Week Wrapped

Wilson finished up his Spanish class for the year with an afternoon spent learning how to make homemade tortillas with asadero and horchata. I was invited to partake of the yumminess, and it was delicious. Wils has an ear and a tongue for Spanish and his teacher says he has an awesome accent. He can roll his Rs better than I can. He will only tell me what time it is if I ask en Español.

Me: Wilson, what time is it? (He always wears a watch. I don't.)

Wilson: Que?

Me: .....

Wilson: Que, Mama?
Me: Ok. Que hora es?

Then he answers in Spanish. Also, he just got an Albert Pujols card to add to his collection. He is proud of himself for knowing that 'j' in Spanish makes the 'h' sound, and when he carefully sounded out 'P-U-J-O-L-S, he stopped, looked at me with an expression that was 50% horror and 50% delight. He will be telling his seven year-old pals about that one all summer. "Get it? Poo-holes?" Heh heh

And speaking of baseball, we can't complain about the spanking that the Red Sox got last night from Justin Masterson. He is so fun to watch. After an 11-0 shutout I bet he wanted to look up at Theo Epstein and yell, "How do you like me now?!"

On the random front: Our mailman talks on the phone while he delivers the mail. He has one of those Bluetooth phones so he can speed walk and deliver and talk all at once. It kind of startles me sometimes when he's walking up our sidewalk and I am taken off guard by his voice. A few days ago he was standing on our porch sorting through a stack of mail, talking about the size of a sturgeon he caught last summer. Can't complain here, either, though, as our mail is in our box by 10am every day.

Eliza is learning to play Malagueña on the piano and we ALL have it stuck in our heads. Wilson was whistling it while getting ready for bed tonight and I had to laugh because I have had those riffs running through my mind for three or four days now. (As I was writing this Zane, half asleep, said, "I have that song in my head")

My brother, Scott, found a great ex-7-11 in Spanish Fork. Check it out.

Zane is in the final stages of moving his mother--Mama Theresa--to Boise. She'll be about a mile from our house, which is closer than Zane has been to her since he was a little boy. She is cute--she calls daily to talk about how things will be when she's here. She is excited to have Eliza and Wilson help her make cookies and to take them to the swimming pool. We're excited to have her make brigole for us.

Eliza got her first sunburn of the year, Wilson crashed on his new mountain bike, and grapes are under $2 a pound again. Summer must be here!