tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862030745983769222024-03-14T01:16:27.515-06:00What Should I Call This Blog Now?????Kika VilaNovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04349124295402019894noreply@blogger.comBlogger219125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186203074598376922.post-62746523720374361692011-06-20T19:00:00.002-06:002011-06-20T19:11:29.237-06:00We Have MOVED !!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">OH, BRIGHT NEW DAY,<br />WE'RE MOVIN' AWAY<br />WE'RE STARTIN' ALL OVER AGAIN <br />OH. BRIGHT NEW DAY<br />WE'RE GOING AWAY<br />WHERE NOBODY'S HEARD OF OUR NAME<br /><br />WHERE WE CAN BEGIN AGAIN,<br />FEEL WE CAN WIN AND THEN<br />LIVE JUST LIKE LIVIN' SHOULD BE.<br />GOT A NEW SITUATION,<br />A NEW DESTINATION<br />AND NO REPUTATION FOLLOWING ME</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><br />---------------------------- "Bright New Day", The Blood Brothers Musical</span><div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;">Olivia and I have MOVED to another blog address!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;">Visit us, follow us and feel free to comment on http://bigtchongalittletchonga.blogspot.com !<br />Also, if your blog is private and you'd like me to have access, please send invitation to kikavilanova@gmail.com</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;">Muito thanks! See you in my TCHONGA world! :)</span></span></div>Kika VilaNovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04349124295402019894noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186203074598376922.post-52771533464866239782011-06-20T05:08:00.003-06:002011-06-20T05:13:46.536-06:00still waiting<div style="text-align: left;">I am still waiting to hear suggestions on a new name for this blog.</div><div>In the meanwhile, here is Olivia this weekend on a Sao Joao party - a Brazilian June festivity.</div><div><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e6JHEeCfAy4/Tf8q8_c-5LI/AAAAAAAABuc/bOuFoNHv4Us/s320/DSC03369.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620258087295182002" /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zreGNfOKBkw/Tf8q8IgdKUI/AAAAAAAABuU/IrHnDDPITrk/s320/DSC03288.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620258072545798466" /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lQvG6632xr4/Tf8q7TC7kyI/AAAAAAAABuM/dsXz-XMkZCs/s320/DSC03236.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620258058194883362" /></div><div>My grandma sent the dress from Brazil, isn't it pretty?</div>Kika VilaNovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04349124295402019894noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186203074598376922.post-860898610422059992011-04-17T21:59:00.003-06:002011-04-17T23:18:53.608-06:00And One Question Remains...<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Haven't blogged in forever, for so many reasons, none of which are probably good enough.</div><div>The news for this year 2011? Trevor and I got a divorce. Too personal and painful to talk about it still, but we are very friendly to each other and will always put Olivia first, and that makes me happy right now. Three weeks ago my bishop told me "you may not get over this, but you will.get.through.it!" - ain't that true? And so life goes on, but one question remains.... what should I name this blog now? Suggestions are welcome :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O9gg49xUO8A/TavDL4JhgkI/AAAAAAAABtI/BbBAJaHMZro/s320/love.jpeg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596781570756280898" /><div style="text-align: center;"> The love of my life and I</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Kika VilaNovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04349124295402019894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186203074598376922.post-71307286358470692582010-06-02T23:41:00.004-06:002010-06-03T00:20:09.192-06:00I've Stopped CountingI was my birthday on the 23rd of May. I used to love my birthdays, and I still love having an excuse to get friends together, have a little party, food, fun. But I don't get excited thinking o how old I am getting anymore. I've stopped counting the candles.<br /><br />My dear friend Desiree attempted to throw me a surprise party this year but Trevor told me right away - I think because he really wanted ME to get all the details ready. He is no party planner and I, on the other hand, like to pretend I am. We were going to get together at a park but it was gray and rainning a lot, so we changed plans and told our friends to come over to the house. And a few minutes after that it's sunny and beautiful outside. Utah weather...<br /><div><div><div><div><div>Here are some pictures of that day.</div><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478420696341873858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/TAdCmO-bBMI/AAAAAAAABrM/XQJxiweEi_0/s320/DSC05514.JPG" /></div><div align="center">Yummie tres leches cake made by Desiree. </div><div align="center">I simply LOVE her cakes!</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478420704197665042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/TAdCmsPY4RI/AAAAAAAABrU/6gS80qYBWxo/s320/DSC05525.JPG" /></div><div align="center">Desiree, looking beautiful, and me, looking like a dufus.<br /></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478420713998917458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/TAdCnQwMH1I/AAAAAAAABrc/bN2Txq0gUd0/s320/DSC05527.JPG" /></div><div align="center">Once I sat on the table to eat the cake, </div><div align="center">there was no standing up!</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478420723191873810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/TAdCny_9gRI/AAAAAAAABrk/dGL3vlPs3IY/s320/DSC05522.JPG" /></div><div align="center">Eventually I stood up and took some pictures. </div><div align="center">Here with Helga and Katie.</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478420731850615938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/TAdCoTQXbII/AAAAAAAABrs/uFSSxIgEgR8/s320/DSC05542.JPG" /></div><div align="center">The after-party! Luis, Manny, me, Trevor and Joel.</div><div align="center"> </div><div>And here are two cute pictures of Olivia taken in May at friends' birthday parties. My cheeks are massive, I know. I know everything I have to do to feel pretty, but I have zero energy to work on it. Maybe one day. Hopefully someday soon. I'm getting OLD and it's starting to show!</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478423025326342482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/TAdEtzHlwVI/AAAAAAAABr0/G31zu5eK6bY/s320/-2.jpg" /></div><div> </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478423033231756770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/TAdEuQkYzeI/AAAAAAAABr8/B7L8qwvVArU/s320/DSC05777-2.JPG" /></div></div></div>Kika VilaNovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04349124295402019894noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186203074598376922.post-25504523817863923682010-05-16T18:52:00.008-06:002010-05-16T22:48:12.883-06:00Oh Hi There How Are Ya?Has it really been almost two months since I last blogged? I can't believe it! I've thought about blogging a lot, actualy, and I think I need to be better at making a record of Olivia's developments and life. Yet I feel so tired all the time that I don't want to blog, or do much of anything else for that matter. How lame is that?!