Oh boy... It's a boy!!!

Whenever I find a new adoption blog that I like, I immediately gravitate towards the the day when the family gets their referral.  I  read every word trying to savor it.  I make an effort to understand the emotion behind the news and to put myself in their situation.  Of course;  the main idea was to prepare to our day, so that the emotions wouldn't take us totally by surprise.  Well....all I can tell you about this "preparation" is that:  It doesn't work.  :)   Sorry..
As I came to understand yesterday, there is no way to prepare to the river, but not just any river... the Amazon river, or even better; the OCEAN of emotions happening. However, this must have been one of the coolest, most amazing days of my life and having no preparation made it even better!

So this is our referral day story: 

Once upon a time there was a normal day.  It was December 28th and it started like any other Christmas holiday break day:  late. We woke up at  about 8:30,  enjoyed the fact that didn't have to jump out of bed right away for about 15-30 minutes,  played being "quiet" - unsuccessfully by the way - so the dog wouldn't come to ask for food, realized the dog was smarter than that, and finally rolled out of bed. 
We had a very lazy morning and after a shower I somehow ended up opening baby Cristancho's Christmas present and getting it out of the box.  We had bought Fisher Price's baby farm, so I played with the little animals and quietly - and sadly- heard the cow, donky and horse sounds.  I say sadly because there was no way, I repeat, no way... we were getting our baby before the end of the year.  However, we would be getting our baby in 2011 and the hope and promise of that, was enough. 

I was deep in my thoughts when I heard Tavo's cell phone ringing.  I thought that was pretty weird but didn't make much of it.  Next thing I hear is Tavo screaming: "What? What?". Then I  hear his steps running up the stairs. He puts the speaker on his cel phone up and I hear my - very upset mom- saying that she's been trying to call me for like an hour!! (which in real time was probably 15 minutes),  and how I never answer my cel phone (which in reality is not more than twice since I own a cel phone) and.... this is where she gets my complete and undivided attention: that I should call the lady at the ICBF... because they have a baby for us.  And that's when the shaking started. - A what? a baby? a baby??

- Okay, Okay... what's the number I'm calling right now...  - Nervous, shaking me says. 
- 6 something, something ...  call me back as soon as you can - Angry, probably shaking mom answers.

She gave me the lady's number so that I can call her, we hang up, and  when I tried to dial the number... I forgot how to use the freaking phone!!!  Pause:  You might think an engineer has learned some time in her previous life to use the phone, but seriously... I just didn't know how to dial... "Tavo... how do I dial? how do I dial?".  Yes.  You could say I lost it.  :)

After Tavo (and I ) had a good laugh, we dialed the number and someone on the other end answered. Next thing that comes out of my mouth is: "Can I please speak to the lady that talked to my mom?" - Uh? Pause number two:  Ok people... really... I am normally smarter than that... but everything was short circuited and I wasn't making much sense... however, after blabbing some more about the adoption and the baby, and my mom, and the "lady", I got to speak with the right person.  She confirmed: We were asigned a baby boy and his picture and other information was already send to Tavo's e-mail.

Pause number 3.  Some important information about baby Cristancho (here I go with my lists again):

1. He was born on July 1, 2010.  - Yes! Canada Day. 
2. He loves to be bathed or showered.  - Good thing because we have like two dozen bath toys from ducks to Nemo ready for him.
3. He's sleeping through the night already but doesn't like to wear pijamas.  
4. He  likes to play with toys that make sounds like maracas.  - A future musician?

After we read the rest of the information we got the files with the pictures and that's when I got to meet my beautiful, chubby, smiley baby Cristancho.  I actually think he is the cutest baby boy I have ever seen and against all my self control I was just weeping and shaking.  I could just not stop looking, not stop shaking.

So after I regained control I call angry mom back. Angry mom wasn't angry anymore.  Angry mom had seen the picture I had just send and was on some kind of information overload. She managed to say: "He's beautiful" - long silence.  That was my cue to change the subject so that we could talk about the legal stuff and the process. 

Next step: share the happiness with the world. Called other abuelitos and abuelitas (grandmas & grandpas), uncles, cousins, adoption buddies and of course; published the news on the fastest network: Facebook.  By the way, thanks so much to those of you who have written messages or called... we've gotten answers from friends all over the world!! Needless to say,  everybody is ecstatic. 

I would love to share Baby Cristancho's picture with you today but Tavo and I decided to wait until the official documents get to Alberta Youth Services and go through the formal acceptance process.  Our plan is to pick up our baby in about a month, as soon as the legal process is done.  More to come. 

So for those of you who read my last blog about believing... I think I got my Christmas miracle, and my 2010 lesson.  Mental note: Things really do happen when you least expect them, all you have to do is to be patient and believe.  Just when you hit your low, something wonderful happens.

Oh boy!!! we have a boy!!!

Until the next post, 

Luz J.

PS. Santa rocks!!

A word about Christmas & Believing

One of the things I noticed this year (which I never noticed before) was the huge amount of Christmas decorations with the word "Believe" in them.  Initially I thought the word had a religious meaning, but then I realized it was, in most cases, referencing believing in Santa Clause.  You know... the nice, chubby, Ho Ho Ho guy that comes to your house through the fire place with all the wrapped gifts.

