This great photo was taken by my Tio Lalo. Such a wonderful shot.
1. My grandfather (who is Mexican and immigrated here LEGALLY over 30 years ago... because that makes a difference right now) nearly died last week. He was very ill and the doctors and nurses were not hopeful. The family gathered to say their good-byes (tell an occasional Mexican joke... because we can do that being Mexicans) and give my grandfather a blessing. This sons (biological and in laws) gathered around his bed, laid their hands on his head, and blessed him according to the Lord's will. They blessed him to either be healed or to be released from this life and further suffering. It was a beautiful and sacred moment. I said my final farewell and went home expecting the phone to ring at any moment advising of his death.
The next morning arrived and his health improved (DRAMATICALLY) and he said to me, "I couldn't go because I didn't have my passport and they wouldn't let me in." Love you Guelito! Even in the face of death he has a great sense of humor.
2. The first day of school is stressful around here.. When they finally got home they all crashed, Tank a bit more than the others. Aren't his glasses cute? I will have to get a shot with them when he's awake.
3. I just have to put this out there.... being a mom is GROSS! The maturation discussions are not my favorite, especially when it comes to the boys. There are new parts that I'm not familiar with and if something goes wrong I don't know what to do. Then there is just the bodily fluid that comes from every opening available. A bit of stomach flu this last week. NASTY. Being a mother is messier, more complicated, and down right difficult some days. There aren't enough wet wipes and hand sanitizer to cover it all.
4. There were some doubts after he broke his left arm, but Brick might still be left-handed. Much to the relief of his sisters who are appalled that he would break the pattern: All the girls are right handed (expect mom) and all the boys are left handed (except dad)... who knows with Loafie.
5. From my parents....