This morning we discovered Eva’s first loose tooth! She’s been asking me when her teeth would fall out for what seems like forever. Welp… her bottom front right tooth is nice and wiggly. It won’t be long now! She’s leaving her babyhood behind and entering big girl status. She’ll always be MY baby, of course.
Yesterday we went on a little surf adventure and headed South from Puerto Vallarta. We took the narrow, windy Mexi 200 South through the luscious green mountains of Jalisco. After about an hour or so, we found a dirt road supposedly leading to the beach. We turned right and followed it for another half hour.…
Last week was a fun one. Hurricane Franklin hit just South of us in Mexico, providing some swell that is rare for Texas in the summer. The highlight of my week was watching Damian catch his first waves. At the beginning of the summer he was so hesitant. We didn’t want to push him, so…
Last week was a fun one. Hurricane Franklin hit just South of us in Mexico, providing some swell that is rare for Texas in the summer. The highlight of my week was watching Damian catch his first waves. At the beginning of the summer he was so hesitant. We didn’t want to push him, so…
August has arrived and Summer seems to be wrapping up around our little island. The days are getting shorter. Kids are starting to start school back up. It almost never even felt like summer now that I work a 9 to 5. But we made it to the beach as much as possible, and I…
Last Sunday we celebrated Damian’s third birthday. We had a little party for him at the ranch, where Evita had her second birthday party and I celebrated too many birthdays to count. Damian requested a Ninja Turtles theme, and has been reminding me about it pretty much every day since Evita’s birthday party last month.…
Dear Damian, Yesterday you turned THREE years old! I still call you my “baby” but you always correct me and say, “I’m not a baby, I’m a BIG BOY!” And that you are. You love to talk and talk and talk. Our morning commute is never quiet. You’re fully potty trained and always on the move.…
It was the morning you turned three months old. It was a quiet morning. A perfect morning. I was awoken to your little grunts of hunger and the light shining past the curtains. I picked you up and laid you closer to me. You began to nurse, just like every morning before that. And just…