I think they even have some catholic spaniards invade their huts. ;)

Our little mountain school's fourth grade teacher was raised by hippies, so she doesn't do the Mission tour...but she does take the class on a camping trip to Tomales Bay where they re-enact Ohlone traditions.

Honey I am so sorry. I know you know me. You don't want to remember me maybe...I lost who you lost. I lost a son. He lived in our family. He was part of us for 13 months and then....((poof))....he was gone. I am sorry a million times over. And it sucks and it is fucked up beyond belief and that is all I can offer you. Oh yes, and this: IT will become easier eventually. Because, well, time and all that, right? But also this: Best advice anyone gave me after Elijah died? Was essentially this: "For about ONE YEAR.....Do not try and function on a normal level. Do not make any life changing decisions, and do not expect things to be different until at least a year has passed. If you are feeling like you cannot see things clearly, then you are doing GREAT! Do not expect to be fine." For the next months, weeks...as you know....it no longer became a challenge of me against the normal world. I stopped fighting it. And after about a year...I started to understand. I love you.

What you don't do is disappear. You bring food that can be frozen if not needed now; you pick up an extra few salads at whole foods for their fridge; you send toys for their sick child and well siblings (if they have them). The most touching memories after we lost our son, were those who reached out with food (we would NEVER have fed ourselves, truly) and with toys for my living child (any new distraction was welcome). Don't disappear.

the girl has some POWER. i actually believe she didn't do it. hmmm.

I would certainly make some noise about that. In the past, HH has been responsive to issues like that. But umm yes - I would have had a hard time with that one. I would have apologized as requested but then stammered out how freaking RUDE her child was and how perhaps if someone was helping or supervising those boys, then the invaluable lesson of taking turns might also have been learned. And then she would have punched me, but it would have been worth it.

okay. you did warn me. the vomiting. oh, the hurlous vomitous vomiting.

I feel the love. thankyou.