(18 months and 3 and a half!)
We've had a TON of shifting going on around these parts over the last few weeks. Some good, some questionable, some hilarious and mostly just overall precious. Here goes, update land!
Carter's naps are no longer in existence. We really pulled the plug, yo. It's over. Fenito. Done for. FINISHED! He's just too gosh darn old now, and you know what? It's actually not too bad! There was a time where the mere mention of my child not taking anymore naps gave me the chills, but it's all good in the Cisneros hood! Here's what we do: everyday Kota goes down at 1:00 in their shared little bedroom, then I tell Carter it's "resting time." And who would have thunk-it - the boy loves this new game! Probably because it means unbridled running around time in mommy and daddy's room, along with his newest favorite show running (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, thanks to daddy-o), with multiple "Mom! Can I have a snack? How about some water? I'm THIRSTY! Pweeeease?!"'s from the top of the stairs, so hey - who am I to question what makes the boy happy?
If Kota could form sentences, she would say, "I so get what you guys are talking about" at least four times per day. I mean, it's just precious. This daughter of mine is such a unique soul - she really is. Not only does she get a kick out of making mommy say, "Koooooooota?! That's a no-no, you know better than that..." but she now wants to let Carter and I know that she gets it. GETS IT. Gone are the days where Carter and I point at a doggy and say (to each other), "Look Carter/Mommy, that doggy is being so silly! He's chasing the duckies!" Now it goes more like this: Kota: "LOOOOK!" Carter: "Mommy, that doggy is being so silly! He's chasing the --" Kota: "DUUUUCKIIIIIIIIESS! QUACK QUACK!"Carter: "Yeah, Mommy, he's chasing the duckies! (like it ain't no thang)" At the end of which Kota will throw back her head and give her "isn't that so silly" laugh just so we'll see how much she's on our same page! Hilarious! Gosh I love these babies!
I felt so cool doing something last month. I'm saying that somewhat sheepishly because it's probably really lame that I felt so awesome doing it. So here's what happened: I went to a bank all by myself. And set up a gosh darn business account. Like a miniature boss. Now I realize this is something I should have done when I started my ole' business, but you know what? It was still gosh darn awesome. Now I have my own business banker who calls me to ask if I need anything - real legit stuff, ya know man?
At the beginning of Ramzi's (business banker dude) and my meeting, I was all on edge. I swear, if there's one thing I want my babes to know going into the world, it's for them to know the ins and outs of how business works. Even if I spent my entire college career in business courses and then entered the corporate world or something like it, I probably wouldn't get it as much as people like Chaddington. It just comes so naturally to him and to other people! S corp versus C corp? (Those are the right letters, correct?) No problem! What do you need to know? Buying and selling of companies? Real estate? Loan modifications? Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah? Oh yeah, go to people like Chadly (and many more people we are friends with) who have their business knowledge together.
Anyway, about fifteen minutes into our meeting, I told him something along these lines: "Listen, I have no clue about any of this stuff, so... ya know... You're going to need to help me out here... haha. Hehe." It was totally fine after that, which I knew it was fine anyway, but it always helps to just be HONEST, DAMNIT! Now that that weird moment was behind me, I've found a new appreciation for being the el creativo in a business dynamic. A sort of Rachel Zoe, ya dig? She doesn't care that she has no clue what she's talking about when it comes to contracts and the like, so why should I?! It was quite the liberating realization, I tell you.
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