We had a nice and super family-centric weekend. We went to the Georgetown men's basketball game at the Verizon Center to cheer on Diego's classmate's father who is one of the coaches. It was us and 13,000 other people there to cheer them on. I didn't realize how popular these games were. Despite our nose bleed seats, we had a lot of fun. Charlie was super into the game, but Diego lost interest after a half-hour and wanted to wander the corridors. Fortunately Georgetown won.


From there we went around the corner for Chinese food and then rounded out the experience by stopping by for the $5 psychic reading. Although we were in Chinatown this woman was not asian and when she came to the door Carlos and I had the same impression - maybe this was a front for a prostitution ring. She closed the door on our faces, scurried around inside and then a few minutes later opened the door again and let Carlos in first with Charlie. Diego and I had to wait in the "waiting room" which consisted of 2 chairs in the middle of a staircase. As the door closed, Diego looked up at me, shook his head and declared "I am NOT going in there." For $5 she did a brief palm reading. It turns out Carlos is going to live until he is 87 and that there is a woman in my life who is very jealous of me!! The thought of that cracks me up. I thought for sure Carlos paid her extra to tell me positive things about him because when I walked in with Diego (who was convinced only after I promised a treat) she told me that my husband's business will do well within 5 months. too funny. He insists that he didn't feed her stories to tell me....


On Sunday Charlie "chefed" with me for a while and then decided to take on his own project. He got every spice out of the cabinet, requested flour, oil and even opened up a random jar of tamarind, added some peanuts and mixed everything together. He got out the tart molds, we sprayed them with pam and he filled them with his special sauce. I cooked them at 350 for about 40 minutes and viola! We even tasted them. Not as disgusting as I would have thought watching what went into it. He made a recipe as well in case he wants to replicate the magic another time....
One of the highlights of this weekend was that we got Mark to bake some bread for us. Perhaps this is what inspired Charlie's baking - look at these beauties:
Sofia is starting to have such a big personality and, now that she can get around, she loves to be part of the action. If she hears the boys in the living room, she'll take off and scamper through the dining room (she takes a short cut under the table) and hurries right into their business. She likes to stand at the train table, open the drawer and systematically put everything she finds in there into her mouth. Often she'll crawl away with some toy sticking out of the side of her mouth. This weekend she figured out she could go through the tunnel that Diego and Charlie like to use for their forts. She spent the next 20 minutes crawling from one side to the other and back again. pure magic to her.

I realized that I am almost incapable at getting upset at Diego. I'm not sure why, but probably a third is because I feel badly about him being stuck in the middle, a third is because he is so adorable and a third is because when I do tell him to stop doing something he gets so sad and retreats into his room. He randomly says the sweetest things; this weekend he turned to Carlos and said "Daddy, you are my BEST friend in the whole world." And other times he'll just randomly declare his love for us. I worry that, because I'm not very strict with him, he won't concentrate very hard; when we try to practice his letters he loses interest halfway through the alphabet. I'm hoping that he'll get Ms Santora for kindergarten who is quite strict and that she'll whip him into shape given that I am incapable....
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Diego after 4 rounds of Hoot Owl Hoot this weekend |