Thursday, May 29, 2008
We live in a stupid apartment complex with no place for the kids to play. I'm a paranoid mother thinking that everyone is out to steal my kids or harm them in some way, so I want them to play within my view. I allowed for them to ride their bikes on the sidewalk in front of our apartment. They rode for a while and then the two girls parked their bikes next to the window and came inside to play on the computer. I didn't see J come inside, maybe I was in the kitchen - I'm not sure. But when I didn't see his bike parked next to the others I figured he'd strayed behind the complex. I have specifically told him NOT to leave the front of the apartment, so I was gearing my mom-self to scold the little punk.
I walk outside with NO SHOES ON (I like being barefooted) and kinda rush around the complex trying to spot the kid. The concrete was freaking HOTT. With a double T. I didn't find him, so I panicked a little but came inside to put some shoes on and look for him on the other side. I went to the other side and didn't spot him either. At this point PANIC has set in full blast and my heart has stopped. I start walking back to the apartment when I spot his bike next to another apartment door. Being the paranoid mother that I am, I start SCREAMING out his name on top of my lungs - my throat still hurts - and banging on the door where his bike is. I'm so freaking hysterical I start banging on a couple of doors trying to see if my kid is in one of these places and ready to murder whoever lured him in. I'm running up and down the sidewalk screaming his name when a little voice of LOGIC told me to check inside the damn apartment.I came to the door and holler for him and he answers. He comes to the door and I've never been so happy to see the little punk. My heart starts working again and all these emotions surface and next thing I know I'm in tears. I tell the little punk to go get his bike from where he left it and plop myself down to recover.
One concerned neighbor asked what was going on and was about to go off looking for J when I FOUND him. Of course, I call DH to tell him of my HORRIFIC ordeal, and he only laughs. In retrospect, I did look like some kind of psycho by screaming and banging and running around like crazy. I feel bad for banging on people's doors like a maniac... I think I woke them up. Eeesh.
Kids want to ride their bikes again... I'm gonna go watch them like a hawk.
Friday, May 23, 2008
Emma: Genius in the making from Peace in the Storm on Vimeo.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
Yep, spring... er, summer is here.
Friday, May 16, 2008
Today I also had my post-partum appointment, and lemme tell you I was livid by the time I got out. I asked DH to take the morning off so I could go sans kids. He obliged and I even left EARLY to make sure that I would get out of there early as well. In my brain, this makes sense: get there on time, leave there on time. ANYWAY, my appointment was at 9 a.m. - I got there at about 8:30 a.m. I wasn't seen until a few minutes before 10. I left at 10:15. Almost TWO HOURS of my time - GONE. Every single time WITHOUT fail this happens to me. EVERY SINGLE TIME. I hate this stupid doctor's office and once I get my birth control, I'm not going back. I'll go to the same family practitioner I take the kids to. STUPID PEOPLE - AAAARRRRGGGHHH! To top it off the doctor always seems to treat me like I'm an IDIOT. I know I'm young, I know I'm Mexican and I know I have a bunch of kids - but this does not give you the right to categorize me or label me as that of a stupid knocked-up statistic. I am a smart, educated woman that is not the least bit TRADITIONAL in how she runs her life. Saying, "Wow, you really did some research." in a condescending tone is very infuriating and only confirms that you think I'm stupid.
Okay, once those two hours of my life were WASTED. We all headed to J's school to catch his "performance." We got there in time, although with our monster stroller we had to stand in the back. I was able to sneak to the front and record a video of him singing - until this insanely tall girl blocked my view of him. Hmmphh. We also ate lunch together (cafeteria food - some was good some was BAD) and then off he went to play with his friends, DH went back to work, and the girls and I headed home.
I leave you with a video of my firstborn...
May 16, 2008 - 1st Grade Concert from Peace in the Storm on Vimeo.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Add 1/3 CUP of tomato sauce. Stir and coat rice evenly.
Add 1/2 TSP of Garlic Powder
Add 2 TBS of Chicken Bouillon. Stir to distribute spices evenly.
Bring to a boil and then bring to a low heat. Cover and let simmer until all the liquid is absorbed or about 20 minutes. If you use a clear lid, it's easier to tell when all the liquid is gone. Let stand for 5 minutes after you've turned off the heat.
DO NOT AT ANY POINT TAKE OFF THE LID OR STIR THE RICE....
REPEAT AFTER ME... "NOOOOO"
Monday, May 12, 2008
Dear Tooth Fairy,
I have a tooth and I know that it is out but I might have eaten it. please give me a prize thank you. Name Jesus Castillo
So, being the great (and exhausted) parents that we are, we completely forgot to snatch it during the night and put a "prize" in it's place. The following day, we reasoned with J that maybe he needed to put it in the MAILBOX (duh!) so that the tooth fairy could take it and deliver his "prize." Satisfied with our explanation (a.k.a excuse) he went out and put his letter in the p.o. box.
The following day DH called to REMIND me to go take out the letter from the p.o. box and in its place put a prize (pictures to follow). I ran out there AFTER the mail carrier had left and was surprised to see that his "letter" was no longer in our box. Now, he didn't drop it in the outgoing mail slot, or put it in an envelope or anything remotely close to MAILING it, so I was very surprised to see it was gone. I imagined the mail carrier would just ignore it and I would find it there... I was wrong, obviously. I pushed the thought aside and placed the prize in the box and went on my merry way.
When J got home from school I gave him the box keys and told him to see of the Tooth Fairy had replied. Internet, you could HEAR his excited shouting from across the complex, "MAMI! She did! She did! She got me a prize!" Points for us, after having failed terribly the day before.
This is MY response to HIS letter:
This is his/her letter:
Thursday, May 08, 2008
He was holding Baby E, giving ME a much needed break from holding her. He was holding her different ways, trying to entertain her, trying to put her to sleep and mostly just trying to keep her happy and keep her from crying. He sat down for a few minutes since Baby E was content at the time when she had a sneezing fit. LOUD and EXPLOSIVE sneezes came from this tiny 10-plus pound creature. One sneeze after another, after another and with every sneeze her expression was even funnier than the last. Something about squeezing her tiny little eyes shut and just letting it go... anyway, after she was done DH looked PROUDLY at her and said, "Yep, this is my daughter." As if there was ever any doubt about that. One look at her and you can see the striking resemblance between father and daughter. I've always said that with each kid that's born they look more and more like DH - I guess now they are also being born with his sneezing ability. Who needs DNA tests when all you gotta do is hear your kid sneeze. That, my friends, is the moment of truth.