Armando Started It

It's been a heckuva week out here in the cornfields, so I've taken a wee break from blogging - as you can plainly see. I won't go into it just now, but Jonathan pretty much summed up our thoughts of recent events when he wandered through the kitchen muttering, "Bi-i-i-i-g news... Big big news" over and over. Stay tuned. And send chocolate.

Last night, however, was a normal sort of night. We went to niece Ana's school music performance.

They don't come any cuter than Ana.

It was quite the show - a musical revue spanning the 50's, 60's, 70's, 80's and the 90's. It was adorable, and quite impressive for a bunch of 10 yr olds. Ana, in case you can't tell, was a sock hop dancer. It was fun to hum along to familiar tunes, and, as tempting as it was, I resisted the urge to jump up, give the 'rock on!' signal, and scream "80's ROCK!"

We sat a few rows behind my sister's family.

And while we were captivated by the 4th graders' performance, I couldn't resist messing with my nephew...

There is Armando, spying me with my camera in hand.

Not one to miss an opportunity to be silly, he attempted to lure me in....

It worked.

I'm usually not this naughty. I am usually a picture of propriety, especially in public places.

Or not.

Soon enough, Madelina was on to our antics. But thankfully, my sister Jackie was completely oblivious.

Armando - don't you rat me out!

No, don't cry. I didn't mean to yell.

I've got to teach that boy how to be sneaky. At his age, I was the master of sneaky.

It came in handy a time or two.