I also think  that beyond Santa,  the word means believing in the Christmas Spirit.  Just to clarify; this "spirit"  is not like a flying, ghostly, translucent thing, (remember this is Christmas not Halloween) but instead, the Christmas spirit is a way of being or a way of behaving.  It means that at least during Christmas time, people are supposed to be nice to others,  it means to remember that not everybody is as lucky as some of us are.  Some don't have proper meals, and a roof over their heads, much less Christmas presents. 

I must say I kinda of like this "spirit" more than I do like Santa.  I have nothing against chubby guys dressed in fuzzy red clothes but it seems to me than believing in Santa is about receiving but believing in the Christmas Spirit is more about giving.  Either way,  the key word is to Believe.  And so I google.  

Be-lieve:  "to have confidence in the truth, the existence, or the reliability of something, although without absolute proof that one is right in doing so". 


And believe me... I am getting somewhere here.  So stick with me for a bit longer.  

You see,  this past week my friend Alex and her family who have been our "adoption buddies" got assigned a baby girl.  They got the news just before Christmas, just like they always believed they would.  Even when they knew their chances were less than slim, still, they believed. There you go...an absolute perfect example followed by the wonderful gift of a daughter. How cool is that?  One day,  you are a family of three and the next,  you weak up to a family of four. 

And believe me (again) I was so happy for them when I heard the news... that I literally got the goose bumps.  And then I got cold and started shaking... a little taste of my body's response to a - hopefully - near future news of  our own.  And then, later in the night after the call was over and I got warm again;  I got sad.  So sad at our own lack of news. And then of course,  so surprised at being able to be so happy for our friends and so sad at the same time!


So I talked to my all-time/ the best/ super duper personal psychologist,  i.e the wonderful man that sleeps next to me every night. He said he believed that our time is not right yet. He said he knows (without absolute proof) that when it is the right time... we'll get the call... or e-mail, or whatever.  He also said we all need to be ready (and by us he meant the three or us). Next morning I talked to my mom,  and she said that I have to believe that this is going to happen sooner than later.  That the right baby is waiting for each family and that this "is going to happen" and it is my time to have faith. 

Faith : "belief that is not based on proof". 

Notice the coincidence? 

So why is it that everybody seems to be able to easily believe and have faith but me?  
Believe or not to believe... that is the question.  

And if you do decide to believe, then how exactly do you go about it?.  Maybe the problem is my type A personality and the fact that I've learned to rely on myself to succeed at the things I want to achieve. But then, is that really a problem? Why is it that your strength suddenly becomes your weakness?. Get my drift? 

The good thing is that after the soul searching and the therapy conversations with hubby and mom,  I really found it in my heart to understand that even through the struggles of my own some times believing, sometimes out of patience not-so-much;  this is really out of my control and will only happen when it will.  That is as easy as that. 

Also, having our friends get their baby first has its advantages! Now they'll teach us about the process, the what to do's and what not to do's.  Alex will let me know about the best baby stores in Colombia (ha!) and we will also get to live the full range of emotions from a safe distance.  Quite honestly, this will help us prepare so that we will not freak whenever all this starts happening to us.   : ) 

 So to finalize today's blog my own personal letter to Santa. 

Dear Santa: 

I truly think I deserve to be in your nice list this year.  First of all, I didn't have any major fight with anyone at the office in 2010.  I actually like most of the people. 
I know I can be a pain to my dear husband some times but I think overall I am not that bad.  I cook eatable food now and then (and he eats it! - by the way, he should get a present for that) and  I've never forget to feed the dog and the cat.  The plants are also doing better.  Hopefully I'll keep it up in the summer when is time to take care of the garden.
I'm so good this year that I'm even saying hi to my lady neighbor. Also, Tavo and I no longer gossip about her purple hair.  So for this Christmas, I really want that you help me let go & believe.
Oh! and also please tell my friend Alex that me feeling sad the other day has nothing to do with me feeling super happy all the other days. 
Actually Santa,  it has all to do with you not helping me believe.  So it's your fault. 

:) 


Luz J. 

PS. In the mean time you can send us a little monster as a "lend" present until we actually get baby Cristancho. (Ha ha!) 

So Much to Tell... So little Time!!

I've been trying to write for some time now... really... but it has just been so busy at work - which means I'm "pooped" by the end of the day and in no mood to keep looking at a computer screen .  And there is so much to write about! So I'll have to break it in two blogs.  Anyway... on top of all the work,  there is the holidays! I  thought I was prepared and had pretty much everything ready, and still couldn't find an hour of quiet,  sitting down time to write! The cleaning, the food, the guests, the novena (which will be the theme of a future post).  I wonder how people with kids get it all done!!!!  Oh wait... I know... they give the kids to people that need some "training" before their actual kid gets here. There's an idea: You need some " job experience" so there you go! have the little 3 monsters for a sleep over while we go to get the presents - (and of course, have some adult time for ourselves)! Genius!

