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Pure Satan Pedigree
There is a patio on the second floor of our house. Ok, so it´s actually the roof, but it´s great to sit outside people-watch or study on. It would be very peaceful except every damn time I go out there, this freakin´ hell-dog comes tearing around the corner and tries to attack me. I have to sit close to the door so I can scramble inside when it decides unleash Napoleon-complex fury.

I like dogs, but am seriously considering giving the perro one swift kick over edge.


Can I Getta...
Found in each and every part of the house. And if you were wondering, yes -- that is a glow-in-the-dark statue of the Virgin Mary. It´s in my bedroom. Can I getta AMEN?

Carlito and Mateo
I can´t deny it:
They love me.
Carlito blows me kisses.
Mateo, well... Mateo drools on and tries to headbutt me. Signs of affection, no?
Just to be clear, it´s not like I´m trying to compete with exisiting, adorable children blogs. I just want to brag about how cute my housemates are.

Mark and I bought Carlito foam animal cutouts at the store around the corner yesterday. I think they´re for the bathtub? He absolutely loves them (and Gnomar, too). Actually, he loves throwing them at me and really gets a kick out of me flicking them off the table (I´ve never seen a child laugh so hard). Anyway, it works out great because he´s learning the different animals in Spanish, and... so am I. Oink-oink, mooooo, balk-balk -- we know them all.
Lastly, the boys have fantastic taste in electronics -- always grabbing for my digital and/or video camera or ipod (eek!). I am teaching them how to compose a shot.

Oh, and Mom, before you even ask, the answer is NO. You cannot have them.