<br /><br /><div align="left">Wel this is the raw version of what I've been up to:</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left">I don't know if it's still PPD but I'm just exhausted... all... the... time. It feels like I use all the energy and physical strength I have to wake up and go to work and after that I am DONE. I lay on the couch and let Olivia play around waiting for her nap time to come, counting the minutes, the seconds. Even if she's not tired I put her in her crib and hope for the best. I nap too. I usually wake up from a nap feeling sick to my stomach but if I don't nap I don't want to leave the couch. Nausea, headache, muscle ache... where in the heck is all that coming from??? The cycle repeats itself until her bedtime. If Trevor is not working we might go out on a little walk or make dinner together. If it's just me and Olivia I call or text most the friends who live around here, asking who wants to hang out, to go to the mall, to walmart, ANYWHERE. Maybe if I get out of the house I won't feel as crapy? It usually works. So I am sorry I am a lazy bum recently, I'll try to do better.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">But of course there are good days too! Olivia is the joy in our lives and she just makes us smile all the time! Today something really funny happened. She likes to put her hands on her face to hide her eyes as we ask "where's Olivia?" then she takes one hand off and we say "there she is!" or "picaboo!" and she giggles and giggles. Well today we were outside a little bit and I think she got tired. We came back inside and she was playing with her best friend and cousin Maya and then she sat down... she put her hands on her face and sat there... After a while Trevor started asking "where's Olivia?" to no response. Then Kat said "Is she praying??" and Trevor went closer and touched her and her upper body tipped over her legs. SHE HAD FALLEN ASLEEP! hahahahahah How funny is THAT? Love it! I wish I had taken a picture! I went there and brough her to bed. My sleepy and cute thing!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">She is almost 14 months now. She walks everywhere! And dances, and "talks." The walking was also a funny thing. I think she started standing when she was 7 or 8 months and she would take one to three steps when she was about 11 months but never more than that. We had her bday party a week after she turned 1 and later that day she was walking EVERYWHERE! It was so weird! Both Trevor and I were looking at her in awe! Isn't it funny how those things happen from night to day?</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">So lets update you in pictures. </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Here is March:</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472061256521510050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S_CquHgkbKI/AAAAAAAABo8/zV1hjDwtZwc/s320/ConviteOlivia(2).jpg" /> <p align="center">This was the invitation for her bday party.<br />I copied the idea from the <a href="http://tomkatstudio.blogspot.com/">TomKatStudio</a> blog<br />and my friend Helga put it together. Isn't it cute?</p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472061270477164082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S_Cqu7f2zjI/AAAAAAAABpM/vkOKD3A5QMg/s320/Olivia_BdayParty_March27+047-2.jpg" />Trevor stuck her face on the bday cake.<br />She spent the rest of the time licking herself like a little cat, so cute!<br />It was also the first time she had sugar... so you can imagine the diaper after that.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472061261284830738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S_CquZQO7hI/AAAAAAAABpE/N-maJMQePbE/s320/4x6_772.jpg" /></p><div align="center">All cleaned up and wearing one of her new outfits and posing with mommy.<br />There are more pics of the party on our facebook.<br />I love this girl!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472061272087740322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S_CqvBf2P6I/AAAAAAAABpU/boKqYqdi1ks/s320/DSC03550-2.JPG" /></div><div align="center">What are you laughing at? It's hard to walk or crawl at the pool!<br />(Lehi Legacy Center, AWESOME warm pool area!)</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Here is April:</span></strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472061279012347986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S_CqvbSzYFI/AAAAAAAABpc/7jWC4pqanNw/s320/DSC04171-2.JPG" /></div><div align="center">Easter. My grandma sent the tshirt that says "My 1st Easter"<br />in Portuguese and those are Brazilian Easter chocolate eggs. Yummie!</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472065427717454066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S_Cug6bLePI/AAAAAAAABpk/50LlKlCLnWc/s320/DSC04313-2.JPG" /> <p align="center">Going shopping.<br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472065437874777602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S_CuhgQ37gI/AAAAAAAABps/04uEZn5tL5U/s320/DSC04406.JPG" /><br /><p align="center">Going shopping again.</p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472065445712157890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S_Cuh9dc3MI/AAAAAAAABp0/6Rjc6NhV940/s320/DSC04429-2.JPG" /> <div align="center">Post piggy tail hair.</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472065447345636674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S_CuiDi5xUI/AAAAAAAABp8/qR-zxCkvJmI/s320/DSC04449-2.JPG" /> <div align="center">Big smile.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472065457211174354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S_CuioTB7dI/AAAAAAAABqE/3N4M4VYxWA0/s320/DSC04540-2.JPG" />Another big smile.</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472066342907028210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S_CvWLxYIvI/AAAAAAAABqM/40OPyNqV_Vc/s320/DSC04580-2.JPG" /> <div align="center">First time at a theatre performance. She did pretty good!</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472066348404720962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S_CvWgQIRUI/AAAAAAAABqU/aGWx7pNFh9Q/s320/DSC04603-2.JPG" /> <div align="center">Gossiping away on my cellphone.</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472066352871714530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S_CvWw5JLuI/AAAAAAAABqc/tu2BuEytOYM/s320/DSC04639-2.JPG" /> <div align="center">First time hiking the Y this summer.<br />There'll be more hikes to come.<br />She LOVED her backpack carrier!</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472076401527494354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S_C4frDYFtI/AAAAAAAABqs/T-IL9xy3wmw/s320/DSC04873-2.JPG" /><br /><div align="center">Parent-Tot swimming classes at the Provo Rec Center.<br />She LOVES it!</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">As for May, I'll do it another time. This blogger is taking for-freakin-ever to upload pictures today. Or is it all the time? Anyway...</div>This girl is the love of our lives. She is amazing! We love her, so freakin much! You can also see some fun videos <a href="http://youtube.com/user/kikaetrevor">here</a>.<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">What have <strong>you</strong> been up to? What are your plans for this Summer?</span></em>Kika VilaNovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04349124295402019894noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186203074598376922.post-25470454838787522822010-03-22T19:03:00.004-06:002010-03-22T20:57:38.570-06:00No Post Title, Just FeelingsDear Olivia, <div><div><div><div><br /><div>It is 7:27pm right now, Monday March 22, 2010. I am finally starting to feel better from a weekend full of stomach flu and am on the couch, watching Dancing with the Stars, while you stand next to my legs watching it as well. You just took a few steps from the couch towards the tv and as people on the screen started applauding the latest performance, you did the same. You are so cute and funny, it kills me!