I had a really cool idea right around the kids' birthdays this year (that would be Aprilish). I decided that it would be great to start a new thing where every year I would write a letter to each kid on their birthday. So then, as an adult, they could go back and read what I thought about them and what they were like each year of their lives.
It seems like a simple enough plan. One letter per kid per year (that's a total of two letters per year). Unfortunately, it is the middle of July and I haven't written either. I think of the time I have wasted checking my email or cleaning or looking through junk mail or whatever and think: why can't I do this? Why can't I just sit down and write a letter. It is such a good idea. And it would be so easy. In fact, I could be doing it right now, couldn't I? See? See how I am?
Well, it was 107 degrees yesterday, so I guess it is the season for North Dakota to shrivel up and turn brown. When the lawn gets crunchy. Cookie is in soccer this summer, and Ama is officially a toddler.
We went to Mexico City at the end of May, and Ama got baptized. Catholic. Don't ask, you don't want to know.
Spencer came with us this year, which was kind of trippy, because it was the first time anyone from my world had ever come into contact with anyone from Daniel's world. It was trippy but still pretty much uneventful.
As Cookie gets older, it gets less and less okay that he doesn't really talk in Spanish. Mexican relatives blame us for that, as well they should. I will keep trying with him.
Here is Cookie on a boat at Xochimilco, the floating gardens and flower market in Mexico.
This is Arlet, Daniel's niece. Age 4.
This is Ester, also Daniel's niece. Age 2.
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