The things they say

Went to Avila Valley barn with the family today. We were going along on a hay ride when Lexi started tossing the straw everywhere. She was throwing it in people’s hair and off the side of the wagon and annoying the shit out of just about everyone. When she threw some down Mateo’s shirt, that’s where I drew the line. I told her to knock it off and make it better. When I turned a couple minutes later to check her progress she was shaking the crap out of her brother. So I asked her what the heck she was doing. “I’m getting the gay out of Mteo” she said. Somewhere in the mix of the day she had thought hay was pronounced gay but I had to just let it ride because this was, of course, my feather boa loving, high heel wearing, make-up obsessed son that had been hiding in my closet earlier in the morning that she was referring to. Oh the things they say!

I am beginning to realize that my son was born with a built in alarm clock. Every morning he wakes up before six thirty, rain or shine, six o’ clock bed time or 10. What I want to know is where the damn snooze button is.

Say Cheese

Ok, we needed some pictures on here, far too texty for my tastes...



This is as close to Ruben smiling as we are going to get....



Mateo might be a bit excited in this one!



Lexi - Hammin' it up as usual




Mateo with the pose that keeps him from being murdered sometimes...



Lexi - goofy as usual...







I'm trying to teach Mateo to cheese it up...

So, I’m sitting here, eating a cookie, wondering why the hell I am so fat. This is the part where I throw in a nasally, “its not faaaiiiirrrr!!!!”

Silly Mom - pockets are for Crazies!

In the car this morning, Lexi leans forward from her car seat, shouting, “Here Mommy! Heeerrreee!!”
I look back to see her arm outstretched with her forefinger and thumb pinched together.
“Here Mommy, I have a coin for you!”
I looked at her, so excited about her imaginary coin but was too tired too care much so I replied, “Oh, Thank you, Honey. Can you put it in your pocket for me?”
She reaches down to see her dress and says back, “I don’t have a pocket, Mom!”
“Can you pretend you have one?”
“No! I can’t because that would be crazy – really crazy, Mom!”
So the imaginary coin is completely acceptable but an imaginary pocket to put it in is crazy?
Now you understand why I was too tired to care! This kind of logic exhausts the crap out of me!

Today was a completely wasted effort – no comedic relief, no dramatic climax, no fulfilling ending – if I truly am the director of the movie that is my life – can I just delete this scene to not waste any valuable screen time?