Ahhh... the look of the niño that decided 515am was wake up time. Oh Max!!
Buenos tardes and welcome to movie night in Huatulco!! Oh yes...date night for Bex y Bubba as we have rented Iron Lady (a movie about a car?) and will be watching it tonight after the lil'man is lights out.
Of course the goal is 8pm...but it could be earlier or later!! ja ja ja
So, with the current time being 445pm and with the casa ready for the PM rutina, leche y la cena, I thought I would start typing. That and the lil'tremor we just had was a good reminder to get going!!
Today's blog is brought to you by the palabras "poste" y "wacky". I will expand on that soon.
We had the early morning rutina, followed by the pre-prowl rutina and then right into the prowl, desayunos and with today being martes, it was a Che day.
And where does today's wackiness come in? Once at Che, Max was fixated on the bakery. I had taken him there last time and we talked about all the trabajadores and what work they were doing. We talked about the mixers and the ovens as well.
He has started mentioning and pointing to the smoke stack at the polleria across the calle and today all he wanted to talk about at the bakery, where the vents leading from the ovens and up to the ceiling and through the roof.
Our cart is in aisle one and I have to promise him we will come back to the bakery, just so we can shop and get the cart to aisle 4.
Once there, we leave it and go back to the bakery...to stare at these exhaust tubes.
I pry him away and we continue shopping and as we are almost done, we end up where the leche is stored...right next to the bakery. Doph.
So off to the bakery we go and after another 5 minutes we grab our leche and head to the caja, cashier. And what do I hear for 10 minutes as we wait in line, finally unload the groceries and pay? One palabra nonstop..."smokestack".
The niños that bag the groceries have all come over to say hola hola and I have to explain that Max is fixated on smokestacks. They do not understand why, who does, but one niño who speaks very good ingles, tells me that a smokestack is a chimenea. Who knew?
We get home and madre meets us at the camioneta so padre can lug the abarrotes upstairs. Max is still talking about smokestacks, so Bex shows him the one across the calle.
Time for leche y siesta, and who is now crying because he wants to see a smokestack? Trust me, it was not Bubba. So who runs downstairs with the camera to take a foto similar to this....
And then runs back upstairs to show his hijo, allowing him to finally calm down, stop crying and fall asleep? Yes, that would be Bubba. They don't write about this stuff in the parenting books!!
It was a 2 hour siesta and it might have been longer if Bubba had not bolted out of bed...doph.
And post siesta? Bubba off to el gimnasio and then home for the rutinas while the familia had a one hour pool session, followed by their comida and then an hour or so playing on the playa. Sounds like one super fun afternoon!!
Ok...time to get cooking. Ok, it is Polish sausage night and I am having leftovers, so really it is time to get the water boiling!!
Hasta pronto.
Hola hola. We all met back for clean up and leche, and then went straight into la cena. Clean up, tina time, FT con Oma y Opa and off to bed.
It is currently 715pm and we are 1/2 way through round one. Stay tuned!!
It looks like movie night will start at 8pm as it is 745pm and Max was lights out at 730pm. Good work madre!!
Fotos.
The ground around Max's arbol was wet y muddy, so he took the next best thing, the steel poste.
Another poste and along with eating the Cheerios, this dump truck gets it's llantas inspected.
It looks like the inspector was not happy with what he saw.
People.
Another poste?
Yes Poppa...I like poste.
Checking to make sure we are not being followed by "people".
I was walking along and turned around to see where mi hijo was.
Some of the many expressions of Max Van.
Día de los Muertos is coming up and a small amount of the flowers used to celebrate the Day of the Dead have arrived.
We came upon this moto and the remnants of a whole lot of tortillas.
And then the tamarindos arrived. Looks like the black truck and the moto were involved in a 8-11 incident...a moving violation of a tortilla moto.
Seen on the gates in front of a driveway. Spanish lesson of the day.
The E with the line through it means no estacionarse, no parking. Se ponchan llantas gratis is loosely translated as "we will spike your tires for free".
Quote of the día, courtesy of the lil'man? As they walk on the playa, a senorita approaches Max y madre, and Max very politely says "hola". Actually he said "hola, boobies"...ahhhh, mi hijo. Oh Max!!
Sunwing is in full swing...lots of Canadians just arrived. Bring out the ashtrays.
Ok, off to show the blog to the Iron Lady and then watch the movie.
Have a great miercoles.
Marco, Bexico y Max
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