Yesterday, was Leo's first day at school. It sounds so grown up. He is going 2x a week from 9-1 to Tempel Solel pre-school. He is in the toddler class with 9 other children. I walked into the classroom and first thing i saw was a little girl crying her eyes out. MAMA GUILT. I brought everything Leo needed, diapers, wipes, extra clothes and his lunch. It was labeled with his name. I kissed Leo goodbye and he went to the window to watch me walk out.
At 12:50 pm, I went to pick him up. The teacher advised me it took Leo awhile for him to realize I was not coming back. He also started crying for awhile and stopped when they went outside. poor guy. It broke my heart to hear he was crying. . I came into the classroom and he was playing with toys. He caught my eye and started crying. I picked him up and took him to the car. The teacher gave me a "report" on his diaper changes and how much food he ate. We got home after a snack, he took a 3 hour nap. In all, a successful day.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
the cousins are here!
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
TOP TEN HIGHLIGHTS OF NOVEMBER
TOP TEN LIST FOR NOVEMBER
1. Leo can do " how big is Leo."
2. I came home from Argentina
3. Leo is 31 inches tall (97% percentile) and 25 lbs.
4. Leo and I got to chill out together.
5. The cousins from Washington, DC arrived (and Aunts Unice and Samantha, Uncles Mike and Stephen)
6. Leo know uses a fork when he eats
7. He shakes his head "NO" more then i would like
8. Leo waves bye-bye
9. Estela, our beloved babysitter is leaving to finish college. (weep, weep)
10. I signed Leo up for pre-school.
1. Leo can do " how big is Leo."
2. I came home from Argentina
3. Leo is 31 inches tall (97% percentile) and 25 lbs.
4. Leo and I got to chill out together.
5. The cousins from Washington, DC arrived (and Aunts Unice and Samantha, Uncles Mike and Stephen)
6. Leo know uses a fork when he eats
7. He shakes his head "NO" more then i would like
8. Leo waves bye-bye
9. Estela, our beloved babysitter is leaving to finish college. (weep, weep)
10. I signed Leo up for pre-school.
November is national blog month
Well, better late then never. i took a peak at my friend Manda's blog only to see its national blog month. I had no idea. What with being in Argentina and flying back to beautiful Arizona, i have been fairly mocus (mostly out of focus).
I missed Halloween with Leo this year. This is Leo as a monkey. I think he looks like Winnie the Pooh licking the top of the honey pot.
Maximo carved the pumpkin. (He is a virgin pumpkincarver no more)
Sunday, October 25, 2009
The Thrills of Buying a Cell Phone in Argentina
Hola. Yes, I am in Buenos Aires again by myself. It is so hard to be away from Leo, my heart hurts when I think about it. I arrived last Tuesday. I took care of setting myself up. I checked into the apartment, the land line had no answering machine and I was without computer (as well as Leo).
My friend, Chris offered to buy the phone from me once I finished using it. I just had to do the leg work. Now, if you have never been to Argentina and only know American customer service you MUST lower your expectations about the service here.
I walked over to the trendy and very overstimulating Alto Palermo mall. I went to Personal's kiosco (one of the cell phone companies here) and bought the "mas barato" phone. It meant a basic phone, no camera or any other tricks and gadgets. I was advised by the sales chica that within 24 hours I would get a message with my new phone number. Ok, I thought thats cool.
As this is Argentina the story does not end yet. On Tuesday, no service. On Wednesday, I made the dreaded trip back to Alto Palermo and to the Personal kiosco. In my best Spanish, I advised the chica I had no service. She assured me that in another 24 hours I would have service and if not I could call her. I was skeptical but also hopeful. No service on Thursday, Friday. I really did not want to go back to the kiosco.
Today, I met my friend Richard and his zexy boyfriend Carlos ("Charlie") at Alto Palermo to see a terrible Bruce Willis movie. Anyways, Richard said Charlie would help me with fixing the no cell phone problem. We got to the kiosco and the spanish flying between Charlie and the sales guy was so fast I just mentally blacked out. The sales guy was a jerk, he told me to go to the main office. The main office is usually packed with 100 people waiting to be seen (not unlike the DMV).
We went around the shopping center to another Personal kiosco. The chica was very helpful and called the woman I had spoken to the other day and said she would be there in 15 minutes. We waited (although I was certain she would not show). I saw Mickey Mouse on Ave Santa Fe giving out balloons which only made me homesick. Anyways, the woman showed up said it was a bad chip and changed it. All that drama for a "bad" chip. Now, I have cell phone and I am plugged in.
My friend, Chris offered to buy the phone from me once I finished using it. I just had to do the leg work. Now, if you have never been to Argentina and only know American customer service you MUST lower your expectations about the service here.
I walked over to the trendy and very overstimulating Alto Palermo mall. I went to Personal's kiosco (one of the cell phone companies here) and bought the "mas barato" phone. It meant a basic phone, no camera or any other tricks and gadgets. I was advised by the sales chica that within 24 hours I would get a message with my new phone number. Ok, I thought thats cool.
As this is Argentina the story does not end yet. On Tuesday, no service. On Wednesday, I made the dreaded trip back to Alto Palermo and to the Personal kiosco. In my best Spanish, I advised the chica I had no service. She assured me that in another 24 hours I would have service and if not I could call her. I was skeptical but also hopeful. No service on Thursday, Friday. I really did not want to go back to the kiosco.
Today, I met my friend Richard and his zexy boyfriend Carlos ("Charlie") at Alto Palermo to see a terrible Bruce Willis movie. Anyways, Richard said Charlie would help me with fixing the no cell phone problem. We got to the kiosco and the spanish flying between Charlie and the sales guy was so fast I just mentally blacked out. The sales guy was a jerk, he told me to go to the main office. The main office is usually packed with 100 people waiting to be seen (not unlike the DMV).
We went around the shopping center to another Personal kiosco. The chica was very helpful and called the woman I had spoken to the other day and said she would be there in 15 minutes. We waited (although I was certain she would not show). I saw Mickey Mouse on Ave Santa Fe giving out balloons which only made me homesick. Anyways, the woman showed up said it was a bad chip and changed it. All that drama for a "bad" chip. Now, I have cell phone and I am plugged in.
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