Mr. Pickles the Builder

Xion has been showing off his many talents lately. Not only is he a master at juicing now, but he’s also getting quite handy with the tools and loves to help daddy put things together. He was REALLY excited today when his new bookshelf arrived.

Hold 'er steady, daddy!

Hold ‘er steady, daddy!

We never decked out his room when he was a baby but it’s finally coming together as a little boy room now. Posters of his favorite comic book characters are on the walls and now he has a place to put his dozens of books that won’t collapse on him (that’s what we get for shopping at Wal-Mart…never again).


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The Littlest Juicer

Thanks to Kris Carr’s Crazy Sexy Diet, we started juicing late last year. Never again do we need to worry about how to get our daily intake of greens because we just juice them up, baby!

Besides the fact that the juice is uber good for our bodies, we love that a certain mini Flint loves juice, too. This mommy and daddy get spinach and kale in their toddler in a snap. Slurp!

And now that he’s gotten a little older, he wants to be right where the action is and helps us make our daily juices.

He'll be making his own recipes in no time.

He’ll be making his own recipes in no time.

Just in case you were wondering, here’s one of our favorite recipes so you can make a juice of your own. 😀

The Blair

1 green apple
1 1/2 cup green grapes
2 cups tightly packed spinach
1 orange
6 stalks celery
1 large cucumber

Juice and enjoy.

Definitely Mr. Pickles approved!


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Mr. Pickles Turns 2!

It feels like just yesterday that we were standing around clueless in a hospital room fumbling around with a carseat trying to figure out a way to get our brand new little man home. Two years has gone by ridiculously quickly.


THE cake

To celebrate Xion’s birthday, we held a shindig over at Nana and Grandpa Flint’s house. The gathering was small but the happiness sure was big!

Before guests arrived, Grandpa showed Xion the finer points of bubble making.

I love this, Grandpa!

I love this, Grandpa!

We were lucky to have my brother, Dave join us for the big event.


Sister & Brother — say cheeeese!

Once guests started to arrive it was time for Xion to start snacking, er, mingling.

I'll have one of those please!

I’ll have one of those please!

What a handsome pair.

Xion loves Daddy.

Xion loves Daddy.

And as much as he liked snacking, er, mingling…

Is it time for cake yet, mommy?

Is it time for cake yet, mommy?

Could you say no to that face? 😉 So it was time to cut the cake!

Avengers assemble!

Avengers assemble!

He wasn’t shy about digging right on in!

Nom nom nom.

Nom nom nom.

What an amazing two years it’s been. This year he’s learned to walk, speak a whole lot of sounds, do tumbles and somersaults, his colors, his shapes, and numbers, tried lots of new foods, mastered the iPad, boogied to Gangnam Style about a million times, developed a hilarious sense of humor, and has generally been the sweetest boy on the planet. Life hasn’t been the same since he came into our lives and we wouldn’t want it any other way. Here’s to many, many more.

Acenxion Russell Flint

Acenxion Russell Flint

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A Badbye — When a Goodbye Has a Frown

Like so many others around the world, we’ve said our goodbyes to 2012. As I mentioned in our last post, 2012 definitely had some great times, but for the most part we are ready to see it in the rearview. And that feels really good — so is that what it means to have a “good” bye?

So what about when waving bye doesn’t really feel all that good? I mean, not really? Does that mean we get to call it a badbye?

As we move out of 2012, I have one of those sadbyes — perhaps one of the biggest sadbyes I’ve ever experienced in my life. But I think I’m getting ahead of myself…

Toward the end of Woztober, us two and a half Flints boarded a plane headed for good ol’ Ohio. Autumn was in the air and there were promises of trick or treating, hot apple cider, pumpkin patches, Grandma’s homecookin’, bonfires, and lots of time with family we don’t get to see nearly enough.

where's mickey's seatbelt mama?

Where’s mickey’s seatbelt, mama?

daddy providing in-flight avengers themed entertainment.

Daddy providing in-flight avengers themed entertainment.

