
Where does your baby sléep?
My baby sleeps in a big basket called a Moisés with a mosquito net over it. In El Salvador it's also pretty normal for babies to sleep in bed with the mom or in the hammock.

My baby sleeps in a big basket called a Moisés with a mosquito net over it. In El Salvador it's also pretty normal for babies to sleep in bed with the mom or in the hammock.
Seen on FB. That curl though!
To my knowledge the Indian kitchen is the only Indian restaurant in El salvador, and the owner has gone somewhat viral on social media.
I'm a US citizen, and my daughter's father is a Mexican citizen. I live in El Salvador. Getting ready for her birth in August, I've been gearing up to do all the paperwork at my embassy to register her as a US citizen born in another country. However, I've come to learn that even though my daughter only needs one parent to transmit citizenship (me), BOTH parents are required to attend the consular interview. But her father lives in Mexico, has never left Mexico, and actually doesn't even have a passport. So what's the solution? As it was explained to me, the easiest way is to leave him off the birth certificate. The way that the system is set up makes it easy for me to transmit my citizenship to her as a single parent, and potentially impossible if her father's on the birth certificate (because even if he has a passport and is able to fly here, there's no guarantee that he will pass immigration in order to attend the interview). It's ridiculous and frustrating to me, because the system is basically set up in such a way that incentivizes me to legally disenfranchise him.
I was at the circus a few years ago with an ex-boyfriend and snapped this picture. The performers are related and told me that they are both 142 cm.
So I'm on my 2nd flight of the day, midnight to 6:30 am, and I am pregnant, tired, sore ,dehydrated, and already thrown off from an issue with check in with my previous flight. I board my Avianca flight and get to my seat: 21a. A middle aged man is in my seat, and his wife(?) is in 21b. I am just so tired and I don't wanna argue, so I take 21c (aisle) and they give me dirty looks, as if they're miffed they don't have the row to themselves. I just want to be away from these people, so I ask about upgrading to an exit row, but I cannot because I am pregnant.
After we hit cruising altitude, the woman points out that there are 2 seats open in the row ahead, 20. She suggests that I move to row now. Now annoyed, I said ''the announcement clearly said that we need to sit in our assigned seats for the duration of the flight.'' She scoffs and says again that I could move to row 20.
Then, I saw something that I have never seen before. This woman takes her shoes off and puts her bare feet INTO the black mesh magazine holder in the seat in front of her. She pushes it down with her feet until its parallel to the floor, perpendicular to the seat in front of her, with her knees now up close to her chest. After a few minutes it broke. She and her husband seem surprised.
I decided to flee. I do indeed now move to row 20, because I am genuinely concerned that these people are unhinged. The lady folds down what was once my tray table in 21c to place her stuff on, and stretches out over the now 2 seats to sleep.
I waited until they were off the plane to talk to a flight attendant about what happened, because I was genuinely concerned that this lady would lose her shit on me.
First time at this airport. Nearly didn't get on my flight to San Francisco with my _valid US passport_ .
So later today I'm flying on to El Salvador. I already had the boarding pass to fly to El Salvador (on Avianca), I only needed the Alaska one for San Francisco. Lady at the Alaska counter told me they couldn't check me in for my flight to San Francisco because I didn't have proof of return travel from El Salvador (???). I was so confused, because El Salvador does _not_ require proof of return travel to enter, and never has. What's more, I have a Salvadoran foreigner resident card issued by the Salvadoran Govt. The lady kept insisting it wasn't valid, and she couldn't accept it as proof of residency, despite the fact that it's literally the only proof of residency that exists. She pointed to the issue date and said 'see, it's expired.' I pointed out the date right below that: the expiry date. She peered at the second date and smugly announced that it was still expired. The expiry date is in August. It's May. SHE WAS READING THE MONTH AND DAY BACKWARDS. I mean..... Cmon, even BARTENDERS know that any other country in the world uses day/month/year. How can someone who works in an airport not know that? I was gobsmacked. Made in on the flight but didn't get to eat before, which is hard on me as a very pregnant lady at this moment.
After almost 1.5 years with this goofy ass haircut, I've just shaved my head in anticipation of the imminent birth of my daughter (the braids take a lot of time to do, so it's incompatible with having a newborn). It's been a blessed ride with you all here on this sub. Here are some photos from my baby shower to say goodbye to this cut. I'm a big fan of y'all on this sub: members, mods, and ungodly abominations of haircut havers.