Many of you know that I am half Mexican. Those who just find this out often respond to me with "okay, yeah, I see it now." ha.... I have to laugh, because I think that the fact that I don't know my Mexican history as well as I could has actually made me develop a sense of humor that some find offending. You know "who's your daddy" or "Ay papi!" kind of thing. Well, I do know who he is, and in the pictures I have of him he looks as if he probably should have played one of the main characters in Fast Times at Ridgemont high...I just don't know, nor have I ever known, where he is. There is a curiosity that remains about it all, but, at the same time do I even wanna go there? I have noticed that my Mexican roots sometimes come out in my children, especially when they talk. "Memmer' this?"....when Rayla says that it makes me think she must be mimicking Carlos Mencia. Maybe she's really just discovered her inner Mexican!! They can all roll their tongues (to an extent) and learning the Spanish language has been extremely easy for them all. My three younger children could pass as being part Mexican - My oldest, not so much. She's as white as snow, and tall. Most Mexicans aren't usually very tall. Because I am Mexican, her father is....Californian (of course it's an ethnicity!! lol) and her middle name is Rose, I have historically called her my Mexicali Rose. I do know that it's also the name of a restaurant - And if it hadn't existed before Katie was born, I might think they stole the name. Now, please don't think I'm dogging on the Mexicans. I'm not...I'm embracing the humor that be for not knowing the Mexican part of my own history. My humor and creativity that is displayed in how I present myself, and how I describe my life, comes from all angles of my history - Mexican and not.
I'm sure going to have fun with the kids in trying to explain that they're Japanese, Finnish, Mexican and Irish....holy name....what about Japafinicanish? Finicanishanese? Irifinnijapican? Hahaha....If only!
School is out for the Summer (thank GOD) and hopefully the rush of getting here and there will ease, even if only temporarily. I can say that I'm happy I'm not fighting with my daughter every day about her HOUR long hair routine every morning. She would take a shower at night, brush out her nappy curls, get up in the morning and immediately get to working on her hair. An hour later, her hair is only scrunched up with gel and her bangs look like they've had a straightener run through it a time or two. WHY does it take an hour for her to do something that would take me FIVE minutes? Seriously, aside from the straightened bangs her hair doesn't look much different from when she actually rolled out of bed. I'm fairly certain that she's modeling in front of the mirror for 50 minutes trying to make sure that her hair looks good no matter what angle she is turned in. That doesn't work for me so well. I KNOW that people just don't give a rats ass about whether or not a single strand of hair is sticking out a little further than the others. I put my hair up in a clip almost every day. Even in high school, and my friends can attest to this, I would get on the bus with a mop top, brush it then and either whisk it up into a clip, or mousse and scrunch it up to dry naturally and freely. Not my kid. If the twins can't get their act together at that age and learn to just "let go" then I'm going to lose my mind! Two of em' pulling this crap every day would be enough for me to just shave their heads. That's the new rave, right? :)
I am quite lucky, though, that all my kids have a sense of creativity, some stronger than others. Katie is creative in the way she talks smack to us. A couple nights ago, after a suggestion from dad to go to bed early, just because, Katie wished us goodnight on her way to bed with a "Goodnight FA-THER." We laughed hysterically over this into the next day. My girls love bugs, and searching for them. So much, in fact, that many of the petals of my flowers have been removed for the sake of "looking underneath" to see if the bugs are hiding there. (sigh)....And Cooper, even at this very moment, is on a mission with invisible guns and hammers, trying to find the almighty super-fly, so that he may capture and destroy him! (I won't argue, as I hate flies...I probably won't go as far as to "capture" him, but destroy I will!!)
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