The other day I was in the taxi with Ouest when she pointed at something and said, “Papa, papa.” The taxi driver looked up surprised and asked, “Español?” Ouest does seem to hit all the right inflections on Mama and Papa to sound just like the little Mexican she is.

We discovered that the hotel we use for the dinghy dock and pool doubles as a spider monkey torture chamber as well. Maybe torture is a little strong, but man, whatever possesses people/businesses to purchase and keep wild animals in cages on their properties? This particular monkey enclosure looks as if it has weathered many a hurricane and just hardly survived. One monkey lives inside with absolutely nothing to do all day. Sweet little thing too. Not really knowing what to do for him we just bought a couple of bananas and let Ouest feed him. Fortunately she’s too young to understand the cruelty of his situation.

We are currently embroiled in the midst of teething hell. It seriously sucks. Lowe is normally the most chill kid on the block, but the past week or so has been brutal. One tooth is all the way through so we keep hoping for a couple of days respite before the rest come pounding through the gum line, but so far there is no rest. He’s gotten really good at grabbing anything within range and violently shoving it into his mouth like some sort of wild animal.

Hey, I tried to tell her but she wouldn’t listen. Live and learn Ouest, live and learn.

I love this picture because while Ouest was bending down to pet this adorable little puppy she didn’t realize that she’d gotten in Lowe’s range. Once you are within an arms length of that boy you can expect to have something pulled out. And man you can hardly believe how strong his grip is.