Hi. My name is E.I have hijacked Gringa's blog for this post because, well, because I am 5 months old and if I want to get my hands on something, I get my hands on something. And honestly, because I think I had the most all encompassing view on the goings on for the four days B and Gringa were here. I hear and see almost everything as I tend to be hanging around at least one of the older people at all times. It almost feels like they don't trust me to be on my own. Well, unless of course I am locked in that thing they call a crib (prison), and then it's like they don't want to see me again for hours. But I digress...
It was 2008, and my mom and dad {T&L} moved to the same town as MadHatter's mom and dad (and Stinkerbell's, but that was a year down the road still). Because they worked for the same company, it was almost obligatory that they meet. The Gringa's family was having a party. B invited T&L. And Gringa was not too happy about it at the time. She told B - "We are hosting a party for friends, do I really have to do the meet and greet with the new people too? And entertain them the whole day? This was supposed to be relaxing". But B insisted. And was right. It was instantaneous. They were friends for life before the day was over.
I have evidence of that day...
Oh my...they grow up so fast, don't they? Because this here is not the kid {and her sister} that walked in my door on a random Saturday morning. No knocking. No bell. They walked in like they owned the place and then they are all over MY mom. Hugging her and kissing her and generally just hogging her time. Then they were chasing MY puppies, especially that Stinkerbell, whom I find to be aptly named. And about 3 seconds after that they were somehow doing this in my pool.
They haven't even let me in my own pool yet, and yet they allow a miniature Russian Synchronized Swimming team to dive in? Over, and over, and over. I finally had to go take a nap just so I could get away from the girls constant stream of yelling "L, take my picture". "L, watch this one". "L, your didn't see that one...watch me now. Are you ready?" Trust me, I saw them all. All 350 of them.
I joined them after my cat nap and it wasn't much better. Somehow the girls had gotten a hold of Strawberry Beer (juice boxes) and the moms found a bottle of wine. I sat with them for awhile while they chatted and then got handed off to Dad because they said something about having to feed some other people in the house. There are other people in the house with needs??? I spent some time chillin' with my boys and then hey told me they were going to hit the hot tub with the youngling and I got excited!! Finally, I get to dip these sweet baby toes in nirvana. Nothing doing. I misunderstood - they were hitting the hot tub with their Yuengling... apparently the world's oldest beer is pretty good. I wouldn't know, they wouldn't give me even the tiniest sip.
I can't tell you about the rest of the night. But apparently, neither can any of the adults. Something about the Dad's finding 4 empty bottles of wine in the trash and the Dad's spending quite a bit of time with their Yuengling. {Though Gringa does have to interject here - yes, there were 4 bottles gone and a lot of beer...but it was over the course of almost 12 hours. That is acceptable, right???}
Next day we headed out. To the Oldest City in America. Which was a moment of discussion between B and Gringa because they were a bit confused. Didn't the Pilgrims land in the North East and begin their New World? How is a city in Florida the oldest? They forgot that the fact that the Spanish landed on American soil before it was ever part of America. Ponce de Leon found the Fountain of Youth here {and yet I am still looking for it says Gringa} in 1513. I have been here many times before but never like this...
I finally got to sit in my stroller. No car seat. No staring at my beautiful Mama's face. Not that I don't love that view, but there are so many things to see in the world! And yet, that seems to be lost on Stinkerbell. Who slept through most of the trip.
But MadHatter and CareBear had a great time...
Not sure who is teaching who at the cemetery...
But I do know this...these two were great friends. I guess they have known each other since MadHatter was my age and CareBear was MadHatter's age. Confusing? Yeah, my math skills aren't so great just yet but Gringa tells me that I'm right.
And these two...pretty good friends too. And that's ok with me, Gringa is a Mom too and mom's are always the best...
There was also a pretty cool castle...fortress...place with cannons...
And that MadHatter can be cute sometimes....
And a wine and tapas bar, where my only job was to look cute. Because they wouldn't give me any Sangria...
And then the rest of the visit was a blur of naps and diaper changes. Somehow Mr. B ended up wearing a hard hat to lunch the next day {he had the seat in the sun due to children being fussy about where they sat}
And finally, finally, finally, I got to dip my toes in the pool! The first time is always an event. Don't ask me why - I just wanted to get my splash on...
And then things went back to normal. I took a nap, the girls jumped from the side of the pool, and the big kids did what the big kids do when the kids are taken care of for a minute...they relax. Funny enough - no more wine was drunk and the beer was still half full when I woke up the day my life returned to normal. I guess my big kids have grown!!!
Well, maybe not!
PS. by Gringa - Fun. Fun. Fun. I've really missed the family and seeing the kids grow up. And maybe even watching the Big Kids grow up too!
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