</div><div></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451654034099206530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S6gqdbzO-YI/AAAAAAAABoc/gjXfJdldGbk/s320/1237874123905_f.jpg" /></div><div>Remember when you were in Heaven trying to decide what family you would come to and you chose Trevor and me? I sometimes wonder what drove you into that decision. Why us? Do you know why sometimes when I cuddle you to sleep I just look at you wondering what lullaby to sing next? I can't think of one because none really describes the amount of love I have for you, none is as sweet as your eyes, as comforting as your smile. Will you always remember that I love you with all my heart, that I would die for you, kill for you, walk on fire for you, go to hell and back for you? </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451654009699818690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S6gqcA593MI/AAAAAAAABoM/fH6pT_Dnb44/s320/DSC03581-3.JPG" /> <div>I hope you know that. I hope you can feel it. It's been one year now since you've graced us with your presence, your sweet loving presence. You have learned to smile, to giggle and to laugh, you have learned to sit up, you respond to the name we gave you and you have spit up on us more times than we can count. You have learned a few cute sounds, you have started walking, you know who dada and mamae are, you like to turn the tv on and off with your tongue, you love to give us wet kisses, you also have the stinkiest poopy diapers on earth! You love going on walks, you have lots of fun on the swing at the park and you actually enjoy being at the daycare at the gym while your mama works out. You love your family, you're such a sweet delicate girl, you love to cuddle and we love to cuddle with you.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451654002199496546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S6gqbk9wB2I/AAAAAAAABoE/lZKQZqeW5Oo/s320/2.jpg" /></div><div></div><div>You have changed so much since you were born. That skinny fragile infant is not among us anymore. Your once straight black hair is now light brown and wavy. You have your grandpa Windhorst's hazel eyes and your mamae's nose. You also inherited your mamae's pudge belly and the butt... well that's a fight between your dada and your grandma Vila Nova. You surely have your dada's thick and strong thighs, which is the reason why only 18 month-old pants fit you right now. You have a beautiful natural tan that lots of people pay big bucks to have. You love to dance, you even dance to Law and Order's theme song! You're not a fan of movies but you seem to be hypnotized when Baby Signs is on. I love them too. You also love to eat, but mama is staying strong in her goal to not let you have junks or sweets until you're old enough to want them yourself. You are your dada's pride and he loves how obedient you are. You know your smile can get you whatever you want from your mamae but when dada means business, you listen. We love that about you.</div><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451654021333860082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S6gqcsPvPvI/AAAAAAAABoU/jcn5rnzuFrc/s320/DSC03605-2.JPG" /><br /><div>We want to wish you a happy first year of life, Olivia. We pray that there will be many more to come! We want you to know that we could not be happier to have you in our family. You might grow to be our only child and we will do our best to provide you with the best opportunities there are in life. We might not give you brand name clothing - actually you already wear hand-me-downs. We might not buy you the latest generation electronics - heck, we are probably the only people on earth who don't have a flat screen tv. We will probably make you work and save money to buy your first car. But this we promise you: we will provide you with the best education and hope that you will love learning and languages and books as much as we do. We will take you to the parks, we will teach you to love and respect nature, we will make sure you visit your family and make good friends with them, we will try to teach you good work ethics and we will show you by example the goodness in being honest and the blessings that come from serving the Lord. We will be there to catch you each time you fall, we'll always have bandaids available and we will help mend those broken hearts. We will help dry your tears and we will hopefully be a reason for you to smile. We will do and be those things and much more because we love you, and we we could not love you any less!</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451654035469274914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S6gqdg54jyI/AAAAAAAABok/N1YSCEhhLzg/s320/2.jpg" /><br /><div></div><div>Feliz Aniversario Meu Amor!</div><div>Mama e Dada</div></div></div></div></div>Kika VilaNovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04349124295402019894noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186203074598376922.post-27232477792565567662010-03-04T17:47:00.006-07:002010-03-04T19:07:13.020-07:00Back to Reality!<div align="center">I got back from CA on Sunday afternoon and Trevor and Olivia got back from Arizona on Tuesday. It feels so good to be back together, back to reality!<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center">California was fun, the weather was great and I did go to Disney once (to the California Adventure Park), courtesy of Tahitian Noni International. The rides I went on: Indiana Jones, Buzz Lightyear, Pirates of the Caribbean, Space Mountain and Splash Mountain. Trip highlights in pictures:<br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444950701618448194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S5BZ0IV7R0I/AAAAAAAABmQ/I04t0NaOl7k/s320/DSC03229.JPG" /> <p align="center">Mickey Mouse rice crispy treats make me feel sexy, apparently.<br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444954475075772882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S5BdPxkQodI/AAAAAAAABmg/mN0v3LGl-TM/s320/DSC03191.JPG" /> <p align="center">Why didn't someone tell us to go to Splash Mountain LAST??<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444954494534581922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S5BdQ6DmfqI/AAAAAAAABmo/QnhXnl8Hf2Q/s320/DSC03222.JPG" /></p><p align="center">LOVED the Space Mountain, can you tell?<br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444954510787778018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S5BdR2mqleI/AAAAAAAABmw/Mmx-7kXA0_Q/s320/DSC03248.JPG" /> <p align="center"> Love this!<br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444954522430070674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S5BdSh-Z35I/AAAAAAAABm4/IkDXy-K3oIs/s320/DSC03276.JPG" /><br /><p align="center">Most people thought I was Hawaiian or Tahitian.<br />Is it the hair? The flower?<br />Then I told a guy I was Brazilian and he said<br />"Still pretty" Well, thank you!<br />(This cute girl is from Vietnam)</p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444954541950897522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S5BdTqsiDXI/AAAAAAAABnA/MGI7mLoHlsE/s320/DSC03289.JPG" /> <p align="center"> My cute roomate, from Moscow, but she lives in Provo,<br />graduated from BYU and plays tennis professionaly.<br />She and her boyfriend shared their first kiss before the trip.<br />Then yesterday he broke up with her via text message.<br /></p><div align="center">Dude, you're 27, breaking up via text? How mature...<br /><br />One thing I decided though, if I do go back to either Disneyland or Disneyworld, I am not going on the rides! The company closed the park just for its employees and conference attendees, and it already took time to go around and get to the rides, imagine on a normal day? No way!</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">As to Olivia news...<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444956960991930242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S5BfgeU254I/AAAAAAAABnY/OgrsO39W6c4/s320/DSC03326-2.JPG" /></div><p align="center">Arizona weather called for a pedicure. Thanks aunties!<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444956947370020914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S5BffrlJEDI/AAAAAAAABnQ/D6J-vMbsNfc/s320/DSC03322-2.JPG" /></p><p align="center">I'll never understand the fascination with trash/dirty diapers.