At 3 a.m. my alarm goes off. My eyes are burning. It's too damn early. On this early Saturday morning, we're heading out to the airport for a 6 a.m. flight to Chicago. Why Chicago? Because I've never been. Because I've always wanted to visit The Windy City. But most importantly, because I had a bunch of miles with Southwest that were due to expire so I had to use them or lose them. So I cashed in for a couple of round-trip tickets for Lynn and I (and baby Elliot) for a quick weekend getaway to Chi-town.
Sunday was officially the first day of spring but it didn't feel anything like it. No complaints here as I thoroughly enjoyed the sunny, cool 60 degree weather. It was a tad windy but hey, I'll take that over hot and humid any day. We had a picnic with friends at Baldwin Park in midtown and even had a pre-Easter egg hunt for the little ones. We definitely made the most of this awesome weather.
I had a bunch of hotel points that were set to expire at the end of March so I needed to use it or else it would all go down the proverbial toilet. The easy solution was to use it somewhere close, i.e. in Texas. But where? We were in Austin last summer so that's relatively recent. I can say the same with Dallas. But the last time we were in San Antonio, we only had two kids... and that was five years ago. So on Monday (first day of Spring Break), we were off to the Alamo City.
Ugh, my forehead is gigantic. I hate selfies. Anyway, I took Jacob to the Houston Dynamo home opener. Why only Jacob? Because Andrew is Mr. Indifferent and he's always "eh" to everything. Because Tyson would rather go to his grandparents' house and play video games all day long since the rules are more lax over there. Because Elliot is still tiny and all the noise would scare the crap out of her. Because Lynn is stuck caring for baby Elliot. So it's another (rare) Jacob and Papa Day.
Another busy, hectic (yet fun) weekend. On Saturday, the big boys got their first stripe/promotion in BJJ (Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu). Sure, every kid gets a promotion once they put in the time (not skill based) but I can really see their progression. In the last class, they did "king of the mat" which is a drill to submit/beat the other kid and the winner stays on for the next person. During the whole time, it was Jacob and Andrew who were the kings of the mat and not once did they have to get off. They dominated. But they were exhausted. I was so proud.
Chúc Mừng Năm Mới (Happy New Year)! This is my year, the year of the monkey. This only occurs every 12 years (yes, I'm 48 years old) so I hope it's a good one. This also marks five years since I started this blog. My first ever post was also about New Years. Crazy how time flies. What's more amazing is that I actually kept my goal of posting at least once a week. Here's to another five years and more...
This last weekend Lynn and I celebrated our 7th year anniversary. In the years past, we tend to do something "special". On our first anniversary we went to Tahoe. In 2011, Park City. 2012 was an outlier because we didn't do anything but tend to vomiting and pooing kids. 2013 we're in Breckenridge. 2014 we're back to Utah. 2015 was spent in Houston being a tourist and eating the best food in the city. So for 2016, we gotta do something big right? Nah. Not with baby Elliot in the picture.
The kids got Monday off for MLK Day so I arranged my work schedule accordingly to get that day off too. My plan was to take the family out to The Heights, to walk around and explore since the weather was going to be really nice (sunny, 60 degrees). But then I got a call on Monday morning and I had to go in to work. Bummer. I broke the news to the boys and they were pretty bummed. I was more bummed that they were bummed. But I was still determined to go so after I finished my work, I took the two big boys (since Tyson suddenly got sick).