Back to blog Geez, this writing and blogging is like sex: the longer you go, the laziness gives
back ... Anyway, we had a difficult journey, exciting and tiring. It confused the crying, sleeping, smiles, a funeral, a baptism, several birthday, a priest screaming, another sympathetic priest, a bonquiolitis, porridge, a German chiropractor puteaba Peron, several family feuds, cold, heat, gifts , lunch by the sea, baby cries, hugs from friends, kisses from dozens of strangers and a mass. Sometimes on the same day. Yet we do not recover from the shock. Maxi
traveled to and fro like a king, in his birthplace of Lan Argentina (just down the throne, but it served). He came back crying, coughing and red eyes. At times slept above me and cried a few minutes into the arms of O. who, in their efforts to soothe him, won the praise of a temporary "good daddy
" (good dad!). Ja! That's because he was sitting in the hallway and I did not see me! I felt sorry for our business passengers, who were dificultábamos sleep. I think with his head hidden under their seats, also cried. Upon arrival, went straight to the doctor and we are again with our friend, bronchiolitis. Sprays and the like followed that week.
We are all well. Maxi is super greedy and broccoli as well devours a banana puree; through filet of fish, beet, apple or lentils with carrots. I notice how much their diet is varied and organic. We love watching him eat it "Hmmm ..." after every bite taste like if we gave Beluga caviar. My mother saw me prepare pureed apple or other fruit and I was wondering:
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"and are not going to make sugar?" - "
not, sugar is bad for the body is full of chemicals and is addictive " (not to mention ruining the pancreas, the endocrine system, teeth, causes hyperactivity and increases the accumulation of fat, for example)
-" poor
Maxi ... " I am convinced that when they were alone, gave him chocolate cake, not to "suffer." My mom thought the same ...
We put her first Christmas tree (promise photo) and every time we passed, we "speaks." "
Engeiammm " Ainomm
"
Ggrraaaaii " are his favorite epithets. Come to think, their language seems an outgrowth of the Cthulu Mythos
. If Lovecraft was admired by Azathoth
Tsathoggua and I do not see why my son would not be creating a parallel universe full of fearsome Nggeianns
"and submissive"
Ajjjjjjjjjs. "
I asked Santa Claus a chair again, because I have seniority that makes noise every corner, has deformed pillows and barely survived Maxi vomiting in the first five months, but the fat is always the jack and bring me some perfume rare. As if I did not know that I use it since I was fifteen.
My main goal for 2010 is to do some structured exercise. Ie Maxi lift almost nine kilos and does not count. Super push the cart either. I am campaigning to find time and gym, the last thing easier than the first, incidentally. Yesterday I had a conversation surreal a moron with muscles in a gym, which began as follows:
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"What do you enjoy doing to you?" (Colgate smile)
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nothing, sleeping when I have a free moment "
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ahh ... "Silence, looked puzzled and uncomfortable chuckle. The rest is for another post ...
For athletes that I still read (if you still have any readers ...), what do you recommend?
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