Because I am a mommy

I finally was able to get a hair cut. Not a huge deal to most... but such a relief for me. I had not had a chance to get the mop trimmed in MONTHS. I think Omi was about 2 months old last time I got it cut. Too nuts how much things and priorities shift. So big Omi stayed home with the little one and mission accomplished! I would love to share the mommy cut, but I have HUGE bags under my eyes. It appears that due to the fact that my late evenings are being occupied by cake stuff or the planning of little Omar's First Birthday extravaganza. Crazy huh? Planning for a June birthday in January. I will be posting some pictures of what I have made for it soon. Ok, no mas writing... Good night homies.

Beware of the Troll!

Ok ok ok... absolutely random! Remember I few posts back when I mentioned the whole frizz problem and how easy it should be to control??? No, your eyes do not deceive you this in fact is a troll!!! Or at least we thought she was. I mean she was smaller (yes imagine it) SMALLER than me! We encountered this beaut at Sandbar one evening... and as magically as she prances into our lives she left without even saying good bye. Perhaps she had to charge someone the toll for a passing the bridge. Lol- enjoy

Spooky eh?

So I really do not have too much to post. But just a random thought that for some of you is not all that random. I much like some of you (I hope I am not alone on this one) have a google alert set up for Omar's name. Just to keep tabs whenever someone is mentioning him. Hoping to only hear nice things (I said HOPING). And check out this site, just a random person whose hobby is apparently stalking--- I mean following baseball players around and keeping pictures of them. And may I add they are not even flattering photos for the most part. Now in baseball it is somewhat normal and not at all a surprise to most of you. However, imagine being a lawyer, physician, or teacher and having someone take random pictures of you... how odd would that be???

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Se anuncia mas que la Coca Cola y se vende menos que la Materva

Although most of you speak Spanish not sure if the saying gets lost in translation. Well, you all should know what Coca Cola is, and Materva is a Cuban soda that is now produced in the US. A cheaper not as sweet version of Coke that was not the most popular in the mother land (but ironically is in Miami go figure). By the title I am referring to myself and my lack of blogging and how awful I am at it. I say I am going to blog, but I never get around to it. Get it? Hoping my explanation was a good one and no one is completely lost.

So I do not think it has been that long since I last wrote, but I know it has been quite some time. I really cannot say that much has changed. Omar finally started his First Responder course and I am ecstatic to say that he is loving it and really into it. I was a bit concerned that he would not like the class and have a change of mind for the whole firefighter thing. But he appears to be so determined, I am extremely proud of him. He actually has his first exam today and came home bragging about how he got 25/25... blah blah blah. I am working on his virtual college English course and I am happy to say he has an A in that class so far. So the school front is looking awesome!

Little man is growing by the minute and quite possibly by the second. I am amazed at how he learns so many new things on a daily basis. He keeps me on my toes all day. His naps are getting shorter, but his day is much more eventful. When he wakes up usually around 10-ish (on a day he lets mommy sleep) he does his usual beckoning of "MAh-MAh" until I show up. Than we do breakfast, play time... I try to get in some time to fix Omar's lunch (but that does not always happen). It is so funny and cute how he knows the schedule, if by chance he takes a power nap around 11; he bright eyed when Omar comes home for lunch. I guess that's his "Pah-Pah" time. He is pulling himself up in his crib, playpen, dining room table, you name it! He is like a little monkey that gremlin. I tell you, there are days (such as today) that he is a handful with his non-nap-taking self! Just today while holding himself up he tried to take a step and instead took a tumble. Such a big boy, no tears.

