O.C. Fair weekend...

On Saturday Mayra decided that we needed to go shopping. Whopee(sarcasm by the way)! We needed to buy clothes for the boys who will be starting Matthias again next Monday. Matthew's first experience with controlled academia. I'm not too thrilled about him starting school so soon. He has no idea that he will be in school for at least another 20 years.(Doctorate, at least). Poor lil guy...but atleast i hope he'll learns something. Anyways, we went to Stonewood mall in the city of Downey, which is definitiely more desirable than the city I currently live in. We shopped at several stores and bough our children pants, shirts, shorts, and even posturepedic pillows which I fell in love with when I bought Mayra one from JC Penney.
The highlight of my day was buying Matthew my 3 year old a dinosaur balloon which was a bit different than your conventional floating balloon. This balloon was actually filled with carbon dioxide and it came with little legs and a leash in which Matthew took pride in walking. He walked the entire mall like a damn proud owner of a new dinosaur. Other lesserly children watched in envy because his dumb father gave away $5 for a silly balloon. But it's ok, Matthew was happy and that's what matters. We even got home and he tucked him away. Matthew named him Beauty....of couse after his mother :)
Later that evening we went over my moms house, an entire 20 yards away, and ate hot dogs with the fixings. It was nice, relaxing and it prepared us for a chilling evening at home. Good times. lol
OC Fair, once again, Mayra's idea. I had a softball practice this morning and I pulled a calf muscle. My feet were kinda tired too. But I was a trooper and we ended up going with Grandma angie, Matthew, Jakob and Mayra to the fair. Nathan is stil lwith his dad. Upon arrival we quickly learned that Matthew was unable to get on any of the rides as his broken arm was a disqualifying factor. He was ok with it. There were plenty of other things to see. We spent a solid 4 hours there before Idecided that was enough. On the ride home we insisted that Matthew speak Spanish because we don't want him to forget it. Being bilingial is definitely a plus. We're going to try to incorporate more spanish into his life.

Warriors...come out and play...

Today was a good day. I was productive and positive. I spent the day with my kids and nephew hector. Matthew's arm hurt so I hooked him up with some baby advil and made him take a nap.He woke up feeling like a million bucks. Nathan read 4 chapters of his new book Mr. Popper's Penguins. I make him read it out loud or else he'll pretend to read it. The kids need haircuts

 I had a softball game today with my MSW warriors. We played very well. I have had a bad back for the last couple of weeks and have been trying to keep it easy but today I decided to put my back to the test. I FINALLY caught a pop up which built my confidence. Wariors played like champs and I am proud of them. We keep getting better every game! We only lost by 5 runs, instead of 20 to this team. I'm looking forward to playing the chasers again as i truly believe we can beat them.

Matthew's broken arm

On Monday I got a text from my wife Mayra , reading that my son matthew had injured his arm. I rushed to his grandmas house to see what was really goingg on. She assurred me that he was fine. I had a gut feeling that he was not ok. When I arrrived I found him in grandmas arms with his poor little right ainner elbow. I rm resting on a pillow, motionless. I felt a sense of panic at this point. I knew that something was wrong. I was told that he was not responding to anyone and that he just wanted to lay down with grandma and not move. I put on my father tone of voice and carefully asked him what was wrong. Matthew told me that his arm hurt. I scaled the question and he told me that it hurt him alot. I managed to get hime to stand on the floor and get a better look at his arm. Immedialtey, I noticed a bump on his inner elbow aka humerus supracondylar. I decided he needed t go to urgent care immediately. I felt no emotion, but i knew what had to be done.

At the doctors, we learned that he had fracured his elbow (humerus supracondylar). Of course, I felt terrible but the good news wa that it was not an ugly break and that he was not in too much pain. They put a splint on him and asked him to come back the following morning to see the orthopedic section. Matthew was in good spirits to be out of the doctors office. He even posed for a picture.

Initially, I was upset at everyone else for not supervising him and telling him to get off of the fuckin couch. But then I became realistsic and remembered that matthew is a stubborn, no listenin, do what I want, fuck yo couch kinda guy and was going to do whatever he wanted, despite people telling him to get off the couch. I have to admit that his mischieviousness kinda makes me giggle( in pride).

Why I've decied to blog///

For years now, I've wanted to write my thoughts, feelings and life experiences. I'd done it when I was in college but I ended up burning the journals in a guilty/shameful moment. Now, I'm at a point where I can care less about what people think about my blog and whether I want to open up to the world, but most importantly, to myself. I have a bad memory. I base that on my bad genes as well as my alcohol/drug consumprion as an adolescent. I totally screwed with my mind and body. That's ok, there are other ways to record life memories, thought, feelings and sensations. Last year I bought a camcorder ( on credit) from sears and sometimes forget to record very important life expereinces such as my kids bday or other mamadas. I've decided that having a blog will allow me to record these experiences on paper, or tthrough the virtual world. This is also a way for me to open up to the world. I feel like I'm not open with people the way i'd like to. I feel that people don't really know me. I was not taught that expressing oneslef was a positive thing, therefore I have a tendency to hold back. I want to break the reigns of isolation and a quiet voice. i want to share with the world, and whoever is willing to listen, my heart, my mind and my voice. I made a commitmen to not hold back, to speakthe truth, according to me, and to be vulnerable, despite criticism or praise. I do this not for praise (for once) but for growth. This will also allow me to look back when I am older and remember things that my memory will fail to remember. It's the worse feeline ever to not remember an important part of your life and feel aimless like a walking mummy with no cause. This blog will be my memory. This blog will help me.