One sweet little hot potato

santiago has a fever. and i'm thinking/hoping it's because he's teething and not because we weren't prepared for how cold it was going to be at dinner last night. he's been sluggish & crabby and attached to my hip all day today. sweet boy.

this was my free minute. to read some blogs, finish some laundry, pay some bills but mostly i just want to go snuggle up in my bed with my baby boy. he'll keep me warm on this oh-so-chilly December night while i nurse him & love him & sing him get well soon lullabies.

on my nightstand: Hylands teething tablets + infant Tylenol + an adiri bottle full of water + my journal and favorite pen
on the t.v: re-runs of cake boss
in my bed: one sweet little hot potato

goodnight loves, Ana

Merry Christmas!

Santiago, what a precious babe you are, cute from head to toe.
a perfect little angel for all of us to love.
you melt our hearts with your sweetness.

you're a special gift this Christmas.

santiago got two shiny new teeth for christmas!

This truly is the most wonderful time of the year.
Merry Christmas to you and yours!
love, Ana

Thoughts in the night.

When I let my mind wander in the quiet of my dark bedroom, as I rock my sweet babe, I become convinced that our babies must be made up of little slices of our very own souls, how else to explain how so very familiar he is, how much I feel I've known him all along.

Maybe I know him because he is part of me. Or perhaps I knew him before in another life. Perhaps we are souls reunited after a long separation. As I sway him to sleep, his head under my chin, I wonder if I promised him that I'd find a way to bring him to me, even if it was difficult, or painful. Or did he reassure me, that he would always be there waiting? I wonder, as I look at his little helplessness, who really needs the other more.

It seems obvious to me that he is mine, and that he was supposed to be mine all along. Sometimes, I let myself believe there is no other being created who was better made to love this tiny person.

milk drunk

My new favorite thing to do is to take crummy cell phone pictures of mister Santiago right after we've nursed. He sort of rolls off me like a drunkard and then passes out. Oh, it's fantastic!

Please do enjoy the fruit of my boobs!

{the very first boob drunk ever captured, at one hour after being born}

{"i could probably still drive" milk drunk}

{blood milk level probably 60%}

{the most recent boob drunk on file}

{this milk drunk moment brought to you by having sushi for dinner that night}

"It's time to put a boob in yo face!" I say to Santiago when he's acting fussy.

my wish list

You know, in case you were wondering...

here is my Christmas wish list:

Ugg knit cardy boots [grey of course]

Nikon D3100 digital camera

Chicco S3 All-Terrain jogging stroller

anthropologie jewlery

an elliptical [dreamin' big]

and, drumroll please...

SLEEP!

Oh, and to lose my last five pounds of baby weight, hence why

I need an elliptical!

xoxo, Ana

baby mine. month five

{for real. i'm eating him for dessert}

santiago juvenal - five months

+++

this sweet boy is made of magic.

he is peaceful and happy.

two tiny bottom teeth coming through.

+++

a champion nursling.

a growing wonder.

a deep thinker.

baby einstein play gym lover.

+++

a piece of baby cake.

pleather pants?!

Yesturday I tried on a pair of stupidly awesome pleather pants. For about twenty seconds they were totally coming home with me, and then common sense won out. Common sense is so boring sometimes. Honestly I think those pleather pants are haunting me. Annnnnnnnnnnaaaaa they call. I can hear them all the way from here! But seriously, where do you even wear pleather pants to these days? Except to everywhere? I'm going back to Zara, and if those pleather pants are still there I am buying those mother truckers!

this man

is my rock.

he holds me when I cry.

laughs when I make cheesy jokes.

he is the most selfless man I know.

loves me deeply.

adores our son.

and works incredibly hard to support us so I can stay home with our son.

today is his 29th birthday! Happy birthday my sweetest love!

foot fetish

I love Santiago's feet! he has such long feet with long toes — he's my little monkey. I'm always kissing his feet.

see why I love them?!

about me

{picture taken May 2008. Morelia Michoacan,Mexico}

This lil' blog started because my sweet babe Santiago was napping and I was bored. Ok, really, I wanted to have a place to keeping a record of my day to day experiences, thoughts, inspirations, and share pictures of my darling munchkin. I reserve the right to post as I please. Happy reading.

- momma to my sweet babe Santiago.

- married to my best friend.

- sucker for colorful shoes.

- cries easily but laughs even easier.

- enjoys reading in the tub.

- deprived of sleep.

- ignores the fact that brownies aren't good for you.

- seeks to help others.

- listens to Mindy Gledhill.

- loves God, a clean home and chocolate.

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