Spain, Part II

One highlight from our visit to Spain was the opportunity to meet up one day with one of our former roommates from when we lived in Madrid, and his wife and daughter, who is just two months older than Emilia. Coincidentally, they also suffered a miscarriage two months before us, and are now expecting their second child two months before us. Above and below, Emilia and Celia get to know each other.

To celebrate Reyes (see previous post), most Spanish cities and towns have a big parade featuring the three wisemen, along with music and lots of projectile candy. Emilia was a little leery about it at first, especially when she took a handful of candy to the head. But she soon got really into it and was dancing in the street to the music like a maniac (she definitely takes after mom in this area).

Above: Enjoying a beautiful paella made by Agustín’s brother in the plaza in front of his house on Reyes.

Emilia kept stealing Javi’s sunglasses, acting as a model for Optica Malet (the family optical store).

Sevilla has changed a lot in the ten years since I lived there in 1998/99. The main downtown streets are now pedestrian-only and there is a great above-ground metro system. Both Agustín and I were impressed and took a few pictures to document the changes (see above).

Above and below: Meandering through the famous barrio Santa Cruz and historic district.

Perhaps one of Emilia’s favorite memories from the trip was our visit to Parque María Luisa where it is a tradition to feed the pigeons. Although she loves the idea of animals, Emilia is typically a little reticent around them. Yet she was completely unruffled when the pigeons pecked away at the food in her hand and flapped their wings in her face. It was so funny to watch!

As usual, we spent two days in Ayamonte, a small town on the southern coast right on the border between Spain and Portugal, where Agustín’s brother has an apartment. This is the little street kiosk where Manuel and his wife serve up some great tapas (and good picos and pan, according to Emilia), and below we enjoy a walk along the beach.

And we stayed just long enough to attend Javi’s birthday party on our last day. Emilia wasn’t too sure about sharing her cousin with his friends, but was pretty excited to be included with the big kids.

Spain, Part I

This year we once again headed to Spain (Sevilla) shortly after Christmas to ring in the new year and celebrate Reyes (a Spanish holiday on January 6th celebrating the three wisemen bringing their gifts to baby Jesus) and our nephew Javi’s birthday.

Overall, it was a good trip. Emilia loved the bar culture of Spain (which she actually demonstrated on our last trip there as well) and spending time with her only cousin, Javi (who just turned eight; he’s expecting a baby brother soon which will double Emilia’s cousin count). We would go into a bar for a pre-mealtime tapa (like an appetizer; this pregnant lady had to eat many times a day) and Emilia would pull a stool up to the bar, climb up (with help) and demand picos (like a small pieces of hard bread) or pan (bread). It was fun to see how much her Spanish developed even in just the three weeks we were there. Although she understands most everything in Spanish, she typically speaks mostly in English, since this is the language she’s most accustomed to others understanding. But you could almost see a light turn on in her head when she said something in English and realized the other person didn’t understand. By the end of the trip she was often translating for others—saying something in English, then repeating it in Spanish. She went from saying sentences primarily in English with the key words in Spanish to combining Spanish verbs and nouns to get her point across.

We were also surprised at how outgoing Emilia was with everyone. She quickly took to calling her grandparents “Yaya Quita” (Paquita) and “Yayo Mio” (Emilio; coincidentally, “mío” also means mine, so this translates to ‘grandpa of mine’) (yaya/yayo is the term for grandparents in the language spoken in the Barcelona region where both Agustín’s parents are originally from) and giving them hugs and kisses every night before bedtime. And every time we left the house she asked if we were going to see cousin Javi.

So here is our trip in pictures (the first of several such posts).

Above: At the park with Javi. Most people bring their kids here to play. On this particular day, some man brought his baby goat to play, much to the delight of all the kids.

One day Agustín and his dad were enjoying some snails (spicy ones, I should add) and Emilia began demanding a taste. After telling her several times that she would not like them and her becoming only more insistent, Agustín finally pulled one out of its shell and fed it to her (see above). Instead of spitting it out like we assumed she’d do, she demanded, “More, more!” She ate about four or five of the little buggers before Agustín cut her off for fear of what the new food might do to her system.

Above: Checking out a bull head in a local bar with ‘Yayo Mio.’

Emilia loved being in such a heavily-populated urban area, particularly playing in the parks and plazas. Above she’s playing with one of Javi’s Transformer trucks in the plaza in front of the building where he lives.

Above: Modeling masks with Javi.

Belated Holiday Update

We arrived home one week ago from our three-week trip to Spain to visit Agustín’s family and I am just now getting caught up enough to update the blog. So, this is the first of many posts over the coming days. I’ll focus here on our holiday celebrations stateside.

We celebrated Christmas Eve with my immediate family, then Christmas day with my mom’s side of the family, which is a large and crazy bunch (there are ten kids in that family, all with their own kids and many grandkids now as well). My brother Devin was in town from DC with his girlfriend, Noelle, and her mother. And my brother Jordan announced he’d proposed to his girlfriend of approximately four years, Tara (ironic, I know). A huge congrats to them! Although Jordan headed off for a three-month internship in Chile (Patagonia) and Tara to Vail to work the winter season, I believe they are planning a September wedding. We are very excited to officially welcome Tara to the family!

