Daniel Turns 4

Querido Vaquero,

Your cumpleanos was on Wednesday. But I didn't tell you it was your cumpleanos. You think your cumpleanos was on Friday...when we celebrated it. I didn't want you to be confundido.

During the dia, we did all your favorite cosas...we went for a ride on our bicicletas and we swam.

That night, we had a real fiesta, complete with tacos, melancia, jicama,

ice-chilled refrescos,

a pinata (which you helped make...you wanted to paint in the tree),

and globos.

The hardest part of the day was keeping you and James (the chupacabras) out of the refridgerator where the crocodilo was resting. You two chupacabras were hungry for some azucar all day!

El crocodilo cupcakes
It was worth the wait.

Feliz Cumpleanos!

Con Amor,

Mama

A Dog Chasing His Tail

I set out 12 paper cupcake liners and our muffin tin. I told James to put one liner in each cup. It took a while, but he did succeed to put one liner in each cup except for one. He did not realize there was one more paper liner on the floor behind him. After placing 11 liners in, he noticed one cup was empty. So, he picked up an already-placed liner and put it in the empty cup. Well, now there was another empty cup. So, he picked up another already-placed liner and put in in the empty cup. I think he moved around 8 liners before he gave up. It reminded me of a dog chasing his tail.

I Think the Curls are Coming

James has them too....the curls. I'm so delighted. If they come in anything like his brother's, he will have mullet curls for a while. Then he will have mo hawk and mullet curls, and then everything else will grow in.

All Clean

We have been back from vacation for three weeks now. Since being home I have cleaned almost every inch of my house. Water damage was the culprit to most of my cleaning. My kids were the other major culprit.

Well, just when I thought everything was done, I went to the garage to get the drill to hang a rack. When I stuck my hand into the tool box, it was wet...two inches of water wet. So I scrubbed that clean too. Now our toolbox is finally organized and smells like clorox.

So, is a clean, organized toolbox unmanly? Would Christian be ashamed to open it in front of his friends? Is that like sending your third grade boy to school with a Strawberry Shortcake tin lunch box and a napkin with the message "I love you" resting on top?

One of those Days

Labor Day took us to Rockport, MA (our favorite little coastal town). It was a "pause to smell the ocean and feel the sunshine" type of day. We spent the evening conversing with friends, eating fresh seafood, climbing on the rocks, and licking hand whipped fudge off our fingers.

"Mom, the fish was this big."

Summer Bounty

Their bags were filled with peaches found here.

James ate 2 softball sized peaches that afternoon/evening. I wasn't sure if the size 4 diaper I had him in was going to contain the evidence of our sweet, juicy adventure.

Daddy's Homecoming

6pm is a magic time around here. The two kiddos and I sit on our front step to wait for Dad to come home. It is so fun to sit there in anticipation of his arrival. We check every car that drives by. When Dad finally drives up the welcoming party erupts (waving, screaming, pointing, dancing, giggling). I don't know if the arrival party happens because of the little show Christian puts on as he drives up or if it is in anticipation of the tickling and wrestling that is moments away.

One day I would love to have a wrap around front porch with a swing. By then, my kids will probably not want to swing and wait for Dad to get home. I guess our crumbly cement step will be in our memories forever.