Thursday, January 8, 2009

Business as Usual

We spent the Epiphany traveling across the Altantic and safely arrived back to Spain in order to get this new year started with a return to our daily rhythms and patterns here. There is one big change, however, and that is my return to work at the medical school and Mateo's debut at morning daycare. While it is something that we have been dreading, M seems to enjoy going to daycare just about as much as he does everything else in life, which is to say: a lot. It is nice to come home to different reports of his activities and character, as communicated by the daycare workers at La Cometa ("The Kite"), ranging from "Mateo is a saint," to "He sure does like our noise-makers," to "I have never seen a baby so rigid and upright on his feet at this age," to "He must sleep much more for you at home than he does for us here...". He's a lively one, that is for sure.

Breaking in his new Spanish "stimulation chair," which--despite his daily attempts at jumping--simply will not bounce like his Virginian Jumperoo (nor was it made to).



Trying to get all of the activities covered simultaneously. A born multi-tasker.


Mateo becomes more and more of an active participant in the family, a phenomenon highlighted at meal times when he will do just about anything to get up to the table and make his voice heard.













3 comments:

AWOL Mommy said...

I love his coif. Also, the notion of him trying to make a stimulation chair bounce is simultaneously endearing and hysterical.

Anna B said...

Owlex! Of course your child is continuously contented, just like his lovely mommy. I love him so!

Unknown said...

Every time that you post a new picture of Mateo(or any of the three of you for that matter), I find a new screen saver. This time it has got to be the close-up of you and Mateo, Alex...at "table time."
Elizabeth and Robert, you too could be "screen savers", you know. Dad is constantly at me to create a blog for the two of us and I have to keep holding him back saying that it really is for the kids. You know Dad....
Love, mom