Update: And the winner is…..Cassandra Mata!! Congratulations Cassandra and thank you to everyone for participating. Stay tuned for next month’s give-away…

Modern. Stylish. Bib. Burp. Cloth. Set. Yay

This month Baby Besos is giving away one of our favorite bib and burp cloth sets! Mealtime has never been so stylish with these fun and funky bib and burp cloth sets. How can you win?! All you need to do is post a comment to this blog post. Post whatever is on your mind and your name will be entered into the drawing.

It’s. That. Easy. Yay!

One entry per person, per day, and this give-away applies to US residents only. Contest ends Monday, April 27, 2009 at 5:00 pm CST. Winner will be selected by a random drawing and will be announced after the contest deadline.  Don’t forget to leave us your email address in your comment so we know how to contact you, should you be the lucky winner.

Ok, so maybe it was a little presumptuous of me to think that Dr. Ferreris and Nurse Lori would actually read my blog. After I posted “One Thing is Certain” I secretly expected by phone to ring have have Dr. F or Lori on the other end of the line. Didn’t happen. So I rang their phone instead and made an appointment to take Ilan in for a visit. It’s a good thing I did because after the evaluation it was determined that Ilan may have a mild form of asthma.  He is on breathing treatments and is already doing much better! It’s such a scary feeling to see/hear your child coughing so hard that they are gasping for air. As much as he hates the treatments (he screams, cries, kicks, and pushes) they are worth the fight.

Being a first-time mother, every little cough, sneeze, bump on the skin, etc. sends me to the doctors office. I used to be embarrased to call for an appointment “again”. But now, I say, “so what if my doctors office thinks I am a little speed dial happy!”. Piece of mind and a freely breathing child are well worth the $30.00 co-pay…

-Victoria

I’ve always had the suspicion and have now confirmed that Ilan does not chew his food before swallowing. This morning Ilan and I drove Jorge to work (long story short, his car is in the shop). While rushing to get out the door so he wouldn’t be late I filled a sippy cup with milk and put cut up strawberries in a snack trap for Ilan. I figured I could make him breakfast once we got home. Well, breakfast didn’t happen when we got home…but projectile vomiting sure did! Strawberries, cut up just the way they entered his body, and milk were ALL over him, me, and our floor. It was disgusting. My mind rushed through a million different thoughts including:  “AGH!!!”, “this stinks!”, “wait, these are whole strawberries!”, “what do I do now?”, “who do I clean first: him or me?”.  And my final thought was “what caused him to projectile vomit all of a sudden?!”.

It could be one of two things. My not-so-expert expert opinion told me it was either A) a virus or, B) cough induced. Why virus? Stinky projectile vomiting. Why cough induced? Because he had a coughing spell right before “it” happened. Now, because he has shown no other viral symptoms and has been able to keep down his liquids and foods since then, I am going with guess “B”. My next task to complete is to figure out why Ilan is having so many coughing spells. For the past week he has coughed and coughed, to the point of gasping for air. It happens mostly at night, and occasionally during the day. Is it allergies or something more? Or even something less? Oh, oh, oh, the trials and tribulations of parenthood.

I want the easy way out. Dr. Ferreris or Nurse Lori: If for some ridiculously rare reason you are reading this, please tell me what to do about the cough! Oh, and how can I teach Ilan to chew his food before swallowing?!

-Victoria

Ilan and I took lunch to Jorge at his office today. We decided to go to this little Mexican food drive thru not far from my house. They have great chalupas there and that’s what we knew would make “Dada” happy. Anyway, this little drive thru has true authentic Mexican food. And when I say true authentic, I really mean true authentic…they don’t speak English there. And although I understand all Spanish and can speak “asi, asi”, when I get flustered or nervous I lose all abilities to think and understand it. I guess when I ordered I got flustered and nervous. This is how it transcribed (the way I heard it):

Drive-thru Man: “Bienvenidos a La Siberia. Su orden porfavor”

Me: “Hola. Quiero un orden de chalupas, sin crema”

Drive-thru Man: “Deseas algo mas?”

Me: “Si. Tambien quiero un torta de bistec sin crema.”

Drive-thru Man: “Algo. Trabajadora. Bano. Iglesia. Camiseta. Basura. Policia. Embarazada.”

Me: “Huh? Ugh….No entiendo.” (At this point I decided to just drive to the window and talk to him face to face).

When I got to the window he was smiling, asked me for money, took my money, and closed the window. “Ok.” I thought. “He understood my order. Whew!”. Well, apparently he didn’t understand my order. Or maybe I didn’t say what I thought I was saying. I ended up with cheese enchiladas (sin crema, thank you very much) and an order of Milanesa. ¡Ah Caramba!

Oh well. In my head it sounded like perfect Spanish. And what I ordered sure tasted good!

Today, Conexion, a local magazine publication, came to our home-office to interview us. They are doing a story on Baby Besos and came to see our operation, ask a few questions, and do a photo shoot. We were thrilled to receive the call about the interview a few days ago. And not-so-thrilled today after they left. It was a tough hour!!

This is our first (And only. Boo hoo. For now. Hopefully.) publication that has shown a “real” interest in our business. I was really nervous because I wanted to make sure it would be perfect. And it was perfect at first. The house was clean, our office desk was clear, our inventory was hanging and displayed perfectly. The perfect setting. Then, Clarissa’s son, Tristan, and my son, Ilan decided to turn into the real “mamma’s boy’s” that they are. They wanted to be in the room with us so my mom, Clarissa’s mom, and Jorge (three full-grown adults to two 19-month olds) took them to the toy room to distract them. One thing led to another and before we knew it, Tristan was in Clarissa’s arms crying and Ilan was in my arms crying. Alligator tears on one. And the threat of alligator tears on the other. Needless to say, it was a little difficult to answer the interview questions and be in photos with the boys banging sticks on the doors, drawing on the walls with chalk, or screaming as they tugged at our shirts and climbed in our laps.

I wish I could say they were in rare form, but they weren’t. Clarissa and I were the ones in rare form…unable to give 100% of our undivided attention to our “mamma’s boys”. I just hope the article reflects the perfect setting the interviewer walked into and not the setting the interviewer walked out of. Only time will tell.