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444956972102513442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S5BfhHt08yI/AAAAAAAABng/-EYvDFEb_YQ/s320/DSC03301-2.JPG" /></p><p align="center">Now, when she is tired, she lays down on the floor.<br />If I don't catch it soon enough, she falls asleep.<br />So cute!<br /></p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444963077322361778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S5BlEfbqy7I/AAAAAAAABno/qRquH_6h2A4/s320/DSC03313-2.JPG" />Olivia's two top teeth started cutting while she was in Arizona. This is it, people, my favorite gummy smile is going away... my baby is growing... I feel sad. I do! I want her to be a baby forever, to cuddle with me and pat my back and pull my hair. I love this child!!!<br /></p><p>I was very upset yesterday... Put Olivia on the stroller and walked towards the Covey Center for the Arts, on Center Street in Provo, to take her to the BYU Young Company performance of <a href="http://www.childrenstheatreplays.com/atc.htm">A Thousand Cranes</a>. It was going to be her very first theatre show and I was super excited to see her reaction! As we get there, though, the performance was cancelled because they "didn't sell enough tickets." Really? What message are you sending, Covey Center for the Arts? 20 children in the audience is not enough to keep your show running? I know artists need $$ to but we're talking about introducing children to performing arts here... *sigh* Just made me sad. Hopefully soon I'll be able to take Olivia to the theatre again. And I hope she'll like it like her mama does!</p><p>I am also looking forward to her first birthday party though! I hope it'll be as cute in reality as I see it in my mind. She'll be the cutest ladybug in town! :)</p>Kika VilaNovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04349124295402019894noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186203074598376922.post-83509774769168604512010-02-24T02:35:00.007-07:002010-02-24T02:49:33.301-07:00It Is 'Did'!I have sent the invitations to this blog so... hopefuly you can all see this? Yes? I hope so :)<br /><br />I am leaving today, Wednesday, to Anaheim, CA where I'll work a little and party a lot, right here:<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441742561440177234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S4T0By3EHFI/AAAAAAAABlg/BCqMaZ3AkG4/s320/california_adventure_park_night_lg.jpg" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">(California Adventure Park)</span></p><p align="left">In the meantime Trevor is taking Olivia to Tucson to visit his parents. I get back on Sunday and Trevor & Olivia get back on Tuesday. I have felt sick most the day today with the thought of being away from Olivia for so long... have any of you ever gone through something like this? I KNOW it will be fine, I will be super busy and she will have a blast with grandma/grandpa/aunts/uncles/daddy in the perfect AZ weather, but its THE FIRST TIME that we stay more than 8hrs apart. I dont feel as sick now, I am so tired that I am trying not to think about it.<br /><br />Pictures next week when we're back. In the meantime, try to deal with this piece of cuteness: </p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441743012759980530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S4T0cEKFyfI/AAAAAAAABlo/Q7a80uay4fI/s320/DSC03118-2.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441743023194582226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S4T0crB5LNI/AAAAAAAABlw/7IcJFDBSHOE/s320/DSC03143-2.JPG" />Got that onesie in Brazil of all places. The guy selling it thought it was awesome that I "got it". Second pic is bath a few days ago after a few issues with our tub. She's had a cold and cough for a little over a week, lost almost 3lbs in the process, can barely eat. But she's doing better, Dr said I have to wait it out... Too cute, though, even sick. I can't stand this girl... I just CAN'T!<br /><br />Hope you'll all have a great weekend! :)Kika VilaNovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04349124295402019894noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186203074598376922.post-65828922715863503152010-02-21T16:01:00.005-07:002010-02-21T16:16:54.435-07:00Last One, I Guess<div align="left">Olivia is 11 months old today. WHAT? I know all you moms probably feel the same way I do, and probably ask yourselves these same questions:<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440837975610208658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S4G9T-CzsZI/AAAAAAAABlQ/JFS3-vFERAw/s320/DSC02773-2.JPG" /></div><div align="center"><div align="center"><em>How and why is this happening?? </em></div><div align="center"><em>Why is my baby getting so independent? </em></div><div align="center"><em>Why does she prefer the floor instead of my arms?</em></div><div align="center"><em>Where's that tiny fragile body that barely fit </em></div><div align="center"><em>between my breasts when she was born?</em></div><div align="left">I WANT THAT BACK!!</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Ok, wait, that does NOT mean I want ANOTHER baby, not right now anyway, but I do miss my tiny piece of poops for sure!</div><div align="left">So, to the love of my life, the main one responsible for me staying alive and having hope in life and the human race, OLIVIA, I love you so much! Te amo mais do que palavras possam descrever!</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440837348511778562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S4G8vd65BwI/AAAAAAAABko/ASNED8nF5FU/s320/DSC02775-2.JPG" />Once upon a time we went to the mall</div><div align="center">Olivia had a MAJOR blowout</div><div align="center">which was stinky and all...</div><div align="center">And that's all she had left to wear.<br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440837357718131650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S4G8wAN208I/AAAAAAAABk4/c84sFMCXNmc/s320/DSC03007-2.JPG" /> <p align="center">We like Pilates.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440837366599809970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S4G8whTae7I/AAAAAAAABlA/PxPIYTgJClY/s320/DSC02887-2.JPG" /></p><div align="center">And she loves dada.<br /></div><div align="left"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440837373038134258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S4G8w5Sbg_I/AAAAAAAABlI/SRlsFturKJ4/s320/DSC02797-2.JPG" /></div><div align="center">And hopefully she loves mamae.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="center">Happy 11 months of life, meu amor! :)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">{got your emails, will be sending invites to this blog soon. thanks girlies!}</span></div>Kika VilaNovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04349124295402019894noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186203074598376922.post-23584148067418610312010-02-16T00:14:00.002-07:002010-02-16T00:34:00.421-07:00Imagine I Am Chelsea Handlerand it will be totally ok that I am posting this...<br /><br />Lets cut the crap and go straight to business.<br />Rachel, you did hurt me, a lot, a LOT, you know why and you know how much. I decided to keep the details of the situation unknown to "common friends," just because I think that's the <em>adult</em> thing to do, but apparently you didn't and you probably shared your version of what happened with Kristin because she obviously took a side, and that side was yours. Even though that was predictable because she <em>was</em> closer to you than to me, it still sucks that she obviously took your side when she never asked me for my version of the facts. But, whatever, people do what they gotta do. So Kristin, YES I took you off my blogroll and defriended you on FB. Big...deal! I don't think you're losing sleep over it and neither am I. We all have to be selfish sometimes and do things for US. Yes, it saddened me that you went to one side of the fence without investigating the other but that's a choice you were entitled to make, and I was entitled to make my choice: cut you and Rachel out of my life. So lets stop with the subtle messages hidden in blog posts, put things out in the open and MOVE ON.