It was another good year. Super good food. Super rad people. I was in charge of the horchata once again - and it turned out really good. Of course I can't make horchata without some type of incident and this year was no exception. While breaking up the rice in my food processor, I got this really good idea to add a cinnamon stick. BAD IDEA. The cinnamon stick got stuck on one of the blades and the food processor started skipping on the counter, spitting out rice water. I couldn't turn the dang thing off because it was moving too fast. I finally ripped the plug out. Suffice it to say, I had rice water & little bits of rice all over.
The only picture I took -
Thanks to Mimi & Grandma Meow for furnishing our clothes. The "toga" C is wearing and my hair band is from Mimi's Palenque trip in January. My shirt is straight from Grandma Meow's closet. I think F was sad that he wasn't dressed up. But don't worry - we gave him an eyeliner mustache. He looked rad.
I get this look from her all the time. Its a little bit "are you serious?" and a little bit "I'm giving you a courtesy smile, but you're bugging me" and a bit of "I'm cute and I know it."
Getting her official preschool diploma:
Her teacher brought out each kid one by one and said something unique about that child. When it was C's turn to go out, Ms. A said C was the smartest student she has ever had in her 8 years of teaching preschool. She called C the "brain" of the class and said that C never hesitated to point out if somebody said the wrong answer. That is so her. Love it.