The plane trip to Cincy was uneventful and Mr. P has become quite the pro at traveling. This mama still sits up straighter when getting complimented on how well-behaved her baby is in the air. Thank goodness they don’t see him at 1:45 p.m. on any given day before he’s gotten his nap because that can be a totally different story…

We got to spend the first few days at Dave’s getting to watch lots of fun TV and eat lots of good food. And of course we made time to find a park for Xion to run around. Dave took us to one with a huge play area, so naturally Mr. Pickles was more interested in the picnic tables. 😉

He picked a flower for mommy. See his little shadow in the background of the photo??

the little things...

the little things…

someone is still getting the hang of the foot shot. LOL

someone is still getting the hang of the foot shot. LOL

Then it was time to head north to D-Town!



More food, more family, lots more fun! Aunt Deedle and Uncle Eric hosted a big party for us with all of the above!

Xion’s cousin, Faith, shows him the ropes when it comes to blowing dandelion seeds into the air.

she's a pro

she’s a pro!

Grandpa Gato holds Mr. Pickles’ plate as he chows down some yummy cake because he already knows those ropes.

Good stuff, Grandpa!

Good stuff, Grandpa!

Xion returns the favor to Faith by showing her the ins and the outs of his iPad. Uncle Dave is happy to assist.

Modern musicians in the making.

Modern musicians in the making.

And we’ll just have to settle for this as the best bonfire family pic of the night. 😀



Unfortunately, Mr. Pickles didn’t get to Trick-or-Treat like he’d hoped because a certain presidential candidate came to town and called the whole thing off (karma got him for it), but Grandpa Gato made sure he got to get dressed up and head to a party anyway!

Grampy Gato and Captain America

Grampy Gato and Captain America

Is that a pickle?

Is that a pickle?

Like all our trips to Ohio, this one flew by. Seven days really isn’t a lot of time when we only see my side of the family a few times a year, but this time was a particularly hard one for me when we left.

You see, this was the last time I was ever going to be in the house I grew up in. Pop and Maria are retiring this year and planting retirement roots in Texas (although I hear New Mexico has much better weather *hint hint*).

Yep, the very last time I’d be in the house I grew up in. That’s a lot to take in all at once and I’m getting teary eyed writing this because there are so many memories there AND it’s the last of the three houses Pappy Delgado helped build that will officially leave the family. I know I’m all grown up now and have a family and new home of my own, but there’s a bit of a sadness inside as I let go of a piece of my childhood. My “home” is no longer going to be my home anymore. The next time I go to Defiance (and I’m not entirely sure when that will be), I won’t be sleeping in my old bedroom anymore.

So I’m taking a deep breath and saying a bit of a sadbye. I know it’s the right time for everyone to move on to new phases in their lives, no matter how hard it is to let go sometimes. Whether that be a year, a relationship, or a home…sometimes saying goodbye is just, well, bad.

There are a lot of memories in this little brick house on High Street. The good, the bad, the fun, the sad, the tears, the laughter, the joy — I won’t forget any of it and it will always live in my our hearts. We now say…badbye. 😦

One last family photo of the High Street Gang. xoxo

One last family photo of the High Street Gang. xoxo


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A Very Long December

We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming to bring you this latest update.


So here’s the thing — December is sort of a hard month for me in general (I’m totally going to stop narrating this blog referring to Woz and Russ as if we all didn’t know I’m writing it, okay? Okay. *smile*). Anniversaries of bad news, suicides, lost loved ones. It’s sort of one of those months that I always want to just sleep through. Yet, it always seems to pop up after November anyway. Persistant little thing, that December.

December seems to be the month where I feel like I have so much to say and so very little to say all at the same time. I’ve just learned to roll with it, to be honest.

A few days ago, I walked into our home office and I saw Russ looking at this blog. He was clicking through old posts — looking at pictures, smiling at the different phases of our little Mr. Pickles (is he seriously going to be 2 in just a couple of months?!). And I realized that I don’t come here much anymore. I think about it. I even try to snap a photo or two specifically to post here…but then I just don’t make it back.

It didn’t really take me long to realize why.

This year has sort of been what I would call a very long December.

Don’t get me wrong. This year has created some amazing memories and, overall, the Familia Flint is a very happy one.

I’ve used this space to share our happiest times — lots of smiles, lots of laughter. But this year has had a little bit more than our fair share of sadness and tears.

If you happen to read my other blog, you know by now that I’ve been struggling with managing depression for the majority of this year. In fact, I’ve actually been on a leave of absence from work since January. That’s not the sort of thing that feels like a warm and fuzzy family blog post, ya know?

