Welcome to my baby-blog.  My daddy made it for me so all my friends and family can be able to keep in touch with me.



You guys missed me ?

My first two weeks in this world:

Check out my new pictures. I'm growing: 8.4 pounds  &  1.7 feet.  Grandma had the idea to compare me with my stuff bear to keep track of how fast I grow. Just check me out.
What do you think about it?
Leave a comment.

A baby girl called: Maya

My first days in this world:

It hasn't being easy for me. Over 41 weeks in my Mom's tight belly wasn't easy. Then a 8 hrs labor that ended up in C-Section because my life was in risk. Then a virus messing with my respiratory system.  Ohhh myyy!   
Anyways, after being in the hospital a few days and home another few, life seems to be getting better.  I have a bunch of stuff at home and people seem to like me a lot.
What do you think about it ?
Leave a comment

Stop poking me, ... I'm trying to sleep

Maya's First Ultrasound:

Once my parents discovered I was living inside my Mom's Belly, they didn't left me alone.  They were constantly talking to me, poking me, taking me to Doctors and Hospitals,.... I just wanted to rest a little.  The worst was that whole ultrasound thing, it hurts.  Daddy always used to say: " Ohh, look, she moves a lot.  I think she will be a dancer" I found that soo anoying. Anybody could move that much if they are being poked like that.  Anyways, after those ultrasounds, they found out my gender and gave me a name.  Everybody went crazy buying things for me, that was the best part of it.
What do you think about it ?
Leave a comment.

Libby + Saul = Maya

This is how my short history begins:

Mom and Dad met each other in California while working in a Restaurant.  They felt in love and got together.  My daddy was asked to leave the country and Mommy decided to go with him to Mexico.  They prepared every single detail to leave and went to dinner to celebrate the big change in their life. After a delicious dinner and an excellent wine,.... Bang !  Maya was conceived. 
They traveled to Mexico a few days later, not knowing that I was coming with them.  A few weeks later in Mexico, they found out about me.
What do you think about it?
Leave a comment.