O Costco-Where Art Thou?

Hello again blogger friends-if anyone is still reading. I'm back after my unexplained month+ blogging break. The move, the kids, the traveling, it was just a bit too much. I had to put first things first and make sure my kids were fed a couple times a day and bathed at least once a week instead of blogging.

Not that there wasn't a lot to blog about.

There was the MAJOR ordeal of getting Kitty and Ron to Brazil.



Thanks to Guapo, who claims to not even like cats, various custom agents in both Mexico and Brazil, and who knows how much money used to "grease" the operation, Kitty and Ron are arrived safely in Brazil last month. They are staying with a friend of a friend a few hours from where we live and we have not yet been reunited.

Julio passing his yellow belt test:



Tubing in Utah (me hanging on for dear life to prove that I am still fun and young):



Our reunion with Moses the Moose at our house in Colorado:



Zip-lining with the kids (more of me being young and fun):



Visiting a real Colorado gold mine:



Buying surprisingly few pairs of shoes on our 3 week vacaction. 2 to be exact. I think that's an all time low. (I couldn't break free of Guapo's watchful eye)

And of course, THE MOVE.

2 adults
4 kids
2 strollers
12 checked bags
10 carry-ons
2 strollers
2 flights
14 hours trapped in planes with our 4 kids



And now we are in Brazil. We got here yesterday. And there is no Costco. And this is making Margarita and me cry.

Come to find out, we weren't really roughing it in Mexico City.

And with that I vow to be a better blogger.