Español y Podcasting

It wasn’t even 6:30 on a Saturday morning and already Yali’s pudgy little brown feet were kicking into my rib cage. I don’t understand why he decides to kick me more more than he does Oxbear. He just does. He also enjoys sitting on my neck while I try to sleep in a little later on the weekend. Never works.

Several hours later, it was time for Spanish lessons again. Commands, verbs, and more flashcards. My favorite command of the week?:

“No toques eso!” (Don’t touch that!)

He must hear that phrase fifty times a day from me anyway. Might as well be in his native tongue.

It was mid-afternoon. Oxbear and I had spent an hour or more moving all furniture and remaining boxes of belongings back into their proper places now that the painting was done. All we could hope for now was that those white-ish walls weren’t too destroyed by two active boys before officially being put on the market.

By the time I looked outside again, weather was moving in from the west. About time.

Out at the Big House, wild wind blew into the neighborhood, thrashing rain, cracking thunder. Carrie-Bri and I watched from the porch, cold rain spray like sea mist.

Inside, Mom watched male Olympic diving trials. I’d almost forgotten Rio was coming.

“Ug,” Carrie protested. “That is the most unmanly sport I have ever seen. Put some clothes on, man!”

So instead of joining Mom, we found a quieter room to finish preparing for a Skype podcast with fellow Cardinals podcasters in Iowa and Arkansas, including a columnist for KSDK Sports. The remaining thunder growled off into the east just as we signed on for about 90 minutes of discussion about all things baseball. Fun times.

Back home, Yali was enjoying the novelty of moving from “la cuna” (the crib) to “la cama” the bed. He and Puck now both officially shared the old solid wood bunkbed I slept in all those years ago as a kid. Growing on and growing up.

Or as Puck told me earlier in the day, “MOM! I HAVE A GROWING PAIN! IN MY FOOT!”