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Thursday, May 25, 2017

2017 Magnets

For the past 10 years I have been making magnets for Phi's birthday. It started as a 3rd birthday party favor and has become a tradition. With Louie, these magnets started when we announced we were expecting! Over the years the photos went from ones I wanted to ones they wanted. Now when they take pictures they say things like "Ohh that might be my magnet picture!"

That's exactly what happened with Louie this year. She really really wanted this for her 7th year magnet. Wouldn't have been my choice, but it does say "Chicano" in Old English in the background so I went with it. 

Presenting Louie's 7th Year Magnet.... 

Over the past weekend I had my camera out at a family party and I headed out to where the cool kids were hanging out. While I was there I snapped a few pictures of Phi hoping something would be magnet worthy. I hit the jackpot. I cannot get over how beautiful, or how grown-up she looks in this picture.

Presenting Phi's 12th Year Magnet.....

So if you are a collector of magnets of these 2, hit me up at the next family get-together! 

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Hey Batter.....

Another big change for Phi moving to an everyday school from home school was PE. For years a walk through Art Walk was considered PE. My kids have never played any kind of organized sport. They just have never had any interest and maybe J and I should have pushed them, but we never did.

Throughout this school year Phi's PE class has played dodge ball, volleyball, basketball, capture the flag, pickle ball, lacrosse, and even kick ball. She tolerated some, and hated most. And then at the end of the year they did a few weeks of softball. And she loved it. Well she loved the hitting part anyways.

Imagine our complete shock when Phi asked us to take her to the batting cages. After we picked ourselves up off the floor we started looking for local batting cages. The next weekend we headed out to some indoor batting cages. We rented a cage? box? Not sure what they are called. Grabbed a bucket of balls, borrowed a bat and batting helmet (because of course we don't own any of those things!). Then Joey pitched balls to the girls for 30 minutes.

I thought that this would get it out of their system. I thought Phi would find something about it that was boring or scary. Instead they both loved it and asked and asked for us to go again. And the next time Phi wanted to hit from the pitching machine. Apparently her Poppa is no Fernando Valenzuela. Yes I realize her retired about 20 years ago but that is the only pitcher I am 100% sure was a pitcher.

So we went again. And Phi did really well. Even Louie was hitting some off the tee. Then we were at a store looking at bats and gloves. And the girls keep asking when we are going to go again. I have no idea if this will lead either of them playing on a actual team. But J and I spent a lunch imagining Phi as the top USA college softball player and traveling around to watch her play. 

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

#32 Graduates College

I have mentioned it here maybe or twice but I come from a very big family. My mom's side at last count was 104 people. 104!!! This is 4 generations. In my generation, "the grandkids" there are 32 of us. This past Saturday #32 graduated from college. 

#32 is our baby. Selina (yes she is named after Selena) graduated from CSUCI with honors. She is such a smart cookie and will continue on to earn her teaching credentials. The familia is so proud of Selina. When she asked me to take some pictures I jumped at the chance. We set up a date to shoot on the Limoneira Ranch, where our family started. We got lucky with a gorgeous day. 

This picture was a tribute to our Tata. My goodness did that man love Selina. For as long as I can remember my Tata worked on a forklift moving crates of lemons. Our Tata wanted us all to get a good education. He loved to learn and he worked hard to give his kids and grandkids opportunities he never got to have. I know his Selina has made him so proud.

Congratulations Sel! We love you!

Monday, May 22, 2017

12 and 44


How in the world can you be 12 years old today? Lately I have noticed that you are almost as tall as me. It's so weird. I swear you were just as tall as my waist a few days ago. This is it, your last year of being a kid, next year you become a real live teenager. You are growing up and Poppa and I are so proud of you and how well you have adjusted to all day school. You have made some great friends. You have worked hard at your artistic skills and your drawings are really spectacular. I love how you come home from school and tell me all about your day. I hope that you always talk to me. I hope that you know that I always want to hear what's going on in your life. Nothing is more important to me. I am so proud to be your Mom. I hope your 12th year is amazing! I can't wait for our birthday trip!

Happy 44th Birthday Babe!  I met you when you were a young 30 year old and here we are 14 years later. We have been on so many adventures together. When we added the 2 rugrats to the mix we just brought them along for the ride. You are my heart. There is no one else in this whole world who I want to be around 24/7. I love the life we have created, filled with family, art and fun. I hope your 44th year brings you happiness and fulfillment. P.S. I love you...forever and today. 

Thursday, May 18, 2017

Ending the year strong

As the school year is coming to an end we had one last big project. A book report. Louie decided to do a report on her current favorite book, "Bearded" by Jeremy Billups. It is a great book and as you will see she loves it because it reminds her of her Poppa.

Friday, April 28, 2017

Lots of Period Talk Around These Parts

Last summer I had the big period/sex talk with Phi. She had just turned 11 and since I was 11 when I started mine I figured I better prepare her. I checked out books from the library and read some on-line articles about how to give "the talk". Then on one weekend afternoon, we camped out on my bed with books and pamphlets.

We talked for about 2 hours. I gave her a straight forward talk about puberty and even the dreaded sex talk. She had a lot of questions for me. I felt like it went well and she has continued to ask questions.

Since then it's been like a waiting game. I feel like I am just staring at her, just waiting for her to start her period. When she get a little moody I think, "It's gonna happen any day now". And then she goes back to her normal pre-teen self and nothing.

