{"id":1666,"date":"2024-05-30T03:12:00","date_gmt":"2024-05-30T10:12:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/quesejoda.com\/blog\/?p=1666"},"modified":"2024-05-30T13:52:35","modified_gmt":"2024-05-30T20:52:35","slug":"lays-potato-kids","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/quesejoda.com\/blog\/lays-potato-kids\/","title":{"rendered":"Lay&#8217;s potato kids"},"content":{"rendered":"<p> I never quite understood the need to procreate to feel fulfilled in life.  I mean, if having kids is the best thing you&#8217;ve ever done, I must say you&#8217;ve lived a pretty boring life.  Well, that was until 2.5 years ago, when my child, aptly named Mai (never in Catalan, as in I&#8217;m never having kids), was born. <!--more--> When no one is looking, I&#8217;ve caught myself whispering to him &#8220;you&#8217;re the best thing that ever happened to me&#8221;.  I thought it was our little secret, until one day I nod at him across the table and mouth, &#8220;you&#8217;re the best&#x2026;&#8221;.  And Mai, as if on queue, says &#8220;si, si&#x2026; best thing happen me&#8221;.  I pretended I didn&#8217;t understand, but Alba caught on right away: &#8220;I <b>KNEW<\/b> you&#8217;d <b>LOVE<\/b> it!&#8221;.  &#8220;You knew?&#8221;.  &#8220;Yes, and so did everyone else that knows you&#8221;.  I was like, &#8220;news to me, I don&#8217;t think I even like kids, only mine&#8221;.  To which she rolled her eyes and said, &#8220;I knew you&#8217;d love it; I just wasn&#8217;t expecting it&#8217;d be more than me.&#8221; <\/p>\n<div id=\"orgee5eff0\" class=\"figure\">\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/quesejoda.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/05\/us.jpg\" alt=\"us.jpg\" \/> <\/p>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<p> The whole thing has caught me by surprise.  I mean, I frequently play hooky from work to go out mid morning for coffee and croissants.  When we were scouting daycares, my first question was &#8220;how late can I bring him in?&#8221;.  You see, everyone wants to drop off their kids as early as possible, whereas I want to know how late I can take him, just in case we&#8217;re on a roll riding around the neighborhood on bikes, or going out for coffee. <\/p>\n<p> So yes, best thing ever.  I don&#8217;t know how I&#8217;ve managed to do everything I have in life, and somehow missed this: front row seats to the greatest show on earth&#x2013; a little human seeing the world for the very first time. <\/p>\n<p> So good, that I managed to convince Alba that one wasn&#8217;t enough.  Indeed, the whole point of this long overdue post, was to say we&#8217;re expecting, but since I&#8217;ve been so busy with life this last year, I guess I should change that to say&#x2026; we have a week old new addition to our family, cause kids are like Lay&#8217;s potato chips&#x2026; you can&#8217;t have just one. <\/p>\n<div id=\"org6f89071\" class=\"figure\">\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/quesejoda.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/05\/two-kids-scaled.jpg\" alt=\"two-kids.jpg\" width=\"80%\" \/> <\/p>\n<\/p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I never quite understood the need to procreate to feel fulfilled in life. I mean, if having kids is the best thing you&#8217;ve ever done, I must say you&#8217;ve lived a pretty boring life. Well, that was until 2.5 years ago, when my child, aptly named Mai (never in Catalan, as in I&#8217;m never having &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/quesejoda.com\/blog\/lays-potato-kids\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Lay&#8217;s potato kids<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1666","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/quesejoda.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1666","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/quesejoda.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/quesejoda.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/quesejoda.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/quesejoda.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1666"}],"version-history":[{"count":19,"href":"https:\/\/quesejoda.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1666\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1693,"href":"https:\/\/quesejoda.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1666\/revisions\/1693"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/quesejoda.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1666"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/quesejoda.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1666"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/quesejoda.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1666"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}