Fantastic Four

Beatle Mania - my experience

I love the Beatles.  Heck I love Elvis.

I've seen those old t.v. shows where the teeny bopper girls swoon over & screech & cry & scream & pull their hair & faint over their rockstar of choice.

Well I did that.

Kinda.

Maybe not as dramatic as you see on the tele.

But I cried.  Yup, tears.  Streaming down my face as I sang along.

I'm sure I bruised hubby's arms from grabbing & squeezing so much.

But it wasn't the Beatles or Elvis (duh)...

It was Morrissey.  GLorious.  Lovely.  Harmonious.  Morrissey.

In all of his glitter sweater glory.  Brought tears to my eyes.

One of my all time favorite concerts.

Thank you SuperMex for making it happen & checking it off my bucket list.

 

early morning bliss

i love waking to the pretty colores in the sky.

makes for a smily face on this mama.

picky pizza

For the most part you are an eater.

You'll eat anything.

Except when it comes to your pizza.

You don't like melted cheese.

So if it's too cheesy - no dice.

You are not a fan of marinera.

So if you can see the red sauce - no dice.

Which makes our options very slim.

Slim as in your like one pizza place.

One type of pizza.

Pesto.

Little cheese.

No red sauce.

Perfect slice of Coco pizza.

Evil Knevil

Sometimes this girl just floors me.  

Floors me into anxiety mode that is.

We brought along the plasma cars to a birthday party.

And, well, that's all she did the duration of the party.

Punched it down hills on the plasma.

With her favorite friend riding shotgun.

I didn't leave my post for 3 plus hours.  

I just monitored.

And reminded her to

slow the heck down!

No such luck.

Home chicken floored it.  

Feet up

Ripping around corners

Skidding to stops

I swear my heartbeat jumped evertime she rounded the corner.

That is because - 

I have this fear.

A fear she might lose her PERMANENT teeth.

Apparently I was harping on her more than I thought.

I say this because of the picture she gave me later in the night.

Yup, me on the left.  Arms waving - mouth wide open.

Ah Motherhood.

san francisco lovin'

took our sweet itty bitty lovey girl for a road trip in celebration of her fifth year of life.

five.

a whole handful.

it was great.

so great we already have a reservation for December 2012

Our first day in the city started bright & early.

4:15 for Sergio.  4:30 for me.

The girls were roused by 4:45

By 6:55 we were in the air & a short hour later we were bound for Union Square.

We all enjoyed a yummy lunch down at the Fisherman's Wharf.

I'm guessing the girls favorite part of the day was riding the trolley cars around the city.

Scratch that.

It was shopping.

Our first time in Chinatown was super successful.

Fans, shoes, dresses, pandas.  All were purchased and the pandas were especially loved.

Pandito & Pandy Mora.  San Francisco, December 2011

At the end of the day we found ourselves visiting the surrounding hotels.  Taking in their holiday decor.  Gazing at the grand christmas trees & the lovely gingerbread houses.

Day one in the city R-O-C-K-E-D!

 

Bring it 2012

The new year always gives me something to look forward to.

I'm given the opportunity to start over.

Start anew.

Make promises.

Accomplish things.

Make a check off list.

Dream.

Succeed.

So to 2012 I say, Welcome!  I am looking forward to living you & loving you full throttle.

I've got big things instore for me this year & I plan on making it happen.

My motto last year was challenge.  

This year it's strength.

On that note I want to...

Be strong emotionally & physically.

Start my days on a positive note.  WHen I wake I want to fill my thoughts with goodness.

Work on my photography - on another level.  Take a class, join a forum, grab the camera & shoot, take photos of others, perfect my editing.

Keep  a journal - I have one for each of the girls, why shouldn't I?

Be more independent - rely on the hubs less for the things I can do myself.

Learn to sew.

Eat pure.  Less junk, sugar, starch, preservatives.  More; greens, organic, papayas, smoothies, fish, purples & reds.

More books, lots of books, two books a month. - Magazines don't count!

Be less of a short order cook.  It's good to introduce your children to new foods. 

Make time for my health.  Which also means no more excuses for not going to the gym.  Get back to running.  Return to my pilate & yoga classes.

More dates.  Twice month if we can swing it.  I love dates with my mexi.  I need to take bigger grander jestures & come up with fun things to do together.  

More one on one time with the girls.  I love Mommy dates with my little ladies.

Re-learn how to skateboard.

Make my "Me" time count.  Facebook doesn't count.  

Looking forward to some fun stuff.

 

 

 

Fingers - what they mean

Today my first grader found out the middle finger was bad business.

Yup, she learned this little gem - in. the. first. grade.

Lovely, I know.

From a girl. (Gasp)

I thought for sure it would be a boy.  Or the real life version of Junie B. Jones (a rather "spirited" girl child in class.)

The thing is she was told the middle finger was a "bad word" from this little ninny.

Gigi - not knowing this information stuck up her finger and said, "It is?"

And that my friends is how she got busted.  Along with four other kids.

On the upside my sweetness was the only one to be truthful & confess that she did indeed stick up her middle finger.

So now she knows.  The middle finger is unkind.  And any future use of it will get you sent home.

The End.

What. Does. It. Matter?

My littlest Queen is a firecracker.

One recent convo on how to pronounce her name.

Big Sis - You say your name like this Coco (insert spanish accent).

Lil Sis - Coco? (5 year old proununciation)

Big Sis - No, not COCO.  It's Coco (spanish twist).

Lil Sis - Ah!  What does it matter?

A love letter

To my Husband.

Or as our youngest would call you, "The Cheezy Mexi"

My love,

A note to tell you how wonderful this past year has been for me.  

For us.

To wake up every morning & be able to spend the morning, noon & night with my babies is a blessing I never knew I always wanted.  Because of you I am living my dream.

I am honored to be your wife & blessed to be the mother of your children.

Thank you for providing myself & our children with your abundance of love.

Those two little Queens aren't aware yet of how lucky they are that you belong to them.  

I love the little family we have made.  

I love knowing it will be the "fantastic four" till the end of our time.

I adore you tremendously.

Even when you keep me up with your snoring.

I love you more than my Iphone - although sometimes you might feel like you are fighting for attention as I have that magnificent little gadget tight in my grip.  

I love how you work hard & tirelessly so I can stay home & keep house go to the beach, workout, be room mom & drive the convertible.

Thank you for making us your priority.  The girls will only benefit from knowing they came first.

I appreciate your goal has always been to be a family man.  I appreciate you obtaining that goal.

I love you for all you are - husband, papa, friend.

You are my joy.

You are my sunshine.

You are my everything.

Big hugs,

Mrs. Mora

The year in review

Feeling blessed.

This year was good.  I mean I'd be up for repeating it if I had too. (Yup, it was that good!)

2011 - it was over the top.  Lots of happiness, granted health, living fully.  I couldn't ask for anything more.

So adios 2011.  Thank you for being wonderful.  Looking forward to a spectacular 2012!

christmas bliss

my home was quiet & blissful & busy.

quiet because the girls were busy playing with their toys.

blissful mommy - i got to just sit back and watch them enjoy eachother company.

merry christmas!