Totally worth burning the roof of my mouth on the hot cheese. (Is it normal that Adan and I can polish off almost an entire Costco pizza in one sitting?)
We went to see the new Avengers movie on Saturday. I am not usually a fan of this genre of superhero movies (is it just me or do they keep getting longer and longer and more and more incomprehensible? Am I the only one that feels like I am watching a foreign film with no subtitles?) but when you are 31 weeks pregnant and the thermometer in your house reads 31.5 Celcius at 10 PM, you are just happy for any opportunity to take a nap in an air-conditioned room. Also, one of the best things about living in Mexico is the movie popcorn. Best movie theater popcorn ever. So overall, it was a fun afternoon.
We went to a music festival this weekend where the lineup included Alanis Morrisette and The Killers along with a dozen other bands I had never heard of. I like that Adan makes me step outside of my comfort zone in this way. If it were up to me, we would be eating spaghetti on the couch in front of the TV every single weekend.
I finally caved and bought some summer maternity clothes. It has been 150 million degrees (take your pick: Celcius, Fahrenheit, lightyears) in the shade and on this day, I actually went out wearing a non-maternity dress I already owned and convinced myself that it was on the shorter side now because of the bowling ball strapped to my midsection but should be fine only to find that every time there was a slight breeze I was in danger of indecent exposure. It would have been highly reminiscent of Marilyn Monroe except that I am not blond, it was not the least bit sexy, and had Marilyn swallowed a watermelon whole before stepping on that subway grate. We had to make a stop at the mall before heading to the festival once I realized this and I was much more comfortable for it.
I know a lot of women who were very conscientiously pregnant, for whom this 10 months is a time of research and being cautious. I admire them. Mostly I am too lazy to Marie Kondo every piece of food I put in my mouth, holding it up to the scrutiny of whether it gives me joy, is farm-to-table, organic, and nutrient dense. I don’t eat kale any more often than I did when I wasn’t growing a fetus (which is to say that I never eat it). We initially bought a stack of baby books and a few onesies (and have been gifted a few different items) and more recently a car seat but other than that we have no made baby-related purchases whatsoever. And if nesting is an actual thing, it has either completely passed me by or has yet to hit me. We don’t have a color picked out for the nursery because babies can’t tell colors apart for the first few months of life so who are we even painting for (read: we are lazy)? I wish I could say that I at least legalistically apply sunscreen now but I don’t. One of the pregnancy books I skimmed suggested moving if you live in an area with a lot of air pollution and it made me wonder whether there are actually couples that move to New Zealand for the duration of the pregnancy? Wow. Hats off to them.
For the most part, I feel like we are as prepared as can be in terms of knowledge and stuff, which is to say that we are woefully unprepared and clueless but don’t think we can change that fact by worrying about it.
That’s not to say that I don’t worry at all. Like all expectant first-time parents, we are daunted at the supreme task of being responsible for a human being. Mainly, though, what I am daunted by is the prospect of bringing a newborn home to a house that doesn’t have Netflix. Whenever I visit a new mom, they all seem to have mindless shows in a constant Netflix loop. What will I do without this critical survival tool??? Is it even possible? Why isn’t this issue addressed in any of the pregnancy books instead of all those neverending lectures on the importance of nutrition?
We went to Leon this past weekend for our nephew’s 5th birthday. He wanted a Pacman theme so his naturally creative mother threw all this together (she is the creative genius behind this piñata). If I ever have children, I plan to just shamelessly copy + paste all of her party themes and crafts.
We went to a hot air balloon festival this weekend, the first ever in Cajititlan, right near where we live.
Adan has been to a similar and much larger festival in Leon many times, and once he got to go up in the balloon. I, however, had never been so close to one let alone 45 different ones before.
There were some really fun, creative ones, like this one from Brazil of the ocean:
We went with our friends Oliver and Ninette and their kids Renata and Mateo. I have to say the only downside of a hot air balloon festival is that if you have ever read and understood the second law of thermodynamics, you know that they can only fly when the air temperature is cold. Unfortunaly, in Mexico, it’s usually 90 degrees by 9:00 AM so that requires this to be an early morning activity, as in, 6:30. For Adan and I, it wasn’t too big of a sacrifice as we live ten minutes away but our friends had to leave their house at 5:30 to make it on time. They’re troopers, and we want to be just like them when we grow up.
It was totally worth it.
P.S. The second law of thermodynamics has nothing to do with hot air balloons. It actually has to do with the temperature at which eggs cook.
P.P.S. My friend Jess had her fourth baby, Ezekiel Scott. He is one hansome baby with his adoring older siblings there. She is one happy mama. And I am one totally proud and ecstatic auntie. Proud and ecstatic and in total AWE of my friend Jess, who is a champ.
I like birthdays. I like them when they’re mine, I like them when they’re other people’s. I like any excuse to eat fried foods and wear a hat. This year, the day started out with Adan bringing me breakfast in bed. Now, breakfast in bed is the kind of gesture that gives you mega points as a husband, even when said breakfast is dry toast and instant coffee, because it’s so sweet and thoughtful. In Adan’s case, he made me real coffee and chilaquiles (#gluten free, vegan, dairy free, paleo), (kidding! The Rosales Kim house will never go vegan, thank you. We heart all things cheesy and bacon-y).
We went out to Chapala for the day, where I got to wear my new birthday hat, because once I turned 30 I felt like I had maybe outgrown the tradition of wearing a tiara on my birthday.
