Blog of the Month

The funny thing about September is that it's gone.  Months have a way of disappearing when you get busy with major life changes, like moving again.  One day you're all, "We have six weeks left in Tijuana.  Plenty of time to get everything done."  And then you're like "Oh fiddle sticks.  We leave in 10 days.  Guess I should start sorting our crap into piles."

But really, no one likes to sort their stuff into piles.  That's like-- work--that you don't get paid for.  That's why I've decided to update you on what we've been doing this month in the hopes that Chris sorts all our crap while I pretend to be busy doing important work on the computer.  So here goes.  Just for fun, pretend I'm telling you in one long breath--like those people that never punctuate on Facebook.

We took the boys to the Delmar Racetrack (because they told us they were giving away stuffed horses and had free face painting and rock climbing and stuff and we're suckers for anything free) but then we felt kind of weird because we had our kids at the horse track and that just seemed kind of redneck, (like having your baby at a bar) but really it was just the first of many redneck places we took our kids this month.

The circus came to town, so we took the boys because "the greatest show on earth" doesn't come to town everyday, and the boys really liked it (even though angry animal activists with signs booed us on the way in), but the food was super expensive, like $12 for cotton candy.

We got Lucky fixed because he's a boy dog and he kept running off down the street to meet up with a girl dog and get in her yard (if you know what I mean) but then like five days later he ate his stitches out so Chris took him back to the vet and Lucky got more stitches and the cone of shame, but then like another five days later Benjy wanted to play with Lucky so he took the cone of shame off and Lucky ate his stitches out again, and Chris took him back to the vet to get sewn up again, and Lucky had to wear the cone of shame for eight more days, but now he's all healed and happy to be able to lick himself again.

Benjy told me that I should drive a monster truck because he really wanted to ride around in one but I told him that I couldn't fit all of us in a monster truck and we really couldn't take a monster truck through the drive-through at McDonald's, but then Benjy's bus driver asked all the kids if they liked monster trucks and Benjy raised his hand that he did, so the bus driver gave him a flyer to go see monster trucks in Tijuana, so we were all like, "Why not?  We've never been to a monster truck rally," so we went but they were sold out of tickets which made Benjy cry, so Chris found some more tickets for sale for twice the price and bought them, and we went to the rally and there were fireworks and big trucks jumping and catching on fire and losing tires and flipping over, and it was awesome until all the kids started falling asleep, except now Benjy thinks I should just put monster truck tires on my SUV because there was a corvette turned monster truck and if a corvette can be a monster truck so can an SUV.

We went to the Maritime Museum because we hadn't been there yet and we got to climb around on five boats including two submarines and shout things like "Swab the deck," "Ahoy there mateys," and "Shiver me timbers."

We went to El Vallecito, an archaeological site near Tecate, Mexico, to see cave paintings and the boys had fun climbing on all the rocks and hanging out with new friends who just arrived in Tijuana, which is really kind of sad because they're really cool kids with really cool parents, and we're about to leave.

We heard that there are races in Tijuana where monkeys ride dogs every year on Mexican Independence Day (Sept. 15) at the dog track and we just had to go find out if it was true, so we went to the track and saw a weird parade of animals and an ostrich race and exotic animals in tiny cages that kids could get frighteningly close to, but the kids got tired so went home, but then Chris went back and he saw that it is true that there is a race where monkeys are strapped to the backs of dogs, but instead of being funny it was sad because the dogs run really fast and one of the monkeys threw up, and Chris's picture was blurry.

Andrew and Benjy had tonsillectomies on the same day because we're gluttons for punishment and studies have found that in most cases if you remove the tonsils, PFAPA (which is the condition that both boys have that causes them to run high fevers of over 104 degrees once a month every month for 3-6 days) will be cured, and Andrew recovered in less than 24 hours, but Benjy was in pain for more than a week, but on Day 8 he was feeling better so I sent him back to school, but then the school called to tell me that he had blood in his mouth so I picked him up and rushed him across the border to Rady Children's Hospital, because the one thing that we needed to watch for was blood in the mouth, and the whole time I felt like a horrible mother for sending him to school, but then the doctor took one look in his mouth and said that he was fine, and we were all relieved.  And that was Friday.

Sometime in the mix of all this, I made a diaper cake for a friend's baby shower and wrapped up my job.

Pack out is Wednesday.

The end.