Not Slippery When Wet

A few days ago, I made a ridiculously long trip up to the San Marcos outlets in hopes of buying some school clothes for Mia. Unfortunately, most of our options were spasmodic tie dye wonders and too short of shorts. I wasn't about to let the funky trends ruin my trip. We stopped in at toy store and purchased some exciting water toys: A large beach ball that shoots water from three separate holes and the classic Slip and Slide. We managed to waste several hours perusing other stores and eventually made it home. Side note. Fernando usually comes home around dinner time everyday. The outlet day he some how was magically off at 2 pm. Bummer. I did have my cell phone, but I don't think it has been charged in weeks. End of note.

We have had many opportunities to utilize the ball of wonder including in some spontaneous "Olympic Events" (to be posted later). Today though, we pulled out all the stops and the slip n' slide for some crazy fun. Determining the front yard to have the greater slope, we busted out the slide to find no instructions, and only 4 of the necessary 8 pegs. I say necessary, but without the instructions, how could one really be sure. At this point, there was no turning back. While setting it up, I got a strong whiff of poop. I took some investigative looks and sniffs to discover cat droppings very near our site of slipping (and on my big toe. . .I am somewhat to blame since I didn't have my contacts in). I attempted complete removal using a jimmy rigged, short noticed, my kids need to get on the slide pronto technique. Didn't work. I hosed it off as best I could and tried to think open thoughts.

Time to slide or so you would think. The water was spraying everywhere but the slide and even I couldn't muster enough speed to get a good slide (yes, I did try a few slips which wasn't a modest idea with my white BYU shirt!) Did that stop anyone?

One Small Step For Each Tovar, One Giant Step for Our Family

It seems like everyone is experiencing little change in our family. Fernando is using screws not only to wire his first surround sound, but in operations on people who strangely could use a few screws here and there. He even has been watching TV. Mind you it is the Olympics and Phelps is incredible to watch, but still Fernando has never been a TV watcher.

Mia, well her life is about ready to go topsy turvy with school starting in a few weeks. She'll be sporting a new hairdo. She has been growing it out in hopes to have in touch her knees. This self proclaimed goal wasn't championed by her mother. In fact the near daily struggles to get her to brush her hair made cutting it even more desirable. Lucky for all, Mia really loved my hair cut (and color. . .wait a few more years little girl) and liked the idea I had been planting in her head for months now to donate her hair to those who no longer had any. Locks of love will be receiving some beautiful hair. She has made a funny comment her hair.
"Mommy, I cant swish my hair anymore. See, it's short here in the back and gets taller in the front." She tried swishing like she had before with her pony tails, but alas. . .no more swing. I confess that although I loved her hair, I'm digging the ease of this new do. We've decided she can grow and donate all she wants.


Tiago has found the real use for his pull ups. We won't go into much detail there, but oh what a good challenge this has proved to be. He has everything down, but just won't self initiate the process. My favorite is hearing him sing "Life is a Highway" as he washes his hands. I want to make sure the soap gets rubbed on long enough to wash away any potential bugs.


Talia is crossing off developmental markers all over the place. Not only has she quite the dexterity with her hands, she has found her toes, her tummy, and a beautiful set of sounds. It's funny when she rolls over. It is almost like her body forces her to do so and then she protests via shrieks. She will often roll over in her sleep and wake up with a sense of betrayal. Other times she loves the new perspective.

Out of the Mouth of Babes

One of my favorite church videos is "Out of the Mouth of Babes". Nothing too different from any primary teachers' comment portions of their lessons on Sunday (which I will observe more frequently now with my calling as Primary Pianist). Aside from the silly comments, there are several precious testimonies shared. This morning we had our very own movie moment. Mia and Tiago were finishing breakfast while I was doing the dishes. I began singing a primary song I learned on Sunday about Christ's baptism. Mia and Tiago then began talking about when they will be baptized and the Sacrament. Tiago told me about how the bread represents His body. I gave the affirmation he was looking for and then he added "Jesus loves me. He wants to give me hugs and kisses. Jesus want to play with me." I often think about how much our Heavenly Father misses His precious children and how much our Savior thinks about all those He suffered for. As an imperfect mother, I know how much I long for my children. I am sure that Heavenly Father appreciates all the tender touches and expressions of love we share with one another. His vicarious way to be apart of our physical lives. The reality of His love is so apparent in the loving interactions I witness from my children.