Summer Week #1

One of these days I will have enough time to blog properly and make my photos all cute and cropped. But for now, this will have to do. Since I am about one month behind in my blogging, I figured I better document what I can. Tino went to golf camp last week. It has been a couple years since he has played golf. (Two years no golf= almost two years that we have not had the perks of FREE golf at Disney).

Coach Jeff is wonderful. He has a lot of patience and does a great job teaching the kids about golf rules, etiquette, etc. I can't wait to see if Coach Jeff still has so much patience once "Tino's little brother" starts taking lessons. Cristian took Mateo for his first golf lessons a couple weeks ago . . . but unfortunately Coach Jeff had already finished up lessons for the season. Golf lessons won't start back up again until September (when it gets a little bit cooler outside).

Bikes bikes bikes . . . oh yikes!

So remember that time when Mateo was having issues leaving the house and taking his sister with him? And remember the time I had to set the alarm just so I could go to the bathroom? Well . . . then remember when Mateo kind of grew out of the phase of taking off without my permission???? Well, yeah . . . we're back into leaving the house without my permission. Now he escapes a lot faster down the street since he's got his transportation. He learned how to ride a two wheeler in about two seconds. And he is GOOD. Sarah really wants to learn how to ride a big bike also. But for now, a scooter or her trike will have to do.

Birthday Party Bash . . . BUSTED

Thirty five years ago today, right smack dab in the middle of my 3rd birthday party (pin-the-tail on the donkey game to be exact), my mom went into labor. We had to hurry and open presents, eat cake and ice cream, and send the party guests on their way home. My best birthday present of all was about to arrive: My baby brother. Happy Birthday Robbie! Oops, I mean Happy Birthday ROB! I love you! I hope you have as good as a birthday as I am having. Gotta go now because Cristian is taking me to my all time favorite restaurant Texas de Brazil. I'll eat a slab of meat in your honor.

Day #2

This will be our fifth hurricane season since moving to FL. I am COMPLETELY amazed by the whole thing. We had a couple weeks of absolutely beautiful weather. Not one cloud in the sky. Then all of a sudden the date changes and it's JUNE 1. The first day of Hurricane Season. We are now in the second day of hurricane season. Like clock work it has rained BOTH afternoons. Oh yeah, and can't forget the thunder and lightning. How does the weather know it needs to do that? Why didn't Mr. Rain or Mr. Thunderstorm visit us during the month of May? Or why don't they hold off until after June 11th?

Unfortunately, Sarah spent the better part of 2 hours on my lap yesterday with her head buried in my arms. Does this mean she doesn't do thunderstorms anymore? She kept running to me and saying "Mami, I cared, I cared. Hold me. " This is going to be a mighty long next six months if we don't nip this scared thing in the bud real quick. What are we going to do???????

Better Late Than Never

Yes, it's been two weeks since Sarah's birthday. Yes, it has also been two weeks since she had her three year old check up. And yes, I finally decided to make my life easier by changing pediatricians. The pediatrician group we have had since moving here is on the other side of town. That 45 minute drive gets really old . . . especially when we have to do the drive with a sick child or children. There is a new pediatrician that opened a practice 7 miles down the street from our house. One day I stumbled upon her Friday Mom Tour/Interview. She is FANTASTIC. And she really gets it with Sarah and her developmental issues (unlike the other pediatrician(s) in the other practice that always told me not to worry, everything is o.k., yadda dadda.) She is absolutely amazing. And I am so happy about this new change. Now I just need to make it official and get Mateo and Tino's medical records transfered as well. And can we say ALLERGY EYES? Unfortunately I think Sarah is starting to get allergies as well. She always has that "look" in her eyes (developmental delay), but it is enhanced with the swollen allergy eyes.