Busy Bee's

How 'bout this record breaking heat? It's always record breaking. Tell me something I don't know Frank Billingsley! Yeah, it's hot. So hot, I burnt the shit outta my hand on my own vehicle...I couldn't find a tree. Ouch. We always park far, but I will circle the parking lots to find a tree to park my car under. It takes me forever to park in the summertime. Keith thinks I'm crazy sometimes. But, have you ever gotten into a blanket being warmed in an oven to oh say, 1000 degrees, buckled into it and expected to be a happy camper? Well, that's why I do it. I try to keep the carseats from scalding my youngins, those buckles and the seat, in general, can get pretty darn hot. It's Houston and when they grow up they can choose to live elsewhere. (but, I hope they know that we will be moving wherever they go. I'll live in Dubai, I don't givah f#ck)


I remember piling into my Aunt's Dodge Ram with my 3 little cousins sweating our moles off. I'd look around at the 3 little girls and confirm that yes, we were all burnin' up and about 10 degrees from having heat strokes, even though the a/c was blowing full force. Little beads of sweat forming across all of our lips. But, off we were to run errands, shop or whatever was on the agenda for that hot summer day. We always had fun. Our days often began or ended with running down the cement, burning the soles of our feet, to the neighborhood swimming pool. I know my Aunt sacrificed a lot to show us a good time and for us to have fun-filled summers. I talked to the youngest of those 3 girls the other day and she asked how my boys were doing. I said oh, they're doing great...just driving their Mom crazy, but at least their having a good time doing it...and I also know why your Mom would sometimes smack you with wooden spoons. We chuckled and she said "man, that's wrong!". I told her I was kidding b/c I don't do that, but I can see why Moms might be driven bat-shit...especially with a house full of wild and crazy kids (some of which were not her own) and in this HEAT!


We had a rock'em, sock'em week. I took the boys to see the Bee Movie on Wed morning with their cousins J&J and Aunt H. I couldn't tell you what the movie is about. I barely know that it's about bee's...thankfully that was in the title. Mack had all my attention. Phew, he keeps me busy. So so so so so so so busy. Twenty minutes into the movie I can tell by the constant flip-flopping in his seat that someone has to pee. Me, Kale and Mack leave to the potty. (Sidenote: I thought I was on the last leg of my crimson tide. So, I utilized the lower absorbency feminine product).


As were strolling across the lobby to the restrooms I feel a sudden, let's say...whooshing sensation. I quickly grab Mack in a football hold and make a beeline for a stall with Kale lagging behind. I strap Mack into diaper changing station and hold Kale up to pee. Then, it's my turn to survey the damage. I soon realize that I was totally wrong about my menstruation shutting down production. Oh, looks like we've got some late arrivers...make room guys, she's in for a show!! Am now in restroom with a destroyed pre-schooler witnessing a scene out of Trauma: Life in the ER and an even angrier toddler bolted into a horizontal contraption unable to witness the montrocity. Luckily, I had an extra plug on hand, but panties are a complete loss, so I tossed them. Would've liked to go to lunch with Aunt H and kids, just not commando.

On Thursday we went to the mall to meet up with Oliver, Jaime and Lennon. The boys played and played in the indoor playground and then went for a round on the carousel. I got a workout in, too, chasing Mack around and around and around the playground. Mack's energy is relentless and his physical ability is surprising for us and a lot of other people witnessing his prowess. He is fearless and knows no boundaries. Good and bad. Good for him at facing challenges later in life. Bad for me and Keith who have to be on constant guard and never have a moments rest. A couple of little girls were patiently following Mack as he crossed a plank. After they all had crossed, one of the little girls turned around and asked "Is he Chinese?". I was caught off guard. Do I explain that no, he's not Chinese, but his father is of Asian descent, he's actually half Filipino? And, then I thought that was too much for a 4 year old. So, I said no.

On Friday, we met up with Jackson, Lisa and Emerson at the Noah's Ark pool. Kale had so much fun again. I noticed that visiting all these places this year as opposed to last year (when Kale was 2) I'm so less nervous. I mean I still try and watch him like a hawk, but with lil' bit, that sometimes get a little difficult. Luckily, I can usually trust Kale to handle himself most of the time. It's so nice and he's having so much more fun because of it. Later that evening, we went to dinner with friends from Austin. Dinner was great, except the last 30 minutes when Mack chose to flex his baby muscle and told us to "wrap. it. up. B!". You would've thought that we were secretly removing his toenails one by one in his highchair. We took our little party to the park nearby and lo and behold, he was perfectly fine. Tracie said "hey, at least he's not a handful AND ugly". She's right.