For the past ten years my younger siblings have been making a pinata and than on Christmas we all gather around with a big stick and beat it, I have heard this is something they do in Mexico also. I really enjoy this traditon and this year was no different accept I was here to participate.
Everyone heading out to the barn where the pinata was hung.
C.T. taking a whack at it.
Now my baby sister giving it a go. It did not last very long, soon everyone’s treats were laying about on the barn floor ready to be consumed (in individual bags of course with names, my mother is very organized with the whole thing). Afterwards we all sang Fum Fum Fum, okay so maybe we didn’t but we had fun.
Nini’s favorite attire is a swim suit. While living in Honduras she racked up quite a collection and would wear them just about every day.
Going swimming was also one of her favorite things, she misses it.
If I wrote poems I would write about snow today. It is both elegant and enchanting, ahhh to be a snowman.
Or not, I would get peed on by a big dog, I have seen it happen more than once.
I will just stay me and enjoy the snow as much as possible with my non snowmanness.
A few days back some good friends came over. We had met them while living in Russia. The wife, Anya, is Russian and the husband, Daniel, is American from Chicago. Daniel is a doctor and doing his residency at a hospital in Milwaukee at present. They have two boys.
Anya’s mom is in the US visiting her daughter for a few months.
All afternoon I had the pleasure of hearing Russian, so many familiar words that I could still understand.
The first snow was perfect, lovely, calm and gentle.
A pack of little girls and I went out to make the first snowman of the year.
They insisted that we make a snowchild too.
They named them Tito and Papa.