Thursday, January 22, 2015

Jan. 22nd / thursday

Feeling a little on the low side. Don't know what is the matter with me.  I hate these feelings of feeling out of place. Not quite right.  Ugh I'll just keep thinking happy thoughts. 

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

horshoe bound


Jeremiah loaded us up into the pumpkin and surprised us with a trip to the lake.  



But first we stopped by the verde river near the dam, where we spotted a few people fishing. The weather was overcast, with sprinkles of water here and there.  Jeremiah and Jonas created a makeshift fishing pole out of a stick and some old left behind fishing string.  They were given corn from the men that were fishing out there.  They tried but didn't catch anything.


Then as beautiful as it was, something had to happen to make us remember that we are on this ride with  unpredictable situations.  Loma let me know too late she had to pee and had an accident.  And then she had to poop.  So we had to figure what Paloma was to wear.  We did. And then Angus didn't want to be cold, because it started raining, so he wanted in the blazer.  Neither did Mavis, she wanted in, too.  I was sitting in the blazer with two wild children, who were turning our vehicle into a jungle jim, and one restless dog.  I looked out at my other two looking so peacefully in their quiet fishing moment.




We made it to horseshoe lake, but when we found it, there wasn't much lake to look at.  It was practically empty except for a bit of water  down below.  We walked down the long, old boat ramp that was once under the water.  The kids loved it.  They love exploring and running around, throwing rocks and pieces of earth they find on the ground.  


They absolutely love posing for pictures.  (not!)


Then we spotted the most perfect camping spot after driving around on our way out of there.  
It did not feel like we were in AZ.  It reminded Jeremiah and I of our camp-outs in Arkansas.


We will most definitely be back to this spot.  
It was so pretty and green, with big trees and a little creek that runs below.  


On our way home, we had a beautiful sunset to guide us back.  The picture could not capture its beauty.  For eyes only, I guess. Some things you just have to view in person to enjoy.

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

9 years old / jonas encarnacion armenta

Dear Jonas,

You turned nine almost a month ago.  I always write a letter on all of your birthdays on the day but i guess i was being a bum and kept putting it off until later.  On your birthday, there were so many people here.    It was a kid party, with about 20 boys and girls running around our backyard.  Friends and family, all here to wish you a happy year.

I can't believe it has been nine years since I had you.  That is a lot of years ago that I became a mama.  When you were born, we didn't know what you were going to be.  When they said you were a boy, it just felt like, of course and when we named you, dad and I looked at each-other and said "Jonas," because we already knew who you were going to be.

My sweet and hard headed jonas, oh how i love you my son.  This year is going to be so great for you. You are a third grader and already proving how smart you are.  You are going to be in the spelling bee because you are a great speller.  And if you don't win the third grade spelling bee, that is okay, because you have already surpassed your daddy and i in the smarts department.  I only wished i could have been bright enough to be a part of something like that as a kid.

You are acquiring your own style.  That is beginning to become important to you.  I try to encourage you to dress exactly how you want to dress, whether friends disapprove of or make fun of your choices.  Not that that has happened, but I just want you to stay strong in your choices.

You love spending time with your friends.  Always planning your next sleep-over or friend visit.  Your brother often feels left out.  He's the little one that looks up to you and wants to be your best friend.  He doesn't understand that it is because you are older.  Please be kind to his feelings, as he loves you so much.

Cooking is still your utmost favorite hobby.  You are getting really good at it.  Oftentimes cooking us dinner and desserts.  Sometimes you have recipes in your head that are made up.  You make them and sometimes they turn out and sometimes they don't, but that is part of the whole creative process.  Learning, succeeding, failing - a true chef in the making.

You come up with things to do every weekend, afternoons.  Always doing, thinking, creating.  That is my Jonas.  The little boy that has had a mind full of ideas, since, forever and always, and so forth.  The little boy that throws birthday parties for a chicken, that has yard sales and bake sales, that gives everyone the silliest of nicknames.

We are all proud of the boy you are.

Love you,
Mom



Monday, November 17, 2014