Friday, January 23, 2009

Puke Freckles and La Ciudadela

Last Saturday night we went out to dinner only to wake up the next day sick. I was the only one throwing up, everyone else had upset stomachs and every thing else that goes with that (other than throwing up). Kris gave me a bad time because every time I throw up I get broken capillaries around my eyes. He calls them my "puke freckles" and I've spent the majority of my pregnancy with them. After a few days they leave me with a yellowish green cast around my eyes. I'm not one of those who is glowing and rosy while pregnant.

On Monday everyone was feeling a little bit better and Kris was home for the holiday. We had been planning on going to La Ciudadela for several weeks (and I had been saving up money!) so when Kris asked if we should go I figured what the heck, I wasn't as sick as I was on Sunday and the kids seemed to be doing better as well.

La Ciudadela is an Artisan market in the heart of Mexico City. Handicrafts from all over Mexico can be found here. While it is a little more expensive than going to the towns where the things are made, it is a one stop shop for everything you can find in Mexico.

Kris has been wanting to buy a guitar and learn how to play. One of his co-workers had a guitar custom made for his son at this shop so we had to stop and check it out. Before we left Kris bought his first guitar and surprised me with the go-ahead to have a guitar custom made for myself. They measured me and my hands for a perfect fit. I chose the woods I wanted them to use. Cocobolo for the finger board, and caoba, a kind of mahogany, for the back and sides. I can't remember the name of the wood that I wanted them to use for the guitar face but it is a lighter colored wood and of course asked them to stain the face emerald green. I also picked out my own rosette and tuning keys (ebony). All this for a complete steal! So now I need to pick it back up and actually practice! I've been a slacker with it this past year since my guitar was in our shipment and I haven't touched it since I unpacked it.



I have no idea what Weston was doing.



Everything was so colorful. The boys decided to use a lot of their money to buy these little bobble head animals you can see in this picture next to Jamison's right hand. They now have quite the collection and want to get some more. I guess I did the same thing when I was their age but in Brazil's Hippie Fair (kind of the same thing as La Ciudadela but completely outdoors) I would spend all my money on little painted animals made out of rock, clay and/or marbles. These are made out of wood and are pretty cute.

OF COURSE I bought one of each color of these frogs. I'm still a sucker when it comes to frogs. The red one isn't on display but just switch one of the blue ones for a red one and you'll get it. Now I just need to decide where I'm going to hang them, probably on the wall over one of the garden areas in the house or in the bathroom I have decorated with bright talavera pottery.

And then we decided to brave the food again even after Saturday night's meal experience. This was a little restaurant inside La Ciudadela that looked pretty good and was recommended. These are called Sopes (so-pez) and I love them. The sope is made out of masa (corn flour) and grilled so they are crispy on the outside and chewy on the inside. You fill them with whatever and stuff your face (good idea to remove the lettuce and tomato first though). We felt a little sick later that night but we weren't sure if it was still from Saturday or from what we ate earlier. You never know here.



Kris and the "damn Blackberry" he is required to take everywhere so HQ or his agents can reach him whenever they need to...which often means all day and all night.

Jamison is our rice boy. He loves the stuff. He'll eat everything else but if there is rice on the table he wants that first.

Braedon also loves sopes. Notice his hair. He's been 'doing it' by himself which means plastering his bangs to the side when wet. We keep telling him not to do it like this but you know how well that works. Just as long as he doesn't blame it on us when he gets older.

For the record, Mexicans LOVE cheese. We have to remember to ask for light cheese otherwise there is just gobs of the stuff. They don't smother stuff with cheese like we do in the States, rather they stuff it inside everything. There are several States in Mexico that are known for their cheeses. Kris and I are slowly making our way through and trying them all. To give you an idea of how much they love gobs of cheese, there is a dish called queso fundido which is basically a mound of cheese or mixture of cheeses melted by frying or baking in a clay dish (think half a brick of Costco cheese for the amount) often with extras mixed in like chorizo, herbs or chilies. They then bring it to your table with tortillas and you scoop up the melted cheese into the tortilla, fold it up and eat. I love cheese with a passion but this is just too much for me. Kris and I watched a table of "suits" each with THEIR OWN clay dish of the stuff just eat and eat between swigs of beer. I can't even eat that much cheese in one sitting! On several different occasions we saw the same thing happen so it must be the "thing". Thankfully, Mexico is the second fattest country (we see why) so they can't look at us and call us Fat Americans which is really nice to know because it only makes us enjoy the food even more!

I told Kris it was probably time to take the Christmas tree down. Cricket has been using it as her own personal climbing post. I e-mailed Kris this picture when he was in a meeting (sent it to the "damn blackberry" since I knew he'd get it) and meant it a subtle hint. He came home and took the tree down.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Mordida de Burro

Down the street from our home there was a Nativity display with live animals the kids could feed and pet.
Weston loved the lambs and rabbits
Braedon loved the burros and lambs
Jamison loved the pigs and burros
I loved the pigs
No one liked the calves because they tried to lick us way too much! (Calf saliva is just like snail slime...ewwww!)

The boys had so much fun the first time we went that I promised we'd come back a 2nd time. These pictures are from both days.

