A love note...

Dear Danny,

Yesterday you turned two months old! I can hardly believe that it's been only two short months since you entered our lives and turned our world upside down. It seems that you have always been here and I've always known and loved you.

There is so much about you that I adore. Your personality is so vibrant and alive! You are alert and happy. Playful and content. You love to laugh and you seem to take in the whole world as you discover it.
Mornings with you are close, snuggly and sleepy. You give me such joy. I just giggle when you are sleepy... and I know you got the wake-up-slowly habit from me. You love to come out of sleepy delirium slowly, just like I do.
And I love to find the excuse just to hold and cuddle you while you breathe slowly and soundly in restful dream-land.
When you are upright, you can mostly hold your head by yourself now. It's only just a little wobbly.
You often look off into the sky above. I think you might be looking at angels.
Whether sitting up or playing on your back, you mostly love to flail your arms and look for your hands. Sometimes when you're trying to get your hands to your mouth, you whack yourself in the head! When you play on your tummy, you can hold your head up for several seconds at a time, and you like to shove your fist in your mouth and suck on it. You're starting to play with sound and today you made the funnest noises as you played on your tummy. You've started to coo, and today you said "Hi!" four times!

You're on a three hour schedule. Your naps are an hour and a half, and it is so fun to watch you go from awake, through sleepiness, until you finally close your eyes. But it makes me sleepy to watch you!
When you are upset or impatient, you cry and it sounds like, "Mwaaaaw!" and you stick out your lower lip. Then you suck in and your lower lip quivers just enough to break my heart in two! But usually you don't stay upset for long.

Some of my favorite things are to give you kisses and smell your head and look into your eyes while I hold you and watch your many facial expressions while you look around and play. You are smart, attentive, energetic and active. You have a happy, gentle, fun-loving spirit. I love you, Danilo. I love to watch you grow.

Happy Two-Month Birthday!

Love,

Mommy

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Querido Danilo,

¡Ayer, cumpliste dos meses de edad! Me cuesta creer que han sido solamente dos meses desde cuando entraste nuestra vida. Parece que siempre has estado aquí y que siempre te he conocido y amado.

Hay tantas cosas de ti que adoro. ¡Tu personalidad es vibrante! Eres alerto y felíz. Juguetón y contento. Te encanta reír y parece que te enteras de todo el mundo mientras lo descubres.

Paso las mañanas contigo cerca, acurrucándonos. Me das tanto gozo. Me rio cuando tienes sueño... y sé que recibiste de mi parte el costumbre de despertarse lento. Te encanta tomar mucho tiempo despertarse, tal como yo. Me encanta buscar la escusa para solo sostenerte y acurrucarte mientras duermes y respiras lento, lleno de paz.

Cuando te sientas casi puedes sostener tu cabeza recta sin ayuda. Frequentamente miras a tu alrededer y hacia arriba. Yo pienso que tal vez estás viendo los ángeles en el cielo.

Sentado o acostado, muevas los brazos y buscas tus manos. ¡A veces cuando intentas poner tus manos en la boca, te pegas en el frente! Cuando juegas en el estómago, puedes sostener arriba tu cabeza por varios segundos, y te gusta comerte la mano. ¡Estás empezando jugar con sonido y hoy hiciste algunos ruidos graciosos! Nos dijistes "Hola" cuatro veces hoy. (En inglés, suena como JAIIIY!)

Duermes y comes cada tres horas. Me fascina verte pasar por despierto y alerto hasta dormido, hasta que cierras los ojos. ¡Pero me da sueño mirarte!

Cuando estás trastornado o impaciente, lloras y suena como, "Mwaaaaw!" y sacas la trompita. Pero no te quedas trastornado mucho tiempo.

Darte besos. Oler tu cabeza. Mirar en tus ojos mientras te sostengo. Mirar todas tus miradas y expresiones mientras juegas. Estas son las cosas que más me gustan. Eres inteligente, atento, lleno de energía y activo. Tienes un espíritu felíz, gentíl, divertido y tierno. Te amo, Danilo.

Con Amor,
Mami

Happy Mama!

Because Danny just slept through the night!

...and I'll be singing the praises of this little book...

...for many years to come!

(Seriously, they should start paying me for advertising to all of my... um... massive number of friends who might listen to me.)

