Shopping in "Spanish"

I suspect that some of you may think I have nothing more to blog than my children. Although I love them dearly and love blogging them, I do in fact have more (though not much) on my mind than my little ones.

This is nothing profound, but still amusing enough to share. Jon and I have found another somewhat Americanized grocery store not far from us that we've been visiting the last couple of Saturdays. Not knowing my way around as well I found myself searching for the flour. It's easy to miss as they only sell it in one pound bags and in a small section of baking needs - separate ISLE from the sugar, baking powder and soda, or vanilla, etc. I finally solicited Jon's help and he took it upon himself to ask for directions (impressive, is it not?). He found a store employee and asked him in his improved Spanish where the orina was. He asked a couple more times and still all he got was a funny look. Not far behind, I approached the employee and asked where the harina was. He immediately pointed to the isle, we thanked him and headed for the flour. Jon, confused, couldn't decipher what the difference was with what I had asked for and for what he had asked. At the flour he suddenly started laughing and explained that what he had asked for was actually URINE!

Rissie's Apple

We see more and more of her personality every day!
To listen, click the sound icon on the slideshow below, it will mute the song.
It will be in the bottom lefthand corner of the slide show, otherwise you can
isolate this clip by clicking on the title, "Rissie's Apple".

The Garbage Man

Every morning the garbage man comes down our street. Every morning we hear the cow bell attached to his hip. It gets louder the closer he is to our house. The louder it gets the more excited the girls become as they nearly hyperventilate in anticipation. The best is when they are free to run up to the kitchen door and watch as he walks by and throws our trash bags into the big green and white truck. Most mornings they are stuck in their chairs eating breakfast. So, on this particular morning, Lauren pushed the chairs together at the door so they could be ready for when the garbage man comes and NOT MISS OUT! Here they are waiting.

Daddy's Cheek

So, let me tell ya about this shot. I asked the girls to touch Daddy's cheek with theirs. As you can see, Lauren understood. Rissie - not so much!
We took lots of pictures of the girls at this park (I'll post 'em later).

Jenkins visit Lake Chapala

Jon is studying through Spring Break, but we've managed to find time for some fun too!

Making Friends

For FHE we took the girls to the play gym at Carl's Junior. It was so fun to watch Rissie join Lauren in the action with all the other little kids - it was a popular place last night. After they finished their chicken strips it was off to play again. Lauren found a couple of girls that would follow her around and play with her hair. They would race to the top and giggle all the way down the big slide over and over again. It was so cute. But the best part was listening to the girls talk to Lauren in Spanish and hear her talk back in her own made up version of Spanish - gibberish, basically. Later, as I was tucking her in bed, I asked her if she had fun on the slide and she said, "Mom, my friends didn't listen to me!" Hmmm?

Asthma Attack = Emergency Room

(Not for the weak stomached reader) Lauren has been coughing the last couple of days, sometimes saying with authority, "I don't like that cough." (Something she clearly learned from her father.) Well, last night after we put her to bed, her cough got worse and scary. Jon was helping her with some suppressant when I came in to lay by her. I found her bed wet, but not enough that she'd had an accident. Seconds later I learned what it was as she continued coughing and gagged up a mouth FULL of mucous from her lungs. It was like throw up, but gross and slimy. Egh! I helped her change her top and Jon gave her both inhaler meds. We moved her into our bed and while Jon read up on asthma attacks I wiped the slime out of her hair with a wet towel. Because her Dr. suggested that she could have asthma about a year ago, and from what Jon had learned about his brother and in classes, he was concerned that she might be having an acute asthma attack. The inhalers didn't seem to be working as she continued to cough/bark, wheeze, and gasp for air, so Jon decided that we needed to get her a stronger dose and rushed her to the ER. I put on a brave face for my scared baby, who has already decided that she doesn't like the doctor, and watched them drive away. Then I lost it - could be from my pregnant hormones or just the plain fact that I don't like the idea of my little Lauren being rushed to the ER. At any rate, I was very relieved when Jon called to learn that it WASN'T an asthma attack. She has a bacterial infection in her throat producing A LOT of mucous and her windpipe is swollen making it hard for her to breathe. Jon came home with three different meds, one of them costing sixty bucks, and a very tired little Lauren.

After her visit - notice the red face? Yeah, we don't know. It's gone now.

Little Tidbits Slide