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.