This was, in a sense, Emilia’s first “real” Christmas. I say this because she is beginning to understand it, or at least the part of it that is most important to a two-year-old. She loved opening presents (highlights included a red outfit from China, an Obama doll, a hand-me-down rocking horse of Tara’s from when she was little, a piano and a bath-friendly doll) and still asks daily when we’ll see Santa again (despite the fact that she was petrified of the guy).

Happy Holidays!

Happy everything to those who celebrate anything (as well as those who don’t) this time of year! We will be celebrating Christmas here with my family, then New Year’s and Reyes (which is the day Spanish Catholics exchange gifts because it is when they believe the three wise men gave their gifts to baby Jesus) in Spain with Agustín’s family.

We have had a very busy December. The end of the semester meant I was busy with papers and projects, as well as grading a lot of student papers (finally done!). Agustín has temporarily taken on a new responsibility at work that requires him to work Saturdays. But Emilia is just busy having fun! She’s on break from “school” since I finished the semester. These are a few pictures of our recent fun times.

Above, Emilia plays dress up with mom’s tote of winter clothes. It’s so much more fun to wear other people’s hats and gloves than your own!

Emilia tries the stockings on papa’s feet. (You gotta admit, it makes sense!)

And here are a few photos from yesterday’s trip to the Children’s Museum, an amazing place that we would visit weekly if it were closer to home. Unfortunately I didn’t get a picture of her petting the snake, which she was very proud of (she was too scared when she was first given the option to pet the turtle, but later came out of her shell….sorry, couldn’t resist the pun!).

Emilia Turns Two!

Last Thursday we celebrated Emilia’s second birthday. On the day of, we just enjoyed Emilia’s favorite dinner (chicken nuggets) followed by cake at home the three of us. Then on Sunday we had a larger celebration with some friends and extended family. I hear about a lot of kids being overwhelmed at their own birthday parties, but thankfully that wasn’t the case here. As usual, Emilia was shy for the first minute or two, but then lost her inhibitions and got lost in the crowd. It helped that gifts kept coming out of nowhere and there was a cake and singing. Emilia just squealed with excitement when everyone sang “Happy Birthday” to her and the cake appeared. Here are a few pictures of the birthday girl modeling one of her gifts. Thank you to everyone who helped us celebrate!

Growing Family

After more than one year of trying, one miscarriage, and one round of infertility treatments, we are (obviously) super excited to announce that we are expecting our second child in early June. This will come as no surprise to some of you, but is certainly news to many of you, so I’ll try to fill in some of the details.

We learned when trying to get pregnant with Emilia that we are not one of those couples that can nicely plan pregnancies around our personal lives. It took us a full year of trying to get pregnant with Emilia, who defied all convenience by being born one month before the end of my first semester in the PhD program. We ideally wanted to have our second one about two years after Emilia was born; since we knew our history, we got to work on it early. But after about nine months of trying, I finally took my pile of charts (I’ve spent more than two years of my life trying to chart my body’s ovulation signs) to the doctor to ask why I was having so much trouble identifying when I was ovulating. Turns out I am not as incapable as I thought—I couldn’t identify when I was ovulating because, most months, I wasn’t. In the nine months we’d been trying, the doctor said I’d ovulated probably twice. We made plans to start Clomid—one of the most common infertility drugs, which is used to induce ovulation—in the following cycle. I went home with the newfound knowledge that I did in fact know what I was doing with all these charts—that it was just a matter of waiting until there was actually something to identify—and, in some sort of crazy coincidence, I ovulated and we got pregnant before even starting the treatment. That was back in May. On July 4th, however, during my first days at the Summer Institute for Intercultural Communication in Portland (on a holiday right before a weekend and while out of town for an extended period—I think that’s the definition of inconvenient), I started bleeding and eventually miscarried.

So it was back to the drawing board. Once my body was fully recovered, the doctor okayed us to start Clomid. This involved two early ultrasounds, a week of pills, and a shot to my stomach, all involving very precise timing. Thankfully, the first round was a success, and we found out about a month ago that I was again pregnant. I’m now about 10 weeks along. We had an early ultrasound (because of my history) that confirmed things were proceeding as they should, and have already heard the heartbeat twice. So, we are finally letting the reality set in that we’ll have another kid come summer time, and wanted to share the news with you, our friends and family.

Yoga, Snow & A First Haircut

Here are a few random pictures of recent good times. Emilia has apparently appropriated her doll Gunther’s swimsuit (which is the old-fashioned 1920s full-body style). Although she can’t get the straps over her shoulders, she likes to take off her pants, put on what she can of the suit, and then show me her newest yoga poses (which she learns at school). Above she does her best Richard Simmons impersonation.

And here’s Emilia checking out the first snow of the season. She wasn’t too sure about the snow, but since this day wants to wear her rain boots no matter how suitable (or unsuitable) the occasion.

Lastly, here’s documentation of Emilia’s first haircut. We took her to one of those kids’ hair salons. It was kind of a crazy atmosphere, but Emilia was perfectly content the whole time, particularly since she got to enjoy a sucker during the actual hair cut. We just got her a trim (after all, some of that hair is two years old!), so you really can’t even tell she had it cut (we love those crazy curls too much to do anything more drastic!).