So, I have way too many pictures I want to show you guys. Way more than blogger will let me put up. So I put them all on my flickr account, which you can access here http://www.flickr.com/photos/raisingmygirls/. I'll be adding more later today, but for now there are some pictures of the girls and of my classroom. Enjoy!
Someone pointed out this video on YouTube and I thought it was so funny. You can't help but laugh along with this baby.
And I should be updating with some pics soon. I know I've been neglecting the old blog, but this teaching thing is SO much harder than I expected. I'm lucky if I can remember how to get home by the end of the day.... blogging's not that high on my list right now. But I do have some things to share, so hopefully I'll get to that either today or tomorrow. I'm not sure what your guys' houses would look like after a week of you not being there and your husband taking care of your CRAZY kids, but mine's looking like a pack of ravenous wolves (who also like to pull toys and clothes out of their proper places) ransacked the house. Yesterday I came home to hard-boiled egg all over the living room floor. Seriously, pieces of egg (and the shells) all over the floor. I'm wondering if Keith goes around blindfolded during the day. And what did I do? Did I clean it up? No, I took the kids out for pizza. So I think I better go get started on some cleaning, before deadly bacteria start growing in our house. See ya later.
Seriously. When did a teenager move into my house? Okay, maybe not a teenager, but someone older than 6! Look at this....
Amya has been wanting bangs like mine for awhile now. Yesterday we went up to Ogden to visit Ian's family. While we were up there, Kristy (my college roommate and hair stylist) came over and Amya asked her to finally cut her some bangs. I just can't believe how old and mature she looks now. I can still see my little baby Amya in there, but she's growing and changing and it's just happening WAY too fast. Amya is so happy with her bangs though. She made this scrapbook page tonight. Again, if you could leave her a comment, that would be so cool. She was so excited about all the ones you guys left her for her last page. (If you click on the scrapbook page, you can see it a lot bigger.)
And now I'm off to cry myself to sleep....
My baby got stung by a bee!!!! Well, we don't know for sure it was a bee, but something got her. We were having a picnic at the park with our friends and Maricela started crying. We were eating, so I thought maybe she had bitten her tongue or something. I just held her on my lap until she stopped crying and then forgot about it. About 20 minutes later, I looked at her and realized her eye had swollen up really bad. And right in the middle of the swelling was an obvious sting/bite/something. I felt so bad for her. She hasn't complained about it anymore, she forgot about it as well, but it just looked so sad. The swelling has gone down some now, but there is definitely still some there. And it's a little reddish/purplish, almost like a bruise under her eye. My poor, poor baby. Here's a picture from right after we realized it had happened. Keith started calling her our chinese baby. ;P
Amya saw me up here on the computer...one thing led to another and all of a sudden Amya was making a scrapbook page. I helped her move the things around and make them the right size, but she picked out everything - the pictures, the paper, the title, the 'pretty' things to go with the pretty sisters, everything!! She is so proud of her scrapbook page. We're going to get it printed for her. Anyway, enough talking. Here it is. Enjoy! 
P.S. If you see this, leave her a comment. It'll make her day!
So Keith and I went on a date tonight and on the way home, his truck ran out of gas. 1.5 miles from our exit. Luckily we were able to coast to the exit and there was a gas station right next to it that we were able to pull in to. He filled up the tank, and then the dumb truck wouldn't start. We were an hour late to get home to the babysitter and had to call someone to come pick me up so I could take her home, and a tow truck to tow the truck over to the dealership so they can look at it in the morning. So annoying.
Anyway, on to the point of the post. We went to pick up Keith when the tow truck got there. He was in the car with the girls and I was standing outside. Elena told him "Dad, I have to tell you something. But don't tell Mom. I broke one of her bracelets while you guys were gone." Then when I get back in the car she says, "Mom, Dad has something he needs to tell you". Um, didn't you just tell Dad that you didn't want me to know? Did you think I wouldn't get mad if Dad told me instead of you? Keith busted up laughing, and that made everyone laugh. Almost a good ending to a crazy night. (I only say almost cause I'm a little upset about the broken bracelet, and the truck being broken is kinda hampering my humor.)
Apparently, the word behave is a confusing word for kids to deal with. Allow me to give you some examples....
Amya: Why aren't they being have? (upon seeing some very rowdy kids)
Elena : I be-NOT-have (when Keith asked her if she was going to behave)
Keith : What does be-not-have mean?
Elena: It means be not good.
Obviously they get the meaning of the word, but the conjugation of it is a completely different story. :)
I can't believe my little baby is one! It doesn't seem like it's been that long, but I guess it has. She is such a sweet little baby and we love her so much. She had a lot of fun at her party today. She ate some cake....
For credits, click here In case you can't read it, the journaling says: "When did you get so big??? I can’t believe you are already climbing up the stairs. Where did my little baby go? It seems like just yesterday you learned to sit up, then you learned to crawl, then you were standing up, and now look at you! You’ll be one in a week and I don’t know how the time passed so quickly. Please stay my baby just a little longer. Don’t grow up so fast. I love you!!"
