Details, details...

Well cyberworld, it took about 18m or so but I'm now officially sure that my son is smarter than I am. Crap.

He knows the word ball and he also knows that balls are meant to be thrown. He likes to throw. He also knows that non-balls cannot be thrown or else you get sent to time out. He doesn't like time out.

The solution?

Everything is a ball. He'll pick up a shoe, block, car etc and proclaim "ball! ball!" and then throw the sucker halfway across the room. Nice. See, is it's a ball then it's a legal throw and you can't fuss mom. Yeah, no. Time out here you come buddy.

Tonight I asked Juan if perhaps Caleb might be a little confused and not know the word "throw" and thus he was saying "ball! ball!" because he wanted to throw and didn't know how else to express himself. I said this in front of Caleb. Who promptly looked at me and said "throw! throw!"

The game is on.

Wordless Wednesday

My sweet boys!

Hodgeblog

A few random updates for your Thursday morning...

1. We have a nice visit with Nana, Poppy, Bub and Amber. Amber posted some super cute pictures of Caleb on FB.
2. Our second electric bill came and was quite a bit smaller than the first. You can thank the energy police for that.
3. Caleb has several new words - home, crash, oops and close. He's also starting to put two and three words together. It's almost like we're having a real conversation. Only about the choo choo though. We're still choo choo obsessed.
4. No big plans this weekend. We're hoping to enjoy some quiet time at home and perhaps take the kiddo to see the choo choo. We are truly domesticated!
5. Juan has some super cute new pictures of Caleb. I'll try and add them to the August album this weekend.

J

Flashback Friday

One year ago today.

I can't even imagine where we'll be a year from now!

Remember the Alamo

So, you might file this under "duh Jan!" but regardless I thought it was worth a post...

This past weekend Juan and I took a mini-vacation to San Antonio. We left our little darling in the very capable hands of his Abuelos and enjoyed two glorious days of sleeping late, eating out and bumming around. We got to go to two of my favorite restaurants and never gave a second though to nap time, bed time, diapers or toddler-friendly environments. Not that we didn't think of the kiddo - we did talk about him all the time and called home twice each day to make sure he was doing ok and not driving my poor in-laws crazy.

What's the "duh Jan" part? The IMAX. Specifically, the IMAX showing the History of the Alamo movie. Now, as a kid growing up in Texas I was taught my fair share of Texas history. I know all about Davy Crockett, Jim Bowie, Santa Ana and fighting for a cause. What I failed to realize until we were about 5 minutes into the Alamo movie was that my husband (who lived in Mexico until he was 12) was taught a different version of the same events. Santa Ana is a hero, not a loser general who spent too much time with his girlfriends at San Jacinto. And all that business about Texas wanting it's freedom? What exactly were the terms of the treaty and who had a right to be there anyway? I'm not so sure that the movie portrayed things exactly as they were. Anyway, it gave me pause. My child is Mexican American. Both sides of the story are his heritage. And as his parents we want to embrace fully both worlds from which he comes. Truthfully and honestly. Good and bad. Gaudy trinkets or not.

Will this be a struggle for him? Am I a worry wort mother? Do I not even have the first clue about what it means to be a bi-racial child in this day and time?

I don't know. But I will remember the Alamo.

P.S. Thanks to everyone who made this weekend possible!