

I guess it's not an object, but rather a place that helps define who I have become...the beach. You see, the girls and Chris have a blast when we're out there, and we try to be there very often. As soon as the weather is right (warm enough), we're off to the beach. Sometimes as often as 3 weekends in a row. Warm weather is good, but in the beach is even better.
We all love the beach. Love it. I love the smell of salt water, sunblock, meat being grilled, and I love getting to SPI and eating sandy sandwiches and doritos. Weird, I know. But you know what, something weirder is that even though I love going to the beach, I do not like getting in the water. Now, I do get in the water for the shots (of course) and it's not like I don't get wet, it's just that I prefer to watch everything from a distance and just cool off by the shallow area (plus I can't swim anyway).
So what do I do while the kids are playing? Well, I just take pictures, lay down, talk to dh, read, and just enjoy the sun. So here's to another warm spring hoping that it gets here a bit faster (though we're averaging in the high 80's everyday).
TFL!

And with that, I felt very, very small. How could I have overseen something so obvious? How could I assume that my kids would know the language and heritage just because everyone else around us does? Yep, indeed, I'm Mexican; and this past weekend, our city celebrated the
Every year we celebrate
My girls had an opportunity to dress up (and they did) and Christopher ran the 5K race on Saturday morning (no convincing him to dress up). Having felt bad , I took the opportunity to explain a bit of our heritage to 