I should clarify that Jamison really loved the pigs and burros until the very end of our 2nd visit. Mama burro saw that Jamison had a fist full of carrots and reached for them mistaking his arm for the carrots. Burros aren't very smart. It quickly released Jamison and he was left with a red welt we smothered daily with Neosporin but thankfully no skin was torn. Even now when we ask him "where is your mordida de burro?" he raises his arm and points.

Kris and I had a bit of a disagreement about whether "Donkey Bite" is mordedura del burro or mordida de burro. I went with his translation since his Spanish is better than mine...mordida it is! I'm really getting frustrated with Spanish...I still hate it (have hated it ever since 6th grade Spanish in Peru!) and hope to never have to speak it again after this.
















Thursday, January 1, 2009

A Happy New Year but with 2 Ruptured Ear Drums...Thank Goodness 2008 is OVER!

Our Christmas Picture this year (I will be sending out copies to family and friends! That is my goal this next week!) The lighting isn't great and the day after I took this the processor in my camera died...grateful for Christmas presents that come in the form of new cameras!

I think this picture pretty much sums up our year. Kris and I are so glad 2008 is over. I have tried several times to sit down and write our family newsletter but I have no desire to write anything about the past year. I guess Kris and I are due a crappy year because we have been blessed with 9 years previous that were wonderful even though there were challenges. If we could make it thorough 2008 in one piece, Kris and I can make it through anything. We have learned that we really need to just settle somewhere and put some roots down. Working for the government overseas is not for us. People who want more government programs to take care of Americans need to experience how they take care of their diplomats first. Yea, it's not fun, that was the running joke among some in the embassy before the election.

Everyone has been sick since the beginning of Christmas break except for Kris. Tuesday the 30th of December was the first day in 2 weeks we had actually been out of the house other than going to church that first Sunday. We went to the Embassy for lunch with Kris, picked up some books at the CLO office and met Louie's family (Kris' boss) who just got here on Saturday. All of us still had coughs but other than that, we were feeling pretty good. I found 3 scorpions in the kids' toy boxes, I have now transferred all of their toys into bins with tight lids and no holes. I love insects and pretty much all manner of creepy crawlies but spiders completely creep me out and now scorpions are beginning to do the same although I know I will never get to the point with the scorpions where I hate them as much as spiders.

New Years Eve:

We went to the home of a friend from church for New Years Eve. The boys had a lot of fun and Kris and I really enjoyed socializing while the kids were entertained. Towards the middle of the evening (after the balloon game) a movie was put on for the kids. When I went downstairs so that Jamison could watch the movie with his brothers I saw Weston trying to get away from a girl who was trying desperately to sit next to him.
Weston was trying to be nice about it but she was pretty affectionate and blatant that she wanted to sit CLOSE to him. He kept asking her for some room but she really wasn't interested in giving him any space. I think he finally got his point across and she was happy to just sit next to him. I'm not sure I'm ready for girls getting close to my babies yet. You can see her in the second video, she's the one who picks Jamison up after he falls.

About halfway through the movie Weston came back upstairs and said he wanted to go home because his ear was really hurting him. (It wasn't until I saw the second video I posted that I noticed Weston wincing and holding his ear in it.) Since we have all just gotten over our colds I knew an ear infection was starting because any time Weston gets a cold he gets an ear infection.

We loaded up the kids, said our goodbyes and drove home. Weston was really complaining about his ears by the time we got home. We laid him on the couch, filled him up with Tylenol and gave him a heating pad. That was about 10:30pm (we gave the kids the option to stay up of course!) Weston just wanted to go to bed so he did.

At 2 am I shot up out of bed wide awake and went out into the hallway. It took me a bit but I couldn't, for the life of me figure out why I got up. I didn't need to use the bathroom, I didn't hear anything abnormal-the house was dead silent, Jamison wasn't crying. I thought I'd just check on Weston since I couldn't figure out what had woken me up and maybe give him some more Tylenol.

The older boys are clear downstairs on the opposite side of the house from us. When I walked into their room Weston was rocking back and forth in his bed in agony with both hands over his ears. I ran over to him and put my hand on his back which startled him; he didn't know I was there. He said he didn't want to wake me up so he was trying to be quiet!!!! My mommy ears heard him I guess! He then started crying and told me he couldn't take the pain anymore and right then he moaned in agony clutching his ears, he felt a loud pop in both ears and that's when I knew both eardrums had ruptured. I got him some towels to lay his head on for the drainage (this has happened several times already...time for tubes again I think). I also gave him more Tylenol although he said his ears didn't hurt anymore now that his eardrums ruptured, he got it anyway for the fever.

I can't believe how fast it happened from the initial pain to the rupture. He said his ears hadn't even bothered him until the party and he had no fever until he was laying on the couch, not even a fever at the party!...definitely think it's time for tubes again. He was able to fall back to sleep and I went back upstairs to bed but first said a very thankful prayer that I was woken up when my son needed me. I've been very paranoid about not being able to hear my kids at night if they need me and I have no doubt that the spirit woke me because even when Weston was yelling for me later on that night for a new towel for his pillow I could barely hear him. We now have a baby monitor in their room that I turn on at night. It barely works because of all the concrete walls between our room and their room but it's better than nothing.