my 21-month-old daughter, who refers to herself as coco, which is spanish for coconut, was born by the sea in barcelona. coco came to us as a total surprise, one that i suspected early on, but that was confirmed on the morning before our first wedding anniversary.
at that point, i truly was not surprised, since i had been feeling different for the past weeks. how different? well more tired than usual, meaning that i fell asleep anywhere at any given moment.
for example, my husband, who i lovingly call panzón, which means "big-bellied" in spanish, and i went to paris for the weekend with some friends. we went to visit le corbusier's lovely villa la roche (http://tr.im/xoVc), where i actually took a short siesta on corbu's chaise longue.
i was also extremely sound-sensitive, which was a problem when later that month we decided to go see les falles in valencia (http://tr.im/xoVd). i shuddered every time someone threw a petardo or small firecracker, which was about every five seconds. i almost had a nervous breakdown during the mascletà (http://tr.im/xoVi), a very loud display of explosives that lasts several minutes and leaves you shaking.
about 9 months and many adventures later we met coco, who's head did resemble a tiny coconut with dark hair.
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