New Project and blog addictions

So, after deciding that I would no longer continue with my business partner life got kinda weird. Meaning, I made it weird. Somehow I felt that I needed to know what I would do next, right that second. And well, life does not work like that. It usually takes its sweet little time. After breathing, A LOT, I tried to relax a bit. I decided I would use that energy to get Mini-Me excited about learning stuff. Obviously, that didn't work. It's a love/hate relationship for her.

Anyway, I have way too many wedding blogs and sites. It's sort of like my magazine addiction, and I am never up to date. And honestly, I am not sure I ever will unless I spend a whole 24-hours scrolling down and maybe reading 10% of them. And still I cannot resist the urge to subscribe to more of them! It's terrible! I decided to share all these pretty, cool things I read about with other girls. Why another blog? Not sure, but i decided to make it in Spanish. The silly thing is that I find it harder to write in Spanish than in English, even though I speak it EVERYDAY. I am doing the best I can, and I'll confess I am very scared.

This is my new "baby". Lots of emotions involved in it, butterflies in my tummy. And my hubby is so freakin PROUD. It makes me want to do amazing stuff. Not disappoint anyone, including myself. Besides sharing cool pictures and sites, I will start writing more. More ideas, tips and I'll also have 2 of my (gorgeous) SIL's blog about their wedding planning experience. I am actually considering getting the guys into the blog also. I figured hearing the boy's point of views would be cool, but I'll wait a while for that. Maybe later on they'll feel excited. We can exchange beer for posts?

And yet more news... I think I have the name! The name for my new company! Somehow being scared about a blog seems useless compared to starting my new company. We'll see. I am hoping to have an artist design my new awesome logo and take it from there. One last thing: There's a wedding blog and they have pictures of real weddings and the call then "Wedding P0rn". Totally clueless until one of my SIL explained that it referred to that addiction of looking at more and more wedding pictures. With that in mind: My name is Ruth and I am addicted to "wedding P0rn"

My 30th Birthday

This week I turned 30. Friday, to be exact. It seemed like I did something celebratory all week. And I am tired! Tuesday I went shopping with my husband's sister. Wednesday I went shopping with his younger sister. It was a "from me to me" gift shopping. In the evening we went out with a good friend and had my first real martini. Thursday and Friday had dinner with friends. And yesterday went to celebrate Oktoberfest. So that's a lot of drinking and lots of calories.
On a side note, Thursday I had 2 margaritas and those things are evil! Ended talking about things I probably shouldn't have, and that's only some of the things I can remember! Damn. I've heard of other people having the same reaction, but it still sucks.
A few of the things I did for the first time in the last days before I turned 30: played uno, played scrabble, ran a 5K, had a real martini, and had my first car accident. Luckily it wasn't a big thing. Now I am thinking about my new list. My sister in law is suggesting I do a "30 things to do while I am 30" and she wants me to start with a triathlon. Only problem is I don't know how to swim. I guess learning to swim will be on the top of the list; that is, after 1.be grateful for life

thoughts on being a grownup

While we are waiting in an office we called my sister in law. Mini-me takes the phone and starts blabbing away. It went something like this:
"I am here. Waiting to be called. The lady doesn't know how to drive and hit the car. Mom says I can't drive. When I grow up I am going to work in buildings, like Dad. And I am going to drive, and buy nuggets and french fries and juice. And mom is going to be small".

Recipe gone bad

Ever so often I get in the mood of cooking. I have a billion quite a few recipes or I look for them online. So about a month ago I chose a few of them to impress JA. I was damn ready! I bought the ingredients and started working. Although I will not disclose the name of the recipe, I will say it uses avocado. The recipe called for ripe avocado, and mine could have used a day or two, but I tasted it and it seemed fine. Actually, I think I tasted it.

I am about to finish seasoning the end product when I get this extreme tart, uncomfortable after taste in my mouth. Terrible. I try salt, pepper, sugar (I was trying to come up with something!), and nothing. God wanted to spare JA the torture of eating that and sent him on a dinner meeting, or something like that. I decided to suck it up and eat it. And I did. 2.DAYS.IN.A.ROW.