This book gets a bad rap by many moms, but the principles work amazingly. It has given me so much freedom and confidence. I think the book may get a bad rap because, although it's well written, it's rather poorly organized in terms of finding issues your child might be facing at each age. I gained my understanding of the parenting philosophy from the book, but I attribute my success using it to several factors:

-I read the book before he was born. I recommend reading it with your spouse out loud and discussing it.
-Since he was born I've read and re-read and re-read and re-read certain sections of the book until I find the answers.
-I've had several friends who are moms who used the Babywise system and I asked their advice when I felt stumped. This helped a lot!
-I placed total faith in that the system does work and it's just a matter of my having diligence to figure out what any given road-bump might be.

I'll be back later today with two-month-old pictures. ;)

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Soy una madre felíz... porque Danny acaba de dormir toda la noche!

...gracias al libro Babywise (foto)...
(Deberían pagarme por darles publicidad. ¡Ji ji!)
El libro explica un system buenísimo de ayudar a que su bebé organice sus horas de dormir y comer. Ultimamente, ayuda a que el bebé duerme toda la noche aproximadamente a los dos meses de edad.

¡Danilo cumplió 2 meses ayer! Regresaré más tarde con fotos del día. ;)

Danilo's Birth Story

Today, Danilo is two months old!

So in honor of the day... and since I have a few new readers... and since I haven't written out Danilo's birth story in so much detail... I thought I'd walk down memory lane with some fresh (never seen before) pictures:

Sunday, June 29th, Alejandro and I were headed to Walmart for our bi-weekly grocery shopping trip. I debated on whether or not to go because I was enormous and because I was having contractions. I wasn't too concerned about the contractions because I had had the same thing happen the week before with no resulting labor or delivery. But as it turns out, this week would be different. We managed to get through the grocery store and then got home and I went to bed. I slept through the night - well, except for my 3 nightly trips to the bathroom - and woke up the next morning at about 7 or 8 a.m.

My contractions had not gone away. In fact they had stayed consistent in timing and seemed to be a little stronger. I started to think that this might be the "real thing," and that maybe I should cancel the Mary Kay appointment I had scheduled for that morning.

Can you imagine how that would have gone?! "Now put on the cleanser. Go ahead and rinse. (hard sucking in breath) One moment, this one's almost done! ...Ok, now here is the moisturizer." What a disaster that would have been!

Ok, anyway, so I cancelled my appointment and called Alejandro to tell him that I thought I was in labor, but that I still had a while to go and not to panic (yeah right) or come home yet. Then I decided to shower, realizing that I should take advantage of the opportunity before things got too far along. Then I called the photographer who is also a great friend of mine and a trained mid-wife. She was able to listen to me suck my breath through each contraction and confirm that it was indeed the real thing. Then she and I started packing our bags.

By about 9:30 or 10 a.m., I wasn't able to do much except for breathe through contractions, so I called the hospital and the nurse advised me to come on in, even if I though might be sent home. Better safe than sorry. I called Alejandro and told him that it was time for him to come home and for us to go to the hospital. At this point, I still sounded calm and collected. ...but not for long!

My memory's a little fuzzy, but it seems that there was a sudden change in the next half hour, because by 10:30 I had called Alejandro back and said, "I JUST NEED YOU TO GET HOME AS SOON AS POSSIBLE!" He was out at a job-site, and had to get back to the warehouse to then drive the Jeep home to me, but he made it across town in record time!

When Alejandro got home, the routine went like this: Alejandro takes the fastest shower of his life. Alejandro coaches Renee through a contraction. Alejandro puts his clothes on. Alejandro coaches Renee through a contraction. Alejandro grabs 3 things to put in the suitcase. Alejandro coaches Renee through a contraction. Alejandro puts those three things in the suitcase and grabs three more things. Alejandro coaches Renee through a contraction. Alejandro makes two sandwiches. Alejandro coaches Renee through a contraction. Alejandro... You get the idea.

Finally we made the (very uncomfortable) drive to the hospital. I think I was able to relax a little mentally then, because you see, I was born in the car (I'll have to post this story another time) and so my "birth plan" was mostly just to make it to the hospital!

At 11:30 a.m. (I think) we made went into triage. (This is where they decide if you're in enough pain to be admitted to the hospital.) They did take one look at me and knew this was the real thng, but when they measured me, I was only one centimeter dilated, so unless I was going to take an epidural, they weren't ready to admit me. It turns I was having back labor and very intense contractions, despite the fact that I was early into active labor. Back labor is a type of labor in which the mother feels most if not all of her contraction pain in her lower back. Danny's head was down (good) but his back was positioned against my spine (bad), rather than being positioned against my belly button. It was excruciatingly painful. So rather than send me home, the blessed nurse let me spend the next several hours in triage.

