A letter to my wife in preparation for the World Cup.

My beloved wife,

This month, don’t forget that I love you. I will be back next month, once the World Cup is over. I may make daily trips to you during dinner. You are always welcome to visit me, I’ll be on the sofa, but please don’t walk in front of the TV. Oh, and bring beer and chips, that’s always a plus.

Your husband,

Alexxx

PS – If the baby wakes up because I’m screaming “GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!!!!!!!!” it’s because she wants to celebrate, not because I’m loud.

Happy Birthday Monica, my lovely wife!

Hey you hot stuff! Yes, you, with the topaz eyes, that hot body, I’m talking to you.
Yes, you woman, destined for me, smile, laugh out loud at my whistling,
laugh at this man who is like a child when it comes to love.

But, get ready for tonight.

I am coming for you like a savage beast driven only by instinct.
I am here, prowling the alleys, the streets, the cold, for you.
The wind cannot consume your aroma, the day hides you in vain,
because night is coming. And I, for you. Prepare.
The clock is ticking, the day goes on with it’s mundane things,
laborers working the hard earth, men in white collars changing the world,
but I, I lie in waiting, submerged in the fog of desire, lust, love,
counting each tick, each tock, waiting for the hands of time to point my way to you.
Oh woman, I’m going to take you on a hot date tonight, and you will not forget it.
I’ll make sure tonight, you will have a happy birthday indeed!

*Yup, this is my way of saying Happy Birthday to my wife. I love you beautiful*

Update: The wife got sick so there was no “Hot Date”  🙁

To Monica Downs

Love,

You make me happy. I feel the happiest I’ve ever been in my life. I thought that taking you off the market by proposing to you was a great time in my life. Then I thought I couldn’t be any happier when I married you. And then you told me that we had a fruit of our love in your womb and my mouth trembled, my body shook, and my heart, oh my heart leaped a canyon, it flew with your words.

But now Love, now that you have brought her into this world, to me, to us, to share our love, I once again come to you like a simple man, without words to describe what I feel. I come to you, my wife, to thank you, thank you for loving me, for giving me purpose, life, for Seanna, I thank you. Monica, wife of mine whose name means to counsel, whose laughter echoes in my smile when I speak of you, I love you, I love you my love, like a madman, like a child. Thank you for this blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh, love of our love. You and Seanna make me complete, you two make me happy.

-Your Husband.

Flutters and Tiny Kicks

I am now in my 20th week and I am feeling the baby’s presence more and more each day.  For the past 4 weeks, I have been feeling the baby’s flutters and tiny kicks.  Its so amazing knowing that you are carrying a living being that is solely dependant on you.  A being so fragile and beautiful that is growing each day, and letting his/her presence be known.  Its all part of the beauty of becoming a mother.  I already love the baby without even seeing him/her and I can envision myself holding the baby for the first time.  I find myself talking to the baby and caressing my stomach more…

Everything is changing.  My body is stretching, getting bigger and its getting harder to find clothes to wear everyday.  I’ve already had to go out and buy a few things, including this thing at Target called Belly Band, its great! It allows me to be able to wear my regular pants without having to button them.

In the beginning, I couldn’t really see the big picture, it has always been just me, or Alex and me, now we are going to add our own little person to the family, it’s a wonderful feeling.  I am happy, excited, anxious, I get worried if I accidentally bump the baby, and have started to talk to him/her and smile each time because I know that its no longer just me, the baby gently flutters and lets me know that he or she is there, alive and kicking.

On May 10th 2009 was my first mother’s day, well I guess pre-mother’s day.  Alex had left to Nicaragua, but before leaving he had left a special delivery.  It was a beautiful bouquet of colorful tulips, and the note that was attached was just beautiful- it brought tears to my eyes:
Alex's Mother's Day Card

Both my sisters gave me cards telling me congratulations and how they can’t wait until the baby is born and how they know that I will be a great mother, it was very touching and sweet.

