I feel like we have finally hit the sweet spot for Thanksgiving.
What I mean is, we have finally figured out exactly what works for us…how many days to travel, what hotels to stay at along the way, what to do when we are in Monterrey, and how to really take in and savor our once a year visit with my family. It is a bumpy trip (as is any trip with 3 young kids), but it is always chalk full of fun and good memories.
Here are some of our captures from this year:
Driving through Santa Barbara on the way up we found a new park this year to stop at. Definitely going back here.
Love our stops in San Luis Obispo
Found a new candy store that had Willie Wonka playing on a non-stop loop
Introduced August to Dairy Queen…and his response was immediate double fist spoons.
Once we got to Monterrey, it was a balmy 50 degrees during the day this year! Brrr….
But we celebrated and made another year’s worth of great memories….
Dayla is a Girl Scout again this year, her first year as a Brownie scout. It is both strange and exciting to watch her be a part of something that meant so much to me in my life as a girl. I do hope that she treasures her memories as a Girl Scout when she is older.
I don’t know I want to document this, but I do. My clock died. My dream machine to be exact. I know it is just a clock. But, in a strange way, I feel sad saying goodbye to this clock.
This clock I have had as long as I can remember. I am not talking about before marriage….I am talking about before high school. I think it was the first clock that I ever had wake me up in the morning…like ever. My entire life, from elementary school, to high school, to college, and all the way through 12 years of marriage…this clock has been by my side, by my sleeping head, waking me up whenever needed, steady and true. I can’t think of anything that I have had in my life as long as this clock. And that is just crazy. So I feel like I have have to say a goodbye Mr. Clock. Mr. Clock, you will not really be missed….as I am really looking forward to a new, updated, this decade clock….but I do want to thank you for all the years you have given me. You were good to me. May you rest in peace.
My first boy. My Sebastian. You turned 4 today.
I can honestly say that I have thanked God for you almost every day for the last 4 years. I will probably remind you every year for the rest of your life how we hoped and prayed for you. How your sister prayed to God almost every night for two years straight for a little brother. How when I was finally pregnant with you, she switched her prayers to asking for a sister, but we are all so glad that God heard the brother prayers and answered those.
Sebastian, I am not sure I was thanking God for you when you were in my tummy making me SO SO sick…but for the past 4 years….I thank God for you…every day. I had no idea I wanted a boy until I met you. I had no idea how much joy, laughter, fun, unity, and love you would bring into our family.
You have a joy for life that is unparalleled. You see joy in almost anything. You love fun. You love going anywhere. You love people. You love animals. You love swim lessons. You love water (except washing your hair).
You love to dance.
You love school and your teacher.
Just this last month you have started to LOVE cars.
You love cooking and making up the strangest food combinations.
You love your dad also love and going pretty much anywhere with him.
You have a love for your older sister that makes her world go around and warms our hearts. You tell me that you love her the most….of all the people…you love your sister best.
Today as I was driving you to school I told you that I am glad you love school, but that I will miss you while you were there. You responded, “Mom, I love school…..But don’t worry, I love you too.”
I love your love Sebastian. I love you. The last 4 years have been a blessing beyond what words can express. We are so thankful for you. We can’t wait to see the boy and the man you will be. We love you Sebastian Victor. Happy 4th Birthday!!
You will never guess what August discovered all on his own….
We introduced Dayla to what a “selfie” is and how to do it.
After 30 pictures of herself…I had to also introduce her to what “photo bomb” means. 😉
I love having fun with my girl.