No Todo Yago

Photo courtesy of Tia Paloma

Yago lost his Wii privileges today.

Here’s the scene:

6:20 am.   Yago gets out of bed and these are the first words out of his mouth

“Mom, is today a school day?”

Yago is not allowed to play Wii on school day mornings

“No, Yags.  You’re still on break, but you can’t play Wii until after breakfast.”

“But I already had my chocolate milk  (the milk was the fridge leftover from last night and he had helped himself ) Can I just have three bites?”

“Ok. Yags.  That’s fine.”

5 minutes later…

“I’m done!  Can I play now?”

“Ok…please set the timer to 40 minutes.  4-0.”

“Is this right?”

“Yes”

Approximately 20 minutes later…

“Hey, Yago…why does the timer read 45?”

BUSTED!!!!

(He honestly thought that I wouldn’t notice.  Little Stinker. Once the drama ceased, he and Daryoosh sat down and built the tracks and played with the train set for about 30 minutes until time to leave the house. )

For those of you who think I’m a tyrant (I’m looking at you, grandma and abuela), we are going to try a week-end only plan if he can earn back the Wii by this weekend.

Aunt Sheila threw the best picnic ever while we were visiting her in Brooklyn this weekend. Just ask my boys!  Better yet, just check out their expressions in these photos!

I can’t find any words to describe the great time Yago had on this water slide so I’ll just show you in pictures!

Another Madrid adventure!  During our trip we took the boys to the Warner Brother’s theme park.  We all had a blast, but I think no one had as much fun as Yago did–especially here on the observation deck of a water ride!

Yago loved the dancing ground-level fountain at this park in Madrid.  He couldn’t get enough!  It was wonderful relief from the hot sun!

Both boys are home from school today due to flooding, but that doesn’t mean that they aren’t learning.
Overheard from the other room:
Yago: Daryoosh, can you say booby trap?
Daryoosh: boob trip

I just can’t wait to hear their future conversations!

I heart faces has a SMILES photo theme for this week’s photo challenge!

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My three-year-old loves Lady GaGa. Can you tell?

(This picture was originally posted on my Project365 photoblog)

It’s probably about time to write instead of only posting pictures.  I have the photo-blog (http://projectthree65,wordpress.com) for pictures right?

I don’t know why I’ve been uninspired lately.  I have a lot going on, trying to juggle work and home, but that’s nothing new, is it?  I’ve been more present with the kids.  We’ve done more activities.  I’ve been sleeping more at night (yeah, um, ignore the timestamp of this post). The kids are laughing, playing, getting along together–at least most of the time.

Hang in here with me.  I’ll find my voice again.

In the meantime, I’ll leave you with this:

I knew my two boys were different from the first day Daryoosh was born.  Today was just another reminder.  I had to go into the office for a little while with Daryoosh in tow. I used to be able to take Yago to the office for a couple of hours with no worries.  He would be content to sit on the floor by my desk or at my calculator and calculate away. Not Daryoosh.  No way.  Today he left my side within minutes and began to wander the building.  He entered every office and peeked into every cubicle, and he got upset if he was not acknowledged immediately.  When Yago was younger, I wished away his shyness. Now I realize its utility.  I certainly don’t want to change Daryoosh and do not wish him to be shy, but it makes me realize that I miss Yago’s shyness–especially since shyness is often mistaken for good behavior.

I hope this is the start of a long and beautiful friendship.

Once upon there was a very young boy who was a little shy.

It took him quite some time to love the adventure of a twisty slide

And then there was his little brother…

Who’s hair is now like this permanently from all of the trips down the twisty slide.

And thank goodness his little brother finally took a break.  His mom and Aunt Sheila really needed one!

The End.