And so it happened two weekends ago. Friday I was so stressed out (remember the industrial goods and services Christmas situation that happened at my work desk?) that decided it was spa time for hubby and me.  So I booked a couple's massage for Saturday morning,  which by the was beyond awesome,  followed by a short walk under a nice snowfall; ending with dinner at a beautiful french bistro. By the end of the day I was not walking but levitating... on cloud nine... ahhhhhhhhh so relaxed!!!! And then the kids came.  It was over. 

Don't get me wrong... we love the kids, and love to have them over, but I wouldn't classify our time together with the word "relaxing"... if you know what I mean. So we all did what we usually do together whenever they are here to spend the evening: Have Hawaiian pizza (they like the pineapple) and watch a movie together. The plan seems to work every time!  And as a bonus, Tavo decided to light the fireplace, which seemed to be totally entertaining! By 9 the little monsters were in bed. 

The fun started next morning when it was shower time. It was a two strategy operation:

1. Get the monsters clean. 
2. Go outside for little while. 

The objective:  Go for a short walk - hoping to have them burn some energy outside, as opposed to inside with the dog.  

Well,  and so the mission started.  First, there was Maria Jose, which was a piece of cake.  Here the evidence. All lady like bathed - not the hair of course - you can't go out to the cold with the hair wet... "it'll break" - she reminded me.

And then there was Ana which also went on her own and had a shower.  Piece of cake (2).  And just when you think it's mission accomplished, the little monsters showed their real weapon.  The little one: Jose Chiquitin. 

First, he decided he really didn't want a shower... so it took us like15 minutes to actually get him in the bath tub to which he screamed "fria!!!" (cold) followed by "caliente"!! (hot).  And I'm like.... how should I put it: confused. And then Tavo came by and made me realize this was just the enemy's technique to confuse the troops! Jose knows that if the water is either too cold or too hot he will be pulled out immediately!! Smart uh? The trick is to make sure that the water is perfect... which I thought I did, until he started screaming. 

Anyway,  5 minutes into the bath tub and 2 dozen toys after,  Jose is having the time of life.  He's swimming, he's laughing, he's looooving it! Here the evidence: 

And some more: 

 And of course, Duna is totally into this bath tub shower thing. 
So then I went... ahhhh, ok. Mission Accomplished! But noooo.... I was missing part two, now the problem was to get him OUT of the bath tub! The water was getting cold,  the enemy was getting blue, but he persisted. He did not want out.  And  now he had recruited Maria Jose & Duna as allies!  So I had to call reinforcements (Tavo, who else! - I was totally outnumbered).  

Reinforcements laughed,  got the screaming enemy out of the bath tub and on to a towel, into clothes.  What can I say... mission accomplished? Honestly my mother knowledge will have to improve and soon.  :)

Here is the evidence: 

All out for a walk,  but of course,  mother nature didn't help because it was like -12C...; and they hadn't bring snow pants, so the walk was very very short. Oh! and by the way... I was the only one who didn't hit the shower that day... at least until like 7 pm!

Until next post, 

Oh wait !.  Another big development of the past two weeks. See for yourselves.

 
YES!!! I have lights!! or my house has lights... well... you know what I mean.  I finally did convince my husband to put the lights up! yay... double yay! This happened last week end.  May I add... we were working on putting the the lights up at -18C?  Had to go inside twice because I wasn't feeling my toes anymore!  But I didn't complain,  much unlike the hubby who did complain! That's until I not-so-nicely reminded him that he could have done this about a month ago when it was 12C and he refused... ahhhhhrrr husbands!

Anyway! so here's the result: Taddddaaaaa!!!

And may I add a picture of my beautiful tree? 

I know... I went a bit over the top with the tree but it's so beautiful! :)
Anyway... next post,  my book club.  - I will even throw in some reading recommendations.   

Until next post, 

Luz M.

It's Christmas & we're 3 months far into our "pregnancy"

First the snow, then the lights, and the next thing you know... it's Christmas!!! Yay!! Did I mention I loooove Christmas?  Snowing or not... is such a great time! There is so much music and lights and presents... and then there is time off from work! - Not that I don't like my work... but you know where I'm getting.

Of course my Christmas tree is up (since mid-November) and my gifts are 98% bought and  96% packed.  The house looks beautiful!  (inside).  Did I mention my husband has refused for 3 consecutive weekends to put up the lights outside?  I think this is becoming a tradition in this family.
The first weekend it was too nice to be putting lights up,  the second weekend it was too cold (do you want me to freeze? - he said),  and the third weekend, when temperature was perfect (-2 to 0 C) he was too tired.  Ahhhrrrr!! husbands!

Anyway... he's been asking me what I want for Christmas... and I keep telling him I want a baby (and my outside Christmas lights on!).  He pauses... one of those Tavo is thinking pause... (he sights) "Okaaayyy... no, seriously" - and he gives me the serious face.   And then I say... without a pause, "seriously,  I want a baby".  Statement that is followed by both looking at each other laughing nervously.  Which in our "couple" language means:  Yeahh... that would be a really, REALLY good Christmas present.  Even thought we know the adds of that happening within the next 3 weeks are pretty slim.  And that the airfair price to Colombia this time of the year is tripple the price of what it will be two months from now.   So even though we would be super duper happy... we realize the economical advante of a couple more months of waiting.   :)

In the mean time.... I've decided I am going to do my best to have a great Christmas.  Therefore the tree, the lights, the presents, the Christmas carols in english and spanish,  booking the family for dinner & breakfast the next day etc etc.  

