Hello, blogosphere! I’m back. I’ve been busy with a baby and living off Spam, escaping the apocalypse in my bunker. Whew. And now it’s Christmas!
For one week a year I tolerate the snow and Nordic/Germanic traditions that encapsulate my Minnesotan heritage. It’s the week between Christmas and New Year’s because Christmas is just more fun when surrounded by powdery snow and sugary, gooey desserts. This year, we have some crispy, brown snow, but a plethora of pie…so I’m breaking out the maternity pants.
Having spent 1.5 Christmases in Chile, I have to say it’s nice to see conservatively dressed elves, even though I’m sure after centuries of marriage Santa prefers the sexy elves in fur-trimmed bikinis of South America.
This year, we have Squeaker. She’s not old enough to realize what is going on yet, but she still has some presents under the tree that are larger than her.
Things have been going so fast. She’s already almost six weeks old. I’m feeling almost back to normal with only the occasional twinge to remind me, “YOU HAD ABDOMINAL SURGERY! DON’T RUN, YOU IDIOT!” Oh, and the extra hour or so of sleep a night isn’t bad, either (we’re still hoping for a solid seven hours!).
We finally applied for her U.S. passport. We drove into downtown Minneapolis to the passport agency where everyone treated us kindly – as opposed to the last time - joking that this “must be her first passport, right?”
After Christmas, we have our first family trip to the Chilean Consulate in Chicago to register her birth and begin the process of making her a dual citizen. If it’s possible to be jealous of a baby, then I am. All she had to do was be born, which is, like, so easy…Where’s my dual citizenship for carrying the little fetal globetrotter?
I also changed my ticket, so I’ll be heading back to the Southern Hemisphere the second week of January. Chicago will be a good litmus test for our 18-hour journey. Cross your fingers that we can keep diaper blowouts and crying jags to a minimum and that our fellow travelers don’t mutiny and strap us to the wing.
Anymore last minute travel advice? Anyone? Please?
In any case, Merry Christmas!