We had great weather (sorry if you are reading this and there’s still snow on your driveway). We went out for an early dinner at 5:30 because now I am old and I should probably start getting used to it.
I landed on Outback for dinner because nothing says Bloomin’ Birthday like a Bloomin’ Onion.
The night before we went to my friend Karla’s birthday party (because all the coolest people have February birthdays, I’m looking at you, Kassi and Jess). It was a flapper/Great Gatsby themed party, and it started at 9 p.m. which if you are not Mexican or 21 years old probably sounds impossibly late to you. And, if you know anything about Mexican culture you probably also were able to guess that a party that starts at 9 doesn’t really start until 10.
As per the party theme, I wore a feather & sequin headpiece made for me by my friend Marichuy.
It was a huge deal, as in open bar, 200 guests, water fountains everywhere and valet parking and bathroom attendants and sushi, and I guess people stayed and partied hard until 5 a.m. I imagine this is how Paris Hilton must celebrate birthdays.
We of course didn’t stay to close out the party, choosing to Geronimo out of there at a little past midnight, but that is because at that hour, being awake seems painful to me. It was a lot of fun, and I’m glad to have been there for my friend on her special day, but truth be told, it was also rather overwhelming, mainly because I’m not party people. I like going out to dinner, or staying in and reading a new book with tea, or taking a walk at the park in the early morning before it gets too scorching hot. I don’t love being at a place where I have to shout over the music to make small talk because any sort of actual conversation is out of the question when Daddy Yankee is rapping in the background. Unlike most people, this is not just a being old thing. I was like this even when I was a junior in high school (ask Matt and Brenda, who would gladly vouch for the fact that my acts of teenage rebellion usually had to do with staying up until two a.m. to finish a Wilkie Collins novel).
Also, when in Mexico, I have the added second language barrier. It’s hard enough to yell and understand each other over loud music in your native tongue. It’s much harder to accomplish when you’ve got the second language factor working against you. Now, my Spanish is fine, I would say on a scale of 1 to 10, with 10 being fluent and 1 being that I can confidently order at Taco Bell, I am probably a 7. But when there’s a lot of noise or distractions (also talking on the phone is harder because there’s no body language to read), it tends to get significantly harder to focus and I end up taking my cue from the other person. Example: if other person screams something indecipherable at me and then nods knowingly I, having understood nothing, nod back. Or, if the other person screams something indecipherable and then laughs as if making a joke or witty observation I, having again understood nothing, will laugh too. Needless to say, it’s a little tiring to keep up a fake conversation all night long.
Still, Karla is a friend from the small group we go to. This is the group that got me to go to my first ever Super Bowl party, so they are good at getting me out of my comfort zone, mainly because we would do anything and go anywhere to hang out with this group of people. So, totally worth it.
Also, though, any day is a special day when I get to spend it with this handsome dog.
In stay-cation tradition, we decided to visit the ruins of Guachimontones over our New Year’s break. It is the kind of place that most tourists to Guadalajara have been to, but that natives just don’t get around to unless you are entertaining out-of-towners. The Guachimontones were a complex tribe of people that used all sorts of advanced (for their time) tools like Windows 95 and Blackberries. That was before they all died off due to sun exposure. As you can tell, there is no shade at this UNESCO World Heritage site. Shouldn’t the UN be giving priority to archaeological sites where you can safely visit without having to worry about joining the ancient people in their fate?
Truth be told, I was a little underwhelmed by the ruins. I don’t mean to sound snooty or anything but they didn’t really compare with the pyramids outside Mexico City or Cancun. Or, for that matter of pictures I’ve seen of Stonehenge, Machu Pichu or Cairo. Thinking about it, I realized that it’s because all of the above mentioned sites are so impressive considering the tools and the technology available to them that it seems almost natural for conspiracy theorists to claim that they had help from the aliens to build them. Guachimontones on the other hand seems like the kind of perfectly feasible task that a bunch of people lacking the kinds of distractions provided by the internet and surrounded by rocks might achieve. This is mainly just impressive because it’s old and because it really reinforces how important it is to be always hydrated and wear sunscreen when leaving the house.
Also this past week, I had a girl’s night out with some of the ladies from my small group. It reminded me that, yes, men are great. But they are from Pluto, that huge rock that got it’s planetary status taken away, whereas women are from Earth, so sometimes we can’t fully understand one another. Seeing as how I primarily work with men, there are times when I really miss being around girls. We went out to an Italian restaurant to celebrate Marichuy’s birthday (the one on my right) and we had a great time staying out way past our bedtime.
We took a weekend trip to Vallarta for his birthday! Because decade birthdays only roll around once in a decade and you should do something extraordinary to take your mind off the whole getting older business. It’s about a four hour drive to Vallarta from Guadalajara so I stocked up on the really good snacks because if there’s one thing I excel at, it’s picking out road trip snacks. And we all know that snacks are the building blocks of a truly memorable trip.
I love starting new traditions so, like last year, on Monday before heading back home, we went out for a waffle breakfast overlooking the marina. When we got home we watched the movie Elf, after which he turned to me and asked, “do you think maybe you’re part Elf?” I WISH! That would at least give a scientifical reason for my Christmas enthusiasm.
And the festivities marched on and on, I made Mongolian beef for dinner (if you ask me, it would have been better with just half of the ginger that the recipe called for, oh well, next time…). He said it was better than the Mongolian beef at Yakitory (currently our favorite Chinese/Japanese restaurant). Clearly he is blinded by his love for me.