For those of you who have never seen Nacho Libre with Jack Black, it is one of our favorite movies and we have seen it twice here since we arrived on the big screen when we were at the AMCA house. Well, it only made sense when we told the kids they could have a hamster that they would name him Nacho. We brought Nacho home from the pet store after going to over 5 pet stores in town just to find a hamster. That was only the beginning of the saga for Nacho as he arrived after a frightening taxi ride through traffic (notice previous blog bearing in mind the lack of real enforced traffic laws).
Once in his new home, we placed him in his exercise ball so I could put together the cage. Our youngest, Cade, AKA Ramses, took this opportunity to slam dunk little Nacho across the floor and into the book case to the horror of all of us. Now it gets a little graphic here for those of you that are squeemish...it appeared that little Nacho, eyes open and unmoving, little legs fully extended and rigid, chest not moving, had fought his last match. Poor Connor was completely distraught. I was not quite sure if I should be attempting mouth to muzzle CPR and chest compressions, or if there was some sort of funeral service that you have for a pet you have only had for less than an hour. All I really knew to do was pray. So I prayed, and the kids prayed. I was certain after 2 minutes of staring at this little luchador that he had been dispatched to grassier meadows. Suddenly he opened and closed his eyes and slowly moved his little legs about! Yes, a real live miracle!
Now our champion is safely ensconsed in his cage up high above "Ramses" reach. Ken and I take turns holding our youngest whenever we let Kayleigh and Connor play with Nacho. Yes, our own little luchador has lived to fight another day.
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