Ask my boy what he ate on our recent (amazing, fabulous, wonderful, dreamy) beach camping trip, and he will give you his biggest grin, exclaiming proudly: “I ate the eyeball!” Yes, the fish eyeball; and no, despite what the photo below would lead you to think, he was not drunk at the time.
That’s my boy – his papa’s son, through and through!
Surrounded by music in our house day in and out, Maxxi is really finding his voice and rhythm. The music is surely alive and thriving, with Los Gatos Negros going full throttle, mama learning to play bass guitar in the band, and the ever present uke and drums duo. Maxxi lets it all swirl around him, and occasionally fires back his own magic versions of our favorite torch songs. Witness the awesome-ness that is my boy. I sure do love him.
¡Que Madre! 