Sunday 31 January 2010

First days

I can't quite believe that this time last week we were at church in Forest Hill, and now we're sitting eating mangos at the rickety old kitchen table in our apartment.

So far some things have been going very well. Daisy has recovered well from the triple whammy of a twelve hour flight, jetlag, and a recent MMR jab. She's sleeping through, enjoying "children's beebies" which is what she is calling the Discovery Kids cable channel. She doesn't seem to care that some of her old favourites like Lazytown are now in Spanish instead of English. In fact, the Spanish does not phase her too much - she always answers in English but I realise how much she goes by inflections and body language rather than actual words since she has a good grasp of what is going on.




















We've enjoyed trips to the zocalo (like a town square) where we bought Daisy a balloon turtle for a pound (not as good as the baby Jesus, obviously, but she seems to like it). She is thoroughly grimy most of the time (as is Clover), and I am slightly ashamed to see that she is dirtier than the kids who beg and sell things around the craft market, who are all beautifully dressed. It can only be a matter of time before someone gives her money. I am trying to stop her eating snacks off the floor, but it feels like a losing battle.
















People even remembered us in the market, although some clearly have very little sense of time passing because they thought Clover was Daisy. We bought beautiful fruit and veg and mostly managed to stop Daisy tumbling the fruit on the floor. Daisy is enjoying being able to have strawberries, mango, melon etc every day, and Clover is chomping through avocado and banana. Daisy also likes tortillas, which is a relief!















Daisy is not scared of the skeletons, which are everywhere, and is currently obsessed with a large papier mache La Catrina skeleton which stands outside one of the shops. We have to cuddle and kiss her every time we go past.




















What Clover has not been doing, however, is sleeping. We've had several rotten nights with her. Unfortunately she clearly finds jetlag harder than her sister, and is not happy going down in her cot. Last night was much better so we are hoping for improvements now. Daisy sleeps through it, in the same room, which is amazing. She copes well with the myriad night noises (dogs, loud Spanish, and the ubiquitous fireworks). Clover turns six months today, but is still disinterested in rolling over. She sits up well, eats prodigiously and giggles and shouts so I'm not too worried.




















Last night our friends Enrique and Mariet came round with their kids... It was lovely to see them, although our girls were in bed so they haven't met Clover yet. We're trying our best to get the girls settled so not too many exciting trips and late nights yet! I mostly coped with the Spanish, although trying to explain homebirths and maternity leave proved too much, especially since Enrique used the word Incapacidad about my leave. I may be tired, but I'm not incapacitated!

What has been really interesting is that Daisy seems to remember that she has been here before. Yesterday she asked where her chair with the straps was, that she had on the chair here before (like a booster seat) and she has also asked for Grandmere, who stayed here with us last time we were here. Obviously it is just familiar images rather than total recall, but I am sure it has helped her to settle quickly. She's supposed to start nursery tomorrow so I hope the settling goes well there too.

Friday 29 January 2010

Mexican toddler tantrums



Believe me, travelling with toddlers is a whole new kettle of fish. Daisy expresses much of her frustration with life on the road in a series of fantastic tantrums about... well.. not very much really.

So far we've had:



1. I want to go to Mexico.

Ten minutes of screaming in the middle of the girl guide gardens in Our Cabana, because she refused to believe that we were already in Mexico. Her screams of "But I don't want to be here, I want to go to Mexico" aroused a mixture of pity and amusement from the lovely guide volunteers, and exasperation from me.

2. Daddy's not working, he's just talking

Daisy did not enjoy Paul's fundraising workshop, in fact, she just couldn't see the point. Despite being provided with a lot of craft stuff and paint during paul's talk, she really wanted to join in, and couldn't see why Daddy wasn't paying her any attention. Given that she has, when asked, revealed that she thinks that when Daddy goes to work he does digging, and when Mummy goes to work she does sleeping, I suppose I shouldn't be too surprised.

3. Why won't you buy me the baby Jesus?















This morning's fantastic effort on our first day in St Cristobal, over breakfast in a nice restaurant. Daisy spotted a sort of altar which contained a baby doll Jesus in a variety of fantastic clothes, surrounded by an array of small clay animals. Despite my promises that we could buy her some clay animals she was still very annoyed that she can't have a Baby Jesus of her very own. The staunch catholics here would be horrified.

I realise this is not putting a good spin on our time here so far. Mostly the girls have been amazingly good, but travelling is hard on them. The two days in Cuernavaca were lovely but a bit unsettled, and yesterday was a whole day of travelling (taxi, bus, plane, pick up from Enrique at Tuxtla airport). Then there is the fact that Mummy and Daddy keep speaking a funny language. Daisy is getting good at this already. She can say Gracias, Hola, Adios, and managed to complete a number sequence with cinco (five) when I was counting steps up to the coach with her yesterday.