By 1 or 2 p.m. I decided to accept a temporary pain medication that would allow me to sleep some and rest for more intense labor later on. Ths turned out to not be such a big rest, because I could still feel much of the pain. It just kind of knocked me out in between each contraction.

Then we decided to head down the hall to the tub to do some labor there. I welcomed any change I could get!After a few stops in the hallway... ...I eased my big belly into the warm water.
After a while I was ready to be dry and get off of my knees, so I waddled and Alejandro walked back down the hall to triage. It was now close to 4 p.m. I was still only 3-4 centimeters dilated, but I was completely spent. I really wanted to do the whole thing naturally, but I was exhausted. The nurse encouraged me that I should be very proud for making it that far without pain medication , but she warned me that when my water broke the contractions would be twice as hard. In addition, I was fighting each contraction, which hindered the productivity of each one in getting me to the goal: 10 cm. I decided (with a mix of disapointment and relief) to take an epidural. I was then admitted, and we headed back down the hall to a labor and delivery room.

Then, things got much more fun! I was able to relax and sleep and we began a very long waiting game.
Alejandro took the opportunity to call his mom in Costa Rica.
We hung out and talked.
And I slept as much as I could.
Alejandro was great at helping to move me and massage me. I had no control of the lower half of my body and all I could feel was tingles from the waist down. (Not really my favorite feeling.)
We laughed and when the nursing staff left the room we smuggled me some snacks! I was SO hungry! I had not had anything to eat since about 1 p.m. and my pregnancy craving for chocolate chip granola bars hit its peak!
By p.m. I had made it to 7 or 8 centimeters. I will always remember it as a fun day spent together in the best adventure of our lives! Finally by about midnight I was 10 centimeters dilated, and it was time to push!
However, the doctor said that my contractions weren't strong enough to get the baby out (due to the epidural) and if I didn't take some Pitocin I could be pushing for hours. I somewhat expected this.
After a few more preparations, the doctor started to "suit up." I had to laugh! She was covered head to toe. When I made a comment, she said, "Well, I'm the one in the splash zone!"
I pushed for about an hour, and at 1:19 a.m. on June 30th, our little guy arrived! The moment I'd waited for had arrived, and I was absolutely elated. Look for Danny's little foot in front of Alejandro's stomach in this picture:
The cord had been wrapped around his neck, so I only had him on my tummy for just a minute before he was whisked across the room for his airways to be cleaned out and for him to be cleaned up.

It was so surreal and amazing. I remember holding his head in one hand and a foot in the other and thinking they were so tiny! I rembember looking at him and being struck by the powerful realization that here was a little person who I was meeting for the first time, with a unique look of his own. Yet he had the features of my husband, my brother-in-law, and I (particularly my brother-in-law's eyes) and he looked so familiar! As if I'd always known him. It was the most powerful thing I've been struck with in a very long time.
When he was across the room, all I could do was pray, "Dear God, let him breathe now. Let him be ok." Within a minute he let out a little cry and I breathed a sigh of relief!
Proud Papa looked on in love and awe and the emotions hit him.
I reveled in the sights and sounds of my little boy across the room while they cleaned me up.
Alejandro went back and forth between me and Danilo.

He weighed 5 lbs, 10 oz.s and was 18 3/4 inches long.
His lower lip made its debut early. Now I know why! Is that killer or what!?
And at long last I got to hold him and it was unspeakably amazing. All I could do was stare and attempt to memorize every detail of his little features.

Father in heaven, thank you for the best gift we've ever been given.

Thank you for our family. Thank you for Danilo.

Danilo's favorite time to play...

...is when we're changing his diaper! Alejandro recorded this last night.

¡A Danilo le encanta jugar... cuando estamos cambiándole el pañal! Alejandro grabó este video ayer en la noche.

Sheer Brilliance

In our house, we have a brilliant system.

The idea really came from my parents, so actually they're the brilliant ones. (Mom, Dad, bask in the glory! This is the reward for all of the rebellious teenage attitudes. You are now the smartest two people on the planet!)

This sytem involves something called "Mom's Night OFF."