On April 1st, she got me good. I heard her yelling for me from the bathroom and as I ran into the hallway she says, "Mom I started by period!" and as I opened the door she yells "April fools!". She got me so good.

Recently I bought these cool new "teen" pads and gave her a little pouch to keep a few in her backpack. A few of her friends have already started and really I am shocked she hasn't yet.

I don't know why I am so anxious about this milestone. Phi is not even as anxious about it as I am. I think it's because in my mind when this starts she will immediately turn into a stereotypical teenager. I feel like it will be the beginning of a big change in our relationship. The change that I am so scared of. Where she becomes more distant. Where she stops talking to me. Where she feels like she knows better than me. I am doing what I can to talk to her and more importantly listen to her as often as she lets me. She tells me about her day everyday. And we write to each other in a private journal back and forth. I just want to know what I can do to keep the conversation going even as she becomes a teenager.

Any day now.

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

I was interviewed! By Phi!

For an English assignment my Phi had to interview someone about one topic. I was very honored that she choose to interview me! 

Head over to Phi's blog to read her article and listen to our interview. I know I am her Momma, but she did a really great job!

Thursday, April 13, 2017

I have lived her longer than anywhere else

Joey and I moved into this house back in April of 2004. That means that we have been living together, under this roof for 13 years. I was like "Damn that's a long time", but then I started to really think about it.

The first home my parents and I shared, I lived there about 3 years. They we moved to another house and we were there for 10 years. Then in 1990 we moved to Moorpark and I lived in that house for almost 9 years. Then it was off to college and I didn't live anywhere for more than a year or two at a time. Then I landed here, and I have been planted here for 13 years. I have lived in this house longer than I have ever lived anywhere.


How is that even possible? I remember the day we got the call that Joey's offer on the house had been taken and we were homeowners. We were at Disneyland with little 4 year old Chone. While we were there we bought our first Christmas ornament, even though it was March.

It's crazy how fast 13 years can go by. Joey and I have always wanted to move closer to my family. When Phi was a baby we even put the house up on the market ready to move. The house didn't sell and Phi started school and now the kids have totally grown up here. We all have friends here. This is their hometown. This is our home. We have filled it with bright turquoise walls, coral doors, lots of art and even more memories.

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

At the Bowers with Frida

The Bowers Museum in Santa Ana is currently showing the exhibit, "Frida: Her Photos". An exhibit of some of the photos found in her house. I have seen this exhibit once before at MOLAA, but when my Comadre Patricia asked if I wanted to get together to go I jumped at the chance. I will never see enough Frida, and an afternoon with not only Patricia, but with my cousin Erika with a K Darling and my Tia Grace, it made for a perfect Sunday afternoon.

Of course there was no photography allowed at all in the exhibit. (No pictures of the pictures!)
And you know that I am of those rule followers. Plus they had staff everywhere! The photos spanned from Frida's parents before she was even born, to Frida right before her death. Looking at her photos is so different than looking at her painting. Her painting show her emotions, her insides and the photos give you a glimpse of her real life. Her day-to-day. Which of course is amazing to see. Out of all the photos on exhibit this is my favorite...

Just for the record this was not a photo taken by me! 

I will admit this here and now, I am not a fan of Diego Rivera. The person or the art. They way he treated Frida and just added to her turmoil is just unforgivable. But this photo just really captures Frida's obsession with the man. She loved this ugly unfaithful man something fierce, just like Frida took on life. Her fierceness got her through life.

My own little Frida's...

This was our first trip to the Bowers Museum so we wandered through the entire thing. We saw some California history and I learned a new word that I am obsessed with...


Seriously how great is that word. They had some great Chinese and Polynesian exhibits filled with crazy things like dog teeth necklaces and elephant tusks carved with the most tiny detail.

There was also this super cool exhibit of hand painted movie posters from Ghana. Back in the 90's these little "movie houses" were popping up playing VHS tapes of American movies.

OMG, 10 year old me would have loved this mural in my room!
 Since they did not have access to Hollywood movie posters, the got creative and made up their own. Can you guess the movies these are advertising?

Mario Lopez, is that you?? 
 These were seriously so awesome to see. Some were just painted on canvas and other were painted on mega flour sacks.

I love art museums. They fill my soul. It was the best to explore with my cousins and Tia's. We got a lot of ideas for Erika's Polynesian themed wedding. haha!

We just found out that there is a Frida and Diego painting exhibit in Arizona. Think it's time for a family road trip!

You can check out Phi's blog post on out trip by CLICKING HERE 

Friday, April 07, 2017

10 Years

Dear Cousin Roman,

As I pulled out my memorial t-shirt to wear I sighed at how worn it has gotten over the years. When I looked at the dates and realized that a decade has passed, since you have passed away, it made sense. Even though I only wear and wash it once a year, 10 years in a long time.

 It's hard to wrap my head around the fact that it has really been 10 years. It still feels like yesterday that you were here with us. I find comfort in knowing that you have been there, watching us and watching over us. You have seen all our happy times and been there for us during some really rough times.

You are forever one day away from 20 years old in my mind, but tomorrow would have been your 30th birthday. I sometimes find myself wondering what you would be doing if this disease hadn't taken you so soon. What kind of job you would have had, who you would have married. I know we always say how lucky we were to have had you with us for so long, but really it still feels unfair. You should still be here with us.

Roman know that I still think of you everyday. I miss you everyday and I love you very much.

Your Cousin,