That week I didn't post?

That was everyone in the house taking turns getting sick and keeping me from sleeping. If snot were worth money, I'd be cashing checks, 'cause all I did all week was wipe noses. And not sleep. Yawwwwn.

I had time to be online, just not motivation to blog, so here's what I was doing instead: surfing the net for all things Twilight. I also found some vintage 80s MTV Cheese on YouTube that made me very happy but I won't expect you to share that particular illness with me. 'Cause I love ya, I will share with you the Twilight find of the week (sorry for the mixed up seasonality); if you don't find this funny... maybe you need some sleep deprivation in your life, like me. It makes me giggly, apparently.

Oh yeah, she's gonna hate me

Surely you remember Gigi's Superman curl. I figure she'll either love me or hate me for that when she's a teenager. (My possible save is if she's a buzz-cut punker who dyes her hair pink. 'Cause then, that curl will be ROCKIN'. In my opinion. 'Course, I'm a mom, so WTH do I know, right?) Anyway, even if she likes her forehead cowlick(!?!), she's gonna hate me for imparting the lashes-for-miles DNA to her brother rather than her. I would. It's really grossly unfair, actually. Check it out.



But on a good karma note, check out this seriously cool contest. You can win either a pair of handknit socks in your favorite color, or some handspun. Score either way! Go enter. :)

Oh no she di'n't! ...oh, hi mommy.

Ready or Not, Here I Come!

Breeent, where are you? I can't find you...

(Even if he were a better hider, he giggles and snorts like a farm animal the whole time. I hope he likes being "it" when he gets to school.)

First cereal feeding

Gigi had a tbsp of barley cereal with 4 tbsp of warm water today while the rest of us had beef & potatoes stroganoff with broccoli, corn, and red peppers. She acted like she'd been eating off of a spoon all her life; not a drop on her clothes. I could probably have fed her twice as much, but I didn't want to risk making her sick. I should have started doing this a month ago.

I got no pictures because Will was home late from work and just getting dinner cooked without him helping me with the kids left me not in the mood to remember to take pictures. :(

All the Kids & Grandkids together

This is what my grandmother from Bogota asked for, and the reason for my insane trek across hundreds of miles of Texas with 2 small children strapped in the backseat of the car last week. It actually went much better than anticipated by the way. My boy made me proud.

From left to right, top row: Ana, Brent, me, Gigi, my brother CJ, his son Nico. Bottom row: my mom Tere, my brother Jonathan, his daughter Kaya, my sister Claudia, and her daughter Lori.



Here's my grandmother Cecilia, for whom I was named, with my mom, me, and my 2 kids. A four generations picture. Pretty cool.


Oh, and please, help me out with something here.

Poll: Is the pink print on the right sidebar of my blog all on top of CJ, Clau, Nico, and Lori? I've been seeing it that way for a while now but I figured it was just this laptop's formatting or something. But now I'm wondering if everyone is seeing my photos all interrupted by text too.

Is this a Gerber Baby face or what?



Taken during Brent's 1st ever cereal feeding, the date on this photo is 11/11/05. I've been thinking Gigi seems ready... but she's so young! Well, he was younger. Guess I'm buying baby cereal next shopping trip. If it were up to her, she'd be eating pizza with us. She sure tries!

1st post of '09

Hear me out. This is interesting. So, I stopped reading the Twilight movie script I found online for long enough to browse through Discover's end-of-year issue (I had to go to the bathroom, okay?) and found this story about hailstones-from-hell.

Megacryometeors, scientists call 'em. 'Cause they're really big, really ice, and they crash down out of the sky when there's not a cloud in sight. But they're really just hail. Riiight. It's our fault, greenhouse effect, extreme weather and all that. It doesn't make sense to me. How does a 400 lb chunk of ice have time to form like a hailstone, onion-skin thin layers of condensation around a dustmote held aloft by wind and barometric pressures, before it finally falls?

Weeeird. Watch your head, Chicken Little.

Okay, geek moment over. Here's some NYE08 pictures of the family:

Me & the boy.


Baby girl & her great grandmother, a youthful beauty at 89. I can only hope for such longevity.


Will made faces at Gigi.


And Dad called every. single. person. on his contact list while Brent swore all night he did NOT have to go potty.


We ate tamales and grapes because Mamash insisits they're lucky, watched the ball drop in Times Square, cracked up as Evil Kneivil's LAs Vegas stunt jump got virtually disastered in every way imaginable -- my favorite was the too low over the volcano catch on fire then slam into the ramp and explode -- LOL!, then finally slinked home to collapse Brent and then ourselves into bed.

Welcome 2009. I hope you're as happy to see us as we are to see you. :)