|Jari and Lettie|
In Mexico, basically, we are doing it wrong, and the person who explained this to me the most explicitely is Jari's self-appointed Mexican grandma, Lettie. Before I realized what was happening, Vlad had given away our brand new baby** to this random woman at the Christmas potluck in La Cruz who wound up explaining to me just exactly why I didn't know what I was doing. The very nice, but insistent, Lettie said she would hold him while we ate, but she also decided to give me a lesson in Mexican parenting.
Evidently, Mexicans don't take their babies out until they are 40 days old, and the moms don't go out either. I'm not sure what you are supposed to do inside for 40 days (go insane, perhaps??), but inside you oughtta stay. It has something to do with the baby getting sick and the mom needing plenty of rest. All nice things, but I would absolutely die if we were stuck in the boat for that long.
Additionally, Mexicans keep their babies literally under wraps when they take them out. This was Lettie's main complaint as she asked me for a blanket and I again got "the look" from a gaggle of Mexican women. They are terrified that the baby might get cold. Nevermind that it is a balmy 82 degrees outside or that I had been battling Jari's heat rash for several days. A blanket was definitely needed. Of course, I didn't have the right blanket. Most Mexicans keep their little ones bundled under a double layer of fleece, covering every inch of their kiddos including their heads. How they breathe is a mystery to me, not to mention avoiding the aforementioned heat rash.
In Lettie's defense, she's right. I don't know what I'm doing. We just disagree on the details. Anyway, I ate quickly and kept telling Vlad, "You had best go get my baby back."
** And in Vlad's defense, I gave our baby away yesterday to the woman who cooks at our favorite taco stand in La Cruz (best tortillas ever!). She came up and offered to hold him while we ate, and for some reason I felt totally comfortable just handing him over. Maybe it's because she makes such good tacos. Whatever. Jari loved her. Seriously, loved her. And she didn't say a single word about my bad parenting!