Kindergarten Party

Kindergarten Friends.



The popcorn hand (yeah, I have no idea)


Gabriella Montez and her popstar pal, Hannah Montana


Gabriella eating pizza - note the curls (or what's left of them)



And even though she wasn't at the party, here's little miss playing with a water cooler (I'm not gonna pull the lever, Mommy, really.) in her hand-me-down pumpkin shirt

Halloween is coming - be afraid, be very afraid

The girls have decided on costumes. O has to be Gabriella of HSM fame. And Y, well, Y is maybe going to be Minnie Mouse. Or Sharpay. Or Troy - but not the boy Troy, the girl (aka Gabriella). I think we won't know for sure until we walk out the door.

Meanwhile, enjoy the pumpkin patch pictures. They had fun, really. Not that you can tell from the pictures, but they had fun!

Yeah, I go pee-pee in the potty, what's it to ya?

Out of the Mouths of Babes

YBaby (who is still too young to care if I quote her here) has recently come up with a new favorite expression - "You best mama whole world." And, she is really started to be interested in the whole pee-pee in the potty idea. Life is good.

Happy Birthday, Woman!

She's not a little girl anymore, she's an adult now. Well, legally. Happy Birthday, E-Baby! We heart you!

10 Years

and yet sometimes, it seems like yesterday.

Time does not heal all wounds.

It's Not That I Don't Love You . . .

I know, you're wondering why I never tell you the cute stuff any more. No delightful little tidbits that fall from my children's mouths. I want to. Really, I do. It's just that, well, she won't let me. She?, you wonder. Yes, she. She Who Must Be Obeyed (i.e., OBaby) has asked that I NOT share some of the funnier comments she's made recently. Oh, and that I not tell anybody some things she's done. Yes, my friends, at 5 years 6 months my girl wants her privacy. She doesn't want all her secrets being shared with the world. Basically, she wants Mommy to shut up. Sigh. Too bad she's the funny one. Oh, don't get me wrong, the little one is cute and sweet and sometimes says funny things, but O is the one who makes me laugh out loud every day. So, you'll have to settle for the occasional picture now and then and maybe a chuckle or two from the little one. But OBaby's life is off limits.

Personally, I think she's just trying to reserve the copyrights to her life story.

Kindergarten Girl

Party, Party, Party

We had a very busy weekend celebrating YBaby’s third birthday. Last year, she was clueless about the whole birthday thing. This year, she totally got it. She was excited for DAYS ahead of time about “my birfday”. She has happily told people that she is “three a old”. Saturday, we had a party at the local kiddy pool for all of her best friends. Then Sunday, the fabulous little W Family came over for a family party. To say Ying had a great time is an understatement. She loved it. She loved the cake. She loved the presents. She loved the attention. It was a far cry from the confused little girl who sat through last year’s party without a clue what was going on. The pictures really say it all – Ying digs birthdays!

Wiggle, Wiggle

Olivia went to the dentist yesterday. The big news is that she has 2 loose teeth! Both of her bottom front teeth are starting to wiggle! The tech told her that her teeth were loose and that the tooth fairy would be coming soon. Olivia’s response: “Yes! Does that mean I get money?” Yeah for my big girl!

16-Hour Nap

Yeah, apparently that's what it takes for Ying to recover from her weekend of picnicking, swimming, and having more fun than a kid should have in a day and a half. I put her down (who am I kidding? we all 3 laid down) for a nap at 3:30 yesterday afternoon and had to wake her at 7:30 this morning. She didn’t wake up for dinner or even when I changed her diaper. The girl was worn out! She was all sunshine and Skittles when I woke her up, so I guess that 16-hour nap really did it for her. Ah, good times, good times.

My Babies

Don't you just want to kiss those cute little faces?

Vacation Photos

See, Olivia did have fun on vacation. So did Ying-a-Bing.

Three very cute girls.

The Eyes Have It

I took both Babies to the eye doctor this morning for exams. The good news is that OBaby’s eyesight is perfect. No glasses for her. The even better news is that YBaby’s eyesight seems to have improved since her surgery and so she does NOT need glasses either! Yeah, Babies!

(BTW, O had much more fun on the boat trip than the picture seems to imply!)

Sisters

Here are the girls on the first leg of our very long vacation drive. YBaby wanted O to hold her hand so that she could go to sleep. Aren't they precious?

Hair Do, Part Duex

Hair Dos

Here is Ying's latest look. See Papa, ponies!





















And O with her bangs cut.

And later today, we hope Mama with her new cut and color. I know you're all waiting for that one!

Why I Always Carry My Camera

Because you just never know what you'll see on your way in to work. Really. On an average Tuesday. Guy playing bag pipes. In a kilt. In front of my building. No idea why.

Happy Birthday, Jane!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Cherishing My Cinderellas

I heard the sad news this morning about the tragic accident that took the life of Stephen Curtis Chapman’s 5 year old daughter, Maria. The Chapmans adopted Maria in China the same year I adopted OBaby. I can’t even imagine their heartache right now.

Someone sent me a link to a SCC video for his song “Cinderella”. At the end of the video, he explains how he came to write the song. As he was telling the story, all I could think about was how many times I have missed the moments with my girls because I was too busy or too tired or too stressed to slow down and just enjoy them. Although the song is about a father and his daughter, the first verse and the chorus really applies to all parents.


She spins and she sways to whatever song plays,
Without a care in the world.
And I'm sittin' here wearin' the weight of the world on my shoulders.
It's been a long day and there's still work to do,
She's pulling at me saying "Dad I need you!
There's a ball at the castle and I've been invited and I need to practice my dancin'
"Oh please, daddy, please!"





