Parentheses.

I think I'm done with my little few months of parentheses in this little place. I hope to post more, I hope to do a lot more of a lot of things.

And life goes on...

We left Mexico on the 22th of December, 2009.
We spend Christmas with Grandpa and Grandma in Houston, TX.
We left Grandpa and Grandma and got sep up the 1st of January, 2010.
What a great way to kick of the New Year!!!.

Growing...

Leire,3 mths
While our future seams uncertain and we aren't sure of what it holds for us, there one things that's constant ..these little things just keep on growing.

Moving and Packing.

Moving and having to pack or some of the most unfun things, specially when I have to fit the enormous task of packing six people's things in little undefined brackets of time. It's exhausting!. The rooms are a mess. Laundry piles. Toys are everywhere. Papers stack. Nick Nacks are too many. Forsake-all grows. Who knew I could collect so much stuff in 5 years!!.I'm sure you can do without a visual image of my messy mess right now. Quick sleep kids ... so mommy can do a bit more of that unfun stuff called packing. The good news .. we are spending Christmas with Grandpa and Grandma..the kids are so excited!!

Sisters

Ayleen just wants to kiss,hug and carry her baby sister.
Poor Leire....it's often a little too much love.

Thanksgiving

Leire

I'm two months old. I'm such an alert baby, I follow everything with my eyes. I don't like loud noises and I get so relaxed after bath time that I sleep for two hours or more.Everyone says I look just like Benji when he was little. Mommy thinks I'm the most difficult baby of my bothers and sisters, but she also says that because I'm cute it's alright and also cause I smile and "talk" when I'm talked to.

Everything that matters.

These past weeks have been some of the hardest in my life, it seamed the whole world crumbled around me, at least my world, my little bubble of a world; my dreams, expectations, years of sacrifices, when all was said and done, it was worth nothing.

It’s an indescribable feeling to see your dreams shatter into a thousand peaces and an even worse one to realize that you’ve wasted time on something that was a mistake even if the Lord tries to recycle the situation to bring some good out of it . It’s a form of death which comes along with a grieving process while you bury your dreams and dare to hope that one day soon you’ll have the strength to dream new dreams.

Life lesson , the ones that mark your life, your thinking and behavior usually come at a pretty high personal cost, maybe that’s what it takes to make them stick . I’ve learned the hard way that trust is earned not handed to anyone, and that seeing the good in people even when there’s none is not a virtue. Real friends are few and it’s in the difficult times that you find out who they are.

We’ve had to make some of the most difficult decision in our lives, and let me tell you, having four little kids makes me desperate in praying to get it right

There’s nothing left to do but to start over, so we’re starting over, the winds of change are moving and so are we. After being in Mexico for ten years it’s hard to say goodbye, it’s felt like home for a long time now. I may not have much and I’m certainly leaving behind a lot, I may have lost some things but I have Him and everything that truly matters …..if you don't believe me , check it out for yourself:

A wonderful husband

Bright kid 1

Bright kid 2

Bright kid 3


Bright kid 4.

I told you so.

Dreams...

If one dream should fall and break into a thousand pieces, never be afraid to pick one of those pieces up and begin again.

Leire Emilly

...and she's here.

Little Princess arrived on the 11 th of September of 2009. The birth-delivery took about an hour from start to finish, TTL . She weighted 3 kg, (6.6 pounds) my smallest baby so far. She looks just like the female version of Benji, with dark hair and dark eyes, although I venture say she's white. Thank you to all those who prayed for this sweet angel's arrival.

Summer Storms

The kids enjoyed this a lot. They each put away two cups of ice balls in the freezer... don't ask what for.


The aftermath: this tarp didn't quite make it.
I was just thankful that the van's windshield wasn't broken and the hood dented. :D

That's our back patio full of half melted ice balls.

Back to School!!

The official Mexican school year started on the 24th of August. One of the changes for this year is that Alex will be going to a nice private, christian, bilingual school for first grade. My baby is all grown up!!
He's been very excited about it and today he did his first homework. Today I met his teacher and it turned out I had already worked with her a few years ago, so that was really nice.
I will continue to home school Benji, which will have a mixed bilingual curriculum and Ayleen, and take care of the "new arrival" ready to pop out at any time now at an official 37 weeks old.
I haven't gotten a picture of Alex in his uniform yet but I'll post one, once I get the chance, here is a few of all of them doing some painting on Sunday on some coloring books Grandma Heidi sent them a while back. Thank you grandma!!
And on a side note: I'm driving almost everyday ... so good to be out of the house!!

My big girl.

Ayleen is growing so much.
She talks a lot and I'm really enjoying watching her develop her own personality.
She is very different then the boys, she is already very concerned that her hair looks nice in the morning, that she is wearing the right shoes and she makes an enormous effort to get dressed (mostly unsuccessfully) by her self, she changes her shirt at least twice a day... and tried to get away with picking her clothes. Her imagination is starting to take off and now she talks to her little stuffies, babies and the little people in the Playmobil that her brothers have. She loves whispering "secrets" that make no sense in my ear.
She has two dolls she puts to sleep every night and tonight she got out of her bed after I had turned the lights out with both her " babies" in hand, I threaten to spank her, and her babies, if she didn't get back in bed intermediately, her reply was a simple: -Please don 't spank my babies!, as she made her way back into her bed and prayed with them.
Silly little girl; she was more concerned about her babies getting a spanking than herself!!.