Rarer then a Mexicano that does not like tortillas, Max Van asleep in his car seat as we return from our rainy morning adventura at playa Mojon.
Buenos tardes!!
How is this for a stroke of good luck? Wanting to record the Nascar pre-race show at noon and due to the light rain, I could not get the signal for the HD channel, but scored on a regular channel.
And then at 1pm when it was time to start recording the actual race, the rain stopped, the nube obscura lightened up and the signal for the HD channel returned. So I am recording the race in HD...score!!
As for the día...another good bed time, hola hola to 820pm, and then a bit of a wacky noche for Max y madre...doph.
And that includes a 530am wake up with his madre. Yikes. Why is Max up at 530am? Due to baño training Max is waaaaay better at controlling his bladder, but if he wakes up at 530am, the lil'man needs to pee...and then could not go back to sleep.
I heard him yelping for his Momma at 530am, more yelping at 6am and then I was awake at 645am and found Max under the glow of the iPad and his madre passed out next to him. Hey...been there...like every morning!! Ja ja ja
I tucked in madre and The Boys started their morning. It was pouring rain again...still...so we needed a game plan for the morning.
Hmmmm...let's have some play time, eat our cereal and then hit the road in the camioneta verde. Awake at 530am, we need to be back at 1115am for leche, libros y siesta time.
Hmmmm...playa Mojon? For pan frances under the sombrilla y palapa? Hello!!!
So while Max played and ate, Poppa packed up what we needed...cut fresh fruta, the plateware, the cookware, the French toast ingredients and a whole lot of dry clothes.
Keeping Max dry, it took 2 trips to the camioneta verde, and off we went. Max was a great passenger but I could tell he was close to car sick once we rolled off the highway and onto the 2km dirt road that leads to our playa.
I made the call and let him sit next to me, on the center console, holding onto my arm. The road has become rutted with all the lluvia over the past 4 days, so we were going super slow...all good.
We saw some streams to cross and Max loved seeing that from his viewpoint. And then as we were almost at the playa, we came upon a rainy season stream, that has been dry for the past 11 months. Not today!!
It may not look like much, but we were in 4x4 and going super slow through at least a foot of water. Max loved it!!
And how was the weather at playa Mojon? Ahhhhh...wet. Stinking wet as Max said. The palapa really does nothing to stop the rain, it is a cheapo sun palapa vs the muy caro waterproof ones.
So up went the sombrilla and we set up our cocina in a very small area.
It was not cold, but wanting to keep Max dry he wore his capa as Bubba fired up the carbon and smoked out the sombrilla!! Ja ja ja
While we waited for the charcoal to light up, Max snacked on his fresh fruta and was a super well behaved niño.
BBQ ready and balancing plates and bowls on anything I could, we lubed up the fry pan, cracked the huevos and dipped the pan into the huevos and then into the pan it went.
All good until Max said he did not want any...pan frances is too chewy. Ah ha...I was ready for that!! Well done French toast for the lil'man!! And it worked like a charm...yahoo!!
More fruta as the last 2 pieces of pan were fried up and then into a wet clean up mode. More paper on the grill to keep Max happy and then as I took one load of coolers etc back to the truck...the rain stopped!!!
Off for a playa prowl and we pretty much made it to one end, back to the other and then as we headed back to our palapa in the middle, it started to rain. Great timing!!
A little refreshment before we washed off the sand and put Max into the camioneta.
Poppa, more jugo de manzana por favor.
Another ride on the console and then once at the highway, into the car seat Max went. By the time we got to Copalita, Max's ojos were heavy, but he kept fighting to keep them open.
At La Bocana, the ojos were closed with the occasional peek to see where we were.
And once we were in Tangolunda, it was lights out.
We were late...doph...but I honked when we arrived and Max slept through that...phew. Bex came down and I gave her the signal that Max was asleep...it would be the last time he was asleep. Argh.
