Candace: What happened?
Claire: Caroline fell off the couch.
Candace: How did Caroline get on the couch?
As it turns out, Claire (who has become increasingly helpful with Caroline) thought that Caroline would be more comfortable on the couch. Claire then returned her attention to Martha Speaks, and Caroline plunged face first off the couch. Bloody nose... scraped forehead... etc etc. Claire is a great helper and a sweet big sister to Sam and Caroline, bloody noses notwithstanding.
I wasn't here for this next one:
[CANDACE AND CAROLINE PLUMMET]
Candace: #()@$(*
For the record, I don't think Candace has ever said "#()@$(*" in her entire life, and I'm sure she didn't at this time either, but I'm sure that if she was ever going to say it, this would have been one of those times. You see, we have these great beams on our top floor play room where we have hung two hammocks that are used every single day. We have polyester straps wrapped around the beams and put towels under them so they don't rub and fray on the beams while being used. Well, apparently the first hammock hung had (alliteration central!) already begun to fray when we put the towel under it. Many days have we swung the kidlets in the hammocks and they love it. Well, on this day, with Caroline laying on Candace swinging gently, the strap broke, and they fell on their @$()@#(.
[WALKING UP TO A MEXICAN RESTAURANT]
Candace: I think after this, I'll be ready for steak again.
To fully appreciate this comment, we have to go back 11 years when Candace and I first met, dated, and eventually married. Candace did not eat red meat. Not steaks, not sloppy joes, not even In N Out if you can believe it. We'd go out to dinner and it's as if she'd taken the Chick-Fil-A billboards to heart that say: "Eat mor chikin." You know the billboards I'm talking about... with the cows painting the sign. Over the course of our marriage, her tastes have evolved, beginning with my excellent hamburgers, and progressing to other cuts. Here in Argentina however, where they describe themselves as the #1 world exporter in beef, after Brazil, Candace has really surprised me by actually ordering steaks, and liking them.
The bad thing about being the #1 beef exporter in the world, after Brazil, is that many of the restaurants are focused on, well, beef. We, however, will not be forced to eat beef. We found a Mexican Restaurant and went out for Mexican. It was really good. Before even eating, we were talking about how it was nice to take a break from the beef (although I didn't think we needed a break)... and Candace said the above. I love my wife.
We've got all kinds of funny stories about traffic, grocery stores, and protesters that all help paint the picture of life abroad. We are having a good time and finally feel like we're settled in.
VIVA LOS ARGENTINOS MOURITSEN.
That's cute. Funny because before I got married, I loved red meat. As in, an ideal date for me was Rodizio Grill. All you can eat meat! But, since my 1st pregnancy, no meat thanks. No red meat, mostly. A little bit of chicken, shrimp or fish. But hardly any. I just can't eat meat! It makes me sick. Or, pregnancy makes me sick and the ailment is not being able to eat meat.
ReplyDeleteLoved your post! I'm sorry that Candace fell on her #()@$(*. I hope her #()@$(* doesn't still hurt.
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