Friday, May 27, 2011

Here's your sign.

I always laugh to myself every time that someone asks me if we are going to teach our Gringanada both Spanish and English.
Usually I feel like busting out some kind of Bill Engvall joke,
"Aw, she's so cute, are you going to teach her English and Spanish?"
-Nope, just Spanish, that way she can fit in with all the other Latins here...Here's your sign.
"So...are you going to teach her Spanish?"
-No, just English, she's just going to give her father the silent treatment the rest of her life...Here's your sign.
or maybe,
"Are you going to raise her bilingual?"
-Nope, just Japanese for right now... Here's your sign.

The funny part is usually when I kindly reply with a simple "yes",
 I normally hear something to the effect of,
 "Good because that will really help her to get a job, succeed, etc. "
(Seriously? Get a job?)
That's right! Jobs are obviously much more important than, you know, talking to her Grandparents, Aunts, Uncle's, Cousin's and any and everyone else in Argentina.
Here's your sign.
If you are guilty of asking me this completely legitimate question, it's not a problem, it happens daily...but if you heard me whispering afterwards, don't worry, it was just a friendly, "Here's your sign."

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Feliz 25 de Mayo!!

Today is Argentina's Revolution day!
It's the day that Argentina started on their way to Independence.
(Their actual Independence Day is July 9th.)
Of course we aren't going to miss an opportunity to celebrate!!!
We all wore our Argentine Shirts.
This is our Gringanada's shirt, appropriate right?
One of the very best parts of Argentina is that all of their holidays are spent with family and food.
This particular holiday is spent with a classic Argentine Locro.
Locro is made up of white beans, every kind of sausage that you can find, squash, and white corn...along with your regular condiments.
It normally looks something like this.
Last night Sergio mentioned to me that he would love to have a big hardy bowl of Locro for dinner tonight.
He had to work, and we don't know how to cook Argentine so his dreams were smashed.
Or were they?
Although we aren't Argie connoisseures, we DO know how to improvise!
So, in the past Sergio has mentioned that white beans and ham almost tastes like Locro,
so we started with that.
We threw in some regular yellow corn, and some spicy Italian Sausage and some bacon.
We couldn't find squash so we tossed in a can of pumpkin.
(disclaimer: by we I mean my mother, afterall, she's the cook)
Sergio walked in the door and his exact words were...
"Helloalgo huelo MUY rico."
Yah, I said exact would translate to something like,
"Hellosomething smells really good."
I just smiled as he looked into our boiling pot of yumminess.
"No Way"
(exact quote)
The only thing that we were missing is a special sauce that goes on top, but I didn't (and still don't) know how to make it. So he stepped in.
Looking at the picture...I know it has paprika :)
and onions,
And he asked for chili powder...
and knowing him...I can pretty much guarantee that it has some sort of oil in it.
It is Heavenly.
This is the finished product:
I'm not going to was pretty perfect.
I think he is planning on taking it to work tomorrow to share.
I hope it gave him at least a little taste of home.

Happy 25 of May to everyone.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011


It's not every day that you receive one of these:

In fact, it is a VERY prestigious blogger award. Most people only are lucky enough to receive one in a life time.
Ya, it's that cool.
I am honored to announce that I have received 2 of them.
One from The Hess Madhouse: a super fun blog all about how life, your family and everything else can get a little crazy, and how sometimes that craziness can rub off on you.
Then another one from my mom...because she's always been my biggest fan.

So gracefully I would like to accept this award with thankfulness to
all the crazies at the Hess Madhouse  and especially to the chief inmate for her nomination.
To my mother for getting me connected to the blogging world.
Also I would like to thank all those people that make my blog possible and give me fun things to write about.
To my facebook friends, you know who you are,  who are always reading my blog and never commenting.
And a extra special thank you to spellchecker, for without it my blog wouldn't be legible.