<br /><br />FYI, I feel 10lbs lighter now.<br />The End!Kika VilaNovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04349124295402019894noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186203074598376922.post-66040885703152925142010-02-11T08:17:00.004-07:002010-02-11T08:24:28.455-07:00To My Blogstalkers...Family (mom, brother, hubby, etc) have for a long time requested that I make this blog private. Apparently I am "too open and that's not good." I understand their reasons and know there are a lot of sick-os out there whose noses I wouldn't want in my business/blog (I can name a few) so... I am sad to say that this blog here is going to go private. Sad because I know it's a pain to log in to blogger to read posts, so I hope you will still visit? I can only hope.<br /><br />Sooooo please email me your email address and I will put you on the list (after much consideration and consulting with a tarot expert... JK)<br /><br />Luvs,<br />Kika*Kika VilaNovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04349124295402019894noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186203074598376922.post-72551181555460485952010-02-03T16:36:00.002-07:002010-02-03T16:52:16.175-07:00Dirty LaundrySo, starting in November and going on till today...<br /><br />One <em>friend</em> sent me a huge email saying how ungrateful I am because sometimes my status updates on facebook are "depressing" and that shows I am not grateful and I am "slapping Heavenly Father on the face" when I do that. Funny how not ONCE on that email did she ask how I was doing and why I seemed depressed...<br /><br />Another <em>friend</em> laughed at my face when I told her I am want to train for a mini triathlon. What? You think I can't do it? I'll prove you wrong!<br /><br />Another <em>friend</em> is constantly criticizing almost everything I do in regards to raising Olivia (education and feeding especially), and this is someone who doesn't seem to have read a LINE about child development and education.<br /><br />Another <em>friend</em> only calls or texts me when she needs something. Hasn't heard a word from her that wasn't the need for me to do her a favor, and yet when I want to hang out she's "just so busy"<br /><br />These are just a few small examples of the "amazing" people I seem to be surrounded by. Do I need to do some "cleaning" on my <em>friends</em> list? I think so!Kika VilaNovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04349124295402019894noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186203074598376922.post-13674829677646186092010-01-27T17:47:00.006-07:002010-01-29T23:30:59.949-07:00Big Poop and Little Poop<div align="center">Sweet and endeering nicknames for Trevor and Olivia :)<br /></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431590608900747058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S2Di4YjgbzI/AAAAAAAABkI/3D7NceuJWM8/s320/DSC02577-2.JPG" /> I <span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">love</span> daddy-daughter time! Olivia follows Trevor EVERY WHERE he goes. It's so fun and funny to watch, he just walks around the house and she either crawls or pushes her easy rider to get to him.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431590598268176114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S2Di3w8gRvI/AAAAAAAABj4/NLyhAo198o0/s320/DSC02388-2.JPG" /> <div>When he works out she plays with the weights or kettle bells around him.</div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431590603400069266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S2Di4EECwJI/AAAAAAAABkA/rStzZpt3HbM/s320/DSC02460-2.JPG" />When he closes the bathroom door to shower, she either sits by the door or stands by it beating it up and yelling "dadaaa, daddyyyyyyy, dadaaaaaaaa." </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432415931522887698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S2PRge6YMBI/AAAAAAAABkY/MH5x9Dr-xdI/s320/misc+007.jpg" /> <div></div><div>She also does that when he is upstairs and she can hear his voice, she goes up to the stairway (which is blocked), looks up and yells "dadaaaaaaa, dadaaaaaaaa, daddyyyyyyyyyy." </div><div></div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431590612492702898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S2Di4l75VLI/AAAAAAAABkQ/waDLI8SlxkY/s320/DSC01751.JPG" /></div><br /><div align="center">I CAN'T STAND IT!! It's too cute!!!</div><div></div><div></div></div>Kika VilaNovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04349124295402019894noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186203074598376922.post-16271543750510643022010-01-22T23:14:00.005-07:002010-01-23T00:23:49.697-07:00The Most Overused (Yet Truthful) Sentence In The World"Time flies!"<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>Isn't that true?</div><div></div><div>Olivia turned 10 months yesterday and I am still speechless... I mean, I already miss her newborn body, skinny legs, lots of black hair, the pants that would be too be and would come up to her armpits. It was so cute! Of course she gets cuter by the hour, she IS my daughter after all! ;)</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429832264708646962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S1qjrR_p6DI/AAAAAAAABjw/aQJh5WY3RXw/s320/1237874123905_f.jpg" /> <div></div><div>I know I haven't updated much about Olivia, her likes and dislikes and development. I am trying to keep a record of that someplace else more private but I would like to share with you what she's up to now.<br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429825826010924018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S1qd0f-fg_I/AAAAAAAABjA/C2ZNOJ6Q84U/s320/Olivia_Jan12+001-2.jpg" /> <div> She recently had a cold and her first ear infection. She kept her tongue out when she had her cold, for DAYS, maybe to breath better? It was surely funny!</div><div></div><div><br />At her <strong>9 months</strong> check up she weighed a little over <strong>23lbs</strong> and was a little taller than <strong>28inches</strong>. My 10 months old baby wears 12-18 months clothes, especially pants since she inherited her daddy's butt! Has two teeth, first one came out about 2.5 months ago and the second is cutting as we speak. And they are BOTH crooked, making a V. I kid you not!</div><div></div><div><br />Loves all foods, but adores bananas, carrots, green beans, apples, fresh squeezed juices from our juicer and chicken and cheese. We do not feed her sweet stuff, sodas, candy, fried foods, etc. Of course here and there a 'friend' will just put icecream in her mouth because "it's funny", but they don't think it's funny anymore when mama bear is about to attack them. Call me crazy, but I want my daughter to eat sugar from natural sources such as <strong>fruits, </strong>so keep the whipped topping and the french fries to yourself, please.<strong> </strong></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429825840708132610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S1qd1WulHwI/AAAAAAAABjY/1BYT7Dwyu6o/s320/DSC02528-2.JPG" /> <div>We recently went to Jamba Juice and she loved the all fruit smoothies. She doesn't know how to suck on straws yet, I have tried three different types of sippy cups but she is not interested. One day she will get it, right?</div><div></div><div>She waves bye bye, stands and holds, climbs mountains (aka stairs), signs milk, says dada and mama (it might be a coincidence but she says dada to Trevor and mama to me so...), loves baths, loves her bath toys, loves to be out and about, turning the tv on and off with her TONGUE, music and DANCING. You can go to <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/kikaetrevor">our youtube account </a>to see videos of her. Hilarious child. The light of my life!