Piñatas: Days Two, Three, and Four

Alright, after a break, and many alcoholic drinks, I was ready to finish my piñatas. The next step, decorating the piñatas, was actually much more enjoyable and easier than the papier måché, for one simple reason; I had my helper back! My daughter, who was grossed out by the papier måché and pretty much abandoned me early on, was totally into helping with the next step. And thank goodness, because it was a fairly time intensive step. Quick reminder, I was using this video as a point of reference when making our piñatas.

We laid down newspaper on her floor, and got to work. We mixed white school glue with just a little bit of water until the glue was thin enough to paint with. Since we broke up this part instead of doing it all at once, I tended to pour way more glue than I needed for each session. A little glue goes a long way. I now have an old Tupperware container I need to throw away because there’s no way I’m getting the unused glue out of it. We took turns, one of us cutting the streamers and one of us gluing them on.

Just like in the video, we folded the streamer into 3 inch strips to give it a little more weight. We made them smaller with each new circle we made, as it was easier to work with. Cutting streamers was no joke. The day we finished decorating them, I was convinced I had early arthritis.

We started with my daughter’s piñata, with me cutting strips and her gluing them on. Before we started decorating, we made sure to use a box cutter to cut a whole so we could later put candy inside. We didn’t have any issues with her’s, but when I cut a hole in my piñata and the balloon popped, all of the party hats I had lovingly and carefully attached just so with papier måché, sunk into my piñata. I get extra mom points for not cursing at it while my daughter was next to me. I read the comments on the original video and found this was a pretty common occurrence. I reattached them with glue and tape until they seemed firmly in place. Here’s hoping they don’t fall off when I fill the piñata.

We finished the first side and then left it to dry. Maybe because we were so new at the process, but just one side took over an hour to complete with two people working on it. Even so, my daughter and I were having fun, and maybe halfway through we were seriously considering making more piñatas to sell at local farmer’s markets. Maybe we could, if she’s willing to help with the papier måché.

After decorating each side, it was time to cover up the area between the party hats. This was basically the same process as the main sides, only in reverse (you will go under your original layer) and with more shoving. When that was done, we cut long (twelve inches) strips of streamers and stapled them onto the ends of the party hats. And that was it! Totally easy. 😉

And while they’re not perfect, I’m pretty pleased with how they came out. They look good enough to shake a stick at, at least. My daughter is proud too. She was getting a little gloomy towards the end of making them, knowing that soon all of our hard work will be destroyed by those we love, but I’m hoping she’ll perk up once the candy is in there. After all, we did spring for the mix that included Blow Pops.

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Finished piñata and my husband’s arm

Now, in case you are wondering why we made two piñatas, let me tell you. My daughter’s piñata will be filled with candy (including Blow Pops) and will be for the kids at the party to take a whack at. The piñata I was in charge of will be for the adults. It will have yummy Godiva chocolates in it, and….. IMG_2623

Happy birthday to me!

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A Love Letter To New Mexico Part Two

Carlsbad Caverns

Tired but excited, we got to Carlsbad Caverns early to avoid the crowds. It was quiet as we descended, the few people who were there whispered. It was as, if not more so, otherworldly as White Sands, but in a completely different way. Cave swallows flew and dove in circles as we weaved our way down. As we looked up, the light from the outside grew smaller and smaller until it disappeared entirely.

I felt good. I had my son on my back in his carrier, my husband, daughter and I all had our cameras ready. With a whopping three hours of sleep, I was ready to go. My daughter is fascinated with rocks recently, so we stopped at every formation, reading the little signs posted at each one. My son oohed and ahed in his carrier, and occasionally stopped to give me a hug. We were at the top of our game. And then we hit bottom.

“Rock Bottom”

We finished the descent and got to “The Big Room”, a level cavern with different formations that is about a mile long walk. We let my son out of his carrier, thinking it would be nice to let him stretch his legs. This was a mistake. After not sleeping well the night before, and it being close to his nap time, he was happy to be out of the carrier, but not happy to go where we wanted to go, at the pace we wanted to go, or to stay on the path. My daughter also had hit a wall. Never the less, we didn’t hike all the way down not to look around once we got there. Besides, after we took a look in the Big Room, we could sit and eat the snacks we had packed and take a rest before trekking back out.

Sometimes when you’re a parent you forget things. Like, you forget to pack snacks before taking a strenuous four hour hike with two small children. Luckily, hundreds of feet underground, there are restrooms, tables, a small snack shop, and even a small gift shop. We got a roast beef sandwich and a yogurt parfait to split between the four of us. And we were ready to return to the surface.

Return To The Surface

Now, there are elevators at the caverns. So, if after you’ve hiked down, you don’t want to hike back up you can take the elevator. I remember going to the caverns with my family when I was young and taking the elevators, much to my dismay. I always felt like I was missing out on the whole experience. I was young and naive. I was stupid.