So I will dance with Cinderella
While she is here in my arms
Cause I know something the prince never knew
Oh I will dance with CinderellaI don't wanna miss even one song,
Cuz all to soon the clock will strike midnight
And she'll be gone

Excuse me, I've got some dancing to do.

Hardwood Floor: 1 Forehead: 0

Thanks, Aunt Manny for sending me the picture! (Yeah, I still don't know how that phone thing works.)

Preschool Picnic

Yesterday was OBaby’s farewell picnic at preschool. Today is her last day of school. Yes, my baby girl is going to kindergarten in the fall. (We don’t know where, but that is a whole nuther story!)

So, yesterday we braved the cool temperatures and threat of rain to eat our lunch out on the playground. Afterwards we went inside where the kids sang to us, recited some poems, and then showed off all of the projects they’ve been working on this semester. OBaby especially enjoyed the unit on firefighting and wanted to show me how cute she looks in the gear. That coat weighs like 20 pounds! I don’t even know how she could stand up with it on. And note the boots – just a smidge too big!

When I picked up YBaby yesterday she had fallen while running on hardwood floors. She had a nice goose egg right in the middle of the forehead. I took a picture with my cell phone, but I don’t know how to get it off the phone! Yes, I teach technology but my cell phone baffles me. Oh well, take my word for it, the lump is big and purple and apparently doesn’t hurt at all. (I say this since I had to wash chocolate ice cream off of it last night and baby didn’t even flinch. Yes, she had ice cream on her forehead. No, I don’t know how things that this happen, but they do.)

Everybody off the sidewalks!

Olivia has learned to ride a 2-wheeler! Ok, last week she learned to ride - I'm a little behind (story of my life). She's been wanting to ride a bike without training wheels for awhile, and last week she asked her preschool teacher to help her learn. 5 minutes later, OBaby was OBaby on Wheels as she just took off riding. We took the training wheels off of her little bike at home on Saturday and she's been riding like a pro. Ok, story about taking the wheels off - she asked me to do it Saturday evening after a long day of shopping at the outlet mall. Since the grandparents were coming the next day, I suggested that we could wait and let Grandpa take them off since Grandpas like to do stuff like that to feel useful. A little later, OBaby looked at me and said wistfully, "I wish you knew how to take training wheels off, Mama." Seriously, the kid took my laziness for being unable to do it! So, naturally we headed to the garage where I broke out my socket wrench and socket set and proceeded to remove the training wheels from the bike. Had to, you know. I can’t have my girls thinking that there are things girls can’t do. For her part, OBaby was sufficiently impressed. I am the best Mommy in the world and I know how to do everything. Keep on thinking that, baby!

Happy Mother’s Day

Dear Mamas,

I don't know your names. I don't know anything about you, really except that you both live in China, and both, for whatever reasons, left a daughter to be found. How I wish I could meet you and ease the worries you must have over the fate of these daughters. I would want you to know that they are safe and warm and well-fed (very well-fed!). I would tell you how loved they are – by me, by each other, and by everyone who has the privilege of knowing them. Then I would tell you what amazing little girls they are. Your February baby, Mama, is so smart and funny and has such a loving heart. And your August baby, Mama, is strong and clever and loves to laugh. And, because I know you would want to know, I'd tell you how happy they are. Both girls find great joy in life. Every day is a new adventure – always something new to learn and to experience, and they each, in her own way, leap into those adventures.

I also want to thank you. You have given me two of the greatest gifts any woman could ever hope to receive. Thank you for having the courage and the strength to make the decision you had to make. I can't image how hard that must have been for you. You, Mama, to say goodbye your daughter on a chilly February morning when you had barely had the chance to say hello. Or you, Mama, who held on to your baby long past August and all the way into the fall – loving and nurturing her until she was strong enough to survive without you. I will never forget that everything I have, I owe to the two of you – all the joy and happiness in my life I have at your expense. Thank you seems so inadequate. I hope that I will be able to teach our daughters to love and respect the two of you as I do. You will always be an important part of our family. Happy Mother's Day, Mamas.

No Arm, Mama, Otay?

Ever since the first night YBaby realized that I was all she had as far as sleep companions go, she has insisted on sleeping with her head on my shoulder. That’s right, snuggled right up next to Mama with her sweet little head on my shoulder. It was lovely – especially since she spent the first two weeks I knew her refusing any kind of affection from me. So, like I said, it was lovely. For the first few weeks. Then my shoulder started to hurt in the mornings. And then on into the afternoons. Yeah, then pretty much all the time, but I couldn’t get her to go to sleep unless I had my arm wrapped around her and her head on my shoulder. At first, I even had to keep my arm wrapped around her little body, too. Later, just sleeping on my arm was enough. Every night. For 13 months. As her speech improved, she started asking me at night, “”Arm, Mama”. And I would wrap my arm around her and let her fall asleep on my shoulder.

The people who know about stuff like this (or like to pretend that they do) say it’s all about security. She doesn’t trust that I’ll be there in the morning, so she wants to hold on to me so I can’t sneak away. I can see that, especially since waking without me beside her brings on an instant melt down. In all the time I’ve known this child she has only once actually gotten out of bed by herself. Generally if I don’t wake her, she just cries until I come get her. I know, she’s spoiled.

So, here’s the thing. In the past week, Y has told me three different times, “No arm, Mama, otay?” – meaning that she wants to go to sleep without pinning my left arm to the bed. And she has. Gone to sleep that is. Without me holding her. Could it be that after 13 months she finally believes that I will still be around in the morning? Is she actually starting to trust me? Does my baby finally feel safe? I truly hope so. But still, in a way, I miss that little head resting on my shoulder, you know?