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429825845413798770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S1qd1oQf43I/AAAAAAAABjg/i-Y71G2STtA/s320/DSC02518-2.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429827500103949490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S1qfV8dX3LI/AAAAAAAABjo/vkGUB4CkK-o/s320/DSC02369-2.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429825832736205858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S1qd05B7LCI/AAAAAAAABjQ/i1eoMkN_RrM/s320/DSC02374-2.JPG" /></div><div>Now, of course she is CLOSE to perfection, but has her stinky moments. The one thing that we are struggling with right now is BEDTIME. Yes, quite frustrating, and exausting. Olivia was so easy to go down since she was a baby, sleeping at least 8hours/night by the time she was 6 weeks old. I never really had to attempt to "train" her until recently. I am SURE someone out there jinxed my baby!!! </div><br /><div>She always slept on her crib but the crib was in our bedroom close to our bed. In November we moved to a new place and she now has her own room. Since then it's hard to keep her asleep. I have tried EVERYTHING I have been told, read, instructed to by her Dr and my therapist. </div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>First</strong></span> we stablished wake up time (8:30am) and nap times (she has two now: 11am-noonish and 3:30-5pmish). </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Then</strong></span> we decided that we were going to start her bedtime ritual around 8pm, which has always included bath, cuddling and bottle. </div><div>Waking up and naps work great, we put her down for naps when she is still awake but she has learned to stay there playing until she falls asleep. She rarelly cries when we put her down to nap. </div><div>Bedtime though... she WILL go down like an angel but ALWAYS, 30 to 45 minutes after she's down, the crying begins. That child does.NOT.want to stay in that crib. I have tried Ferber, the CIO, soothing her, more cuddling, no cuddling, singing, silence, taking her to my bed, walking around, leaving her there, music, white noise, more food, less food, later bedtime, earlier naps and waking up time... ARGH! Nothing works. </div><div><strong>Right now</strong> it is past midnight... She took her bath at 9:30ish today (again, trying to do this later in the hopes that she will be more tired and STAY asleep!), ate, slept and woke up around 10:30pm and just won't stay down. So I gave up listening to the crying (I HATE IT! kill me!) and brought her to the living room to get the energy out.</div><div></div><br /><div>I asked my Dr if it's possible that her clock is just messed up, he of course told me WE train their sleep. But I am serious when I say I have tried every method I have heard of, and not for a day or two... for WEEKS at a time. I don't know what to think and/or do because I need to wake up at 5:30am to go to work and even when Trevor stays up with her, it makes it hard for him to wake her up at 8:30am because she will NOT want to stay awake. If you let her, she will sleep until noon or so. MESSED UP! So needless to say... advice is welcome. Sometimes I wonder if she wakes up and doesn't see us there anymore and freaks out? Is she having nightmares? It's a different cry, hiccups and all sounding like she is really freaked out about something... *sigh*</div><br /><div></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">(and Yes, I have read Baby Wise, Healthy Sleep Habits Healthy Child, and about three other books. This Olivia stinker is defiant... give me something that will WORK!)</span></div><div></div><br /><div>In the meantime, I'll try some more cuddling tonight. Hey, it soothes ME at least ;)</div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Kika VilaNovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04349124295402019894noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186203074598376922.post-73139935081766544722010-01-16T11:32:00.003-07:002010-01-16T11:38:02.088-07:00I Could Use $200 Worth of Cuteness... Could You?Then click <a href="http://katelynandco.com/blog/">here</a> to enter an awesome Giveaway by <a href="http://katelynandco.com/">Katelyn & Co.</a>!<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427408058029263730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S1IG34XtS3I/AAAAAAAABi4/k84JJAttQzw/s320/kc_giveaway1.jpg" /><br />that's all! :)Kika VilaNovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04349124295402019894noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186203074598376922.post-39615379027884731462010-01-05T19:53:00.003-07:002010-01-05T20:24:43.171-07:00I Did Not Ask Permission To Do ThisBut I am sure my dear DIL (dad-in-law) doesn't mind.<br />A couple of weeks ago I <a href="http://kikaandtrevor.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-much-longer.html">posted </a>about a little heartbrake I am trying to recover from. My sweet, kind, loving and wise dad sent me an email that has been echoing in my head since then:<br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Dearest Kika;</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Lost friendship is often like losing someone you love to death. It is natural to grieve. It is healthy to grieve. Only, with death, we know we will be reunited with that loved one we have lost temporarily. With a lost friend, however, there may never be sweet reunion, as well as the long sought closure we seek. I think it is harder for women to lose a friend than it is for a man. Women form strong bonds, tell each other secrets, cry together, laugh together. men do some of that stuff, but not much.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">This I know, whoever this person is, she is aware of your pain and I am sure she reads your blog and has been monitoring it from time to time. She knows. This means that she is sadiscally witholding her friendship from you and feels justified for some reason. Your pain has been apparent, your need for closure is obvious. I don't know if you will ever get that from this individual. I hope you do. Plant your seeds of friendship in fertile ground. there are a lot of people that love you and appreciate you for what you are; beautiful, intelligent, funny, talented, kind, spiritual and warm. You're a wonderful mother and wife, and you have a strong love for the Lord. All your hopes and dreams will be realized in this life at some point. Be patient, be prayerful, be forgiving, be serving. The Lord is aware of your pains and burden. Call upon Him with great faith and He will lift them from your shoulders. Thank you for bringing Olivia into the world! She is a bright light that brings us all great joy!</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Love,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Dad</span></em><br /><br /><strong><em>Be <span style="font-size:130%;">patient</span>, be <span style="font-size:130%;">prayerful</span>, be <span style="font-size:130%;">forgiving</span>, be <span style="font-size:130%;">serving</span>.</em></strong><br />That is exactly what I need to be! New Years Resolution? I hope so!<br />Thanks for reminding me, Dad. I love you!Kika VilaNovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04349124295402019894noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186203074598376922.post-41023552466895590332010-01-03T23:41:00.003-07:002010-01-03T23:45:23.110-07:00Faster Than I Can Handle<div align="center"> Can someone <strong><em>please</em></strong> stop this girl?</div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422771524888448770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/S0GN-IcUTwI/AAAAAAAABiw/SrcEgbx6GdQ/s320/DSC02320-2.JPG" /><br /><div align="center">Standing and holding it for a while, </div><div align="center">wearing a beautiful dress from Finland sent by a dear friend, </div><div align="center">getting oh so ready to conquer the world</div><div align="center">There's no stopping her, I know.