tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74448957782125690342024-03-14T02:29:16.224-04:00apple treeIsabel Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10638585487858055686noreply@blogger.comBlogger448125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444895778212569034.post-82809570771270754732018-03-05T21:33:00.000-05:002018-03-05T21:33:24.093-05:00The day Olívia was born<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The day Olívia was born was supposed to be a normal day: get up, go to work, come home. </div>
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That morning I was precisely 39 weeks pregnant. Pedro left Ana at daycare and I took a bit longer to get ready. I needed this baby to come out and so I turned on the <i>old wives'tales mode</i>. Some lady on a <a href="https://community.babycenter.com/post/a29385185/must_read_labor_inducing_exercise">motherhood blog </a>explained the fail proof thing to do was a belly rub followed by deep walking squats. She said: "if you do them in the morning, your baby will be born that afternoon". Say no more and 20min of this ritual I did! </div>
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The morning of the day Olívia was born I drove myself to work and trained the person who would substitute me during maternity leave. At around 11am I started feeling a tingly sensation in my belly, but didn't think much of it and carried on. Fifteen minutes later, that feeling came back. And then again another 10 minutes afterwards. But still, I carried on work. </div>
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The day Olívia was born my coworkers started timing the contractions and getting startled every time I would <i>ohh</i> and <i>ahh</i> at what I did not yet consider to be a contraction. I decided that 5min apart was a good enough time to call the obgyn clinic: "I think you should stop by to check your dilation, would 1pm work?" </div>
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In all fairness, everyone at The Iron Yard offered to drive me, but the day Olívia was born I decided I was fine to drive myself. At around 12:30 everyone wished me the best and I cheerfully left work to go birth Olívia with a Jimmy Johns sandwich at hand. By now I was certain these were contractions.<br />
<br class="Apple-interchange-newline" />The day Olívia was born I asked Pedro to call Elena so she would pick Ana up from school. I called my family from the car and swallowed the sandwich whole with the anxiety and realization that this was it, we were going to meet Olívia. As a famous grey haired wizard once said: "Things were now in motion that cannot be undone."</div>
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The day Olívia was born, the midwife at the clinic checked my dilation... then paused... then laughed and said "You are 6cm, you need to go to the hospital now!" How was I still walking around and having nearly painless contractions? By the time I left the clinic to drive myself to the hospital, the pain kicked in and it began to hurt. </div>
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But not too much, cause the day Olívia was born, I somehow parked the car in the wrong parking lot at the hospital and walked into the first door asking for help: "Excuse me. I'm in labor. where is the maternity ward?". I don't think the lady believed me when I said I was having contractions cause even though by now I was nervous and worried, I was still walking around. It took my about 5min to get to where I need. It was 2pm by now and Pedro was waiting for me at the reception desk of the maternity ward. </div>
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The day Olívia was born, I was asked at the desk if my name, address and race where still the same! Visibly in labor by now, breathing heavily and swaying from side to side, I had no plans in morphing into an african-american and walked myself into the delivery room. I alerted the nurses to my 6cm dilation and that I tend to birth fairly quickly. </div>
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The day Olívia was born we came prepared! I had Pedro and Sarah by my side, my sisters on messenger cheering me on and Elena taking care of Ana. The perfect support group. All I wanted was to be naked and focus on the breathing while holding tight to Pedro's hand.<br />
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Olívia was born after about 20min of active and intense labor, and with 2 huge pushes she was out. No tears, no stitching, just minor swelling. Born at 4:23pm, with 50.8cm and 3.230kg with a full set of hair. She was immediately placed on my chest and I cried of a overwhelming feeling of joy and relief that she was perfect and healthy. </div>
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After looking at the raw photos Sarah took, birthing a child is such a primitive, messy and uncontrollable experience. What an adrenaline having those natural birthing pains and full body contractions with no drugs to ease them away. It's so empowering! </div>
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The day Olívia was born Ana joined us to meet her sister and then we were four!<br />
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Isabel Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10638585487858055686noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444895778212569034.post-43932192282406850062015-07-13T12:44:00.002-04:002015-07-13T12:44:32.804-04:00a stopmotion wedding surprise<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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My sister (aka Padeira) got married to Augusto (aka Carteiro)! </div>