Dear ol’ depression has affected Russ and me in huge ways, tested our marriage to it’s very core (we keep coming out on top, thankyouverymuch), and we keep on moving forward — together. It’s a continuous work in progress.

Then came the big computer corporation company “work force reduction” of 2012. Work force reduction is the nice way of saying “thanks for playing the game, folks, but goodbye.” And just like that, on a Tuesday in June, Russ came home to let me know that he no longer had a job. Again, not the thing I’d come rushing to the keyboard to press publish on in lightning speed.

Turns out that it’s not as easy as taking a pill to remedy the fact that my brain and emotions go awry to the point that I can’t easily function at a good ol’ 9 to 5. Turns out it’s not as easy as updating your LinkedIn profile and sending out application after application every single day to get a new job. Turns out it’s not always lots of smiles and laughter.

But through it all, we continue to push forward.

Every night when Russ and I go to bed we tell each other our favorite part of the day. It’s not always easy to think of a favorite part — especially when it’s been a particularly difficult day. Yet, we always manage to find at least one good thing. And just this week (as money is beginning to get tighter and tighter) we’ve started to tell each other one thing we were grateful for or appreciated in the day. This helps put things in perspective and many times can provide that smile that may have been M.I.A. just a few minutes earlier.

Yesterday we were grateful for a sunny afternoon in Old Town…




c’mon. how can we NOT smile when we have this guy?

So yes, it’s been one “very long December” and literally the darkest day of the year is almost upon us. But soon after, the days will become brighter…and I have to believe our days will, too.


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Welcome the Newest Flint (he gets the ears from Russ)

Have you noticed that since Mr. Pickles began to walk, there are far fewer posts and pictures. Trust us, the two are VERY connected. 😉

Not like having a new addition to the family makes any of that easier, but it does make for even more smiles in our days.


Cypher Dias Flint

This cutie came into our lives just over a month ago thanks to amazing people in Arizona, a road trip, and the (begrudged) approval of four very spoiled felines.

We thought about writing his whole story here — his life before being a full-fledged Flint, but have decided not to do so. We are, instead, choosing to write about his life going forward; the one where he’ll never end up in a shelter ever again and knows nothing but lots of love.

Welcome to the family, Cy Boogie. We love you like you’ve been with us for years. Okay, maybe Maxwell doesn’t feel that way YET, but he will…he will. 😀

A boy and his dog = happy.

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When Ohio Comes to New Mexico…

we pretty much have the best time ever.

Dave flew into town earlier this summer to get his much needed Mr. Pickles fix. It had been nearly 6 months since they’d gotten to see one another, but it was like no time had passed at all. That and Dave had the super secret weapon that the little man can’t resist.

It’s like these keys are magic, Uncle Dave!

Too bad we couldn’t take the MacBook to the farmer’s market!

I wanna go home and see what Arthur and D.W. are up to!

It’s true that Mr. Pickles is usually the center of attention but we did persuade Nana Flint to watch him for an afternoon so the three of us could hit various spots in ABQ for our official unofficial Breaking Bad tour.

And just a few days later Grandpa Gato and Grandma Maria came to town, too!

This way, Grandma and Grandpa! Hurry!

To Explora we went!

Tell me more about these eddy currents, Uncle Dave! It’s blowin’ my mind!

You’re doing it wrong, dad! Let me show you how it’s done.

Woo hoo! Let’s slide, mommy!

Watch carefully, Uncle Dave. I plan to be a horticulturalist.

Yep, if there is dirt to be found, the X man finds it. Always.

While Dave headed back to Cincy, Grandpa Gato and Grandma Maria went to Roswell for the UFO Festival. So this is what we did:


Grandpa Flint had a gig with his new band, the Flashback. Beers and dancin’ all around.


And this is what I get when I tell Russ to make sure he doesn’t close his eyes for the picture.

Well, he did what I asked…

The Flashback in action.

Mustang Sally is our favorite. 🙂

And as always, the time just went by way too fast. 😦 Until October (we hope!).

Now for something totally unrelated. This is what we get when we distract the little man with the camera long enough to change his diaper.


We now have Mr. Pickles’ self portraits galore. So maybe if he’s famous one day…


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