Now, down to business.
This award would not be well deserved without completing  all the fine print.
(The rules for the award are -  1. Link back the person who awarded you.  2. Tell us 7 things about yourself. )

So here is a little something something about me.
7.  Being married, having a baby and being a mom is EVEN BETTER than what I had always imagined.
6.  My pet peeve is when I am talking to someone and they don't make eye contact...and if you really want to make me punch you in the face, go ahead and send a text message while we are talking.
5. I love sweets,  my very very favorite are chocolate chip cookies.
4.  Sometimes I lay awake thinking about what I am going to blog about.  Not that I am obsessive, I just try to think of ways to say what I feel without saying too much.
2.  In the last 3 months I have never had to buy diapers because of all the diapers I got at my baby shower, and I still shouldn't have to for a few more weeks.  I will be eternally grateful.
1.  I have learned to not care too much about what other people think, because in the end I know that I am my own worst critic.

Friday, May 20, 2011

A Postpartum Perspective:

Because of this,
And these,
And not having enough time to do this,
I kind of feel like this (again):
Only now, less tan.

So instead of wallowing in my postpartum pity, I decided it was time to do something.
I dyed my hair,
painted my toenails,
and Sergio even convinced me to buy a new dress.

There was still one little thing that needed to be taken care of...
My eyebrows.
It has been over a year since they had been tamed.

Yesterday my mom and I wanted to take advantage of being in town so we went to get a quick eyebrow wax.
I insisted that she go first while I waited with a whinny baby. 
When it was my turn I swapped a crying baby with my mom and took my seat.  I noticed that this normally quick procedure was taking a little more time then usual...and then I realized that the waxing girl was calling in backup.
(I knew my eyebrows were getting pretty bad, but I didn't realize that they were getting THAT bad.)

I also heard the whimpering of a young stylist saying things like,
"I've never had this happen before."
"I think I am going to cry."
While her manager said,
"Just put some baby oil on it and it will be fine."

Through all of their disturbing conversation I stayed relatively calm and smiley,
mostly thinking about my crying baby outside.
I should have really been alarmed when I was never handed a mirror to see the finished product.  I looked quickly in the mirrors as I walked up to the counter to pay, I saw that both of my eyebrows were still there, so I decided not to worry too much.
As I made my way to the car I noticed a little more stinging than normal, but then again it had been a year since I had last had my eyebrows done.  I sat down in the passenger seat and immediately pulled down my visor to check out my new look.
My bright red eyebrows really caught my attention.
Not to mention the skin that had literally been torn off of under each of them.
The next day
(I am just so glad I wasn't thinking I needed a bikini wax!)

I guess in all honesty I should be thanking Salon JLA,
I am pretty sure that they cured me of any more postpartum pity parties,
I will probably never have a stray eyebrow again.

Oh the price of beauty.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

It's a Good Day to Celebrate

And I'll tell you why.
A year ago today my mom received a new heart.
Pretty cool right?
I'm sure you can understand why that might be important, but what most people don't know is exactly how bad my mom had got.

People with heart disease don't have any obvious outward signs of being sick.
For example, unlike cancer, they don't loose their hair while undergoing treatment.
The common eye can't tell when someone has heart disease.

My mom's old heart was only had a 14% ejection fraction. Ejection fraction is a measurement of the percentage of blood leaving your heart each time it contracts.  In a normal person it should be between 55% and 70% (Mayo Clinic).

She slept all the time because she didn't have energy to do anything else.
Her doctors decided that it was time to get her on a transplant list.
Most people wait on a transplant list for several months before they find a suitable donor.
A donor is chosen by the weight and height of the person needing a transplant.

The doctors had suggested that she recieve an artificial heart within the next few months, otherwise she wouln't have lived for another year.
We are so glad that we didn't have to wait too long and that today she's not getting a metal heart.

Needless to say,
Today is a day to celebrate.
I am celebrating that my mom is still alive.
I am celebrating that I get tired before she does.
I am celebrating that my kids will get to know their grandma.
I am celebrating life, family and miracles.

So in memory of today,
Here is a video and a few pictures I found while looking through her cell phone yesterday at her 1 year heart check-up.
This video was taken on the way up the elevator to her room.
This is my mommy and me.  We just got to her room and she was getting ready to change into her cute hospital dress.
Four days after her transplant she walked 2 miles.  She was literally walking laps around the hospital.
It was super amazing since that would have been IMPOSSIBLE a week before.