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We wanted to give them a nice surprise for their wedding, so the creative bridesmaids teamed up with Pedro, our stopmotion tech specialist and made an amazing homemade and handcrafted production. </div>
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Inspired by our favorite cardboard designers at <a href="http://oupasdesign.com/">Oupas</a>, we scripted the storyboard, cut out the action figures and scenarios, edited with music and voices and taaa daaa, we bring you: <b>O Carteiro e a Padeira</b> for your viewing pleasure!</div>
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Isabel Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10638585487858055686noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444895778212569034.post-88770886428322345752015-07-08T19:13:00.000-04:002015-08-29T15:48:26.196-04:0010/52<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Ana has been smiling back for a few weeks now and it's very rewarding. Happy baby!</div>
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She enjoys being among people and getting all the attention. I'm glad that during these 5 weeks in Portugal she was able to interact with family and friends to the point were I was just a wet nurse: my mom would come garb her in the morning right after I nursed her and take her out into the gardens for fresh air; Pedro's aunt would stand by me while I nursed and immediately grab her to burp and play. I'm just glad Ana still recognized me as her mother after all this!</div>
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Isabel Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10638585487858055686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444895778212569034.post-81174179342533616072015-07-01T17:35:00.000-04:002015-08-28T18:33:29.771-04:009/52<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The obvious portrait: Ana and her great-grandma Julieta. She's 92 ans still going strong, a true matriarch. It's very important for us that Ana understands that she was born into a loving extended family and we do our best so that everyone can keep up with her. </div>
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Ad moment: </div>
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<i>Skype: connecting families overseas! </i></div>
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Isabel Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10638585487858055686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444895778212569034.post-60916991950453635612015-06-24T17:31:00.000-04:002015-08-28T17:31:44.750-04:008/52<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The fun thing about having babies at 30 means you are not alone, most of your friends are doing it too! This is Clara, she's 2 weeks older than Ana and it hurts me that they won't be playing together while her mom and I chit-chat about randomness while sipping on a glass of wine.<br />
We all got together back in June and compared cuteness. See you all in September!</div>
Isabel Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10638585487858055686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444895778212569034.post-86215736329627506312015-06-17T00:05:00.000-04:002015-07-31T00:24:20.514-04:007/52<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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At 2 1/2 months Ana was becoming super curious about her surroundings and we were all arguing over who she looks like. At birth babies don't look like anything, their are just newborns. But it's impressive to notice the evolving features slowly taking shape. Ana has the same face as Pedro when he was this age. She's all daddy. Pedro relishes the moment. </div>
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Isabel Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10638585487858055686noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444895778212569034.post-60211143178040790882015-06-09T23:24:00.000-04:002015-07-31T00:01:24.987-04:006/52<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Yes I know, I've been neglecting my blog. It's the<a href="http://atlanta.startuppirates.org/"> Pirates</a> fault! These past few weeks all I want is for Ana to take long naps so I can just get some work done. I sometimes feel bad that I'm not giving her 100% of my attention, but to have happy babies, first you have to have happy mommies. The play time I do spend with her is 100% just for her! Quality over quantity. </div>
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This was actually one of my favorite sleeping positions with Ana at 2 months, she doesn't do this anymore... time does go by so fast. </div>
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Isabel Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10638585487858055686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444895778212569034.post-27317953495620025842015-06-05T12:28:00.000-04:002015-06-09T12:28:54.342-04:005/52<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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When you have such a peaceful child all you want to do is give thanks!<br />
Ana has been sleeping almost through the night, has no issues nursing, poos and pees on the clock, smiles every time someone plays with her and is developing her own baby personality! </div>
Isabel Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10638585487858055686noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444895778212569034.post-91833400858487563952015-05-29T11:06:00.002-04:002015-05-29T11:06:54.054-04:004/52<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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In warm weather all baths should be outside, in old plastic tubs and in the arms of grandma and great grandma. </div>
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Babies cry. That's what they do.<br />