Here's how our week day schedule goes:
Monday night - Dad's night off.
Tuesday night - My Mary Kay night, so Danny and Dad hang out, while Mom is out with the girls making mula.
Wednesday night - Date night.
Thursday night - Mom's night off!! (Do you hear the angels singing?)
Friday night - Family night.

(Ok, I should put Dad's Night Off in bold and underline and highlight as well. But WHOSE blog is this, anyway?)

On Mom's Night Off, I get an evening to do, well... Anything I want. No work. No diaper changes. No cooking dinner. (In fact, it's cooked for me.) No crying baby. No baby at all if I need a break. But if I want to cuddle him to my heart's content, I can! Alejandro is totally in charge. He brings Danny to me when he needs to eat and then I am free again. He does the burping, the putting to bed, the getting him up, and all! It's fabulous.

Don't get me wrong. I LOVE my little boy, and I totally love spending my time with him. But I am a much better mom when I get a night off.

This I learned, because when I was a little girl, my parents had a similar rule. After 8 p.m., Mom was off duty and Dad put us to bed. It made for great Daddy-bonding time. He made a total game out of putting us to bed, and some of my favorite childhood memories were of bedtimes with Dad. It also made for a sane, happy, more rested Mom. And it also made for a household that was equally parented.

Dad's night off is equally as fabulous for him. He gets to do nothing but hole up in the garage and do, um... guy stuff - whatever that is - for a night, if he wants. So he gets his much-needed cave-time.

And the cool thing is that if we want to spend our night off with each other, we can. And often, we do. But if we don't want to, it's totally ok. In fact, often times, Alejandro will say, "Are you sure you want to do ______? Don't you want to just relax and get together with a girlfriend?" I love that my husband says this to me!

Now girls, if ya'll decide to implement this brilliant little system in your own homes, there is a catch to it. And that is that the nights that you're off and Dad's on duty and in charge, you have to let him be in charge. I found it difficult at first not to tell him that the diaper was on wrong and would surely leak. (After all, what do I care? He's the one who had to clean it up anyway. He learned just like I did.) ...and it was tough not to tell him exactly how Danny likes to be put to bed. (He figured that out too. And by the way, now Danny can be put to bed by more than just me! And in more than one way.) And when Danny cried, it was hard not to tell him why he was crying (because usually I did know) and let him figure it out. (And he did figure it out, and now knows Danny's cries and coos and noises just about as well as I do.) ...But if you can let go, I promise, it is totally worth it.

So anyway, last night, being my night off, went like this:

I made some phone calls I wanted to make and felt productive, in my pajamas. Alejandro brought Danny to me and I nursed him, in my pajamas. Then we had a delicious Costa Rican dinner, cooked by Alejandro - I was still in my pajamas. Then I blogged to my heart's content. You guessed it - in my pajamas. And finally, early to bed to cuddle with Alejandro, and have a glass of wine.

See how great this is people!?

I'm telling you. You have to try it in your house. I insist.

Danilo's First Trip to the E.R.

So, yesterday I didn't post anything because I was recovering from the fiasco that occurred Tuesday night. And all I have to say is that you all are in trouble for not warning me ahead of time.

Ok, you're not really.

But Danilo's pediatrician is. Anybody know a good pediatrician in Colorado Springs? I'm looking for a new one.

Tuesday night right after blogging that Danilo was sleeping soundly, he woke up and threw a fit. Crying. Screaming. It seemed that every touch or movement hurt him. I was distraught. After two hours of this, I finally called the "Ask a Nurse" hotline. (Something else I'm seriously considering not repeating.) She asked me what his temperature was. I took it and it was 100.0° F. You'd think a nurse would know that after 4 vaccinations for a dozen different illnesses, this is a common reaction, but apparently this nurse did not. So given how sensitive to the touch he seemed (and how freaked out I sounded) she advised us to go to the E.R. So we did - while at the same time I texted family and friends and asked for prayer - freaking everyone else out too.

Of course, as soon as we got there, he stopped screaming and turned it down to a low whimper, accompanied by that darn lower lip of his. (I so wish I'd brought the camera and gotten this whole first E.R. visit on film. Oh well.) Then we sat in the waiting room for a half an hour next to two dozen other germy people, trying to shield Danny from the air while at the same time trying not to appear totally rude. I'm sure we failed.

