I have been completely MIA since the holidays, and for this I apologize, especially since I posted up this huge confession which was promptly followed-up by an ill-timed promotional post, then another post that had you imagining me in tacky underwear...then poof! I disappear. Totally bad form. Mea culpa!
Here's the "Reader's Digest" version of what we've been up to:
January 1:
Happy New Year! The kids bowed to us, their aunts, and their grandparents for money. We ate rice cake and dumpling soup.
January 2:
We got on a boat! It was a bit surreal looking at your own city through a tourist's eyes.
January 3:
We saw dolphins off the coast of Catalina!
January 4:
¡Viva México!
...and Emi turned 5!
January 5:
Day at sea...and I went so stir-crazy, I hallucinated that our towels turned into sea creatures.
January 6:
We docked early in the morning and walked off the ship. We grabbed a cab and were home in 15 minutes. Kinda nice living in a port city! I then headed over to my parents' house to pick up Oscar. Oh goodness. I don't think I properly introduced Oscar to you all!
This is Oscar. Hello, world!
January 7:
Mostly spent the day gathering vacation photos and feeling like I was still on a boat whenever I sat down.
January 8:
Started getting ready for the week ahead. I made the following resolutions:
- Get back on the weight-loss wagon.
- Start cooking dinners at home again.
- Regain my composure; I've been such a worry wart lately!
January 9:
Back to school! Isaac joined a basketball league, and we had our first practice today. I already broke resolution #3 because now I wonder if something is just clinically wrong with him...he thought it would be funny, or charming, or something, to pretend to kiss his obviously-uncomfortable teammate...in front of his uber-sports-fan dad. Wince. On the drive home, I reminded him for seriously the ten-thousandth time that kissing, touching, peeing and pooing, and private parts are all off-limits for him in terms of jokes and/or gestures, since he obviously cannot handle all the connotations involved. He agreed, but seriously, he does something like this everyday, and I am getting very worried.
AAAAAAAUGH!!!!! Broke resolution #3 again!
Ugh, this might be the year I get my first grey hair; I cannot deal with this stuff gracefully. I need a hug. And some advice. HALP. ME. PLEASE.
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Anyway! Now you're all caught up. We are, as always, a lively-yet-potentially-explosive mess.
