First Tooth
I know we haven’t been writing much lately, what with life the universe and everything, but I thought I would do a giant shout out to Ainara. Her first tooth broke through today! Bottom center left! Left… I know it’s early but it’s looking more and more like she’s going to be left handed, too.
Hurray for Ainara!
La Mama ja ha arribat!
Y estamos todos muyyyy contentos!…. Ainara y la Abuela se estan adaptando la una a la otra….y al jetlag tambien… Ha habido un poquitin mas de llorera de lo normal pero tenemos la teoria que la peque debia pensar que le habian cambiado a la Madre 1.2 por la version Madre 1.1 
…. Ayer fue mucho mejor y hoy Douglas empieza a trabajar asi que estaran Abuela y Nieta por la primera vez solitas….
Vamos a desearles un muy buen dia!
Besitos a las Dos!!!
Gramma’s Here
Rosa’s Mom arrived a few days ago and will be helping us take care of Ainara as we both have to return to work full time. Yesterday and today I showed her the basic routine and, for Ainara’s part, she adapted from yesterday’s freak out session where I think she thought I replaced her Mom.
I now understand how hard it was for Rosa to return to work, too. It was hard enough last time. I also understand why she constantly wanted to help or take over whenever Ainara had a problem; I find myself wanting to do the same with l’Avia (Granma in Catalan).
It’s going to be strange going back to work. Can I bring my little girl with me?
Spoon and Bowl
There’s no tried and true time to start your kid using proper tableware, let alone eating etiquette. So we’re starting now. Why not? The pictured feeding was relatively tame with Rosa feeding Ainara. Later we let her try on her own and, alas, I was too distracted with schadenfreude to take pictures. I will try to remember for next because her hair… I think she was trying to feed it, too. Certainly the hair seemed to enjoy the food more than her mouth.
¡Que Dos!… Quin Parell!
A tal Riu… tal Aigua….. 
Paternity Time
As I come to the end of my paternity time I have a few observations to add to my previous entries.
1. I thought I would have time to do a few things for myself. Clearly I was deluding myself. I thought I might have time to write, even if one handed; not true. I’m writing this as quickly as I can while she finishes her nap since the dishes got done last night. I appreciate how hard taking care of a child is, and I’m amazed and impressed with all mothers who choose to do it full time (and not a few dads, too).
2. As Ainara’s hair comes in I can see her getting her baby mullet. I will not let this happen. I will trim the mullet back; these things belong in the 80s, not the present.
3. How in the world can such a tiny creature have such explosive and destructive poops? How?
4. She’s just the cutest damn thing ever. Look at that picture!
5. For milestones, she is babbling a lot, and sings along (though charmingly bad) when I sing to her. She’s also standing when we hold her fingers, and is trying to take steps. As she shows no inclination for crawling yet I am wondering if she’ll skip straight to walking. I’m afraid…
Primeres vacunes
Aquesta sera la primera entrada de la Mama Rosa al blog de la familia Nerad. No estic molt acostumada a bloguejar (per dir gens) i em sembla que tindre la tendencia a enrotllarme com una persiana. Intentarem no fer-ho.
Hem acordat amb el Papa Douglas que ell s’encarregara dels posts en angles mentre que jo alternare entre catala, castella i suposo que algun xapurreig de catalus or andalan…
Gueno… ar grano, marrano!….
El diumenge passat la nostra Petitona va fer quatre mesos… com passa el temps, oi?!…. Aquests dijous li varen posar la segona tanda de vacunes. He de dir que l’experiencia em sembla que es mes traumatica per a nosaltres (els pares) que per a ella.
El fet de ser Pares crec que ens acosta a tots de manera abismal als nostres propis… Jo solia pensar que ja hi estaba aprop i que tenia bastant bona idea del que la meva Mare pot sentir de vegades… pero em sembla que la idea/sentiment estaba encara lluny del que realment es. Nomes la petita experiencia de veure a l’Ainara patir per les injeccions (i el que pot venir despres) et fa adonar de tot el que els teus pares deuen haber passat durant la teva vida. Tambe et desperta en el sentit d’adonar-te que com a Pares el patir nomes comença. Tot i aixo, crec que dona un toc d’atencio per començar a preparar les eines i recursos que ajudaran amb el pas dels anys a alleugerar els cops….
Aquests darrers dies em pregunto molt sovint com s’ho devien d’haber fet els meus pares i en particular ma Mare… la Mama….. que estaba bastant sola i era catorze anys mes jove que jo quan em va tenir….
Bueno… com podeu veure he començat amb un xapurreig de reflexio…. espero anar-me acostant al que sera mes un estil de blog aviat.
Fins aviat!
Rosa
Disclaimer: no estic acostumada a escriure en catala o castella aixi que demano paciencia… que es la mare de la ciencia.
Sitting without Help
Though she’s not able to sit up on her own yet, Ainara is more than happy to grab your fingers to pull herself to a sitting position. Not long ago this meant an immediate plummet back down. Yesterday, though, she kept herself up for a good five minutes. I wish she would take naps that were longer!
The Command Center
We received a great gift from our friend Julia: the Command Center. Ainara isn’t talk enough to stand in it properly but she’s loving it just the same. Perfect for her four month birthday!
Yawning Smile
Not long ago, and for no reason I could discern, Ainara would get a big smile on her face seeing me smile. I just noticed today that she stopped. I suppose this is one of those cute things I’ll look back on nostalgically in the years to come.
I just wish I knew what the smile was about…