I have received a lot of support from family and friends.  It is no secret that we are in the baby boom era amongst our friends.  Our good friends Diana and Christian, Paula and Aaron, my cousin Monica and Pat, Alex’s cousin’s Michael and Lou, Jackie and Daniel, and Laura and Dan.  We are very excited about that because there are many play dates and parties to come.  My parent’s are both very excited to be grandparents, I have noticed a softening of my dad’s heart, and a tender smile knowing he is going to be a grandpa.  My mom is being creative and has great ideas for the baby.  My aunt has sewn a blanket for our baby, I haven’t seen it yet, but I thought that was just great! My big sister, Carolina has been a big support from the beginning, as soon as she found out, she ordered a journal online and shipped it to me.

I’ve been reading articles online, books, and journals to learn more about what is going on with the development of the baby and what to expect. I tell you it is amazing the things we wouldn’t normally know.

For instance right now the baby measures about 6 inches and can fit on the palm of your hand! Imagine that? How cute!  By now, the baby already has fingerprints, nails and hair.  His skeletal and nervous system is also now formed and his brain functions can now send signals to the rest of his body to move legs, arms and fingers!  Our baby can finally hear us! How amazing is that? I am a little concerned because we all know how loud Alex can be sometimes, our dear little baby will be calm minding his own business and then gets startled by him, haha! but I am sure the baby will finally realize that it’s a Downs thing.

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Delivering the Baby news…

A few of you have expressed interest in knowing the details of how it happened since I didn’t say anything on the first blog entry.  To keep this PG, unfortunately for all of you I am going to have to skip the best part of how the baby happened.  😉

I’ll start from that Sunday afternoon when I went to practice with my dedicated soccer team.  When I returned home as soon as I was turning the knob in the front door, Monica semi opened the door and told me to close my eyes.  “Nice!” I thought to myself.  “I just gotta take a quick shower and I am ready to roll.”  She held my hand and guided me into our bedroom.  I stepped into our love room and I could distinctly smell the roses she had placed all around.   I was ready to open my eyes and put some love music, you know? Some “Let’s get it on” by Marvin Gaye, some R&B, some “Your body is calling me” by R. Kelly, you know, some of that good stuff.  I was smirking, grinning like a teenager about to get some action, thinking, “Man, I must have done something good!”  I could feel my body temperature rising.  But nope, forget about it, I opened my eyes and the first thing I see is a basket full with a stork, baby paraphernalia,  a handmade card, a champagne bottle, 2 Cigars and the golden glow of some twenty candles that did not match Monica’s smile as she told me “We are pregnant!”   My reaction? You can read it here.

Delivering the Baby News

Delivering the Baby News

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Christmas Party


Lauren, our really cool party animal neighbor threw an awesome Holiday party in our clubroom.  Here are some of the pics I took with the new Nikon 50mm 1.8 my beloved wife got me for Christmas..

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Monica and I at our Building Christmas Party

Monica and I at our Building Christmas Party

Goodbye Paradise… Honeymoon Day 8


Today we left paradise.  But I shall not write of the boring plane ride, or how I dreaded going back to “Reality.”  No.  Instead I shall write of Paradise one last time… And it is with an indistinct sadness or nostalgia, but more appreciation that I say “Farewell, my homeland.”  Goodbye my paradise.  Of you, we take a piece with us. A piece of your romance inspiring sunsets, of your furious rain storms, of the deep thunder that shook our lovers’ hut when your heavens spoke. Thanks for the memories. I leave you now, with a heart as heavy as your sudden sea winds. On your soft carpet made of wild green moss we ran like children, laughing, chasing each other, hiding behind the palm trees that stood like sleeping towers. Hand in hand, she and I walked your white sands, losing our bare feet in the foam of your endless waves. How can we forget? How can we not remember the straw hut where we, man and woman, laid entwined like roots, linking our bodies and souls.

Thanks for the memories, oh Little Corn Island. May your people prosper. May your sands, your bodies of translucent water, your delicate huts keep the hearts of lovers aflame and the Marriott at bay. May your beauty remain a secret, like the hidden caverns of your seas, and only found by those seeking the honey of your moon… and may you still remain a virgin paradise…

And so I close this chapter of this small island, whose moon nourished us with honey and the type of feverish love newlyweds endure. I leave with this poem written by the poets of poets, Pablo Neruda (English translation at bottom):

La noche en la isla

Toda la noche he dormido contigo
junto al mar, en la isla.
Salvaje y dulce eras entre el placer y el sueño,
entre el fuego y el agua.