Then they called us back and they took his temperature. By this time, Danny had stopped whimpering. At least when his temp registered 100.9° F the nurses didn't think I was a totally paranoyed, hyper-protective, completely inexperienced pscyho first time mom. So they admitted him and we got to wait for another hour and a half to see the doctor. (Because long waits are a required part of every E.R. visit, right?) At least we got to watch "America's Got Talent." I nursed Danny and he ate voraciously.

Finally, we got to see the doctor. By this time, Danilo was pretty much back to his happy, content, cooing self. Fussing only when he was moved too much. The doctor saw him and asked us, "Why was it you brought him in?" After the obligatory lookie into his ear, listen to his heart, and poke at him in several places, he announced that our baby was just fine and that probably the fever would fade, but we should watch him closely. He said Tylenol would bring the fever down.

(Sigh.)

Next, the nurse came in to give him Tylenol and I asked if we coulde re-take his temperature before giving him Tylenol, since it had been an hour and a half since they first took it. It was 99.5° F. So the Tylenol was no longer needed. "Is this your first baby?" the nurse asked, failing to conceal her utter annoyance. "Yes," I nodded, while Alejandro groaned inwardly.

Then we sat for another hour while they got our discharge papers ready. What is it about discharge papers that they are so complicated and take so long to prepare, anyway? At this point, Danilo was sleeping and we were bored. So I started to pull out papers from my purse - you know - the papers from his doctor's visit earlier that day, and here is what I read:

...Uh huh. And then I read this:

Of course. Seriously, who reads large packets of paper after you're home from the doctor and your kid is screaming his head off? I'm thinking this is pertinent information that should have been pointed out to me before I left. Dontcha think?

Both of us, being beyond the point of delerium, started to giggle.

Alejandro (referring to the nurse's question about us being new parents) said, "If I wasn't a Christian, I would be horrible!" I lost it and laughed hysterically. Then things just got stupid silly. You know when things are so far gone that you're just slap-happy? I think the staff was ready to throw us out on the street.

Another nurse came in and asked us a number of questions. Birthday, legal name, social security number, religious preference. "Christian," I said. I almost wish I'd lied.

Finally we were on our way. While I was waiting in the entry-way and Alejandro was getting the car, a woman came waddling in (because her pregnant belly was further out than she was tall) carrying pillows, an overnight bag, and a birthing ball. She was obviously in labor.

Man, she doesn't know what she's in for! Ha ha!

So that's the story of our first E.R. visit with Danilo. Got any killer E.R. stories you'd like to share? Comment away...

Danilo's First Shots

Danny had his first vaccinations today. He screamed bloody murder.

But I survived.

I even got away without shedding a tear! (Barely.) Oh, and he's doing fine too. :)

The doctor says he's growing just as he should. I think he's growing like a weed. I think our weeds are growing too fast as well. Oh wait, wrong subject. At eight weeks old, he weighs 9 lbs, 14 oz. and is 21 inches long/tall.

I got to ask lots of good questions, like...

"Why does he whack himself in the face?" "Because he's still learning spacial awareness."

"Why does his eye cry so much?" "Because he might have a clogged tear duct - here's how to clear it." (It's no big deal.)

"Why is his head oblong shaped?" "Because he always sleeps on one side dimwit. (Just kidding, she didn't really say that.) Make him sleep with his head turned the other way sometimes."

...and many other such silly questions that first-time parents ask. ;)

So now our precious bundle is cranky but sleeping soundly. See...

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Danilo recibió las primeras vacunas hoy. Chilló como loco.

Pero yo sobreviví.

Aún evité de llorar. (Apenas.) ¡Ah! y Danilo está muy bien también. :)

El doctor dice que está creciendo tal como debe. Yo creo que está creciendo demasiado rápido. Ya tiene 8 semanas, y pesa 9 libras, 14 onzas. Mide 53 centímetros.

Yo pude preguntarle al doctor muchas cosas, como....

"¿Por qué él se pega con la mano?" "Porque todavía está aprendiendo ser conciente de su propio ser y el espacio alrededor."

"¿Por qué llora el ojo tanto?" "Porque puede ser que tiene el conducto lagrimal cerrado - le enseño como abrirlo." (No es gran cosa.)

"Por qué tiene la cabeza no redondo sino alargado?" "Porque siempre duerme con la cara a un solo lado, idiota. (¡Es una broma! No dijo eso.) Tiene que hacer que duerma con la cabeza a otro lado de vez en cuando."