Hmmm.. oh some not so pleasant news, in all the hustle and bustle of birthday parties, dinner parties, and game night I some how managed to get Gastritis. Which if no one ever told you, let me be the first to express that it is one of the most wretched feelings there is. I am a wuss when it comes to pain, although since having Little O my pain tolerance has gone up immensely. So it started as heart burn, no big deal... spent an entire 39 weeks with heart burn. But it started getting worse and worse... I am talking about waking me up in my sleep bad. (so you get an idea I am the hardest person on the planet to wake up) You feel like you have to vomit, but you don't fetal position is your best friend when the pain comes. I am telling you people WRETCHED!!! Extremely uncomfortable pain that hits the pit of your stomach and back at the same time. I swear I thought I was dieing. So I made Omar take me to the Urgent Care Center last night (ED is overrated). Long story short, after puking, a shot, an x-ray, and some meds later the diagnosis is Gastritis. So today along with being a bad day for naps, was not a good tummy day for me. Talk about relief when Omar got home from school.

Luckily, my painful day was accompanied by our fabulous new cable. How absolutely vain did that sound? So on Tuesday we had the At&t cable guy come over and poor had to re-wire the entire house in order to set up the new U-verse (whatever thingy). Its great, On-Demand, DVR, oodles of channels. I am in heaven, we have about 10 cartoon channels. Oh my goodness, I heart cartoons. Plus now I never miss ghost hunters!!! Which that alone is worth it.

I feel like I have more to say, but still am not feeling 100%. If I had a 9-5 job I definitely would not be attending tomorrow. Wish me and my "tripas" (guts) luck and a speedy recovery.

Its been 1095 days!

(**This post was a little delayed... but meant to be posted on Jan 7**)

For those of you not good at math (like myself) 1095 days = 3 years!!! Which now that I analyze it, it should be 1096 because last year was a leap year. But I digress... Its been 3 years since Omi and I got hitched! Isn't that absolutely absurd? Time seems to be just flying by.

Last year seemed like such a milestone because we were pregnant and just overwhelmed with the blessing. Anyone who knows us knows how much we wanted a baby. Oh my goodness, how much did I pray for a little one... its indescribable. I remember such details of my pregnancy... the first time I felt Omar kick, January 23. Isn't that nuts??? Omar and I both agree, the happiest day of our marriage was when we found out I was pregnant. Just knowing that it was possible and how long we had wanted to conceive, all our future children will be blessings but just knowing that first time--- that memory can never be replaced.

So I am sure everyone is tired of hearing the Falcon story... LOL!!! But let me get nostalgic for a moment or two. I am a firm believer that everyone who you encounter in your life is placed there for a reason. It affects your future decisions, encounters, etc. So why on earth would Middle School be any different??? Yes, it was there that our silly little story began. Who would think that I would have married my 6th grade boyfriend?? Not to mention that for a while there I had broken my mother's heart and told her I was boycotting marriage all together. I was perfectly happy with living with someone and not getting married, what difference would it make etc, etc ,etc. And than it happened!!! Mr. Falcon managed to wiggle his way into my life after never seeing each other since 8th grade. Imagine, 10 years later pretty much... some pompous know it all is trying to talk to me at Gatsbys. HA HA HA !!! Not the easiest of tasks, but it happened. I really did know that I would marry him, I just knew. It didn't take long to commit for either of us. Mid January we started dating, and by dating I mean he slept over the condo and never left until come March when spring training rolled around. Come April we were engaged, long courtship eh? Again, when you know you just know.

Long story short--- come Jan of the following year we were married.

There have been good times, fabulous times and not so glamorous... but they have all been our memories. We've moved from state to state with each other, supported each other's decisions, gone on spur of the moment vacations, had dozens of silly borderline- retarded moments, finished school (Yvette) and started school (Omar), survived hurricanes and college algebra... and our greatest achievement the birth of our son. In just three short years we have climbed so many obstacles and have been successful. I could not imagine anyone else by my side that I could accomplish it all with. Omar you always tell me how I give you the strength that you lack, but the truth is you make me that stronger person. I look forward to many more years of bliss...

When tackiness strikes

I'm assuming that anyone and everyone reading this entry is likely to think I am quite the materialistic one--- but not so. Ok, so I know everyone has a "style" that they call their own. Or not everyone is privileged to have the means to purchase designer brand clothing--- and that is not what this small entry is about.

