Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Miss A.

Well Miss. A, you may have had your biggest temper tantrum eva today.  It was so damn extreme that while you were flinging around (whilst in time out) you hit your foot on the piano and hurt yourself.  Damn girl.  

When you finally calmed down -  - - did I mention that it was all over a squeeze toy I gave to Ellie to help with her homework.  When you chilled out we went to the grocery store.  You were all giddy, I have no clue why.  Maybe you just needed to cry and scream over nothing.  We start walking up to the store and I mention that dad and I have to go back to work to meet a customer this evening to sell a car.  You say, "Birds look so cool because they don't have arms."  Then you switch back and say, "The bad news is you have a meeting, the good news is you are getting us money."

I thoroughly enjoy that you used "we" when you discussed us making money.  I love that "we" is not utilized when "we" discuss the mess in the house or the chores that "we" need to do.  I LOVE LOVE LOVE that you think birds look cool due to a lack of arms.  You are interesting!

Later this evening I mentioned that you have piano tomorrow.  You yelled, "Whoohoo".  I loved the response and suggested that anytime we hear the word piano we high five and then fist pump.  

Today has worn you out little love.  Good luck with tomorrow.

Friday, September 13, 2013

Tu'Padre

Last night your dad had a dream that he and Otto, THE DOG, moved to Alaska and became..........................................................................................................................................................





BEAR KILLERS


They would go into troubled towns and take care of the bear.  Otto would distract the bear by biting their heels and then your dad would take it down.  He and Otto became heroes.  People would give them their first child as a thank you.

Yes, you are welcome.

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Palm Springs Part 2


This was our dinner joint the 2nd night.  Yes!  


What? The Captain was on his phone texting every man in his life, no way.  I don't believe it.  


This place was super cool.  


Palm Springs


Dad and I went to Palm Springs this past weekend, sans you guys.  Twas great.  You guys had fun with your babysitter and dad and I ate until we looked like we were with child.  This is a look I do so well!  


 Our room was gigantic.  It was sort of 2 rooms.


Here is The Captain at a restaurant called Mirasol.  He claims that this meal is going to be his "last meal" if he is ever in the prison.  Not just in the prison, but on death row.  IF he has to write down what he wants to eat - Chicharonis.  Some meal of small pieces of pork fried to perfection and then slathered in tomatillo sauce and beans.  Turns out the owner/chef is from the same part of Mexico as your father, because "of course".  He can sniff a Jalisco native out like a dog to a human crotch.  What is up with that anyway?  Do I take it as a compliment when a dog can't get enough of my lady slot?  Yes, I do.  


The breakfast joint we ate at was so damn fabulous.  Scone'ish eggs benedict.  Cheekys was the place and Hell yes was my response.  Tu padre had chilaquilles, because "OF COURSE".  He is so adventurous, I swear that man is a broken record when it comes to Mexican food.  


This is your dad "trying" to smile.