up in the world of the YMCA. Im the new community programs director. You have no idea what that is. That’s fine. It’s important. And I’m special. 

Im going to watch Real Housewives of Miami now. Not a waste of time at all. They’re so sassy. Wilson was right about Miami. 

Here’s a picture of Maya. 

I did so good with 2 posts in one week. Then I almost took a week-long break. BUT NO. I AM A GOOD BLOGGER. I AM REGULAR. HERE I AM.

I will not disappoint you guys again. 

Except I have nothing to write about. What did I used to write about on here? I guess I’ll just talk about my week? I’m boring. Don’t hate me. 

So last week…what did I do? 

Allow me to throw down a list. 

1. Visit Jenna & WALTERRR.

Jenna is my sister in law. Walter is Maya’s cousin-to-be. They are in San Francisco. In a hospital. The details are not mine to tell. You can read about them on usandourbaby.blogspot.com. You can read about me there too. Yep, there was a post about visitors. I am a visitor. Holla! 

Here’s a picture of Maya and Jenna. 

I don’t think I’ll mention how many times Maya crashed Jenna into a wall. 

2. Mommy-daughter time.

My hours at work have gone down a lot, which is no bueno. But the good news is, I get to spend a lot of time with my home girl! We do tons of fun stuff like park-hopping, going to the Esparto library (they have awesome toys like a train set, puppets and felt doll things you can stick to the wall…oh, and I guess they have books), we have pool time, and most importantly, we watch hours and hours of television. 

Just kidding…?

I also style her hair into buns and ponytails. Wilson hates it. 

3. Soccer practice. 

Wilson and I are coaching a YMCA soccer team. Hooray for volunteering!! Im the brains behind the operation and Wilson is the muscle. Translation: Wilson runs in circles with the boys while I sit in my comfortable camping chair playing trivia on my phone. Unfortunately, Wilson had to work today during our first game. So it was all me. I was sweating HARD. We lost. I blame myself. And the lack of physical education in our nation’s schools. 

4. Miscellaneous. 

I worked, ate, used the bathroom, breathed, existed in general. 

Bye bye. 

I think that the reason I quit blogging (the reason I’ve been telling people, at least) is because I haven’t had a computer. I mean, I DID have a computer. But it was a desktop! How can I be expected to type a blog post on a DESKTOP.  I just can’t. I CAN’T. I have to write while laying in my bed. During commercial breaks. While watching some quality TV like Real Housewives of wherever. Or Beverly Hills Nannies. Have you seen that show? It’s kind of amazing. Way to go, ABC Family. 

What did I write about the last time I blogged? I don’t even know. I guess I was writing about my trip to the DR. In DECEMBER. We’re approaching a year from that trip. Time to move on. 

Since then, Maya has turned one. Wilson and I are semi-employed. I got denied from my dream job. I hang out at McDonald’s play places on the regular. 

And I bought a laptop. 

So…I’m back?