The elevators were out of order when we were there. Finally, I was going to get the chance to hike out. With two small children, my son now on my husband’s back, I was ready. By now it was almost noon. Those crowds we had avoided on the way in, were now coming in in droves.

Maybe it was the lack of sleep, maybe it was the lack of food, but I seriously thought I was going to die on the hike out. Surrounded by tourists, hundreds of feet underground, I just wanted to lie down and call it quits. And we weren’t even half the way back up. Thank goodness the path has benches all the way up, and thank goodness I have very patient family members. I think I stopped to catch my breath at every single bench. IMG_1254

Cow Puns and Home

On the drive home there was a herd of cows. They were all standing in a line, facing the freeway.

“Those cows look like they’re up to something.” I told my husband.

“Hmm? Oh. Yeah they do.” He said, his eyes on the road.

“I think it’s a moo-tiny.” I said, and proceeded to laugh at my own joke for the next five minutes.

In forty-eight hours my family and I saw so much of what New Mexico has to offer and I thought about how much the state has given me. It has given me my family. My husband who I met in high school, our two kids. It has given me people to share my life with. And a captive audience for my cow puns.IMG_1181

 

 

 

 

A Love Letter To New Mexico Part One

In forty-eight hours we hiked the pure dunes of White Sands. We trekked seventy-nine stories underground at Carlsbad Caverns. We ate street tacos and saw the World’s Largest Pistachio in Alamagordo. We drove through the mountains that were once home the Smokey the Bear, saw dirt devils off in the distance and the alien crash site in Roswell. There were wild deer and antelope, cows, horses, and a camel at Tim and Pam’s Roadside Petting Zoo, and miles of perfectly straight rows of pecan trees, just beginning to bud. Some of it was downright otherworldly, at yet, we never left the state.

Mini Vacation

We wanted to do something fun for Spring Break this year, but we also wanted to do some spring cleaning and not be so exhausted after our vacation that we would need a second vacation. So we looked for something we could easily do in a day or two.

We decided to leave early in the morning on Thursday, drive down to White Sands National Monument, spend some time there, then spend the night in Artesia. On Friday, we would wake up early and drive to Carlsbad Caverns, getting there early enough to avoid the Spring Break crowds, and when we were done, we would drive home. IMG_1140

White Sands

We got to White Sands National Monument around one in the afternoon, after grabbing lunch nearby in Alamagordo. This was not an ideal time to visit. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, which sounds really nice, but White Sands is literally just that. White sand, for several miles. The afternoon sun reflecting off the sand was BRIGHT!!! I slathered everyone in sunscreen, put on hats and sunglasses and prayed that my eighteen month old son would keep his on. He did alright.

Despite living in New Mexico since I was ten, I had never been to White Sands. It really was breathtaking. It felt like being on an alien planet. We brought our sled with us, in hopes we’d be able to sled down the dunes, but we didn’t have much luck. My daughter soon gave up and, after seeing a woman do it, decided to just roll down the dunes.

When we were leaving, she found a lizard, darting in between the small bits of vegetation. It was pure white, blending in perfectly with the sand. It was crazy to think of the different types of wildlife that have adapted to live among the dunes. IMG_1154

The Hotel and a Sleepless Night

Two reasons we stayed in Artesia; 1. it was in between our two destinations and would mean a shorter drive to Carlsbad and 2. it saved us a nice chunk of change not staying right next to White Sands or Carlsbad. I’m really glad we stayed there. We stayed at The Budget Inn, a few blocks from the small and charming Main Street. It wasn’t glamorous, especially on the outside, but it was clean, the beds were comfortable and it had complimentary muffins and coffee in the morning.

Sometimes, when you’re a parent, you forget things. Like, how old you are, or, where you left your oldest child. Your brain just kind of stops working. On this trip, both my husband and I forgot how terrible our children are to sleep with. While we were packing, I asked my husband if we should bring the Pack and Play for our son to sleep in. My husband said no, he was planning on one of us sharing a bed with our son, and the other one of us would share the other bed with our daughter. I nodded, yes, that would work just fine. It did not work just fine.

I woke up around two in the morning because my daughter had wacked me in the face with her arm. I woke up to find her face down, on top of the covers, her arms and legs spread out, smack dab in the middle of the small double bed we were sharing. I hear my husband whispering, “Go to sleep. It’s time to go to sleep!” I whispered back, “Are you ok?”

My husband was not ok. Our son had woken up around one in the morning, in a new place, sharing a bed with his dad, and decided that what he really wanted to do was poke his dad continuously in the face. No one got much sleep that night. Despite the comfy beds. Moral of the story; always bring the Pack and Play.

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Outside Carlsbad Caverns