First--- sorry H-town, spandex is not for everyone. And truthfully it is quite outdated as well. Ladies, I am the first who is not a fan of ironing/ straightening out the hair everyday. I down right hate combing my hair--- lol. However, if you decide to go out in public, PLEASE either pull it back in a ponytail, bun, something! No need to go out and about looking like a dirty q-tip with your hair looking a hot mess. On Saturday while out at Sandbar we encountered a girl/ woman with troll-like features prancing about. The hair was awful, yet nothing a bit of frizz-ease couldn't have taken care of.

Now both ladies and gentleman, lets discuss attire. Not everyone can pull off "skinny" jeans, I for one am boycotting them. More so because I am not skinny and feel that I do not merit the right to wear skinny jeans. Chunky girls unite and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE move away from the skinny jeans. Now boys, jean jackets are out--- I repeat... jean jackets are out!!! Please bury them in the back of your closets if you insist on keeping them and bring them out when they peak again.

Being trendy does not mean spending 100s or 1000s of dollar on clothing. There are quite a bit of discount retailers out there who have descent things. Target has definitely stepped it up for the frugal shoppers out there. I am guilty of purchasing leggings there as opposed to macys and saving a buck or two. Ross, Marshalls, etc... all there to help. So why oh why do some people insist of just buying things that do not appeal to anyone's body much less their own? Skinny girls, not everything believe it or is flattering... clothes that is too loose make you look like tooth pick with an olive on it. Too tight, I don't believe looks too good on anyone thin or heavy. Also, I almost forgot... for those of us who have put on a couple of extra pounds (I say us because I include myself BIG time) do not be scared to purchase some SPANX. Great investment and will run you about $40 at Nordstrom. Helps immensely with the muffin top issue.

Hmmm... now I know there was more that I felt I needed to speak my mind about, but since I did not write it down they have slipped my mind. However be prepared to read another random rant similar to this one in the near future. Also, I hope this did not hurt anyone's feelings or come across as too mean.

Sorry for the lies

Before I begin my rant, I would like to say that if I had wanted the pups to stay still for that picture it would have never happened. The actually just posed themselves, it was suppose to be a picture of just big and little Omar. Turned out to be the cutest picture (minus me of course). I may just photoshop myself into the picture to complete the portrait!

So while we were away I thought I could resist and not be online. Who was I kidding. Sad really, when bored and nothing else to do- our faithful Internet is there to save the day- lol. It has been great though, beyond relaxing and quite therapeutic.

It has not been too cold, but a fabulous change of weather. Today is probably the ugliest day, rainy and super foggy. Yesterday we decided we go snow tubing up in Maggie Valley only to make the hour and a half drive and find out they were sold out until 8 pm. No fun what-so-ever. So little man will not see snow this vacation.. which is not like he will remember so I'm not terribly upset. Although how awesome would the photo-op have been ;o)

We have been out of town for less than a week and little man has done so much! When the abuelos, tio, and tia see him they may not recognize him. He has grown a foot, a mustache, talking... ha ha ha I joke. Another tooth has sprouted up top, and it appears another is shortly to follow. Crawling is also another phenomena which has occurred. He is getting around so fast it is unbelievable. Pig ears have become one of his favorite treats... LMAO!!! I mean not that we give them to him ,they are Peanut and Coco's chew toys. But he seems to always manage to position himself close enough to get hold of one. Oh and I almost forgot, he is starting to pull himself up! He can barely sit himself up on his own but is trying to stand up. It is surreal how quickly he is growing up.

As I look on facebook and see all the different status quotes about how wretched 2008 was and don't understand it. Yes I know, economy down right stinks... we've lost money in stocks-- but were so blessed. Our perfect little person came into our lives in 2008 and I could not be more grateful for him. I do not remember what life was like before he was born... I know the for some people 08 may have stunk, but mine could not have been more celestial.

I will be posting more pictures from North Carolina and going into more detail about our days on the next post. The crappy part about coming up to the cabin is that no one picks up after you- lol. We'll be leaving tomorrow... so gotta start laundry and cleaning the house.

I hope everyone had a wonderful and safe new year. Many blessings for the upcoming year. Love, The Falcon Five