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A friend told me about <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ValdMXD5wQI">Priscilla Dunstan</a> who paid attention to her own child's cries and discovered that he would make the same sounds for certain situations. She summed it up to 5 different sounds babies make to communicate their needs: </div>
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<span style="text-align: left;">My view of Ana in the sling. I've been taking here everywhere I go and this is her favorite (and mine) means of transport. Bulky strollers are hard to push around and in the sling she can see the world and then fall asleep. </span></div>
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A <a href="http://www.practisingsimplicity.com/2012/12/the-52-project.html">weekly portrait </a>of our daughter Ana seems like a great project to follow.<br />
I've been meaning to start editing some photos and create an album of her first year so I think this will help me keep track of her growth, her smiles, her milestones, her memories!<br />
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For a first portrait I want to include Pedro. We are parents now and as parents we are a team. He has been the best I could possibly ask for. Thank you my love!</div>
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The day Ana was born was supposed to be a very long day. </div>
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On the morning of the day Ana was born, we got up early to go renew our drivers license: our visa had just been approved for another 2 years and this was the last day before our licenses expired.<br />
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The day Ana was born we were going to spend the day cleaning out our new place of all the dust, dirt and paint to get it ready for the move in that was going to happen the next day. These were the final days of our lease on our old place, so we had to move fast.<br />
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The day Ana was born I spent the most part of the afternoon on all fours scrubbing the dirt and paint stains from the floor of our bedroom, thinking if nothing else is clean, at least our bedroom would be ready for Ana. I had been feeling pressure on my cervix and so down on all fours was the best position to be in, apparently, this helps labor babies! </div>
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The day Ana was born my water broke at around 7pm while I was taking a break from scrubbing the floors. Pedro was beside me and we both smiled with anticipation and panic: she was coming on the worst possible day! She was coming 2 weeks early, at 37 weeks. </div>
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The day Ana was born, we calmly took a deep breath and called all our family and close friends. We headed home for a shower and a meal, got everything ready for the hospital and prepared ourselves for a long night ahead.</div>
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The doctor was called: "Don't worry, this takes long. You can either come to the hospital and wait it out and we might have to induce it, but the best would be to stay home and come in in the morning."</div>
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The day Ana was born, I started feeling very mild cramps about an hour after my water broke which quickly became less mild and very close apart: 3 minutes! Early labor contractions are usually 20-30 min. apart, so we got worried. </div>
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At around 8:30pm contractions became more intense and water was gushing from inside me. All I wanted to do was sit at the toilet. At around 9pm contractions became unbearable, lots of pain and 2min apart. I remember thinking: if these are early labor contractions, I don't want to know what active labor feels like. </div>
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The doctor was called again: "okay, if you feel pain, then come in". She probably thought: "yeah, yeah, another paranoid first time mom..."</div>
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The contractions got so bad we headed immediately to the hospital at around 9:30-10pm. Those was not normal early labor contractions: super intense, every 2 min and water kept on coming out. </div>
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The day Ana was born the receptionist at the hospital said: "please fill these papers out". I grabbed Pedro, with a puddle of water around my feet and yelled "I feel like pushing!" This was when she realized I couldn't wait for paper work and called a nurse who forced me onto a wheelchair and into the delivery room. Our documents were left on the counter, our car in the temporary parking spot. </div>
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The day Ana was born, I was 8cm dilated by 10pm! This girl was coming out fast not waiting for the doctor who was still 25min away and a back up doctor was being called. Nurses were all around me with needles and monitors. I asked for an epidural, they laughed: "you are too far in labor for that". I was grateful. I always wanted Ana to be born with a natural, drug free labor and that's what I was getting!</div>
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So suck it up Isabel, you are doing this! </div>
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The day Ana was born there was no time for the playlist on my phone, no time for the nice hospital gown I bought, no time for photos. </div>
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The day Ana was born I had Pedro smiling and encouraging me on one side of the bed and a Scottish nurse on the other helping me breath through every contractions: breathing is what made the pain bearable. Pushing felt so relieving. Her head was out and then her body and then she's placed on my chest: we finally saw her and she's beautiful with a full set of hair. </div>