</div>Kika VilaNovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04349124295402019894noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186203074598376922.post-20875158293074488402009-12-27T16:08:00.005-07:002009-12-27T16:34:02.382-07:00I Guess Santa Thought She Was Naughty<div align="center"> On the 24th Olivia was all dressed up to take a picture </div><div align="center">with Santa at the mall and he was MIA, gone... boo!</div><div align="center">So Olivia's sneaky mom got into Santa's village and took some pictures anyway,</div><div align="center">so you tell me... didn't Santa miss out on taking a picture with this cutie?<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420061304399592802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/SzftCiWT_WI/AAAAAAAABig/xbYX54fXujs/s320/DSC02056.JPG" /></div><div align="center"> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420061310175899410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/SzftC33fbxI/AAAAAAAABio/_qQqXcdttYE/s320/DSC02060.JPG" /><br /><div align="center">And this is how Olivia's 25th of December was spent:</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420059201210341858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/SzfrIHW62eI/AAAAAAAABiI/83oLWtMPQPs/s320/DSC02137.JPG" /></div><div align="center">waking up in Christmas jammies</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420059181962540130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/SzfrG_p4tGI/AAAAAAAABhw/wAWKlNb_un0/s320/DSC02093.JPG" /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">having yummie breakfast</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420059189039397634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/SzfrHaBI-wI/AAAAAAAABh4/8DwV4Wp4Q_0/s320/DSC02100.JPG" /> waiting for grandma and grandpa Windhorst to get on webcam</div><div align="center"><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420059192834330562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/SzfrHoJ7D8I/AAAAAAAABiA/eLoGJkx3JF4/s320/DSC02122.JPG" /> <p align="center"> liking cousin Maya's gifts better than her own<br /></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">(I got her a onesie and baby signing dvds. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">I guess I should have gotten her toys? blah!)</span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420059210256743474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/SzfrIpDv_DI/AAAAAAAABiQ/bx1PRiLsMBc/s320/DSC02132.JPG" /> <p align="center"> opening gifts from grandma Nely, the Birds and friends</p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420061296887786754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/SzftCGXW7QI/AAAAAAAABiY/OwY0NmE5auI/s320/DSC02138.JPG" /></p><div align="center">Hanging out with bff Brighton at the Pinegars'</div><div align="center"><br />It was a great first Christmas for baby Olivia.</div><div align="center">How was <em><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">yours</span></strong></em>?</div><div align="center"></div>Kika VilaNovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04349124295402019894noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186203074598376922.post-56460655405820909082009-12-26T11:45:00.002-07:002009-12-26T11:47:25.359-07:00Once Upon a Time, I Was Always on Time<div align="center"> And now I am always late!</div><div align="center">This is our Christmas card,</div><div align="center">Some of you will still get it in the mail...</div><div align="center"> </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419618236259190674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/SzZaEk51R5I/AAAAAAAABho/LsV7z9o-WxI/s400/image001-2.png" /><br /><br /><div align="center">Hope you're still having a wonderful Christmas weekend! </div>Kika VilaNovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04349124295402019894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186203074598376922.post-74885515522409148002009-12-21T23:54:00.006-07:002009-12-22T00:05:10.336-07:00My Christmas Started 9 Months Ago...<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">When this stuff was born:</span></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417951123228399810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/SzBt1051GMI/AAAAAAAABhY/rZhDBbgQBRI/s400/DSC01895.JPG" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">and today she is the main thing that keeps me going. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">My love for her is impossible to measure, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">to describe, to explain. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Her smell makes me warm and her giggles light my day. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Happy 9 Months Birthday, Olivinha! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Mamae te ama, tanto tanto tanto!</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><em>(Born March 21 2009, 6lbs 10oz 20in. 9 months later 22lbs 5oz 28.4in)</em></span></div>Kika VilaNovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04349124295402019894noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186203074598376922.post-66198111623669204222009-12-16T11:57:00.003-07:002009-12-16T12:00:38.658-07:00How Much Longer??!?!?!<div align="center">Me is sadly still suffering from one of those: (and wanting to know...)<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415910614267955074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/SykuAkq1h4I/AAAAAAAABhQ/l3N5yT77dZg/s320/lgbfnecklace.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">How long does it take <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>you</strong></span> to heal from one of those?</p>Kika VilaNovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04349124295402019894noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186203074598376922.post-71431402716061748192009-12-11T23:52:00.004-07:002009-12-12T11:06:48.108-07:00Better Late Than Never?We were in Brazil from Oct 18 till Nov 6, so it's been more than a month since we got back and I am just now posting some pictures...<br /><br />BEHOLD...<br /><br />Brazil Trip week 1. Enjoy!<br /><br /><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"><tr><td><a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5449354e4445784e44673d0d0a&blogview=true&campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: Brazil Trip - Week 1" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5449354e4445784e44673d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/></a></td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/></a></td></tr><tr><td align="center"><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank">Make a Smilebox slideshow</a></td></tr></table>Kika VilaNovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04349124295402019894noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186203074598376922.post-38293169053010836452009-10-14T20:48:00.011-06:002009-10-15T18:38:06.547-06:00Are You Ready For THIS?Since I haven't updated in ages and am going to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Recife">Recife, Brazil </a>for three weeks on Sunday, probably not updating till I get back... Here is a little of info on how we are doing (and I will try not to make this ALL about Olivia, hehe): <div><div> </div><div><strong>My Mountain Man</strong></div><div>Trevor has been working at Sundance for a few months now and he LOVES it! Not only has he met "Bob" (Robert Redford) a few times, but has also met other local (Danny Osmond) and not so local stars (Melanie Griffiths or however you spell her name). Besides giving me the "star report" after each weekend shift, Trevor is loved among his peers and customers, but why wouldn't he?? They're always impressed at how strong he is (carrying two 100lbs suitcases up hills and stairs is not something we can all do...) plus look at the picture, isn't that the look of a mountain man? He has told me that sometimes he has guests telling him "wow this is such the perfect experience! You look like a mountain man and we are in the mountains... PERFECT!" To that I say, perfect indeed!