This is us getting ready to leave the hospital.
She only had to stay 10 days! How awesome is that?
If you want to know more about my mom and what she has been doing post-transplant you need to check out her blog at

Dear Donor Family,

It has been one year since you have lost your loved one. Certainly there is no need to remind you. I am sure that not a single day has passed that you haven’t thought of them. I can imagine that you spent many sleepless nights resting your head on a drenched pillow of tears as you have thought of your loss. I am writing you now to assure you that we have done the same. We too have spent many hours pondering your loss and wondering what we as a family have done to deserve it. Tears have streaked our faces as we think of the suffering that this must have caused you. At the same time our hearts are opened in gratitude for your son or daughters selflessness. This precious life that was ended so that my mother’s life could go on has truly been a miracle. Although our hearts ache for you, not a single day has gone by that we haven’t thanked our Heavenly Father for your family and for all you gave on May 14th, 2010. This donation has greatly extended my mother’s life, and to us, your child will always be our hero.
At this time we would like to thank you for this ultimate gift. We wish you could see how much our lives have changed because of your kindness. Since this day last year my mother has completely healed from the operation and has recuperated the energy that she lost when she had her first heart attack six years ago. It’s so nice to have my mom back. We are able to do the simple things, like grocery shopping, that she physically had lost the ability to do. She is now able to stay awake all day now, which something pre-transplant was almost impossible.
In this last year she also received her first and second grandchildren and is looking forward to watching them grow up, this otherwise wouldn’t have been possible. This year we all have gained a new appreciation for how valuable life really is. Even though our family has always been close, now we are even closer.
We know that your child was a special person because we have seen how a piece of him or her has changed our lives. I hope that as you read this note, your pain is somewhat calmed in knowing that your son or daughter is honored, loved, and has literally saved a life. We are and will be eternally grateful.

With all of our hearts,


Monday, May 9, 2011

One Month Older & Wiser Too!

Our little Gringanada is getting all growed up.
(yes growed)
Even though she is still pretty tiny.
Isn't she beautiful? 
This month she is starting to play a lot more.
It's so much fun!
Every morning she tells her daddy about all of her dreams that she had during the night...
she's a real talker in the morning.
She loves Peek-a-boo
and Patty Cake.
She also has the goofiest smile and laugh.
She is starting to get pretty good at holding up her big noggin,
but she's not a fan of tummy time so she doesn't really pick her head up off the floor.
She sleeps really well, but I am not going to tell you her schedule just so I don't jinx it.
But I know it was close to nap time when we were taking pictures.
Her favorite sense lately has been taste, she has been trying to lick everything.
This morning I gave her a kiss on the cheek and she even licked my nose.
She's quite the character.
She's also getting her grab reflexes down,
she especially likes pulling out playing with my hair.
Even though she has started staring more at her hands and feet, I still don't think the she has realized that she is in control of them...she gets pretty mad at me when she pulls her pacifier out of her mouth. 
I am glad that she doesn't know everything quite yet.
It's fun watching her figure things out.
My only fear is that she is going to grow up too fast.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

My Two Cents: Osama Bin Laden

I am sure at this point that everyone has their own opinion about the death of Osama Bin Laden.
It is such a relief to know that such a terrible man is dead, and therefore no longer a threat to our country or anyone one else's.

But on the flip side, it is hard to celebrate the death of anyone.

Last night I was reading in the Book of Mormon in Alma chapter 48.
In Alma there is an amazing warrior named Moroni.  The best description of him says,

"And Moroni was a strong and a mighty man; he was a man of a perfect understanding; yea, a man that did not delight in bloodshed; a man whose soul did joy in the liberty and the freedom of his country, and his brethren from bondage and slavery"
"Yea, a man whose heart did swell with thanksgiving to his God, for the many privileges and blessings which he bestowed upon his people; a man who did labor exceedingly for the welfare and safety of his people.
"Yea, and he was a man who was firm in the faith of Christ, and he had asworn with an oath to defend his people, his rights, and his country, and his religion, even to the loss of his blood."
"...If all men had been, and were, and ever would be, like unto Moroni, behold the very powers of hell would have been shaken forever; yea, the devil would never have power over the hearts of the children of men."  (Alma 48:11-13;17) 
He sounds like a pretty amazing man to me. 
Moroni was a Nephite, a group of people who believed in God.  In the last few chapters they have had a lot of problems with their enemies, the Laminites.  Instead of going to war against the Laminites Moroni helps the Nephite people prepared their cities.
All of the boarders of their city were strengthened by forts, fox hole like walls and stone walls in case of an attack.  It even mentions that in the weak parts of the city, they made sure that were even more men standing guard so that they could,

  " their liberty, their lands, their wives, and their children, and their peace, and that they might live unto the Lord their God, and that they might maintain that which was called by their enemies the cause of Christians." (verse 10)

For four years they didn't have any problems in their city. But:
"...they were compelled reluctantly to contend with their brethren, the Lamanites." (Verse 21)
Okay now this is the part that I really related too...

