Two more earthquakes, less gripe, a new home, more teeth and now that I crawl!
Sept 24, 2017
Two more earthquakes
Our friends are all writing again, worried about our well being. We're OK everyone. Thanks for asking. Sadly, there are many that suffered great losses. My dad found a link to a site that provides a list of organizations accepting donations. If you can make a contribution, that would be great. I am Canadian and Mexican so both countries (as well as Palestine) are very important to me.
Less gripe
I am very happy to report that I no longer have the gripe. However, I am very sad to report that my bisabuela (great grandmother) still has the gripe. She is 88, much older than me, and is taking longer to get better. She had to go to the doctor twice for advise on getting better. I only went once for a check up and got sick!
I miss my my bisabuela. Mom says we can visit (which makes me happy) but not until my bisabuela is fully recovered (which makes me sad). My dad says that life is like that: happiness and sadness; joy and grief; sweet and sour; rich and poor etc.. He gave me many examples to make sure that I understood that life was like a roller-coaster ride. I don't know what a roller-coaster ride is, but I am not sure that I like it.
A new home
Speaking of roller-coaster ride, mom and dad decided to move from the apartment we were renting into a house. The house is across the street from my abuelos (not to be confused with my bisabuela). The "for rent" sign went up shortly after we had settled into the apartment. We were walking by one day when dad noticed the windows were open which meant someone was inside. That's when the fateful decision, mom and dad's not mine, was made that we had to at least look inside. As soon as we left they, mom and dad, started discussing the possibility of living there.
Mom called the owner and asked if the rent was negotiable. Mom told dad that rents in Mexico were always negotiable. The woman on the phone told mom that the rent was not negotiable. Mom was stunned. The owner told mom that she had had many inquiries and really didn't need to rent the house anyway. A month later the house was still for rent. We made an appointment to see the house again. My abuela wanted to see it.
During our second visit, we learned that the mother of the owner knows my abuela's mother (my bisabuela, who is currently sick). The rent became negotiable and we moved in two weeks later. The house is great. We are all very happy in the new house even the insects that line up to get in.
Mom and dad are telling all their friends, the ones that inquired about our well being during the earthquakes, that we have a big house with extra rooms and would love visitors. They are even telling their freinds who didn't inquire about our well being!
More teeth
I don't want to dwell on it to much, but I have lots of new teeth. They haven't stopped coming in. I thought I was done with the two bottom ones but no such luck. Just got four more on the top. They are driving me crazy. Driving mom and dad crazy too. In case you didn't know, if I am going crazy, I am not going alone!
With the new teeth, everything I can get my hands on, goes into my mouth. Mom has decided it is time for me to eat real food. At first, I thought it was because she was getting tired of feeding me, but it turns out not to be the case. She just wants me to eat real food. She has been dreaming of it since before I was born.
So now they are feeding me all sorts of stuff, and like the rollercoaster, I am not sure I like it. I do however, love making the mess!
Now that I can crawl
They say I crawl like my dad swims. Let me explain. Mom made dad take swimming lessons. She said when we went to Puerto Escondido in December that dad had to be able to jump into the ocean, 40 foot waves and all, and save me should I need saving. The lessons required dad doing exercises. One of the exercises was to kick his legs while holding a floating board to propel him forward in the water. When he attempted the exercise, he went backwards. He tried a second time, and still went backwards. When he told my relatives what had happened, they all wanted to know how he managed it. He said he didn't know. And like my dad swims, I crawl -- backwards. Sometimes I go sideways but going forward has been a challenge.
To encourage me to go forward, dad placed Elmo, Quack Quack and Chango (see picture at top) at one end of the mat and me at the other. Elmo and Quack Quack were given to me by two sisters from the furnture store. Dad says he was deeply touched that two children gave me their toys. He says he has never seen that before. Dad got me Chango. And so it was with Elmo, Quack Quack and Chango sitting watching me that I was able to inch my way forward across the mat.
Dad told mom that I needed to work on technique. Mom laughed, dad laughed. I'll show them.
