My World Wide Travels

So I turns out that my life (that consists of diaper changing, kid request filling, may be shower taking, and sometime clean house) actually has a bit of world travel. Well, not really, but my emails seem to suggest it. Early this morning during my internet quick check, I came across several perplexing emails about whether or not I was ok. Turns out my email me took a trip to London and forgot to travel with insured travelers checks because she was mugged and lost everything but her ability to email any random person she has ever emailed with that account begging for money. Thank heavens for real friends who still offered me the cash!!

Teasing. Anyways, those who know me, know I never go anywhere without my ninja warriors (Don't mess with this crew and their bamboo skills!)

and my Russian spy!


The email was ridiculously funny, but I still feel bad for all those emails falling into the hands of some person who happens to be in Nigeria of all places with nothing better to do than to concoct silly tragedies and force people like me to abandon their 12+ year email account.


Now I am going to take a lesson on peaceful meditation from the master:

Too bad the picture quality doesn't do this pose justice. The one hand grips the sheet as the other holds onto his ever growing amount of dreads and he pushes his diapered self up while crossing his legs. Totally a great way to sleep. Whatever is making him only wake up at most ONCE A NIGHT!!!! just do it.

POST POST--the most exciting part of all this is that someone from the FBI called my house about it! What? I felt all cold war like. Well, it was definitely more exciting than getting around to doing the dishes.

Giddy-up!

First I was like--


Lucky. . .




Then I was like


What?

Happy Halloween

I love how my kids have strong personalities. It can be brutal at times, but for most of our lives, it just makes for a lot of fun. For example, my two oldest are in love with their costumes. They have worn them multiple times already. I am positive they will still be wearing them after Halloween.

Groupon Exploration

Thank you groupon for our Children's Museum adventure. The 45 min drive from our house was a hurdle I never would have made to go to the best children's museum near San Antonio save it were for Groupon. Although it was just like any average children's museum, it was amazingly fun plus who couldn't love painting a real car!

I suppose I will forgive you for the misleading purchase I made for a pumpkin patch "deal" that ended up being a major waste of time and money. The groupon cost more than the normal admission price and came with four "free" coupons to ride a train that really was hollowed out barrels pulled behind a tractor.
Everything in the patch cost $3 to participate in which isn't that big of a deal if you have 1 kid to pay for. It gets ridiculous with 3. I would have rather paid to play somewhere else. At least we could commiserate with my sister and her family. Thanks for being troopers.

He's So Cute

So says Talia. And I have to agree.

Rabble and the H-factor

"The word rabble usually represents a disorderly crowd, but we recently learned that a group of butterflies is also called a rabble." (from the Houston Center of Contemporary Craft) Turns out that while we were in Houston, there was a "very special opportunity to contribute to a rabble—and not one, but two, public art projects." (HCCC)

To continue quoting from their site:

"As part of our 10th Anniversary celebrations, we are asking our members, friends and visitors to help us turn colored origami papers into three-dimensional butterflies that commemorate special events and activities this fall. Look for tables set up in the small gallery or lobby, where you can sit down and learn this simple origami fold. We expect that, over the course of the project, the installation of your butterflies will grow to cover a complete display wall at HCCC."

"The butterflies will have a second life during the Spring 2013 unveiling of I Never Saw Another Butterfly at The Holocaust Museum Houston. The Museum is collecting 1.5 million handmade butterflies in a visual remembrance of the 1.5 million children who perished during the Holocaust. When the rabble settles down at HCCC, we will contribute the butterflies made by all of you to this honorable project. So, come on over, get folding, and join us for this fantastic community project."



Mia was loving it, and made 4-5 butterflies at the museum. She hasn't really stopped thinking about how we could make and use these butterflies. Tiago made one and then found some shiny origami paper to make a jet. Joaquin loved starring at them on the wall. Talia was streaming and yelling about everything. We stayed as long as we could with her antics or in this case her attempt at rabble rousing. I confess I was more than tempted to join in the craziness, but I got over it. Too bad the kids will not have the chance to see their butterflies at their final resting place. I just isn't really appropriate for their ages.

Blades vs Wheels

When I was a little girl (not so little that it was precious but definitely younger than now), I would pretend I was an olympic ice skater. Only draw back, roller skates just don't have the same physical capacities that ice skates do. I would make up various routines and even attempt tricks. Every so often, my family would visit our local rec center to ice skate and my ambition left me. For some reason sharp blades and hard ice were a bit more intimidating then the 8 pink wheels of my roller skates. So, when I found out that here in Houston there were rink times available for families during the day, I jumped at it. I was bummed out that I couldn't be on the ice with the kids but I couldn't bail on Joaquin and I was pretty sure it wasn't safe to bjorn it up on the ice. Thank heavens we had helmets and excited kids.









Fernando asked the kids what was easier and they all agreed that ice skating was far easier. I think they forgot the death grip on the wall of the rink, but I would take that above a 30 year old mom struggling (and sweating profusely) in order to hold you up while roller skating. I loved every minute of it.