restless

I went for a run tonight just as the dusk was spreading her starry cloak over the sky.

The moon will be full tomorrow night but looked deceptively so tonight, shining above me as I ran.

My mind is restless (in a good way).

I want to push myself to my full potential and am pondering what exactly that looks like.

The ipod continues to shuffle and as one songs merges to the other I keep running.

Next to the path there are blackberries ripening. I've had my eye on them for the past week. I feel like stopping for a quick snack but don't.

One more lap and I am done. The dusk has turned to dark and my restless thoughts are now replaced with a calm quietness.

I stop and squint my eyes to pick out the black berries. They are tart and sweet, just as I hoped.

Tomorrow I will bring the girls.

bacon crack

We were driving to lunch yesterday and trying to decide where to go. THIS is always a cat an mouse game as I hate picking and my husband knows this so tries to make me pick whenever possible.

 Luckily I had chosen the previous time so I was off the hook so he decided to ask Ximena what she wanted to eat.

 She promptly replied from her car seat in the back that she wanted "bacon crack". We busted out laughing. When X saw that we were laughing she kept saying it over and over again.

"I want bacon crack, bacon crack, bacon crack."

We decided that this does sound tasty and can you imagine how addicting this would be? I don't exactly know what it is but it sounds good.

Speaking of crack, Kami is on this orange juice kick. Is ALL she wants to drink is orange juice. She promptly tosses her bottle or cup whenever we offer her anything else and demands "oange".

I was making cocinita pibil last week and needed some and was out so had to squeeze some by hand.

 I reserved two little glasses for Kami and she loved it.

Sisters

We pulled off the big room move yesterday and the girls seem to be taking it in stride.


So far no protests in regard to a lack of personal space have broken out .

They took their morning nap together and woke up happy.

Two good signs.

When we went to put them down last night Kami began crying she seemed a little scared to be going to sleep in another room. I wanted to grabe her out of her crib and snuggle her but did not, doing so typically leads to more crying and drawn out bed times. Instead I quickly dashed out.

We live in a three bedroom house and both girls have had their own room up to now. This has worked out just fine and dandy. However I have had this notion in my head from the beginning that they will be best friends and of course share a room.

I grew up with six sisters and at one point five of us were in one room. I have many fond memories of playing, fighting, and conspiracy with my sisters in our room. Our room was our space and when we were up there we could talk and just be ourselves in a way we were not outside of that door. Because of my experience I have always wanted my girls to share a room at least when they are little and this seemed like the perfect time to do so.

Some of our family from Mexico is coming to stay with us for a couple weeks in August and we needed a guest room. Commence operation room move.

I am watching them waking up right now on the monitor. I can hear Ximena whispering to Kami, "Kami wake up, wake up Kami".

There goes my morning peace and quite, time to put on the coffee and carpe diem!

saturday

We started the day with a quick breakfast from Grand Central Bakery.

We have fun plans for the rest of the day including moving the girls in together!

Cheers to a lovely weekend! Enjoy the sunshine!

Fly little bird, fly high, fast and strong

The story of Amelia Earhart is pretty damm cool. I love the fact that she brashly went after her dream and accomplished something huge. She bucked what was expected and traditional and did something that inspired her.

The mystery and many theories and speculations surrounding what happened to Amelia is all quite fascinating.

The fact that people are still trying to solve the mystery of her disappearance makes her story seem alive and present.


I love her quote below.

"The most difficult thing is the decision to act, the rest is merely tenacity. The fears are paper tigers. You can do anything you decide to do. You can act to change and control your life; and the procedure, the process is its own reward." - AMELIA EARHART


So go forth, and act, and accomplish something wonderful! Because you can do it!

Lickity Split

My girls LOVE ice cream! When Ximena lists fun things that she wants to do ice cream almost always makes the list.

My Dad loves ice cream too, and you can always count on at least one tub of Breyer's ice cream in my parents freezer.

My Grandma used to love eating ice cream and as a child I remember watching her stir her ice cream till it was smooth swirls in her bowl.

Since it is summer and warm we have been  indulging in this cool treat on a regular basis.

On Saturday we met up with tio Ryan and grabbed lunch at the food cart pod  on 43rd and Belmont. We finished off with ice cream from Fifty Licks.

This stuff is dangerously good! I think we tried all the flavors and there was not one that did not sing! I ended up with the passion fruit with szechuan peppercorn sorbet. It was sweet and tart and SUPER refreshing!

chasing trains

My drive this morning seemed especially beautiful, and included amongst other things, horses, golden wheat fields and a speeding train.

Poetic.

I have been enamored with the idea of chasing trains since watching the movie The Station Agent a few years ago.The movie is charming and the way in which it was shot is captivating with a lovely story to boot.

A train passed me as as was sitting at a stop light.

The light turned green and I quickly rushed past. 

A few miles up the road I pulled off and waited breathlessly with my camera  in hand for the train to re- appear. Soon the ground beneath my feet started to vibrate and with a rush, there it was!

My heart was pounding  with excitement as the train roared past.

Don't take my sunshine away

The sun left us this morning. 

Driving to breakfast drops of rain splashed on our windshield.

Thunderstorms occur when hot and cool air mix and tropical storms can come from this.

The moods in our house this morning set the stage for the perfect storm.

Cue tropical storm Kamikazie (she didn't get this nickname for no reason) which hit between bites of steaming ricotta donuts which sparkled with sugar and ginger.

We hastily shoveled fluffy eggs, biscuits smeared with butter and blackberry jam into our mouths, alternating bites with crispy potatoes and  thick pork belly.

I flicked a crumb off my lip and I frantically waved for the check .