We are now in the flat where we will stay for a while. It is the same place as we were in last time and Daisy seemed to recognise it and did really well last night. She didn't cope well with our evening trip to our friend's opposite for basic provisions. They own a shop, but obviously this wasn't just a quick trip for bread and milk, it involved a whole saga of tacos, sweet bread, coffee, tea and lots of cuddles for the very tired girls. Daisy just kept looking at me and saying " but I want to go to bed". She is much better now.

Clover, however, was not so keen on bed last night. Paul had an early (very early) morning trip around the streets of St Cristobal with her. I can't believe we're really back, but the bright sunshine and colours in the streets are invigorating. Today we must get to grips with the market and buy all we need to live here.

Wednesday 27 January 2010

Cuernavaca

I'm writing this at 7am, Mexican time, while Clover sits on the sofa trying to ingest a large plastic crocodile. Daisy and Pabs are still asleep.

We're in Cuernavaca, just outside Mexico City, at the Girl Guide World Centre Our Cabana. Paul's got some work to do here, including a fundraising workshop to run tomorrow (he's the Fundraising Manager of the Girl Guides World Bureau). I shouldn't imagine that it's a usual tourist stop, but it's rather wonderful. They've given us a fantastic apartment, which has a bath and a packet of Tetley Tea, which are two things we aren't going to see for a while, and Daisy is enjoying running around the site, which is safe apart from an unfenced swimming pool (very cold) and has lemon and orange trees which she is very excited about.















The flight here (just mistyped fight, which is rather appropriate) actually went ok considering. We nearly missed it, typically, while faffing around in Giraffe having a meal and buying slightly naff UK themed gifts (London eggcups anyone) in the Glorious Britain shop. Daisy decided she wanted a beer because she was a big girl, but couldn't be persuaded to ask the air hostesses for her 'big girl beer' once on the flight, because she was a little shy.













Twelve hours on a plane with two children is a long, long time. We're grateful to Auntie Bel for her presents for Daisy. The modelling clay passed a good half an hour (and thankfully was not confiscated at security), as did the mini painting set.By the time we left there were stickers all over the seatbelt, and plasticine all over the tv set. Sorry BA.














The hostesses were kind, and Daisy ate more snacks than you can possibly imagine, and some of her children's meal. Clover discovered her inner flirt and eschewed sleeping in favour of shouting loudly (she's also just discovered how to shout BAH BAH BAH) and then smiling and cooing at complete strangers. She slept for a total of two hours and Daisy for a total of four. Not enough, really.

Tiger Trunki came into his own at the airport, as we wheeled Daisy around to the amusement of other passengers. Daisy staged a good strategic tantrum at immigration when she wanted to enter the country by running past all the security without Mummy and Daddy - that got us rushed through, but it was still an hour before we got out and through to Hotel Aeropuerto, the local untrendy hotel.















Here we discovered the delights of four in a bed (that sounds a lot more exciting than it actually was). Clover, it emerges likes to sleep, in a starfish shape, and jetlag meant a 3am unscheduled story and playtime while we tried in vain to explain why it was still dark outside.

But actually, both girls did very well, and also survived the bus trip to Cuernavaca. Daisy still insists we are not in Mexico, however. Every time we try to convince her she flatly denies it. We are worried that she sees Mexico as some wondrous mythical land and this will not end up matching her expectations. More prosaically we have some toys with us 'for Mexico' and have not undone them yet. Maybe that is all it will take.

So here we are for two nights (last night went ok) with our Tetley tea, our flirting children, and enough luggage for a small army. It won't be this warm (around 28C) in San Cristobal, but we are enjoying it while we can. I've attached some pictures so you can see what we did...

Sunday 24 January 2010

Return to St Cristobal



OK, it's been a while. Since we left St Cristobal we've gained an extra family member. The gorgeous Clover is nearly six months old, and since I'm writing this on the eve of our first trip back, we've waited ages to take her out for the first time.

Packing for two kids, even for just seven weeks, is proving a challenge. Thank goodness Daisy gets her own luggage allowance now she is two, as well as her own hand luggage, in the shape of a ride on tiger. We're really looking forward to seeing how she handles the journey, and the Spanish.

Right now, she is telling everyone she meets that she is going to Mexico, but we wonder how she is going to cope without her beloved kitchen toy, her playroom, her friends and her lovely childminder...Only time will tell. I can't really see past the twelve hour flight at the moment, but we will see.