Friday, November 14, 2008

Itsy Bitsy Yoga

I hav-ed been vedy busy these days. You know in a couple of weeks I have been here for almost a year! And it has been a year of ups and downs. So my mami got her friend from the cold North to bring down some Yoga books, so that Toto and I can practice, and keep our heads, bodies and spirits over flowing with serenity. Itsy Bitsy Yoga is quite fun. So far I have learn-ed; Toes to the nose, So Big, Sitting Tree and Clappy Happy Namaste! Sometimes when I am getting a little ornery in public, mi mami makes me do the poses to divert my attention, and it works!

Have a clappy happy namaste day! Un beso!

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Friday, October 17, 2008


Mmmm...nummy nummy! Mi mamá bought mi a teeny tiny negrito to eat. This one was made of masa seca (shortbread), dulce de leche and chocolate, although the bigger ones are similar to Rum Balls. I hope she gives me more soon! Cause I eat-ed this all!
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Tuesday, October 7, 2008


Mmmm....I like postre, it also makes a good body mask just like in those fancy spas. When my abuela - la mamá de mi papi, saw these pictures of me, she got all upset and mad at mi mamá, as though it were some big tragedy that I applied postre all over mi cuerpo.
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Friday, September 5, 2008


Mi likey cheesecake! Especially when mi papi make-ed it!
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Monday, August 4, 2008

Cold, Cold Day

Mi papi y mami y yo walk-ed to Cementario de la Chacarita yesterday. It was really really cold, de verdad! We all had to wear hats as the wind was blowing all the way from Antartica! The feria was open and mi papá buy-ed me two lovely sweaters and a cape fit for a princess, with pink fun fur! I will model it for you soon! XOXO Isa.
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Wednesday, July 23, 2008


Stop feeding me this crap! You had me fool-ed for a little while. You think I am a boluda, well no more I tells you. No more verduras! ¡Nada más! I want flavour! Give me flavour! Give me Dulce de Leche! For the love of Gaucho Gil! I am Argentine! Don´t you get it by now? I want Papa fritas and Dulce de Leche together! ¡Pronto!
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Sunday, July 13, 2008

Life In The Fast Lane

Do you like my wheels? I am already driving and I am only 7 months, muy impressive, no¿ These days I have been-ed exercizing and building up my muscles. Yesterday I stood up on my own in the bathtub and tried to climb out. Mi papá says the only thing that is delayed is my teeth. They are there, but have yet to cut through. But, mi mamá is perfectly okay with that!
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Tuesday, July 8, 2008


Things have been busy here. I am busy learning to grow up! For the past six weeks I have been crawling around the house. This keeps mi mamá extra busy washing the floors. Now I am starting to stand up by getting on my knees. Also I have been eating now too! Calabaza - pumpkin, banana, zapallitos, zucchini, warm tortillas and pan - bread and the occasional cookie too! I love food, it might even be better than leche!

Wednesday, June 4, 2008


¿I don´t know what it is about paper products , but I find them highly entertaining! Here I am destroying mi brother´s diapers, and as you can see I find toilet paper quite delicious! Clean toilet paper, sin caca of course!

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Thursday, May 22, 2008


Mi mamá and yo went to visit Tía Tina today. We played dress up. I wish I had my own feather boa!

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

¿Just Stuff?

Mi mami and I watch-ed this short video this morning. I feel kind of scared now. How much of our world is going to become even sicker before we help it gets better?

Please look at my cute baby face on the right hand side, that´s right, up a little bit in the box there.

Please click here, oh you don´t want to? Look again to my cute little baby face. Are you going to say no to that? :(

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Dress Up

Mi Granny in Canada sent a lovely box of goodies last week. It had a beautiful multi coloured blanket made especially for me inside, as well as a matching scarf, which mi mami says I can not wear until I am much taller.

One especially fun thing inside, is mi mami´s white fun fur hat, that she would wear on very brrrr cold days in Canadaland. Did you know it gets quite cold here in Porteñoland in the winters? I know it hard to believe. In fact we saw some silly tourists on Florida street wearing, shorts and flip flops as if we were on the hot beaches of Brasil, when everyone else had on warm coats and sweaters.

