I can’t upload pictures right now.  Which is a bummer, because that seems to be all I do on this blog.

I just wrote a big long post about what we’ve been up to, and lost it.

blurg.

May I present the ensuite.  All done save for painting the ceiling (minor detail, right?!?) and hanging the toilet paper holder and a couple of hooks.  Oh yeah, and the door moulding.

So…. not quite done but pretty much.  Enough for me to want to spend lots of time in here.

2 bathrooms down, one to go.

I have to give props to my hubby-who-can-do-anything for putting a pocket door in and moving the electrical all by himself.

Seriously, he can do anything!  He did the floors, the tile, the plumbing, the electrical.  But, ahem, I painted.  It’s my thing.  But not ceilings.  I draw the line there.  Ceilings are brutal.

And, of course fresh flowers.  Just makes the room nice.

This is my niece Grace.

me + Bond = (heart) (heart) (heart)   forever!!

I (heart) Bond

Linsey = Mrs. Travis Bond

I (heart) Mr. Bond

(Heart) sooooo hot (heart)

Mr. Bond is a hottie i’m so happy hes our new teach so we can look at him all day long (heart)

mmm mmm good!

(heart) o yes I know, what a babe!

SHA-WING!  (heart)

My OOH my sooo GOOD lookin

Today he wore black pants and a blue sweater! soooo hot I wonder whats in store for tomorrow

CAN’T WAIT HOT LIKE FIRE OOOOOO YES

OO YA I KNOW SIZZEL!

Phew. 

Finally! 

The post you all (well all 5 of you) have been waiting for!

All about Mexico.

It. was. so. great!

The kids did great.  They travelled great, the ate great, they played together well, they slept well every night, and they had tons of fun. 

We all did.

Prepare yourself for an onslaught of pictures — well, I’ll try and limit it to a few of my favs — the rest are on flickr.

So an average day.

We’d get up and have breakfast, and head to the pool.  (This, of course, after someone in our group had gotten up somewhere between 6 and 7 am to reserve our chairs.)

The kids would drink their strawberry daqueries, and their pina coladas (futhermore known as pina makallas), or sometimes they’d mix it up and have a miami vice, which is 1/2 and 1/2 of each.

So we’d hang out at the pool.

And watch the kids swim.

And be cute,

And goofy.

Then, of course, after all the swimming and drinking and being cute ad goofy, they’d get tired.

So we’d all go have a nap.  This one is Benny in the taxi after a couple of hours in town at the market.  Talk about awkward!  And tired!!

After my short nap, I would head out to the deck, with the ocean at my feet, and read my book and listen to my music.

sigh. so glad I took that picture.

Then we would head back out to the pool.

And watch the sun set.

Then, we’d go get cleaned up, and head down for supper.  After supper, we’d go see the show that was on for the night.  The resort had a different themed show each night with dancers and lots of music.  Sarah was in heaven.  She’d ask me, “Mommy, when can I go up on the stage?”

By the end of the show, it was 11 pm and time for:

And then we’d go do it all again the next day.

Ah, Mexico.

I would highly recommend it.

Well, we’re off to Mexico for a week!  I don’t think I’ve even mentioned it yet, but we booked the trip back in November, and tomorrow morning at 6!  15!   A!  M!  we fly out.  So far we’ve done pretty well, aside from some juice box barf in Manning Park — gross, gross, gross — the kids have done really well with a long day of travel.

So, have a great spring break, and I’ll have tons of pictures to share when I get back!

16 years. (almost 1/2 my life!!)

 8 kids.

 And lots and lots of memories equals a friendship like no other.

We got together last weekend for our annual-ish girls weekend. 

We laughed (and cried),

 we walked and shopped and ate and we had a tiny bit of wine (really, a tiny bit, Jonny…..),

 we saw a really cute movie (Penelope) and then we put our feet up and talked some more (until 2 A!M! on daylight savings night!!!! ! ! )

and just had a really great time reconnecting. 

Yes, my girls.

This past month or so, Benny has been a sea turtle.  It’s the swimming class at the Community Centre for kids who are not quite 3 yet, so they get to go with a parent.  Ben and Daddy have had some really great quality time two nights a week, and Ben has had the chance to become a little more comfortable with the water.  He was really great last summer until he, um, almost drowned, but that’s another story, and since then, funny enough, he’s been a little more timid around the water.

But now, with a bit of encouragement, he’ll blow bubbles, put his face in the water, and even go under.

Sigh.  My heart melts.

Today, at the park, Sarah raised her arms above her head, and said, “Mom, I’m a mudder.” 

 “?!?” I thought, “Mudder?  Has she aquired a new accent (aside from the valley girl that we normally hear)?  Is she from Boston?  Does she have her words confused?”

 ”Mom, I’m a mudder! I’m Daddy’s mudder!”

“Joan?  She’s Joan?  How is she Joan? I don’t get it.”

“Mom!  I’m a MUDDER!  I’m DADDY’S MUDDER!!!!!!”

(Do you see it yet?)

When I looked at her shadow, I finally figured it out.