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Isabel Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10638585487858055686noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444895778212569034.post-47878028590270892132015-03-26T17:20:00.000-04:002015-03-26T17:20:04.196-04:003 years<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Three years today I married my best friend. What a great day to remember and think about what we've accomplished in 3 amazing years together. We are good together and you make me a better person. At the end of the day, I think that's what marriage is all about. </div>
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Isabel Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10638585487858055686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444895778212569034.post-60402761018411778892015-03-23T00:54:00.000-04:002015-03-23T00:54:34.744-04:00This old house - part 2 <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The bathroom ceiling had a water infiltration from the skylight that we've been postponing to patch because of its size. It required drywall replacement and an extra load of Youtube videos! Pedro finally got around to it. Now all we need is to sand the spackle and get fine white dust all over the place. Hopefully it won't need any more spackle and we could paint the bathroom this week. </div>
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Here it is, part two of lots of work. </div>
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This month of March we are up to our elbows in work and crossing our fingers that our daughter isn't born before her due date. We just got our own place, a 2 bedroom apartment with high ceiling in the living room and full of natural light. The challenging part is that it needs a face lift, a major face lift! So we rolled up our selves, spent our afternoons strolling through the aisles at Home Depot and watched a ton of YouTube videos on "How to <i>everything</i>!" The first thing we needed to do was prep the walls for new paint. Not an easy task considering all the holes and imperfections the walls, ceilings, baseboards and trims had: large holes from old electrical sockets, tons of small holes from hanging frames, dozens of nail pops, cracks and paint drips from a previous paint job gone wrong. I can now say we are experts on drywall rehab!</div>
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Pedro is putting together time-lapses of our progress, here's the first video, enjoy! </div>
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These past few days so many opinions have been written and shared around International Women's Day, centered on empowerment, rights, gender equality, super women, super moms. In our society, you are a part of this list if you are able to work, have babies, manage a household, keep up with family and friends, stand for something meaningful. <span style="text-align: left;">I don't consider myself on this list: pregnant and jobless. I keep busy with a list of things that need to get done, but I'm still a <i>house wife</i> with all the its ups and downs. It's not easy to acknowledge this mostly because of all the negative connotations it involves. Super women are those who can do it all and I surely don't! But as I say this out of a privileged situation: I have</span><span style="text-align: left;"> </span><span style="text-align: left;">a wonderful life partner, </span><span style="text-align: left;">a home and we are starting a family. Life is good. </span><br />
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Isabel Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10638585487858055686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444895778212569034.post-38993220303329474522015-02-19T15:52:00.000-05:002015-02-20T16:23:36.769-05:00my pregnancy rant<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I don't usually complain much about my pregnancy, I've been having a excellent 32 weeks. But today... today I just want to moan all day long. So here it goes:<br />
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Isabel Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10638585487858055686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444895778212569034.post-1658518226656824932015-02-18T11:26:00.002-05:002015-02-18T11:52:49.628-05:00DIY: how to fix a broken USB pen drive<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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All the work I've been doing in Portugal for the book editorial was all very nicely stored in a pen drive. And only a pen drive. I've been meaning to back it up for a while, but kept on postponing it. I had the pen hanging from my computer until this weekend when the USB connector broke off from the card shaped holder were the data is stored! So basically I had all my work stored in a chip that wasn't accessible! This is where I panicked, serious panicking! I had gone to Portugal for 3 weeks in January to finish off my work and now I couldn't retrieve it!</div>
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Naturally I called Pedro. With little expectation of fixing it ourselves, I called IT repair companies for quotes: between 100$ and 550$ to fix the pen and retrieve the data! </div>
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Since we do believe in doing it ourselves, Pedro got home from work and dismantled the whole thing. What need to be done was rewire the pen to a new USB connector. To do so he need to cut up a USB cord exposing the wires, figure out the order of the wire color scheme (black, green, white, red) so not to burn the chip, somehow establish a solid connection and then hook it to the PC and pray it worked! </div>
