Hindsight

(Left to Right: Sebi, Homer, Gabriel)

Summer, Summer, Summer Time

We recently had our first vacation EVER with the kids and it was amazing. My sister and her family live in Los Fresnos, which is a hop and a skip away from South Padre Island. So we managed a staycation (long distance type version), if that makes any sense at all.

The kids were all pumped up about our trip to the beach and how we were going to build sand castles and search for sea shells (and possibly hidden treasures). I'd been building this up for a good three weeks. The morning we were supposed to head out for day 1, I strolled out to the back patio to talk to the dogs. Well, I had three boys with wide eyes watching who begged to come out too. They saw the pool and it was all over. "I don't want to go to the beach! I want to stay here and go swimming!!" over. and over. and over again.

In my calmest voice, I pulled a national lampoon's vacation and said, "We are going to the beach and we are going to have fun. You're going to have fun, and I'm going to have fun. We're all going to have so much darn fun ...." You get me.

More cries. more screams. and then a really difficult time getting everyone dressed and ready to go. Then the whole.car.ride.there. Homer screamed, "My blankie! My blankie! I want my blankie!" repeat.

Once we got there, the song changed. They loved it! And so did we! I just happen to find it painfully ironic that these pictures suggest otherwise...

Here is a long distance shot of dad about to take Sebi out into the water. This was Sebi's most favorite part! Homer wanted to go and was being sent inland to mama, hence the pouting you see.

And this is the birthday cake that their amateur sculptor of a mama made them. Homer tried to eat it...

Storm Chasers

If you don't already know that I love stormy weather, then may I introduce myself. Sebastian goes nuts whenever the weather gets really bad.

"the news said to stay away from the windows!" and I'm all, "but I just got Sebi's slicker on and we're headed out to watch the storm!..........See ya!"

Sebastian: "THEY SAY THERE IS A TORNADO IN ROUND ROCK!!!!"

me: "I'll let you know if I hear it coming!"

Sebastian: "HOW THE HECK ARE YOU GOING TO HEAR IT COMING??!!#$%"

me: "duh. It sounds like a train. You can't miss it babe, trust me. Only........we live by a railroad track, so we might be S.O.L."

Sebastian: "GET INSIDE -- N.O.W.!!"

me: (as door is closing behind me) "what was that?"

That man saves the drama for the mama- literally. Geez. But heaven forbid something happen to me while he sits on the couch and watches sports. I feel the love.

He hates this about me. And so he switches the sports for every news channel on so he can worry about a tornado sweeping me away. Meanwhile, I get to enjoy one of the most beautiful things in the world to me. And really, I'm not all that unprepared. I have a tornado plan- if it should ever happen ;)

Here we are, "chasing the storm". That's what I told Sebi we were doing, and I had him from hello.

Catching hail in cups.

Today You Sit With Royalty

Doo-dee-doooo..

Just me sitting here staring at my blog and it beeming blue haze right back at me. I know I've been gone and I could go on and on about my absence, but I could have blogged about all that- so shoulda, coulda woulda ...

However, there are big times about to come up so I gotta stretch out the fingers a bit and get them ready to document. We have 4 birthdays to celebrate in the next three weeks! Yes, it's the third annual Vega men birthday celebration. Can I get some sympathy when my husband's birthday falls right before/after (depends on the year) father's day. One week later it's the twins birthdays followed ten days later by little Sebi's. Geez. I've been working like a mad woman trying to save up for all the hoopla.

And when I say working like a mad woman, you may read that literally. Don't get me wrong, it's been well worth it on the entertainment front. One patient repeatedly yelled, "Bomb threat! Bomb threat! Bomb threat!" when I refused to untie her restraints. Though, my personal favorite was the quiet, sleeping patient that woke up, got her purse and lit a cigarette all while I was washing my hands. YOU CAN NOT SMOKE IN A HOSPITAL! I finally coerced her to hand over the cig so that I could extinguish it before we all blew up. She called me a "Ho." I said, "fo sho."

Yes I did.

My parents were in town this weekend visiting and mom always likes to make a trip to Ross which I have come to dread. This time however I threw her a loop and went to town on finding some knit tops and a few dresses for church. It's hot and the black slacks are getting old (and a bit tight if I may add..). So come Sunday, I get the boys dressed and then head off to my room to get myself ready. When I came out to the living room, my sweet Gabriel did a one over on me and then said in the sweetest most adoring voice, "Mommy? You're a Printhcess?"

"Yes, sweet boy. Mommy is a Princess." I take what I can and I run with it.