And the treat of the year;  we will be having Tamales (yes... tamales santandereanos!!) the night of the 24th, which for my anglo friends is like a big empanada... but so so so much better!. Here's a picture:

It all started with  a joke I made one day when we were deciding about the food that evening, and my uncle's wife, Carmen,  decided she was going to give it a try.  So she will be cooking tamales for the family.  Yummy for my tummy!

Besides the Christmas preparations nothing much is going on (like that's not enough).  I went to a Christmas function last week and met a guy who went in my head from - I have nothing in common with you - to - you are totally interesting - in two seconds.  That happen when he told me he and his wife had adopted two Korean baby girls.  Of course he got my undivided attention for about 45 minutes.  It was so nice to hear somebody's experience like that! And he's such a proud father...

Oh! and FYI... I got an appointment with the VP of HR for the company  that I work for  (super yay!).
He's going to listen to my case for changing the adoption policy in our company.  He's going to listen to me for 45 min.  And of course... I'm getting more and more nervous by the minute!.  How do you plea a case based on what's right? When you can't base it on the law, or the policy, or the business case... but just on  the what is the right thing to do.
Interesting... specially because "right" might be different from different points of view. 
Which means that at least I need to make him see & feel things from my perspective... just enough to  generate some action on his part...  maybe I need advise from one of my lawyer friends in US and/or Canada.  Wow... a whole international team!  :)

And before I go,  another piece of news... our two good friends - the Hello Kitty worshipers from the cat vs. pooh's blog...got approved last week for their little girl.  So exiciting!!! Almost exactly 3 months after us... which might mean, if we are lucky, maternity leave at the same time! Geez that would be so convenient!.

Next week I promise, a peak at our house Christmasy looking... hoping Tavo gets the lights going on!
Until next post,

Luz M.

Winter & Adoption are not the last Option

I think winter is the Top 1 Canadian "landmark".   You know, that is the first thing that comes to mind when you say Ca-na-da.  Hockey would be number two (for sport fans) which is totally related to winter anyway, followed by Maple Syrup which I am totally for... (yay... maple syrup!)-  that in case you haven't picked up yet my loooove for sugar from previous blog posts. 

However,  Canada has beautiful summers and falls.  And somehow, when it’s summer time you tend to forget that there is an actual winter every year…. and that winter is slowly crawling back without you even noticing. It’s like somehow you are so happy with the beautiful weather that you ignore what I call the “signals”.  And let me tell you; there are many signals.   Like falling leaves and TV commercials.  They change from advertising T-Shirts and colorful clothing, to sweaters and black winter jackets.  Or restaurants (I’m thinking Tim Hortons to make it even more Canadian) no longer have the  “ice latte” as main product, but  now present hot warm soups to their customers…. And so on…

I,  on the other hand, normally prefer to keep in total winter denial until the last minute; me on my own little summery world ignoring the "signals".  But then… winter is back.  And it surprises you.  One evening you go to sleep to weak up to 15 cm of snow in the driveway,  and -21 C outside temperatures.  Yeah,  kinda of like Calgary last week.  

And it's kind of funny because if you would have asked me 10 years ago if I was remotely interested in moving to a place where you could weak up to snow and freezing temperatures, I would have thought you were crazy.  Anybody who knew me ten years ago would agree to that statement,  nothing but sandals and sunny days was acceptable.  

Neither would I classify shoveling driveways as the funnest activity or getting frozen toes particularly enjoyable.  

However.... here I am... sandals girl in snowy Canada.  Being surprisingly happy to be closer to the North Pole.  Ha ha... or Ho HO Ho??? : ) - Ok that's my Christmasy mood kicking in.  : ) 

The most interesting of all is that winters are also beautiful, and the cold seasons have teached me to appreciate the summers even more.  

A little parenthesis before I go on for one of my all time favorites lists. 

Five great things about the Winter: 

1. Sparkly flying snow dust. 

2. Duna getting extremely excited because its "finally snowing"... and running outside to get her nose in the snow. (Literally inside the pile of snow) 

3. Evergreens covered with - almost falling - super white snow. 

4. Ice skating in the evening at a lake, to the tune of Christmas songs with a nice baileys enriched, hot chocolate.

5. Working from home in your fav pajamas because you can't get to the office ; )

 So Canada and its winters are no longer my last option. Actually,  they  became my preferred option.  My home. 

Which brings me to my second point.  Because the winter made me think about our option to live in Canada and of course,  our decision to adopt.  So let's go back 3 paragraphs and a list:  If you would have asked me ten years ago if I was remotely interested in adoption I would have thought you were crazy.  It wasn't even in my thoughts, therefore anybody who knew me ten years ago couldn't have agreed to that statement... because I just never talked about it.  It never crossed my mind. 

