Vigorous debate concluded that a bumbum is a gender-specific term for the female’s greater nether region, encompassing the areas anterior, medial and badonkadonk.   I held that it was a gender-neutral term which only sounded feminine cause it was cute when used by a littleGirl, but Beckie contended that a woman has unique challenges “down there” specifically when confronted with beach-based particulates, counterpointing further that taintal issues for her are, in fact, non-issues.   I guess that makes sense,   it aint your balls and it aint your ass, so a girl might as well have a bumbum all her own.   G and Alana especially got theirs quite sandy.

The weather on Friday and Saturday was fabulous, a mild breeze blew through the house but left the water almost placid.   Relaxing on the porch and sleeping late was the theme for all of us all weekend, riding at 11am a fear long-forgotten, a memory burned out with the passing summer.

Alana has started eating things that look like actual food, not babypuke or babypoo

First ride, naturally, was to the Superlay to replenish our wetbar.     The Superlay has overly Americanized its workforce – there are cashiers, baggers and cart-assistance on every aisle, and they all wear white blouses with red smocks and goofy berets.   I would have taken a picture, but the 3 greeters and 3 people at the bag-check took my backpack. Like too much of Mexico’s labor market, this must have been a union deal, as there were easily 2x the number of employees as were needed.   But the liquor was cheaper. A new record was set for carrying capacity, all for $38.

hit the g-up at Corona del Mar on the way out of the neighborhood

took a back route through the seedy neighborhoods around the port.   It avoided traffic, but put me firmly in the sights of the meanest junkyard dog ever

Another dog chased me down our street, and stuck with me for a couple blocks til I dropped his ass at 25mph.   Beckie saw it all from the porch window, LOLing.   So I don’t mind too much when Kila in turn barks at the beach vendors, who were thankfully sparse. The beach was empty, and the vendors would walk half a mile between potential buyers. Our rentals have sucked, but at least I’m not trying to feed my kids on it.

The empty beach was great for us.

Alana was particularly motivated to eat sand

G figured out how to anchor her kite, and i taught her how to listen for the wind

proof that Alana crawls, though we have never actually seen it occur

dinner

bed head

Saturday I needed to get a long ride in, so started by taking the Carborca road out past the estuary.   At the risk of sounding racist, this is such a quintessentially Mexican move:  dumping all this crap, creating a public health hazard when the town became infested with flies, then wondering how it happened.   The stink on the road was punishing.

Storm damage closed part of Blvd Benito  Juarez…

…so I took advantage of sparse traffic and good weather to explore out towards Sandy Beach

glad to see their rentals suck just as bad as ours

trailer park trash

reminds me a little of Vegas – a completely incongruous behemoth jutting up out of the desert

another incongruity.   if I was inclined to stand on a soapbox, the camera would have been elevated enough to capture the shanties just off to the right of this picture

a quick cruise through Old Port.   Someday I am going to get arrested for this.

beer break

I return home to fine one little girl impatient to play, and another impatient to work out.   The front and back doors were open, laps were run on staircases.

Sunday the surf was the complete opposite of the past 2 days.   The Yo Ho Ho House was inaccessible.   I sat next to Alana and jokingly suggested I could grab her if the surf picked up. About 10 minutes later it did, and I did, as it began to sweep her away.

fun was still had.   The day before G came out into the water on a kickboard and gave genuine ocean swimming a try.   She wanted to swim more, but at the same time, was kinda relieved we couldn’t get in any further.