"Now, they were sorry to take up arms against the Lamanites, because they did not delight in the shedding of blood; yea, and this was not all—they were sorry to be the means of sending so many of their brethren out of this world into an eternal world, unprepared to meet their God.
"Nevertheless, they could not suffer to lay down their lives, that their wives and their children should be massacred by the barbarous cruelty of those who were once their brethren..."  (Verses 23 and 24)
So...basically what I am trying to say is that if you are like me, and are so glad that such a bad man has been killed and thus saving the lives of thousands upon thousands of innocent people, but at the same time you feel bad because murder isn't the best way to handle any situation...
There comes a time when you have to take action.
(If your desires aren't because you want revenge,)
but because you are trying to protect your peace,  freedom, your wives and your have nothing to feel bad about except the fact that that person is being sent to be judged of God without being prepared.
That's what I learned yesterday.
I know it's true.

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Sunday, May 1, 2011

The Parable of the Purse

Today I had the opportunity to teach our Relief Society lesson at church.
I was inspired by a talk by Quentin L. Cook that I heard in General Conference.
He recounted a cute little story about a purse that was found at a youth New Years Eve dance.
This is what he said,
" I share with you part of what Sister Monica Sedgwick, the Young Women president in the Laguna Niguel stake, recorded: “We didn’t want to pry; this was someone’s personal stuff! So we gingerly opened it and grabbed the first thing that was on top—hopefully, it would identify her. It did, but in another way—it was a For the Strength of Youth pamphlet. Wow! This told us something about her. Then we reached in for the next item, a little notebook. Surely this would give us answers, but not the kind we were expecting. The first page was a list of favorite scriptures. There were five more pages of carefully written scriptures and personal notes.”  The sisters immediately wanted to meet this stalwart young woman. They returned to that purse to identify its owner. They pulled out some breath mints, soap, lotion, and a brush. I loved their comments: “Oh, good things come out of her mouth; she has clean and soft hands; and she takes care of herself.”
They eagerly awaited the next treasure. Out came a clever little homemade coin purse made from a cardboard juice carton, and there was some money in a zippered pocket. They exclaimed, “Ahh, she’s creative and prepared!” They felt like little children on Christmas morning. What they pulled out next surprised them even more: a recipe for Black Forest chocolate cake and a note to make the cake for a friend’s birthday. They almost screamed, “She’s a HOMEMAKER! Thoughtful and service minded.” Then, yes, finally some identification. The youth leaders said they felt greatly blessed “to observe the quiet example of a young lady living the gospel.”
Who knew you could learn so much about someone from what's in their purse!!
(If you want to read the whole talk you should click here...It's not really all about purses.)
Most of the lesson we talked about how wonderful women are and what awesome qualities that each of us have,
because we usually forget
...but at the end I wanted each of them to have their own little purse.
I think they turned out really cute. 
I used this template that you can find on this paperscrapz website
Inside of each purse had:
A paper that said, "What's in your purse"
 Five pieces of paper so each women in the class could write down some of the qualities that people could find in their 'purse'
A piece of chocolate (let's be honest...if a purse doesn't have chocolate it's not a real purse.)
 So after all of this purse talk, I decided to bravely go where no woman in public should go...yes...I really wanted to see what someone could find out about me if they looked in my purse, and I thought it would be fun to share it all with you.
In my purse there is:
My husbands pay stubs,
A restaurant receipt,
Stamps and a couple of receipts from the post office,
2 papers from the doctors that say the Gringanada's weight and height,
A bottle cap, a really bad pacifier and a baby head band,
A pen,
My US passport, (What's that doing in there)
A grocery list,
2 dollars and some-odd cents,
and finally my wallet and identification.
I'm evidently I world traveling, mommy with bad taste in pacifiers and a tight grip on my husbands wallet.
Who knew?