Baby shower in Mexico
July 8, 2017
So we're in Mexico now. Been here for a week or so. Dad's real happy. Says Mexicans are great people; says my relatives (who I am meeting for the first time) are the best of the best.
We took a plane to get to Mexico. That's not surprising or new. I'd already flown to New York and back to Hamilton. I am not sure they should really be in the same sentence -- New York and Hamilton but they are. Anyway turns out that going international is a bit different.
First of all, Air Canada made my dad pay for me to use their plane. It was a percentage of the adult fare. Air Canada is that way, always looking out for their bottom-line. That's what dad says anyway. When we went to New York, WestJet charged taxes. They told dad that the taxes were for me using the airport. At least they didn't go to the US government and their terror fear mongering. The Air Canada charges must have been for me breathing Air Canada plane air. They charge for everything now.
Then there was passing through security. My stroller set off some alarm. Dad got pulled over and touched up. They also searched his carry-on piece by piece. Then they interviewed him. They asked a bunch of questions about firearms and drugs. Dad doesn't like firearms and gave up drugs even before I was born, way before I was born. I wonder if he had been getting prepared for this very moment?
We ended up on the plane with mom and dad are trying to figure out how they will get through the flight without me screaming and yelling and crying etc. Apparently, that is what I am suppose to do but I decided not to give them the satisfaction! They didn't know that so they had to come up with a plan.
Dad made me a wonderful bed on top of the plastic trays that come down from the seats in front of us. I was nicely asleep and giving poor mom's arms a rest when a stewardess comes along and tells mom and dad that it is dangerous to have me there. They ignored her and the next one. Then a third stewardess comes along, the one that had offered to be of assistance at the beginning of the flight, and tells them the same thing. Off the tray and back into mom's arms I go. Mom's poor arms!
When we arrive in Mexico, my aunt was waiting for us. She is not sure what to make of me and smiles at me before turning her attention to my mom. Dad is coming up behind with all the luggage: three suitcases, a backpack, and car seat. My mom tells dad that he needs to hire one of the porters to move around the luggage. Dad doesn't argue. That's what mom likes about dad, he doesn't argue much. Hope she doesn't expect me to be like dad!
It is agreed, between those who have a say, that we should all eat but before we do, we should take the luggage to the car. My aunt, the porter and my dad head to the parking garage with the luggage. Mom pushes me around in the stroller. It didn't set off any alarms coming through immigration. I figure the Mexicans mustn't be alarmist, get it? Alarmist!
By the time my dad and my aunt return, mom needs to pee, I need to poop but will wait for the most inconvenient moment I can. I also want to eat but I can't until mom finishes peeing. Mom pees and everyone is ready to go to the restaurant, so I poop. When I poop, there is a big gushing noise so that everyone knows I have pooped. Sometimes it scares dad cause he doesn't expect it. We go in search of a family washroom with a changing table.
I get my diapers changed and we reemerge from the ladies washroom. Dad tells mom he has some good news and some bad news. I forgot what the good news was, but the bad news was that they forgot to grab my bassinet when they were picking up their luggage. Dad goes in search of the bassinet and mom decides to feed me. She feeds me whenever I want and that can be anywhere. I like it. I feel like I am in charge. Same way mom tries to let dad feel like he is in charge.
We were going to stay at my mom's brother's place but it got flooded so we needed to find another place. Instead of staying with my uncle, we started our stay in Mexico with my great uncle. His house is not flooded and he is not in town but his chauffeur will let us into his house. My great uncle and aunt have a big place. I wonder if that is why they are great?
The room we end up with is perfect. For a while I think I am in heaven. Turns out it is the room of one of my cousins. It is reserved for her and her family when they visit but today it is ours. And can you believe my luck? My cousin has a baby, and the room is full of stuff for babies. I am starting to see why dad says Mexicans are great people.
We only stayed for two nights before heading off to Coatepec. That's where more of my mom's family lives and where my mom's birthday party will be turned into a shower for me. This is the same thing that happened with my dad's birthday. It became a shower for me. Ah, it's all about me, me, me. I hope this wonderful theme keeps up.
