"What we do in this life, echoes in eternity."
Maximus, Gladiator
"Our creator would never have made such lovely days, and given us the deep hearts to enjoy them, above all thought, unless we were meant to be immortal."
Nathaniel Hawthorne

Thursday, September 18, 2008

My Boy Scout

My Gorgeous Son has been attending Boy Scout's meetings for a couple of weeks, and since he's his mama's son, he wasn't happy until I got him his uniform. So here are some pictures of him, and my poor other babies who have to wait all afternoon in the car on Thursdays.
My Gorgeous almost broke his arm last Saturday; his bone actually bended. He wore a splint for a couple of days, and fortunately the Dr told me that his bones had been hit pretty hard, but that they were O.K. Yeah!!!! Gorgeous had stitches and a cast this Summer. Hopefully we'll have no more accidents around here.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

No time

My beautiful Gorgeous Boy is seven-years-old, and I'm shocked every time I notice how tall he is, how smart, how questioning. He's growing! This change from little boy into a big boy has been hard for me. I tend to think he has a lot of clothes, for example, and today I checked the tag of a pair of some blue school pants that seemed too small and I saw that they were size 5. Yeah, poor kid. No wonder he kept complaining they were too tight! It was the same with El Cangri a few weeks ago. I thought his shoes were a size 7 at the most, and no, he's a size 9. He has no shoes other than crocs.
The change is also hard for my son. He goes to school from 8 to 3, has futbol practice twice a week for 2 hours, futbol games on Friday, guitar and piano. Don't forget scouts, and homework, and taking care of Coco, and reading, and scripture reading ... The list goes on and on, and I find myself questioning our life. I've tried not to over schedule Gorgeous and Swan, but they want to go to school (I would home school if it was up to me, but they LOVE school), and they love their sports. Futbol and ballet are their outlets. They really love music too, and Gorgeous won't replace guitar for piano, so it had to be both. I don't know how people with more than 2 kids manage to drive them to all their appointments. I don't know what I'll do when the babies start their activities. I just see they're tired and stressed, and they're only 7 and 5! Today, after school, and doing homework, I asked Gorgeous to go get ready for futbol practice. To my surprise, he started crying and saying, "I miss you mom! I haven't seen you all day! I want to be with you!" I want to be with him too, but I don't see a solution; at least we have Saturdays completely free. They are sacred to me; I just let them play all day. I hope the children learn how to do chores just by my example because I can't bring myself to adding something else to their already overflowing plates. Taking care of the dogs is the only chore they'll have for now. We'll see how we do in these following months.

Friday, September 05, 2008

The Fairy

The week before Swan's birthday my parents came to my house. My mom was holding something behind her, and my nephew C. had a mischievous smile on his face.
As they came closer, C. shrieked, "You'll never guess what we brought!!!" and before he blurted out the secret, my mom revealed what she had.
In a cardboard box, surrounded by a fluff of lamb's wool was a baby hummingbird. My dad found him on their sidewalk. Needless to say, my children were jumping up and down with happiness, fighting to be the first one to touch the fairy. The hummingbird was very young; he fluttered his tiny wings, trying to take flight. He would just go back to the box, exhausted with exertion. We all took turns to hold him and feed him. Gorgeous ran to our front yard and came back with a handful of flowers from our butterfly bush. I tried to explain to him that the little bird wouldn't even try to feed, but I was wrong. I was shocked to see a long, needle-thin, black tongue coming out to drink from the flower. Gorgeous was beaming with pride. My mom prepared sugar water, and one by one we wet our finger on it and let the baby hummingbird drink it.
To my surprise and delight, the baby lived several days, I think about 2 more weeks. My mom put him outside in the little box, and the mother hummingbird would come feed him; however, one day she just stopped coming. That only Sunday Jeff was home, my mom brought the fairy for Jeff to see him. We were watching the Olympics closing ceremony, and reluctantly Jeff raised from the couch to come see the hummingbird for himself. In spite of himself, I saw a glimpse of the little boy Jeff had been, peaking through his eyes, showing his delight in touching such a beautiful, innocent, magical being.
The hummingbird's soul flew to Heaven on a beautiful Summer night. He left a little bit of his magic with us.

From New Album 8/24/08 6:35 PM

From New Album 8/24/08 6:35 PM

From New Album 8/24/08 6:35 PM