Tis the Season.

Dear Zeon,
You had your first Thanksgiving. You had a blast getting to know your cousins Sydney and Roman. Grandma Narda had fun with you. You played with her and gifted her with raspberries all day. You looked so cute. Your Grandma Martha came late. She had taken a red-eye flight from California to be with us.
Grandma Martha was infuriated when she found out that Fernando and Estella did not show up after I had cooked all the food for twenty people. She ended up not taking you to your cousin Victoria's birthday party the next day. Tit for tat. It made your mommy a little depressed to see how the family can be sometimes. I hope you know only happiness from your loved ones.
It's going to be a week tomorrow since they put the Doc Band on you to correct your head shape. I can already see the change in shape. I pray you can take it off sooner rather than later. You get so many stares with it on, but then you smile and disarm their curiosity with love. You have such a beautiful spirit. I thank God for it everyday. You are my little miracle.
I hope you have the best First Christmas ever!
Love,
your mommy

Headpiece

Dear Zeon,
We took you to get your pictures today. You cried for most of it. They had you laying on your tummy and you cannot stand tummy time. You pulled through though like a trooper and made me proud. Yhey took more poses than what I wanted. The bastards know that I'll buy them all. When you turn one, I'm taking you in for some more pics with your brother. It should be fun.
About the title of the blog, well, the doctor is advising me to put a helmut on you to correct your head shape. You are perfect in everything else, and even though this is merely cosmetic, I want you to be as normal as possible. You amaze me everyday with your progress. It'll only be for a month, I love you.
XXX,
mommy

Four Months

Dear Zeon,
On Sunday, October 25, 2009, you will turn four months old. I am already so proud of you. You are a wonder to behold. All the ladies at your daycare say that you are a pleasure to take care of. You are always laughing and smiling. The only time you cry is when you are hungry.
My favorite time of day is when I rock you to sleep after your last bottle. I love watching your chubby cheeks and your pouty little lips under the half moons of your eyes as you doze off into never never land. I rock you well past the time you fall asleep, cradling you, praying over you that you grow up safe and a good man. I pray that angels watch over you always.

Sweet dreams.

Love,
Mommy

Quiet Time

Dear Zeon,
You've been handfull today. You wanted to be in my arms at all times. You are three months old now and at least twenty pounds. It's not as easy to say the least. I love every minute of it though. When it gets tiring, I remind myself that one day you won't want me to carry you anymore. If you are anything like I was, you'll be dressing yourself by four and want to go sleep over people's houses by six. I dread those days, though I know it means I have been blessed with a healthy growing baby, it also means you will be grown up before I know it.
Last night, when we passed by all those teenagers and young boys hanging out at the mall, I wondered what group you would belong too. Would you be a pretty boy, or a skater, or a rocker, rapper, reaggaeton guy? Or would you be an artist or a gothic kid? Only time will tell.
You are so beautiful to me. You are sleeping behind me as we sleep, wrapped in a warm, green, fuzzy blanket that was a baby shower gift. You have a yellow pacifier in your mouth and the most serene expression on your face. You know you're safe. Safe with mommy and daddy and your brother Omar in our little townhouse in Hialeah. I wish the world for you my little son. I love you dearly.

Love,
Mommy

Dear Zeon,
Today you went to your first movie at a movie theater. We went to Cobb Theaters in Dolphin Mall and saw Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs with your brother Omar. Your father couldn"t go because we he was doing an event at Churchill's Pub called Colossal to pay for our trip to Disney next week for his and your brother's birthday. It will be your first time going.
You had a good time as did everybody else. You wore a grey hoody with a blue peace sign that my boss Yelian gave you. You watched as much as you can before you knocked out at about 9pm as you usually do. You were so adorable. I sat you on my lap for most of the movie.
When we left the theater to go home it was almost 11pm. All the teenagers were out as were many other parents with children. I couldn't help but wonder if one day you would be among the young throngs of insecure young adulthood that surrounded us or if a newer, cooler place would be blessed with your presence in that far future.
I love you very much and can only hope you grow up to be a good upstanding man.
God Bless You Zeon.
Love,
Mommy

