Spain Dad, a baby blog

We were in Castellón for a few days this week (the city where Alleke was born), and Alleke got to go to the beach for the first time. She wasn’t too sure about the water (see the video), but she did like eating the sand. Maybe this was her subtle way of telling us we [...]

DSC_2506, originally uploaded by kellyandapril. Sleep UpdateWe’ve been putting Alleke to sleep in her own bed now, but usually around two o’clock in the morning she wakes up, and we move her into bed with us so she can eat. An Annoying HabitThis past week Alleke has been waking up at odd hours in the [...]

We have been looking for someone to take care of Alleke on Monday nights, so we can have a regular date night. We were hoping to find someone who speaks Spanish as their first language to begin speaking regularly to Alleke in Spanish. Meet Adriana, our new babysitter. She’s in her 30′s. She’s from Colombia [...]

This is the second post in a series of two. To start from the beginning, read the first one. “I’m running out to get some bread,” I yelled down the hallway towards the kitchen where April was making lunch. I picked Alleke up off the floor where she had been busy kissing a Care Bear, [...]

Baguettes Taste-Off Photo by ComeUndone. “I found a babysitter,” April said as she walked into the dining room where I was clipping Alleke into her high chair. “Really?” I said, looking up from what I was doing. April set a tray of food down at the other end of the table. “You’ll never guess who,” [...]

In case you’ve ever wondered what it would look like to see a baby on a pogo stick.

We’ve always had good landlords. There was Mrs. Baker, the widow, who didn’t want to live alone and actually begged us to make noise and have house parties and play the guitar more when we were home. There was Damian and Encarna who rented us their six bedroom apartment near the beach for half the [...]

our breakfast place, originally uploaded by kellyandapril. Every Sunday morning April, Alleke and I go to the same place for breakfast. The place reminds me of Edward Hopper’s Nighthawks. It’s on the corner with tall glass windows and booths inside. Middle-aged men serve coffee at the bar and clean tables after the regulars who stop [...]

“I don’t think you’ve quite grasped the concept,” I said. I smiled and set down my fork. Sitting on the table in front of Alleke were a hunk of bread and a piece of banana, both of which she had carefully picked up off her plate and set there. As for the plate, she was [...]