I hoisted the sleeping lil'man out of his seat and into his madre's arms...the plan was to go straight to siesta, but that did not happen.
Max stirred, had some leche, some rocking from his madre and then more from his padre, but he was NOT going back to sleep.
Some videos in bed, some comida in bed and then he was dressed by his madre and they headed out for a prowl of centro (ice cream?) and then the plan is to take a locals bus to Santa Cruz. At least they have a dry afternoon for their prowling. Phew.
So, at 245pm we are on lap 66 of 188 and we have almost 2 hours until the fries go into the oven. Hola hola to Bubba Burger domingo!!
Rainy day, so you have seen all the fotos from today. But....
From ayer, having come back from the jungla, Max was wrapped into a warm blanket, given his leche and iPad.
Trying to lighten the mood after Max was über emotional, Bex does what ever it takes. Oh madre!!
And while we are at it, let's see what Max y madre have been up to since the last time we checked out the crappy Sony DSC W730.
Max y Gwen having a munchie pit stop.
Tongue out...and Gwen looks like she loves being pushed by Max. Ahhhhh....no.
Right about here she is about to tell Max to leave her alone. Doph.
A great foto...postcard perfect!! Good work Bex!!
Another from playa Chahue.
Max loves this truck...because it's llantas move when it is in the sand.
Muy amable bomberos.
Muy feliz niño.
Coqueto Max and his older ladies. Oh Max!!
Another sunny day...it must have been at least 4 days ago...and another trip to the playa.
Another play date tambien.
Oh yes, he is often a lil'monkey.
If he meets you enough times, he is not timido. Here Max pays for and receives a few bolsas de cacahuetes, peanuts, from the muy amable señora who sets up across from the CP gates.
Hows this for a game? Max and the manguera and Mika with the bat...and wearing her rollerblades.
Ok...37 laps to go!!
Back at you post tina time.
Hasta pronto.
Buenos noches. First off...wow, what a great race!! And wow...adios JJ and Jr. Congrats to Brad K.
Now...wow...that was the most f'd up 2 hours of the lil'man's life we have ever experienced. If I never have another 2 hours like that, I will be a-ok.
The familia returned from a fun afternoon out, and the lil'man was pooped. So tired that he was slurring his words. Yikes.
What kind of fun did Max y madre have? Hola hola to a domingo treat and then onto the bus to Santa Cruz. Lots of fun there and then they walked to Coppel and bought a new alarm clock. Too pooped for more walking, Max was carried home and then headed to the banco for some video time (yikes...more video time) while I watched the end of the race and then cooked up la cena.
Dinner was served and the meltdown happened as soon as his plato hit the highchair. The issue? One very sore leg. The tears were flowing and the massage was given, but it did not help and being as tired and hungry as he was, Max became close to hysterical.
A walk outside did not help, being with his Poppa did not help (where is Momma? was what I was asked) and he did not want to eat or go into the tina.
So Bex took him into the bedroom and after a few minutos, he was lights out. Now he has not eaten so we were worried about him waking up hungry. We talked about it and decided to wake him in 20, hope he was calmed down, put him into the tina and feed him some cena there.
We cleaned up the casa and then Bex went to get the lil'man. Let's just say we should have stuck to plan #2...let him sleep.
He cried as he was woken up, cried as he was put into the tina, cried as he was quickly taken out of the tina, cried while his madre rocked him and gave him leche, cried when his padre took over the rocking, cried during his favorite airplane video and then...fell asleep in my arms.
But...he woke up twice crying and complaining about this sore leg. Time for the Tylenol and some more rocking from his madre and finally at 745pm...lights out again.
The wackiest 2 hours. Wow.
So now we have this leg thing to worry about and it is confusing as he did not complain about it all day, but based on how he was reacting (or maybe it was acting?), the leg was really bothering him tonight.
It could be a "fun" noche. Stay tuned.
You are all caught up...we are emotionally drained!!
Have a great lunes y hasta mañana.
Marco, Bexico y Max
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