A "Fairy" Good Time at the MN State Fair

We ventured to the MN State Fair this morning. We decided to go to a Park and Ride so that Ignacio could ride a "big bus" and he was a bit disappointed when he found out we weren't going to school but rather a fair. The entire way he asked if he was going to get to see the "piggies" and we assured him that indeed he would see the piggies. My favorite memories of the State Fair are cheese curds, the glider that takes you over the whole fair (my sister and I rode it every year) and the big slide. This year we accomplished two...we left the slide for next year.

Ignacio pet a pig, a sheep, a goat, and a cow. We spent 75% of our time at the big animal barns. He has been very inquisative about animals lately. Just yesterday he asked me if wolves were a type of dog and if owls were a type of bird....oh yea, and if frogs ate bugs. I didn't have all the answers. There was a big cow ready to give birth at the "Miracle of Birth" barn and people were gathered around her big circular pen. I looked to the woman next to me and said, "Poor cow. She needs a midwife and quiet, dark room." I could most relate to the big mama sow. She was laying there, as if to say, "I'm exhausted!" and the little piggies just came and ate off of her. That's how I feel some days...like a mama sow. We made it home mid-afternoon with great memories and heads ready for the pillow.


Ignacio eating his fifth Sweet Martha's Cookie...the MN equivalent of the cream puff.

Just be glad that you can't smell pictures because here we are in the cow barn...

Night, night Emilio. Apparently he didn't need to see the "Miracle of Birth" barn. He figured he was just birthed so had a pretty good idea of what it entails.

I love it that...

...this morning at Starbucks I asked Ignacio, "Would you like milk or apple juice?" He calmly responded, "Cafe Latte." Sophisticated, no?

...Ignacio joined Angel in his P90X workout this morning (He even asked me to take off his shirt so he could be like papa) and enfuriated Angel because he could do all the abdominal exercises and stretches that Angel couldn't! My limber little bean!

...Emilio lights up from the inside out when I lay him on the changing table and he looks up at me. I have never felt so loved at any single moment than those.

For Great Mama Ama...Twinkle, twinkle

My two hearts...different but equal.

What? You don't like rice cereal?

Here is Ignacio reading a book to Emilio. Until Emilio learns to crawl he has a captive audience. A born teacher or just someone who likes to hear their own voice?

See the two teeth Mama Ama?

Mr. Ignacio

Today at storytime at the library Ignacio stood in front of the group of people and announced, and I quote, "Santa is coming. When it snows mommy and Ignacio are going to play outside and Santa is coming." The little kids seemed especially greatful for the good news.

Ignacio throwing up is like trying to herd a cat. He gets scared so he roams around the house hurling. I run behind him with a towel trying to get it enough in front of him to catch the mess. When he was sick he wanted to tell auntie so we called her and said, "I'm spilling the ickies out." You commonly hear "throwing up," "hurling," "vomiting," "up-chucking," "barfing," and/or "blowing chunks". I am going to stick with "spilling the ickies."

We weren't enough.

Rock Solid

Ignacio has a rocking sense of humor only, what is making me laugh these days are the moments he isn't trying to be funny. Last night I served Ignacio Thai Peanut sauce to eat with his chicken and he scrunched up his nose and asked, "Is that poop?" I just responded, "Mommy would never serve you poop for dinner."

Earlier in the week we went for our usual walk around our colorful neighborhood and he bent over and found a rock. He exclaimed, "A ROCK!!!" to which I said, "Yes, a rock!!" He decided that it was too important and precious to be left on the sidewalk and so worked extremely hard to fit it into the tiny pocket of his jean shorts. When we got home we found a special spot for his rock. Later that afternoon we went swimming and I put his swim diaper on and his swimming shorts and then went to get the other little munchkin ready. On our way to the pool I noticed him grabbing himself and asked what was up only to look in his shorts and see he had put the rock in his diaper....logical because his shorts didn't have pockets. How else do you carry your beloved rock? I gently explained that we should put it back in the special rock spot. He agreed; only because I think it wasn't too comfortable. Putting a rock in your shorts is probably one of those ideas that sounds good at the beginning but turns out not to be.

Today Ignacio gave Emilio his FIRST gift, especially picked out by him with no prompting by mom. It was a rock. Some may say it lacks sentiment but I think it was a thoughtful gesture.

Today

Today I see you. I see your deep brown eyes. The way your tan hands make your white nails shine. The little hairs on the back of your neck. Your beautiful white teeth. I see the curl of your little ears. The slope of your nose. I see the roll on your ankle. The brillance of your two white teeth. Today I see you and I love you.