So mi brother and I had fun trying on mami´s hat. We had so much fun-ed playing dress up. As you can see with the last foto mi papi was rather
inspir-ed dressing me up. Sort of Velvet Goldmine Glam Rock, don´t you think¿

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Friday, April 11, 2008

¡Extremeley Cute!

Gracias, TP for los regalos (presents). Besos Isa y Toto
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Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Backyardigans Do A Sneaky Tango

Or as mi big brother say, Back-jardi-gans! Although the Backyardigans is doing great things promoting the great cultural dance of Buenos Aires, The Tango, like Tango, The Backyardigans are very very addictive.

Mi Papi and his mother has cut off mi brother cold turkey! No more Backyardigans in both households! For Toto has become a Backyardiganhead, which is very dangerous.

Signs of a Backyardiganhead:

1) Constant watching of Backyardigans without stopping for food or even leche!

2)Running to the TV immediately when entering the house.

3)Backyardigan paraphernalia starts appearing mysteriously around la casa.

4)When Backyardigans is turned off, the Backyardiganhead will cry and throw fits, followed by vomiting all over the casa.

If any of your loved ones start to exhibit these symptoms after watching Backyardigans, please run and get help immediately!

If you need help and want to talk, I am here for you and will keep our conversations confidential.

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Baby Yoga

Okay, here I demonstrate Half Moon pose, that would be medialuna in castellano. My life as a Diva Porteña is a busy one of late. I don´t know how I fit it in all the fiestas, and milongas I attend with all the leche (milk) drinking, making caca and sleeping I do. But one thing I have started lately that keeps me sane...come to think of it, it actually makes me insane is baby yoga. I have started to do stretches when mi mamá puts me on the floor. Most of the poses I enjoy like taking my feet and putting in my boca (mouth), but now I am learning to roll over. What give me craze is Up Dog, and various Locust positions that I hav-ed tried. Oooooh how frustrat-ed I become and start to cry. Then mis viejos have to come over and turn me over so they don´t go craze over the noise. So Baby Yoga can be a little frustrating at times, but I keep it up because it is part of the program of learning how to crawl, which will be so much fun!
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Tuesday, March 25, 2008


Mi mamá and papá have been talking about when I get a wee bit older on how to deal with me dating boys. Mi papi is much more relaxed, but mi mami....well lets just say she will be setting some high standards. Funny thing though, Tango Baby sent this application a few weeks ago, only mi mamá probably had to give me leche and did not finish reading the application. I guess she will have to modify it for Argentinos, first of all it will have to be written in castellano!


NOTE: This application will be incomplete and rejected unless accompanied by a complete financial statement, job history, lineage, and current medical report from your doctor.

NAME_____________________________________ DATE OF BIRTH_____________

HEIGHT___________ WEIGHT____________ IQ__________ GPA_____________

SOCIAL SECURITY _________________ DRIVERS LICENSE ________________

BOY SCOUT RANK AND BADGES__________________________________________

HOME ADDRESS_______________________ CITY/STATE___________ ZIP______

Do you have parents? ___Yes ___No
Is one male and the other female? ___Yes ___No
If No, explain: _____________________________________________________________

Number of years they have been married ______________________________

If less than your age, explain


A. Do you own or have access to a van? __Yes __No

B. A truck with oversized tires? __Yes __No

C. A waterbed? __Yes __No

D. A pickup with a mattress in the back? ; __Yes __No

E. A tattoo? __Yes __No

F. Do you have an earring, nose ring, __Yes __No
pierced tongue, pierced cheek or a belly button ring?



In 50 words or less, what does 'LATE' mean to you?



In 50 words or less, what does
'DON'T TOUCH MY DAUGHTER' mean to you?


_________________________________________________________ _____

In 50 words or less, what does
'ABSTINENCE' mean to you?




Church you attend ___________________________________________________

How often you attend ________________________________________________

When would be the best time to interview your:

Father? _____________


Pastor? _____________


Answer by filling in the blank. Please answer freely all answers
are confidential.

A: If I were shot, the last place I would want shot would be:


B: If I were beaten, the last bone I would want broken is my:

; ______________________________________________________________

C: A woman's place is in the:


D: The one thing I hope this application does not ask me about is:


E. What do you want to be IF you grow up? _______________________________



F: When I meet a girl, the thing I always notice about her first is:


G: What is the current going rate of a hotel room? ______________________ ____


Applicant's Signature (that means sign
your name, moron!)