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Instead of soldering the wires to the chip, as all the tutorials he had watched required, he connected the wires with tape! After long periods of holding my breath, we hooked it up to my laptop and then we heard the beautiful sound of an device activating! This is when I copy/paste all the files to my desktop and sighed in relief. Lesson learned: always backup files!</div>
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Before being pregnant I thought that the single thing I would be concerned about would be labor and all the horror stories that come with it. Surprisingly, I'm very relaxed about it and welcome it as a natural process. After all, women have been doing it for millions of years! I'm not special. </div>
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What has truly worried me is the responsibility of educating another human being. This is what keeps my up at night (this and pregnancy insomnia!). I look upon my own upbringing and how it largely shaped the person I am today. </div>
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We bought some books to read up on child development and education, just to get an idea of what to except. One such book is "When to say no to a child" by Robert Langis. When I was in Portugal, my mother saw me reading it and immediately called my dad and both started teasing me about it! You see, my parents both have the basic portuguese education and both were raised in a time of real hardship. And when it came to raising my sisters and I, they didn't buy books on child education or watch videos on how to change diapers, they followed their instincts and knew what they would do different. </div>
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My mother said to me: "You don't need to read a book on how to say no, just remember how we raised you: we said NO to you all the time!"</div>
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Cause a new year is coming and with it a whole new list of things to do!<br />
Bring on the <i>mockaritas</i>! </div>
Isabel Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10638585487858055686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444895778212569034.post-82618647126271535912014-12-29T23:17:00.001-05:002014-12-29T23:33:04.624-05:00Christmas in ATL<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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This year, my sister Helena, her fiance Gusto and our cousin Jessica came over over Toronto to spend Christmas with us. It's great to have a full house and fancy breakfasts every morning, game nights and a to-do list of things that was almost fully accomplished.</div>
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For Christmas Eve dinner we had friends over which we were very thankful for. Obviously, we prepared our typical Portuguese Christmas dinner with our family's secret sauce that makes the tedious boiled potatoes and cod a most delicious treat! This is when we most feel like emigrants cultivating the nostalgia for the motherland or, as we Portuguese put it, "saudades". </div>
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Pedro had some fun filming this time lapse video of the preparations for dinner, enjoy! </div>
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We really hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas!! </div>
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Isabel Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10638585487858055686noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444895778212569034.post-62464934203301008442014-12-29T02:01:00.000-05:002014-12-29T02:01:51.089-05:0024 weeks<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I'll be honest, the idea of being pregnant has always frightened me mostly because my mother had 3 very complicated pregnancies and I thought that it would be hereditary. Apparently not! In the first couple of months there where moments were I would even forgot about it all together. I would only feel pregnant when it kicked in psychically: a few days with morning sickness, feeling extremely sleepy, constipation, acid reflux, most of which I didn't even know were symptoms associated with the first trimester. I always thought it would get worst but it didn't. At 24 weeks I can say I feel great, except for the part when I have to bend down to tie my shoe laces, that's becoming a hassle. </div>
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Isabel Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10638585487858055686noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444895778212569034.post-22057065989140875062014-12-17T15:19:00.000-05:002014-12-17T15:19:48.305-05:00there's going to be a baby<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A while back, we were walking through a park in Atlanta and found this book on a bench and <a href="http://instagram.com/p/Vzj_weqgQV/">instagramed</a> it. At the time we "cried wolf" and it was fun. But now, my friends, it's the real thing! I'm 5 months pregnant and there really is going to be a baby!<br />
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Oh, and it's a girl!</div>
Isabel Marqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10638585487858055686noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444895778212569034.post-87246548263645112252014-08-11T12:30:00.001-04:002014-11-24T16:02:10.690-05:00Pedro in PT #1<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Pedro spent the month of July here in Portugal. It was a short stay but wonderful in so many ways! </div>
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