The writing is on the wall.

I kinda felt this coming. In fact, I always joked about it when he was little ... never content to be in one place, barefoot and always running. I swear that kid never heard a word I said, but when he came up with all his love and a smile on his face, I forgot all about it.That kid could never EVER sit still. Always moving, always laughing. Always trying to make YOU laugh. But things have changed. He's having a hard time at school. He's having trouble with other kids. He's having a hard time focusing... and he's not so happy. In fact, little anxiety attacks are arising when I ask him to repeat exactly what I just said.

Little One, now 7, I'm pretty sure has ADHD.

I wish I would have taken it more seriously beforehand. Circumstances as they were, led my son at 4 to live with my parents while we were working on this whole Move to Mexico "thing". By five, he was living with my husband in Mexico while my daughter and I closed out our lives in the States and finalized the move. By six, he was in 1st grade. Complications then were presumed to be a major change in life, language, customs... And by seven, he is in a new school, starting again. All with a smile on his face... my little trooper. Through the last few years, Little One was the most positive of all of us.

And HIS problems, we made plenty of excuses for.

After receiving his report card this term, with surprisingly good grades, I received notes on his behavior as being "distracted and talkative", "disrupting classmates" "not finishing assignments on time" along with " he understands the material, but not following through". Little One had been spending his recesses in the classroom, finshing up work that had not been completed. I was told to focus on games on concentration etc... I replied back,filling a prescription for glasses, thinking that that would solve the problem and asked for more feedback. I didn't like what I had heard.

After an art project at a friend's home, she, previously being a nurse, brought up that Little One had a hard time doing a simple project. He did great if he was being monitered one on one, but if he lost attention, he wandered elsewhere. I knew where this was going...

So, Little One has ADHD. I wouldn't be surprised if his dad has it too. That man can't sit still for the life of him. The two of them are very similar. Very positive. Always smiling. They light up the room. They also can't stop moving.... being engaged at all times. They are passionate, animated, and loving. But they also have/had the same history with learning.

Damn it.

So here we are. These past two weeks, I have begun reading with Little One everyday, a few pages at a time, and then asking him for a summary. The first few days were HORRIBLE. Put on the spot, he had an emotional breakdown. Slowly, Little One has been getting over the emotional part and able to completely read a book and sum it up for me. As for math, we've gone back to going over the basics. Multiplication for another day. (can you believe they learn times tables in 2nd grade here?!?) I'm also going to make an appointment with his teachers and hopefully come up with a better learning situation for my pumpkin.


Wish us luck on our new adventure.

Keg Stand anyone?

Cruisin' the Blog Frog the other day, I came across a post by MamaKat that drew my attention.... Can Mom's Get Drunk?

There's no correct way of parenting. Each of us mothers, from our own childhood experiences, or maybe what's happening now in your life, affect the way we raise our children. 

Don't let my profile picture fool you. Those weren't tequila bottles... they were, eh hem, good nite juice.


So here it is..... Are Mom's allowed to get drunk? how about drinking in general? Girl's nights out? After children? Taboo?

What are your thoughts?

Death is Dying.

I've already demonstrated how much I hate f*in idiots here, here, here and especially here.... and yet again, they continue to astonish me. Every year, Mexico loses more and more of its cultural traditions to American imperialism ex.. Posadas to Santa, Resurrection to the bunny, and now Dia de Los Muertos. Being replaced by the American tradition demanding candy,the Day of the Dead is holiday of GIVING to cherished loved ones, honoring the past generations and celebrating embracing death. Altars are built, offerings, which derived from the Aztec and other prehispanic cultures, along with pan de muerto, cempatsutchiles (marigolds), and other personalized gifts are placed with candles and photos of loved ones.Every year, Dia de Los Santos (for deceased children) and Dia de Los Muertos (for all others) bring back to life, those that were lost.

This year, I haven't seen very much celebration surrounding Dia de Los Muertos. After reading other blogs and reading how other communities seem to be losing touch with their heritage, I was really excited when there was an installation of catrinas displayed on Ave. Vallarta. A few days later, I stopped at a few to take some pictures to share when I noticed that a majority of them had BEEN VANDALIZED!!! Calaveras were missing, attire shredded, and two of them BURNED!

I sit here and bitch about American imperialism destroying the culture of other countries and instead, it is the fault of its own society. It seems as if half of the people don't give a rats *ss about their culture/belongings/streets etc... or anybody else's and the other half, don't feel it's their responsiblity to take care of it. I've asked many of my clients who work in Ayuntamiento, Hacienda or other gov't offices and can you guess the response? "It's not my responsibility."

Oh of course. I forgot.