Dear Zeon,
This weekend we took you to your Grandma Narda's house in Avon Park, FL. You pretty cried the whole time we were there. It looks like you inherited your momy's shyness. I was hoping you would be more like your daddy. He is a social butterfly. I hope you grow out of it when you're an adult. It's good that you're shy now. It means you'll stay away from strangers. That saved your mommy more than once.
It's the last long weekend of the summer. It's beautiful here in miami. You're with your other grandma now. You haven't cried once since yoiu got here. All I know is that when we pulled into your Aunt Elen's house you got freaked out by the party that was going on. All the loud Salsa and Michael Jackson tribute music (your uncle MJ is a Michael Jackson freak) made you uneasy and all the new faces made you scared. You only took to your cousin Jojo and her husband Kyle. My poor baby. It was peaceful at Grandma's though. You slept good.
I love you my little pumpkin.
Take care.
Love, Mommy.

El Gato Zeon

Dear Zeon,
When you cry you sound like a cat. Meooooow! We cal you El Gato when you start. It's so cute to hear. You never really had a piercing cry like some kids. Maybe it's because I'm your mom. But you sound so beautiful to me. Mi Gatito.
You start daycare tomorrow. sigh. I'm noty thrilled about it, but I'm sure everything will be okay. I love you so much. Every mother I talk to about it all say the same thing, it's hard to let go and let God when it's your child. At least I have the comfort of knowing that your grandmother will bew in to see you often. I want you to know that I want to be there for you all day. To give you the life I want you to have will take my working though. I want you to have a solid middle class upbringing at least. Mommy is giving you that life now with daddy's help.
Talk to you later Gato.
Mommy loves you.

Going to Daycare

Dear Zeon,
I'm going to be going back to work on Monday, August31, 2009. That will be the first day you go to daycare. I'm not thrilled about it. I had hoped that your aunt or my father would have been able to care for you. Alas, that is not the case. Titi has to finish school and grandpa is to weak to care for a baby your age. You wil be right by Grandma's work though. She'll be by often to check on you. It gives her a chance to see you everyday. We both adore you so much.
Your cousin started preschool yesterday. Everyone went to go pick him up in the rain. we walked you in your stroller. You were a good boy. You enjoy going for walks outside. The school where your cousinD goes is one I went to as well as your Titi. It brought back a lot of memories. i got excited thinking about your first day of preschool one day. It made me happy to think about you atrating your academic journey. It shapes you in ways you really don't understand until your older. I will put you in the best schools I can, with the best people, in the best calsses. that is the best gift I can give you besids unconditional love.
You just woke up . I have to go. You're hungry.

Love,
Mommy

First day at the beach.

Dear Zeon,

We took you to the beach this past weekend. We stayed at the Ramada Marco Polo in Sunny Isles. Your grandma's sister is here to visit from Texas. She was sick of staying at the house every time she came to visit so we took her there. I used to go ther as a child myself. It's showing its age I'm sorry to say.
Your father put you in the pool for the first time. You yelled a little because the water was a little cool, but you liked it after. You're a water baby for sure. You LOVE the water. Grandma took you to the beach where you played in the sand with your cousin D and your brother O. We even took a little video of you in your speedos and glasses. See...

I just put you to sleep. The rain is falling outside of our little townhouse in Hialeah. It's just you and me because your father went to take your older brother for a haircut. He starts school tomorrow.

I love you Zeon.

Love, mommy

Sleeping at Grandma's House

Dear Zeon,

You're asleep in grandma's bed right now. You knocked out as soon as I had fixed you a bottle. I thought you were crying out of hunger. You were due for a feeding but it turned out your growing body just needed a nap.
You look so angelic sleeping. You are a wonder to behold. In a week, you will be two months old and all your clothes 0-3 months no longer fit. They haven't fit since you were a month old. As much as I cherish these times, I'll feel more at ease when you are able to defend your self. That won't be for a couple of years. Hopefully, you'll like martial arts and are good at it!
I have to put you in daycare August 31, 2009. I'm not happy about it. I have to work to pay my bills, no way around it save for bankruptcy and I want to buy a house for you to grow up in. I love you so much.
May angels protect you always.

Love, mommy

Who is Zeon?

Dear Zeon,

You were born in June under the sign of Cancer.You are ruled by the moon and all its mysteries. You have brown hair and brown eyes, your father's nose and my chin. You have the soulful eyes of a poet and the lungs of Pavoratti. You are my 6 week old son. You are well loved.

Love, Mommy