Motored out of Puerto Escondido today and just a few hours north to Puerto Ballandra where we enjoyed a few days earlier this month. For hours Ouest repeated the phrase, “Me want you to find a sand dollar, Papa.” Cute at first, annoying as hell after number one hundred. Fortunately … Read More
Mer-Kids
Ouest took another leap forward with her swimming today—swimming underwater. She’s been putting her head under while swimming for months, but always just for a second. Today she stayed under and stroked, and stroked, and stroked. And every time she came up she was smiling as wide as her mouth … Read More
Fly This Car to Minnesota
We stood on the sidewalk of the airport this morning and said goodbye to grandma and grandpa. Grandma cried, told Ouest she’d be back soon, and then disappeared inside. “All right Ouest, let’s go to the market,” Ali said. “No. Grandma’s coming back. She’s going to come to Bumfuzzle.” For … Read More
Generations
Too bad great-grandma can’t be here too. That doesn’t sound right—she’s in Minnesota, not dead.
The Grandparents in Loreto
Really just taking it easy this week. No writing, not a lot of pictures, a 15-3 lead in cribbage tournament with Grandpa, and a lot of time in the water with the kids. It might look like a bus stop, but it is actually the town library. Yes, that is … Read More
Loreto
We walked around Loreto today. There really isn’t much to this town, which is fine because walking around towns with an entourage is always slow going anyway. There is a main road through Loreto that consists of a grocery store (where you will find quite possibly the only Mountain Dew … Read More
Catching Up
Grandparents are here and the kids are happy as can be. Been spending mornings at a cafe down the street, then to the pool, and afternoons in town. I haven’t written much because I’ve been very busy running up an 11-0 cribbage record against my father-in-law.
Act Now, Think Later
Act Now, Think Later. This has always been my mindset—for better or worse. I’d like to think that I intentionally choose to be this way, but it is probably more of a genetic defect. To give an idea of how this works with me let me explain what I did … Read More
Crab Prison
There is no good beach here in Puerto Escondido so today we dinghied out about a mile south to see what we could find. What we found was a shallow, rocky, seaweed covered expanse. So thick with seaweed that we had to shut down the motor and row to shore. … Read More
Playing Mailman
Ouest and I have been playing Mailman lately. I’m the mailman and I make deliveries to her. Before I give her the mail I say, “Special delivery for Ouest. Oh, hello, who are you?” Reaching out for her stack of cards she blurts out, “O-U-E-S-T. Ouest Lill Schulte. Forty-three pounds. … Read More