Tuesday, August 30, 2005


This is Victor and Diego. Together they have the energy of a tornado and a herd of stampeding elephants combined. Victor loves science--as demonstrated by his endless intelligent questions (Tia- how do cell phone towers work? Tia- what is the square root of 162?). Diego loves dogs...is PASSIONATE about dogs (when his cousin got a dog for Christmas last year, Diego called his grandparents and lamented "I didn't know you could ask Santa for a live dog!--he has not forgotten this...when asked by his grandma just two days ago what he was going to ask Santa for Christmas this year, Diego responded "a dog" without missing a beat). Victor is tall and cautious. Diego is thin as a rail and a bit of a brute...Diego is also prone to serious injury. To date, he has been flown by helicopter to a trama center for falling in a campfire pit, flung into the back of an ambulance with blood pouring out of his head after being hit by a clown with a pinata stick (no kidding) and almost trapped in the lift gate of a truck. Victor is a sports whiz. He could tell you, with extreme accuracy, almost all of the NBA players and what team they play on (updated from the recent trades and draft), most of the NFL and even some NHL. Both kids would happily spend days on end at their Grandma and Grandpa's house (grandpa has various names including Papa Bob and Grumpy, Grumpy Grandpa--the last being a name Diego christens him when grandpa finally can't take the extreme audio decibels when the kids are overly excited). Diego loves tomatoes so much that he named his hamster Tomato (one of the most unfortunate lives in the world is Diego's hamster whose innards tend to get squeezed a lot as he is being handled)--Diego will also go to great lengths to get his hands of pickled beets...his father had weird eating habits at his age too...Victor is the entrepenuer...during a recent, rather unsuccessful yard sale, Victor surveyed the situation and promptly trooped into the house, removed an orange juice container from the freezer and brought the orange juice to the edge of the driveway with a sign that read "Juice 25 cents"...his theory? He was going to get this yard sale started because he was so cute no one would be able to resist him...Indeed, Victor, indeed...