But a series of events and life pointed me to Canada and also to adoption.  And people, if you must know: adoption was neither Tavo's or mine last option.  But instead our preferred one.  I must confess in a way, it's like winter.  I didn't really think about it or liked it until I was faced with it.  And although it seemed hard, and it required more preparation and planning, it definitely feels now like it will be totally worth it.   Just as the cold season teached us to appreciate the summers,  the road to adoption has teached us to appreciate kids, and the opportunity to have a family. 

 And just like in winter there will be bad days (I'm talking -32C!), I am sure being a parent will bring its own challenges (doesn't every parent have a bad, really bad day?).  Days with crying, non sleeping,  pooping babies.   But I think the smiles of the next day, the first word, first crawl, first step... will be like the flower that comes out  in the summer.  : ) 

All that to say that adoption is not the last option.  Adoption is only an option...  an option that might not seem the easiest, most straight forward road to parenthood, but is an option that exists and that for many people just makes sense.  People that think the world needs more parents for children without parents;  or people that are tired of feeling like a pin-couching,  or can't think of spending money and time in unreasonable fertility treatments; or people that just realize that the only kind of miracle is not conception and carrying to term a pregnancy.  Miracles are presented to us in many ways... like white pieces of rain in form of sparking snow or in the form of a baby that didn't grow in your tummy.  

Are you ignoring the signals?

Until the next post,

Luz M.

Things to do before baby Cristancho comes

I have to admit... I haven't exactly been a very committed blogger lately.  It's been what? two weeks? Although you might disagree,  I have a very good twofold excuse:  First, we had guests and second, it's been craaaazzzyy at work, which strongly limits my appetite for computer time when I get home.  

I won't really talk much about life at work though.  I can only say that everybody decided at the same time that they needed to spend their money.  You see, in the corporate budget world... either you spend it or you loose it. Which means that we... the professional "spenders"  have to freakiiiinnnggg rush to get everything done properly when all of our business customers start spending... it's kind of like Christmas starting October! But instead of nice red wrapped gift you go for industrial goods or services.  :)  

Anyway... let's get into happier subject matters.  Introducing our guests:  Oscar, his wife Andrea and little Pipe.  And I have to say that these guys are the perfect guests! They are super nice, super neat and we had a great time together. I used to work with Oscar long time ago in Colombia.  Since then we have kept in touch, and they've always wanted to move to Canada.  Oscar is a petroleum engineer... so what better city to move to than Calgary?  Well, they will finally be arriving next spring.  So two weeks ago they came to see the city and to get an idea about neighborhoods, daycares and other stuff before doing the final move. 

Here is everybody (including Duna), in Banff.

Anyway, it was again a great opportunity to experience first hand how much the addition of a little one changes a couple's life. Since my last blog some of my friends have volunteered ideas of things Tavo and I need to take time to appreciate before baby Cristancho arrives (that's blog research people!- I am doing my homework).  And I've been waiting two weeks to share them with you, my faithful readers!! - well... you probably already read them if you are in fb, but still... they are so cool I had to use them today. 

Here they go (another top ten):

1. Being able to eat together (not in turns) and eat when food is still hot.  - This was from the last blog.
2. A hot shower lasting more than 5 minutes without little people, or your screaming husband outside your door.
3. Peering without and audience.  - Although I've gotten used to having a dog and cat as audience. 
4. Wearing your hair down and not worrying about little fists pulling it out in clumps (you will be surprised with how many variations of the standard pony tail you can come up with!) - by the way, I think the same applies with long hanging jewelry...
 5. Carrying a small purse that you can actually zip up because it is not crammed full of diapers, wipes, toys, bottles, snacks and the like...
6. Going to a mall and actually have more than 15 minutes uninterrupted shopping.
7. Sleeping in on Saturdays (yes I know... I did mention that a couple times already... but I just can't get over it)
8. Taking the time to be tired after work...
9. Not going into total worrying shock because you forgot to bring an extra set of pants in case little one has an "accident".
10. And my final favorite learned after a week of hanging out with a potty training toddler: Enjoy not having to leave everything and anything you are doing when you hear the magic words: mommy, pipi !

Fun uh?  One of my friends in her total wisdom said the point is to "be excited for the wonderful journey of parenthood but enjoy the every day little things until then!"  And this comes from a mother of twins... so we all have to take it very seriously.

And with that thought I leave you. Oh well... maybe not... two updates before I do (leave you).

1.  Have tried to get some info out of the nice ladies at the Colombian government - ICBF- about how long this waiting might take... (it's been two months since we were approved); but they are extremely good at saying nothing... with a lot of nice words.  The common theme in every conversation is: patience
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2.  My company decided to deny again my petition to have the same rights as a tummy mommy would.  I have to admit I was pretty sad about it and ignored the e-mail for about a week.  However,  sad became mad and mad prompted some ideas. It is not over!!! She's baaaacckkkk...

Until next post,

Luz M.