Tal vez muy tarde
nuestros sueños se unieron
en lo alto o en el fondo,
arriba como ramas que un mismo viento mueve,
abajo como rojas raíces que se tocan.

Tal vez tu sueño
se separó del mío
y por el mar oscuro
me buscaba
como antes
cuando aún no existías,
cuando sin divisarte
navegué por tu lado,
y tus ojos buscaban
lo que ahora
pan, vino, amor y cólera
te doy a manos llenas
porque tú eres la copa
que esperaba los dones de mi vida.

He dormido contigo
toda la noche mientras
la oscura tierra gira
con vivos y con muertos,
y al despertar de pronto
en medio de la sombra
mi brazo rodeaba tu cintura.
Ni la noche, ni el sueño
pudieron separarnos.

He dormido contigo
y al despertar tu boca
salida de tu sueño
me dio el sabor de tierra,
de agua marina, de algas,
del fondo de tu vida,
y recibí tu beso
mojado por la aurora
como si me llegara
del mar que nos rodea.

The Night on the Island

All night I have slept with you
next to the sea, on the island.
Wild and sweet you were between pleasure and sleep,
between fire and water.

Perhaps very late
our dreams joined
at the top or at the bottom,

Up above like branches moved by a common wind,
down below like red roots that touch.

Perhaps your dream
drifted from mine
and through the dark sea
was seeking me
as before,
when you did not yet exist,
when without sighting you
I sailed by your side,
and your eyes sought
what now-
bread, wine, love, and anger-
I heap upon you
because you are the cup
that was waiting for the gifts of my life.

I have slept with you
all night long while
the dark earth spins
with the living and the dead,
and on waking suddenly
in the midst of the shadow
my arm encircled your waist.

Neither night nor sleep
could separate us.

I have slept with you
and on waking, your mouth,
come from your dream,
gave me the taste of earth,
of sea water, of seaweed,
of the depths of your life,
and I received your kiss
moistened by the dawn
as if it came to me
from the sea that surrounds us.

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Back to Big Corn Island: Honeymoon day 7


Today was our final day in Little Corn, Paradise.  We woke up exhausted, feeling a bit sick and with a thick humid air from all the wet clothes, that made me feel claustrophobic.   I looked outside our very tiny window and it was raining.  It was the kind of slow, cold rain that silenced the birds and would have been perfect for a lazy Sunday afternoon somewhere in the US; but not today, not for our last morning in paradise.  I had read previously on the internet that when it rains, the Pangas (the little boats) that carry us over to Big Corn don’t operate.  This is a lie.  From what I heard from the locals, there has to be a Hurricane in order for them to not operate.  We hurried to get ready and ran to the Panga that was already boarding.  And just like that, we left Paradise.  In reality, we were sad to leave, but ready.  The trips across the jungle and the diving really took a toll on us, physically. We were tired and burnt out.

Here’s a brief recap of our experience in Paradise, by the numbers:

•    7: trips taken across the mosquito battlefields of the jungle
•    4: times getting lost(always on the way back to Derek’s Place)
•    5: total hours lost.
•    2: Impromptu sunset walks along the beach (While lost)
•    9: Combined dives we took.
•    7: Sharks seen
•    407: minutes total time underwater (combined)
•    1: (and first) underwater fight with the wife
•    1: very unsuccessful “fishing expedition from hell” where I almost threw up my entire stomach
•    8”: size of biggest fish caught during above mentioned failed expedition
•    3: Beaches visited
• 1/2: Population of Island that has Downs as last name.
•    0 Regrets!

When we got to Big Corn Island, we took a taxi directly to Casa Canada.  There we were greeted by Don once again.  We took a room and man, it was sooooo nice!  It looked even nicer since we were used to our humble love shack made of straw and wood.  We were back to civilization!  Satellite TV!  A refrigerator! King sized bed!  A/C!!!  Woohoo!  And even some leather couches!  The first thing we did was take a HOT shower and then pass out like we hadn’t slept in days.  If little corn had these types of accommodations, it would be perfect; but then again, it wouldn’t feel like that raw, virgin island that it is.  Casa Canada is possibly the best place to stay at in Big Corn Island.  It has plenty of beautiful details that make it a pleasant stay.  It’s very clean and very well kept.

One of the many little statues that adorned Casa Canada

One of the many little statues that adorned Casa Canada

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