...y muchas otras preguntas de madre-por-primera-vez. Ahora nuestro chiquillo precioso está chichoso, pero está durmiendo riquísimo al momento.

Why I Blog

(Because Kingdom Mama asked...)

I blog because I suck at scrap-booking, and my blog is the best scrapbook this guy's gonna get!

I blog because when I go back and read it, it's like re-living it all over again, but with the benefit of 20-20 hindsight.

I blog because I'm a loud mouth and want to share all my extremely important opinions (NOT) and blogging feels like I have a captive audience. ;)

I blog because I TRULY DO HOPE that somehow, some way, God can ooze his love in between my opinions and personality so that others can know Him more fully.

That's why I blog. :)

Danilo's First Camping Trip!

What kind of crazy parents take their 7-week-old camping!? (Apparently we do.) And what kind of crazy woman goes camping at 7 weeks post-partum?! (Oh, that would be me.)

The best part of this trip is that we decided to go camping approximately one hour before leaving to go! Yes! I have not lost my spontaneity! - therefore proving to myself that I would NOT become one of those parents that quits doing anything at all and sits at home a slave to the rigid schedule of their child. Yay!

Ok, so we were going to go for a bbq picnic up in the mountains for the afternoon. Then Alejandro pulls me close and says, "wanna' just pack the tent and stay the night?" half expecting me to say no.

"Um... sure, why not?" I said, completely suprising him.

So I packed bags for Danny and I. Look, I did SO much better than the last trip! Of course, this time it was only one night. But still.

Alejandro packed the car. And half of the things that I forgot. Like my pillow. And a bed. And the toothpaste and toothbrush. And the soap. You know. The unimportant stuff. (Jeez, I'm glad he remembered all that stuff or I'd have been miserable.) And soon we were off.
We got there with just enough time to set up the tent before cooking dinner. Then we settled down for the night. Toby was cozy.
Danny was cozy.

Alejandro and I froze.

But on to the fun part of the trip. Look at my little Michelin man all bundled up to hang out while we ate breakfast and enjoyed coffee... Seriously, there is nothing better than Costa Rican coffee by the camp fire in the crisp morning air. Ok, there are a few things that are better... Like my warm bed, pasta, a glass of wine, and an evening writing and reading blogs... But I digress.

We found the most fabulous camping spot! Actually we found it while off-roading with this couple last year. It's off the beaten path. Right next to a babbling brook. With plenty of shade and sunlight so you can choose if you want cool air or warm. No, I won't tell you where it is. It's mine. It's mine! Ahem. Sorry. Anyway, this is what it looks like.
Here's the view facing the opposite direction.
Toby made a bee-line for the stream. He was a blast to watch. He ferociously protected us from the squirrels wild animals.
Danny and I cuddled a lot. :)
Alejandro did manly stuff. Like break dead tree stumps for the fire. Look at the method! I'm married to MacGyver.
And build fires.
And teach Toby tricks. And feed Toby snacks.
And hang out with Danilo. What didn't he do? :)
And driving home, we saw this:
Yes, we are in the year 2009. You're not dreaming. (Although I thought I was.) Seriously, we see the best stuff on the road. Remember what we saw last weekend?

So that's what we did this weekend. What did you do?

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¡Este fin de semana fuimos a acampar! Era más o menos una hora antes de salir que decidimos ir. Ibamos a ir nada más para la tarde y regresar en la noche, pero Ale sugerió quedarnos por la noche y yo le sorporendí por decir que sí.

Yo empaqué las bolsas para Danilo y yo, pero casi se me olvidó un montón de cosas... Por ejemplo la cama. Mi almohada. El cepillo de dientes. ¡Las cosas más importantes! Por dicha, Ale recordó todo. ¡Yo habría estado en problemas!

Toby (el perro) y Danilo estaban bien calientitos por la noche. Pero Ale y yo teníamos mucho frío. ¡Brrrrr! Pero bueno, sobrevivimos. ;)

En la mañana, disfrutamos café costarricense (¡que rico!) a la par de la fogata. Toby pasó mucho tiempo en el riachuelo. Yo chinié cuidé a Danilo. ;) Ale quebraba madera, cocinaba, cuidó a Toby, y cuidó a Danilo también. O sea, ¿qué no hizo Ale?

¡En ruta a la casa vimos una carreta! ¡Que risa!

¿Qué hicieron ustedes este fin de semana?