Another B-day, Another Engagement

In October's blog post; "Pooh makes friends with a Cat" I announced that Alex my friend and I, decided that if our Colombianito was a boy he was to be automatically engaged to her Colombianita (the girl that they are also expecting from Colombia).  We’re going old style… parents choose who you  marry and you learn to love him/her after marriage.  Freedom?  Nah… that was only applicable to our generation.  Things change, you know?  :) 

However,  planning our child’s future love life doesn’t end there.  The statement above begs the question:  And what if  Tavo and I get a girl? That’s when Tavo starts to get all worried… you can almost see the sweat going down his forehead.  So to ease his pain,  I decided she’ll marry her little cousin: Jose “chiquitin”.  (Or, Jose the very small one.  – I know it doesn’t sound very cute in English but in Spanish is a very loving word… seriously).

The way I see it, there are many benefits to this union.   Jose “chiquitin”  already lives here in Calgary- so no relocation expenses.  He is also a cousin and in Colombia we have this say : “Entre primo y primo mas me arrimo” , which means that for whatever reason, in our country, cousins end up dating at some point in time.  So in a way is kinda of extending our Colombian heritage,  without possible genetic issues involved!  Bonus! 

Additionally, he’s the cutest 3 year old boy I know,  he’s already bilingual (he sais; train, apple, plane and many other important words in both languages! Pretty impressive uh?) and he already has a good relationship with the in-laws (read Tavo, Duna and me… ha ha – No relationship with Milu because she keeps hiding under the bed… but I guess that’s ok cause she does that with anybody under 10).

So there! All I need is to get  his parents’,  Jose & Carmen, approval for the future wedding and we’re all set!  

Introducing... our future son-in-law:  

Well…  since he’s the groom-to-be, and we’re proactively networking with our Colombianito(a)’s future acquaintances,  we celebrated Jose “chiquitin’s” b-day this past Sunday.  

There were gifts (see truck above) and Carmen prepared “ajiaco” which is a Colombian soup and Tavo’s favorite food EVER!  He actually had 2 and ½ bowls of soup, salad and rise.  And then, he had a great smile in his face for the rest of the afternoon.   I must say… it was kind of embarrassing, :)  It also highlighted my lack of skill at cooking (again).  My poor husband never gets to eat that well! oopsy! Anyway… digressing as usual. 

Going back to the main event, Jose "chiquitin" became 3 this year... which is amazing considering the fact that he was only 10 months old when he got to Calgary. But anyway... I thought you might enjoy some interesting things about him:  

1. He likes lying in Duna's bed.  Of course he gets up and he's full of dog hair! I don't think Carmen enjoys that as much as he does though. 

2. He loooves grapes, dinosaurs and trains.  

3. First word I hear him say: Wow!!    

4. He used to have an addiction to fruit juices. He would drink and drink and then... he wasn't hungry anymore. (No wonder!)

5. First complete sentence I ever heard him say was: Duna No!  (which I don't really know if qualify as a full sentence, but it is definitely a bilingual one). 

This is him being already loved by all the ladies... what a ladies man! 

I'll end with a story. You see... I wasn't born with what you would call a "natural maternal instinct". I don't remember playing with the baby dolls (like I was the mommy situation)... instead, I used to build castles with cassette cases or had barbies which I dressed up.  On top of that, I  never interacted much with kids mainly because I didn't exactly know what to do around kids.   

That's until my uncle and his family moved to Calgary.  So one day they decided it was time for our first baby sitting experience. Jose & Carmen were going out somewhere and Tavo & I were to take care of the kids.  I was totally OK with that... until my dear husband's boss decided to send him in a one day trip, that very exact, same day (to this very day I still wonder about that "coincidence").  Anyhow... you guessed right... I went into total OMG - panic mode.  Three kids: A 6 year old, a 4 year old and a 2 year old... all at the same time... ALL BY MYSELF! Nooooooo!!!!!  :)

Tavo proceeded to laugh about the "coincidence" (hummm) and then he game me some great advise: Use the TV as a hypnotic devise.  So we devised a plan build around pizza & movies to keep the kids occupied.  I have to say I was mainly worried about the middle child who's really, really, really active... but... to my surprise everything went ok.  (Ufff!)  I thought I was a total hit until the oldest child... Ana Maria, who I've introduced in a previous blog,  told everybody else (in a big sister voice): "Remember... you have to behave... my mommy said Luz doesn't have any experience with kids so we all have to be good"... I guess I was getting some outside help uh?

Anyway... as a result of that night I discovered a common interest with Jose "chiquitin" : Dancing.  I got him on top of the kitchen table and we went from Merenge to Salsa and other types of latin rhythms.  How about that?  Pizza & Movies was also a success. The only issue was next day when the parents came to pick up the kids and a comment was made about Jose's diaper being "kinda" of backwards.  Ooopss... a little slip in a perfect evening.  

Until next post,

Luz J. 

Adventures in the Zoo & Elections in the "First" World

A few days ago a Colombian friend of mine who now lives in Holland, wrote a very "controversial" blog post regarding some of the differences of living in Colombia and living in Holland, and how she ended up divorcing herself from reading our country's news in the internet.  I say controversial due to the number and tone of the comments she got in her facebook. There were the surprised comments, the sentimental comments, the sad comments, the - OMG why are you writing that - comments... and everything in between.

I personally was kind of sad because I agree with her and the pointed critic to our developing country.  Don't get me wrong,  we love our country... and we see the potential... but living abroad also makes us recognize that we have some serious issues; and those we can't ignore.