Fast forward to this week. I decided to try it again. I tasted the avocado. Nice. And there I went again. Lo and behold, same taste. Poor JA was so exited to try it. He actually thought I was exaggerating. He tasted it. Seemed fine... that is until 5 seconds later. Damn. He's a good sport and ate it. It seemed like we were on a fast eating contest. We were chewing, swallowing, quickly enough as to not give our taste buds enough time to realize we were poisoning them.

Right there I decided to erase the damn recipe. For all those who reviewed the recipe and thought it was bland: come to my house and I'll let you taste a non-bland recipe. And you can take all the leftovers. PLEASE TAKE THEM.

Good Investments

I confess: When I was pregnant (and at some times later) I wanted to buy certain things for the baby when another options would work well but costing less. I blamed it on reviews and all the nice things people said. Event though I did not buy all those things, when I look back now, it wasn't all that bad. Some things she still uses!

*The Pack-and-play. Most of the time she sleeps in it when staying over at grandma's. This one seems kinda cruel. We haven't seen her in it by my in-laws say that she sleeps all curled up. On their defense, she is now sleeping with her aunt.
* The stroller. We bought the stroller/infant car seat combo and both are functional. For obvious reasons we are not using that car seat, but we do use the stroller. Believe me when I say that it has been put the test. When we lived in our apartment we used the stroller to carry the groceries. Like, lots of its. The kind you buy at COSTCO. And it still works.
*Her crib. Which she later used as a day-bed. Now it's her big girl bed. Not only that, but she insists on sleeping on her crib mattress from time to time.

I say we did pretty darn good. 3+ years? That is just awesome.

The Negotiator

Apparently while in the womb, not only do they teach our children the different ways to resist sleep but also how to use the art of negotiation to avoid doing whatever is requested. This includes eating, sleeping, taking a bath, brushing her teeth, pick up toys, stop playing, leaving the playground. In other words, for everything. And she'll also use the same scrip Dora uses.

"Pumpkin, it's time for bed"
"FIRST, I will read. THEN, I'll make some coffee. THEN you'll sing to me. THEN, I'LL REALLY PISS YOU OFF. THEN, I'll go to bed (aka. I'll start crying as soon as you lay down)"

We try explaining, bribing, sweet tones, irritated tones. If nothing else works, she cries. I cry. And no one gets a good night's sleep. Or, we'll let her sleep in our bed just to avoid the previous sentence. Which means she wins. In either case she wins since we (her parents) won't be able to sleep.

She is a damn good negotiator.

Big Bed

When we moved to our house last year, we bought Pumpkin a full-sized mattress set. We figured it was better to spend a little bit more now and get her a size that would last until she can buy a new set or gets married... whatever happens first. So we converted her crib into a bed and voilá! A big girl bed!

I remember thinking she looked so tiny is such a huge bed. Well, fast forward to last week, or 16 months later. JA was on a business trip for the whole week. When he got home on Friday not only was he exhausted, meaning no sex cuddling, but Pumpkin wanted to sleep in our room. The last few times that we let her sleep in our room she was doing so in what used to be her crib mattress, a tiny thing. It gave me mixed feelings seeing her there on the floor. I was so used to her pushing me off the bed! Anyway, back to Friday. We let her sleep in her small mattress. Saturday she wanted to sleep in our room again, in our bed. We tried explaining to her that she has a very pretty room, and a comfy bed but she didn't care.

Kids come up with the darnest things, so she complained that her bed was TOO BIG and she couldn't sleep there. JA being the engineer that he is, found a solution and pretty quick too. So your bed is too big, right? Well how about this? You sleep in the small mattress on the floor of YOUR room. And not only did it work, she has been sleeping there for the past 4 nights. Something tells me she will continue to do so for at least another week. But hey, if it works, why fix it? And we can get some cuddling also ;)