<>_______________________________ ________________________________
Mother's Signature Father's Signature

_______________________________ ________________________________
Pastor/Priest/Rabbi State Representative/Congressman

_______________________________ (Their stamp goes here )
Notary Public

Thank you for your interest, and it had better be genuine and non-sexual.
Please allow four to six years for processing.

You will be contacted in writing if you are approved. Please do not try to call or write. If your application is rejected, you will be
notified by two gentleman wearing white ties carrying violin cases. (You might watch your back)

To prepare yourself, start studying Daddy's Rules for Dating.

Daddy's Rules for Dating
Your dad's rules for your boyfriend (or for you if you're a guy):

Rule One: If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up.

Rule Two:

You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.

Rule Three:

I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.

Rule Four:

I'm sure you've been told that in today's world sex without utilizing a 'Barrier method' of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.

Rule Five:

It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when yo u expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is: 'early.'

Rule Six:

I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.

R ule Seven:

As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process than can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?

Rule Eight:

The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool, places where there is darkness, places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat. Movies with strong romantic or sexual themes are to be avoided; movies that feature chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay...Old folks homes are better.

Rule Nine:

Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.

Rule Ten:

Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi . When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bri ng my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit the car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.

Saturday, March 1, 2008

Baby Bling

Mi papi took mi in to get my ears pierc-ed last week. It is tradition here in Argentina for little girl babies to have bejewelled ears, but really it is to prevent embarrassment for other people so they can get the sex of the baby right when exclaiming how cute the nena or varon is. You should have seen the confused looks on peoples faces when mami would wrap me in a blue blanket or dress me in my favourite azul onsie. Mis viejos would explain that I wear blue because, duh mi middle name is AZUL! Anyways mi mami didn´t come with us, as she was a bit squeamish to watch, so it was mi papi´s y yo´s bonding time, and he picked out the biggest sparklers he could find, because I am his precious Reina.
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Friday, February 22, 2008

¡The Best Story Ever!

Okay, listen carefully because I am going to tell you my favorite story ever!

In a far far away place called Argentinaland liv-ed a mono pelado. He was a happy mono, eating bananas with dulce de leche, drinking mate, scratching his cola, you know doing cosas de monos. Then one day, out of the blue when he was out exploring the wild night life of the concrete jungle of Argentinaland mono pelado spotted a strange breed of mono! A mono extranjera with wavy red fur who did not speak the same mono language as mono pelado. Regardless of their poor language communication skills mono pelado and mono extranjera were always laughing, eating strange foreign foods; such as spicy vindaloo curry that mono extranjera would cook for mono pelado and he would feed her with his feet (an amazing skill you must admit!) his favorite dessert banana with dulce de leche and picking nits off each others back. Quickly mono pelado and mono extranjera fell in amor. And the World became just a teensy bit better for it.


extranjera-foreign woman,

dulce de leche-an unctuous and sweet spread made from milk used on everything

mate-an herbal drink that Argentines love and Uruguayans love even more. Tastes like a dirty ashtray, but unlike cigarettes it is really good for you!

cola-a more polite form than culo, which is a bum not the tramp bum, but bottom bum
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Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Monday, February 18, 2008


Quiero say un gracias grande to mi papi y mami´s compañeros de trabajo! The plata they collected for me when I was born-ed went towards buying mi a new coche. ¡Mi new coche is genial (cool), and all tricked out with juguetes (toys)! There is even a space for mamis and papis for their take away coffee, but since this is Argentina, there really isn´t such a thing as take away coffee, so mi mamá plans to put Gel de Alcohol Etílico in there instead, por que all la gente de Buenos Aires, keeps touching mi gorgeous self con manos sucias! Well chau, tengo hambre. Time for leche!

En casteshano sería algo como:
Gracias a los compañeros de trabajo de mis papás. La plata que me regalaron cuando nací fue para comprarme un cochecito. ¡Es genial y está tunneado con chiches! Tiene porta vasos para llevar café, pero como en Argentina la gente no acostumbra a tomar café andando por la calle, mi vieja pensó en poner un dispenser de gel de alcohol, porque todo el mundo se la pasa tocando mi hermoso cuerpo con las manos sucias. Bueno, chau, tengo hambre. A tomar la leche!
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