February is always a big month for the crew aboard Bettie because Vlad and I both have our birthdays within a week. Last year, we had just made it through the Panama Canal, and this year we are living it up in Mexico with our own brand new Mexicano. Who knew a year could bring so much?
Alas, Vlad's birthday didn't include a Sayulita extravaganza, but, thanks to Bethany on S/V Lilo, we did have an awesome baby-free lunch. (I don't know how he does it, but Jari always picks meal times to get fussy. Must be a baby spidey sense or something.) Other than that, we pretty much spent the day in a family cuddle pile, and then Vlad made us birthday pot roast in the pressure cooker. That's right. Vlad made his own birthday dinner, and it was delicious.
This has nothing to do with birthdays, but here's a quick update on Jari's passport situation. I spoke with the embassy in Guadalajara again, and all is well. We should have his full passport here in time, but if we don't they can make up an emergency one the week before. This response is much more acceptable than the one I got from the guy in Puerto Vallarta with the "walking your three month old across the border" mumbo jumbo, and hopefully this is the end of our bureaucratic mess. Which, come to think of it, is not a bad birthday present.