Even though it is probably completely irrelevant to any of you, I feel compelled to tell you that there has been a change in my intent for this blog. I created my first blog in 2003 when we moved to Mexico. It was crappy by today’s standards but at the time I thought my little tripod blog was pretty cool. I think I only wrote about four times the entire year and we mostly used it to house pictures. Those posts have since been copied over to this blog, by the way.

But you see, this particular restaurant has fantastic fries and a good burger so I quickly found myself “helping” Belén way more than I needed to…until her plate was nearly clear.

So I think I am of the conclusion it is actually a net caloric positive having an extra mouth to feed of which it is very easy to share food with.

I am humbled and thrilled for all of the well wishes! Thank you everyone! You all are the best!

I know the answer to my woes is exercise and eating in moderation…which I already do both of…in moderation. I seem unwilling to do what it takes to take it to the next level? I just don’t think I want it bad enough…which surprises me. I thought I would be militant about losing all baby weight and looking as close to my former self as possible.

My poor mom. This picture is sort of legendary around our family because it is my mom’s “disappointed look” caught on in one’s and zero’s. My dad hates the picture but my sister and I adore it. My mom thinks it’s funny…now.

The evidence is so overwhelming that I think it is time for me to come out of the closet with my protein obsession. It really only exists because I know without protein, I will eat thousands more calories a day due to constant hunger. I feel like protein makes food stick longer and prevents me from constantly snacking. I think the obsession started with the South Beach Diet years ago and then was revived when I was pregnant worrying that I was going to pass out from lack of protein in the mornings.

While this may not seem like a huge change from an outside perspective, my brain is still aching by the end of each day with all there is to learn. If my blogs sound a little brain dead for a couple of weeks or if I just start posting photos, bear with me. I will snap out of it in time. Learning curves are always so daunting…even if they are an enjoyable climb.

Not that not having Dora on the DVR would be the end of the world…it certainly would help my sanity on those days when I get “I’m the map. I’m the map. I’m the map. I’m the map. I’m the map. I’m the map. I’m the map. I’m the map. I’m THE MAP!” stuck in my head. Those Dora songs really are terrible. I would love to see the Barenaked Ladies rewrite the songs on Dora.

Until then, I will continue with the reality of fragmented conversations and divided attention and those few, very rare thoughtful and complete conversations.

Was I too horrible or do you agree this was a good opportunity to teach a very important concept involving safety? Was it okay to allow her to hurt herself in this contained environment for the sake of learning? Obviously I felt like it was a perfect situation (assuming she learned the lesson) but I understand others might not agree with that.