LAX season

Say hello to my little gladiator. See that smile on his face? This is the same guy who fought me for five months about not wanting to play lacrosse. That, however, was before he realized you get to wear pads and a helmet! *Note: the helmet he's wearing in this picture is actually adult-sized if it seems a bit big. We had to order one for his slightly-smaller-than-adult-sized-noggin, but I wanted to get the full effect for this picture.

Practice starts in just two weeks, so this afternoon when I found myself with a little unexpected time away from the girls--my dear friend with twins took both of the girls off of my hands for a mass play date--Catcher and I went on a date of our own to Lacrosse Unlimited to get him suited up for the season.


panda day

According to Scout's preschool teacher--and I totally trust her on this one because she has a lot of random knowledge to share with her students--today was some sort of panda awareness day. I don't recall the exact nomenclature, but the children were asked to wear black and white or black or white to school. Scout came out of her room dressed in this arrangement this morning (she took the "assignment" very seriously). You may not be able to tell from the pictures, but both her jacket and her vest are faux fur. If there had been a prize for dressing like a panda, I think she would have won.


life after vacation

Things haven't been too exciting over here since I ran out of vacation pictures to post. On Monday--Martin Luther King, Jr. Day--the kids and I participated in the MLK march through Austin with some friends. We rode the city bus, which is arguably more exciting than hanging out on a beach in Mexico, and had lunch a cute little spot on the east side--Yellow Jacket Social Club. Since then it's been back to grind of school, ballet, play dates and homework. The cold came back today accompanied by a steady, freezing rain, so I'm missing those 75-degree afternoons (the ones from Austin).


back in the pit

The sun returned to Austin on Saturday! Actually, it may have peeked out on Friday, but Saturday was the first really lovely day we had here in a while. My three pals and I decided it would be the perfect day to visit one of our old favorites--the Nature and Science Center. Apparently we weren't the only ones with this brilliant idea because the place was more crowded than I've ever seen it...ever! I actually didn't mind the crowd (maybe Disney World taught me to be a little more tolerant), and the three amigos kept themselves busy digging in the sand for an hour while I took in some Vitamin D.


surf camp, part 2

When Alex and I stumbled across surf camp #1 we actually thought we were headed in the direction of Playa Cerritos, a well-know surfing spot just a few kilometers south of where we stayed in Pescadero. When I realized we had jogged north and Playa Cerritos was south, we took an afternoon detour and ended up at the right spot. On this funky beach we saw not only surfers but a few horses and two random massage tables under a tent. There were also guys walking up and down the beach trying to sell shiny trinkets, but we saved our pesos for overpriced pina coladas while watching the action.

P.S. If you're tired of pictures of tiny people in the ocean, skip the rest of this post; however, I do recommend that you check out all the photos. The last surfing action shot that I got was pretty cool.


surf camp

This is my penultimate vacation post. Soon enough you'll be free from the reigns of my Mexico photos and back to looking at pictures of my children every day. Below are surf photos, part one. I wasn't joking when I said I took 200 pictures. I've edited, but it's still too overwhelming for just one post.

This is a surf camp that Alex and I discovered when we took off on a grueling run down the beach. I was feeling very ambitious and suggested we go for a five-mile run along the sandy dunes. Just one mile from our home base at Rancho Pescadero, however, I was huffing it--must have been the margaritas from the night before--and sweating buckets as we descended upon a little surfer's hideaway. Our discovery turned into a great excuse to abandon our run and stroll back to the resort to fetch my camera. I mean, we were on vacation--who ever heard of a five-mile run on vacation (professional athletes not withstanding)?


gratuitous beach shots (evening)

In my life I've been fortunate enough to watch the sun rise over the Atlantic and set over the Pacific. Growing up on the east coast, I was always partial to the sun rise over the ocean as an answer to the ultimate ethereal question whether it is more blessed to watch the sun rise or set over the expanse of the great main. Now that I've settled in the middle of the country, I'll take either.

In Mexico on my tenth anniversary vacation, however, I have to admit that watching the sun set over the ocean was pretty romantic--the beachside palapa was a nice touch. It was also the perfect time of day for whale watching (at least until that ball of fire dipped below the horizon and darkness quickly descended). So here we are, having cocktails and watching whales.