<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392988202047008418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/Ste-MkzibqI/AAAAAAAABgs/segC6PUNO6Y/s400/DSC09511.JPG" /><br /><strong>I love translating!</strong></div><div><div><div>My dear friend Emma used to translate at the <a href="http://www.mtc.byu.edu/">MTC </a>and since she moved to Texas a few months ago, she got me the hook ups! First time they called me to translate it was during the swine flu epidemic at the <a href="http://www.mtc.byu.edu/">MTC </a>and Olivia was barely one month old so I told them I'd rather not go then. They understood that and have called me a couple of times after the swine flu was gone and it has been A BLAST to translate there! The first time I went I left in tears... it is so easy to feel closer to Heavenly Father in that environment and it's so easy to really miss the mission too!</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392988195379986962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/Ste-ML9_whI/AAAAAAAABgk/XvlusF7OkeA/s400/DSC09120.JPG" /> <div><div><div><div><div><div></div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong>Olivia loves "solid" foods!!</strong> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>(why do we call them "solids"? they're all mashed and soft... can't figure that one out!)</em></span></div><div>I started her on fresh squeezed juices when she was almost 2 months old, apple and pear juice mainly. Then mashed bananas, pears and apple puree when she was 3 months and the Gerber variety of 1st foods and drinks when she was 4 months. She loves all that she has tried so far! Peach is the only fruit that she won't eat a lot of, but she will eat them. She doesn't love rice cereal and got a little constipated on that so I give her the oatmeal cereal and she LOVES that. I try my best to give her fresh fruits and juices and soups but the veggies usually come from Gerber :)</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392682205520162754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/Stan5O6Zb8I/AAAAAAAABgc/veeOkbobyM8/s400/Desktop1-2.jpg" /><br /><div><strong>Tia Helga is back!!</strong></div><div><a href="http://ubloguidahelga.blogspot.com/">Helga </a>spent part of the Summer in Brazil!!! She got back early in September and we picked her up at the airport. She proceeded to BYU Idaho (or Idahell as I call it, hee hee) but came down during <a href="http://lds.org/conference/languages/0,6353,310-1,00.html">General Conference </a>weekend and we hung out again. Tia Helga, amamos voce!! :)<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392681672916130482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/StanaOzs2rI/AAAAAAAABgU/HK8FelE8-b8/s400/Desktop2-2.jpg" /></div><div></div><br /><div><strong>Olivia's friends</strong></div><div>I hope she will have more luck with friends than I do, but so far so good! Maya is Olivia's cousin, the daughter of Trevor's sister Kat. Brighton is also Olivia's cousin, the daughter of my American sister <a href="http://theshirleyfam.blogspot.com/">Annie Pinegar Shirley</a>. Kyla is the daughter of Trevor's mission companion and best friend Jordan. And Claire is the daughter of my long time friend <a href="http://jordantaylorfamily.blogspot.com/">Newie</a> (ok, her real name is Janessa). Aren't these babies so cute? If you have my facebook you can see some videos of these encounters.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392678547489172178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/StakkTr2KtI/AAAAAAAABgM/e3YBWbsRJiw/s400/Desktop-2.jpg" /></div><div></div><div><strong>Lost and then FOUND!</strong></div><div>So I thought I had lost Olivia's sunglasses! I was seriously so sad over the loss of those sunglasses, I simply LOVE them and think they fit Olivia's personality perfectly! Well, after moving into my inlaws' and putting things away I found them!! Don't they just spell her name?? :)</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392677462787525906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3RIX0XV8jQ/StajlK20jRI/AAAAAAAABf0/EvdQrFpcpLQ/s400/Desktop3.jpg" /></div><div> </div><div>I think this is it so far! </div><div>I'll be back if I remember anything else... </div><div>Hope you'll all have a wonderful end of week and I hope it won't rain or snow too much here while we play at the beach in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Recife">Recife </a>! :)</div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Kika VilaNovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04349124295402019894noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186203074598376922.post-72776983184849295842009-09-24T13:39:00.003-06:002009-09-24T13:46:20.360-06:00So Far This WeekI've lost 3 days of work due to food poisoning. Yesterday I could barely get out of bed, poor Olivia was bored out of her mind on the bed with me...<br /><br />Our car was hit and run. The front light on the right side is broken and the bumper is smashed...<br /><br />My phone was lost or stollen, so if you were thinking of calling or texting your sympathy, think twice...<br /><br />Yup, it's been a "great" week, wouldn't you say so?Kika VilaNovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04349124295402019894noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186203074598376922.post-8762233651116387142009-09-15T17:21:00.002-06:002009-09-15T18:01:01.906-06:00Fake ApologiesI think everybody knows what happened this Sunday at the 2009 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">VMAs</span>, I don't have <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">tv</span> right now and I know. Then <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Kanye</span> West went to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">tv</span> show(s) and radio(s) to say that he's sorry. I don't believe him. I believe he <em>is</em> sorry that his stupidity and jack*$$<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ness</span> got caught on camera but his apology did not seem sincere to me.<br /><br />See, sometimes (or most the time) we tell someone we are sorry just because we know it is the right thing to do. We have all done it, sometimes we just know in our heads that we should say 'sorry' but we don't necessarily feel it in our hearts. I remember once learning that if I have offended someone and it has been brought to my attention, the right thing to do would be to say <em>I am sorry</em>. Then, it's up to the other person to forgive me. I have said "sorry" so... if the person does not forgive me then it's not my fault anymore, right? The ball is on their court.<br /><br />Deep down, I think that's pretty lame. Call me weirdo but I think we can all tell when an apology is sincere, and when it's fake. I can. I have received one of these ones recently and it just... sucks. It sucks because it is clear that it was just "the right thing to do." It sucks because it was short and with not much thought put into it. It sucks because it came right after the words "I love you" and since then the person has done absolutely NOTHING to demonstrate that so called love to me. It sucks because it came from someone who has blocked me out of their live but loves to know what's going on with mine. And it sucks even more because I was fool enough to believe in it and now am hurt again.<br /><br />I don't even call it fake apology alone... I call it <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">hypocrisy</span>.<br />But that's just my two cents... what's yours?Kika VilaNovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04349124295402019894noreply@blogger.com3