All that to introduce this week's blog; and don't worry... going by the blog title I am not implying that Colombia is a zoo... our adventures in the zoo and the past Calgary elections which happened yesterday,  are supposed to be two different subjects... however, for those of us that are allowed to vote in Colombia and have actually exercised that right...  the parallel between Colombian elections and a zoo is not too far out.

So time for a warning.  If you, dear reader, are a born and raised - developed country - citizen; you might  not find my description of the Calgary elections very interesting.  That's what you know.  That's what you have experienced all of your life. However, you might find some of my side notes of what happens in Colombia amusing... or even incredible.  Now,  if you are Colombian... you'll probably find the Calgary elections pretty impressive. That's the beauty of  different perspectives.

Anyway... to the subject matter.  So, Tavo and I became Canadian Citizens about a year ago. Just before we passed our citizenship exam we were asked if we were interested in being automatically "subscribed" to the potential voters list.  We said yes.  No need to do anything else.  Just click on the yes box.  So about 3 weeks ago we got this little booklet in the mail.

The booklet clearly describes, depending on where you live, where you should vote. It also says who are the candidates (this time for major, alderman -  which is kinda of  a "concejal " for your neighborhood and school trustee).  No need to read the newspaper trying to figure out where your "mesa de votacion" is.  Or worrying if you subscribed or not, and where you are subscribed.  God forbid you moved and then you have to re-subscribe to your new area. 
A quick disclaimer: It's been over 6 years since we moved to Canada so I'll describe the process in Colombia as I remember it -  hoping that since then,  it has changed.  : )


So yesterday (yes, elections happen on a Monday,  not on a Sunday as there is no need for extra security in case someone tries to steal the ballot boxes with the votes - o "urnas") Tavo and I decided to vote for the first time.  We went,  after work.  Of course, I was expecting to be there from 6 to 8; I even had a couple of granola bars in my purse just in case dinner was eternally delayed.  Well... it took amazing 10 minutes. 


We each had to go to a table (depending on the first letter of your last name) to show our ID and get a card.  The card included our names and address. I am telling you people;  I was fully expecting not to receive a card on that table because we have moved from one house to another since we said "yes" to be subscribed as voters.  I was expecting something like: "sorry madam, you're not in this area.  You have to drive to where you used to live... maybe your name will be there, that's assuming we remembered you said yes to the subscription a year ago, and only then you might be able to vote".  Colombia style...  you are supposed to be subscribed in one table but your name might or might not really be there, and then you end up going somewhere else hoping you find your table... anyway, my friends NO!! My card was there! in the right table and with my new address!


Then I signed the card, the election official gave me the ballots and off I went to write an X by my favorite candidate's name. By the way, the writing mechanism provided to write your X with... is a pencil. Not a pen... a pencil.  You Colombians might wonder... (just as Tavo did) what if they erase the X and change the vote? And you my Canadian friends might be thinking... WHAT?? 

So the voting was done.  There.  With a pencil.  End. Finito. No need for granola bars. 10 minutes. 


Another detail... Tavo thought the whole voting process lacked a little "life" (read irony)... the candidates were not offering free lunches,  or T-Shirts with their names, or "un aguardientico" (translation: a Colombian alcoholic drink) to get some votes from the poorest and uneducated.  None of that.  There were no bands, papayeras or any kind of music. No military or police. No need. There was no count of how many muertos along how many votes were that day.   


And then we went home talking about how different the election system works.  And of course, there are far deeper observations to make about our Colombian "democracy",  but I'll avoid that for now.  I'll leave that to my friend in Holland.  :) 

All I'm going to say is that we came home after being "brushed" by the developed world ones again,  to find the "black bin" for our garbage conveniently delivered by the city in front of our door.  All the bins were delivered that day and there were all  neatly placed in front of each house.  So your recyclable garbage goes into the blue bin and the rest in the black one.  Nobody steals each other's bin to create a black bin market -even though they are pretty sleek looking. They are the city's property and so they will remain.  They have instructions.... yes instructions.   And by the way, if  by mistake something happens to the bin and it gets damaged, there is an "emergency" number so the city can come to your property and replace it. ASAP.


People from Colombia.  I rest my case. 


Here's Tavo with our bin.

 
Anyway... I just want to end by talking a bit about the Zoo.  - I know, total change of subject. 
It's just that we had a company function at the Calgary Zoo this past week.  It was very nice because all the people came with their kids and significant others.  There were so many kids that it made me think that going to the Zoo and not taking any kids with you feels almost like you didn't meet the minimum requirement to be there.  :)  Oh well... our time will come. 


Here are some pics to share. 

And of course... the halloween theme

Finally, some friends that we enjoyed part of the evening with: Aubrey and his wife Kelli. And of course their two little ones. 

Side note: Kelli wasn't able to eat at the same time as all of us because she was taking care of their little boy.  So they had to take turns with Aubrey to eat.  I am sure by the time she eat her dinner it was already cold. 


Which brought a thought to my mind:  We really need to enjoy eating together more, cause after the baby comes it'll get harder and harder.  So my list of things to enjoy grows to two:


1. Sleep in on the weekends.
2. Eat together and when food is still warm. 


Any other things I need to enjoy before our Colombianito(a) gets home?


But at least we'll have company for the zoo!


Until next post,


LuzM.
 

Pooh makes friends with a Cat

Today I woke up with an "existential" question:  Are bears and cats natural friends?
Uhhhmmm,  don't think so.... but neither are bears and little piggies or dunkies - and may I add... a piggy and a dunky are some of Winnie the Pooh's best friends! (according to A.A Milner).  Also,  Tigger is kinda of a cat... right?  So they could be, and if you are not convinced, discuss it with Walt Disney  ; )

In the end, it really doesn't matter in what part of the animal kingdom you are located or if you like honey or tuna as long as you have the right friends.  The kind you have fun with, and you can count on... the kind you can go through an adoption process with... and be thankful that they are there for you while you were trying to decipher the instructions provided by the Colombian officials regarding the mountain of documents that you are supposed to fill.  Yes. That kind. 

But I'm digressing... going back to the Cat.  I'll give you some clues for you to guess.  This is a very famous cat people, so concentrate:

1. Our little cat lives in a red roof little white house at a suburban town 20km from London.
2. Weight: Same as 3 apples! - definitely less than me! I bet you she doesn't have to do weight watchers or vegetarian diet or go on an 18 Km bike ride or any of that stuff... ooppps digressing again!
3.  Height: Same as 5 apples!
4.  What she likes (hobbies): She likes collecting little stars, little goldfishes, lollies and as many ribbons as possible as decorations. She loooooves candies.
5.  What makes her attractive?: What attracts the most is her red ribbon on the top left ear, and her fluffy round ball shaped tail.

By the way, I didn't make these "facts" up.  Those are from her authorized web site.  


If you are a woman between the ages of  30 to 35, you probably had a little pink wallet of this little cat when you were 10 or 11... or maybe some stationary.  If you have girls or you are japanese you probably already know who this little Kitty is... yeesss presenting!!! (drums in the back!) Hello Kitty!!

But you might be wondering... why is Hello Kitty such a big deal now? Well... I'll explain.  See,  if  you think that in our house we have some kind of Pooh cult... I can assure you that other people are almost Hello Kitty worshipers!!  And the social worker didn't even have time to notice! A really dangerous environment for a girl to grow up on!!

Imagine the poor little Colombian girl that is going to have to deal with this; 

 And this;

  And finally... THIS!!

Nooooooo!!! (read, very scary scream!!) She'll die of excessive cuteness.  ;)

That little girl or Colombianita will be our friend's Alex & Carlos' brand new daughter.  She will also be Nico's new little sis'.  They are a Colombian family who decided to adopt at around the same time as we did.  Because of that  coincidence, the agency got us in touch and we met here in Calgary about a year ago.  They are obviously very excited and very prepared to receive their little girl. 

It's been really a blessing having them going through all the process with us.  Talk about company and support! No kidding!

Oh and by the way... Alex and I decided that if we get a boy they'll be instantly engaged.  And they don't get a say about it.  All that stuff about freedom doesn't apply  : )   Everything is arranged (poor kids... over involved parents... and they haven't even landed in Canada!).

Here is a picture of Alex, Carlos and Nico.  And just to clarify the stick on Nico's hand is supposed to be a sword of some sort... he explained to us that it is lethal to the touch... so nobody messed with the kid with the stick...except Duna who was trying to get him to throw the "sword" for her to fetch.  : )

Oh! and a little story.   When we got to the trail we intended to walk the day the picture was taken, there was a big red flag that warned of a bear sighting just the day before. Which by the way,  means you are not supposed to go on that trail unless you are fully prepared to encounter a black bear.... not a bear like Winnie the Pooh who's fluffy and friendly... but one that might actually think that you are the 3:00 pm snack.  Ok ok... I'm exaggerating... but either way... there was a black bear. 

Our friend Carlos however, intended to continue on the trail... yeahhh right! Dude... I like bears but not that much.  So off  I went on the other direction.  I hope he didn't think it was personal... I just didn't feel heroic that particular day.  : )  Besides, the trail we end up walking was beautiful!
 
And this is a close up of us enjoying the rest of the walk in the mountains.

Of course,  Alex and I are praying to get our Colombianitos before there is more snow in those mountains.  And we'll make sure to take this picture with the two little ones next time. 

Until next post,

LuzM.

PS.  This weekend is Thanksgiving here in Canada.   Although this is not a Colombian tradition I realize that there are thing I have to be thankful for.  My top five 2010 reasons to be thankful:

1. My lovely husband who is so smart and patient with me.
2. My family which includes my personal favorite members in Colombia and Calgary - Including the baby who's already part of that family!
3. My friends who are spread-er around the globe than I would like.  Those in Colombia, Montreal, the US & farther away. Those that even in the distance still call and send fb "likes".  And those new ones here in Calgary who are now an integral part of our lives.
4. My pets who are always putting a smile on my face.
5. My health, which allows me to work, feel, run, go on bike rides, hurt the next day, cook with friends, read and just be happy me.