I took a nap.

last night was just one of those nights that I love being a parent. The kids ate dinner and we sat around and watched 102 Dalmatians. They had wanted to see it again all week and we have been busy, so last night was a good night for this. When the movie finished it was time for bed. Allen was not home yet but on his way. He had a test to take for school. So without fuss (that is a major accomplishment) they brushed teeth and went potty and got ready for bed. We went through the routines and were in bed. Allen got home just as I finished up and went to give hugs and kisses and then we sat down to watch some tv while the laundry was going. That was 8:00. At 10:15 Christina come in from her room sleepy and rubbing eyes and tells us, "I took a good nap" She thought she had slept until the morning. We put her back to bed, but we could not stop laughing it was just the funniest sweetest moment.

(okay the photo has nothing to do with the story but its another of those moments that I have to say yep they belong to me.

Day Care

I know that I am not the only person that has the day care woes. Everything in my wishes that I did not have to work and that I could stay home with my kids, but in all honesty I am not a stay at home type. I like working. Don't get me wrong I miss my kids when I work. But I feel like they are in great care. My son is in Kindergarten all day and when he gets out he is picked up and taken to a home day care. The lady who runs the school used to run a large church day care and wanted to get out of the big committee run center and just take care of kids. Its great she has dogs and cats around the house and yard and its a country one room school type set up. Isaiah loves it. My daughter is in full time preschool at a center in town. My mother is the director and my sister in law is her lead teacher. She is surrounded by family. Now my delimia is that next year I am pretty sure I want to move Christina. If I don't she will be in the same room for two years. I don't think she will do well with this. She is a bit of a drama queen so I don't know how she will do in the small setting, but I think I want to send her to the same place Isaiah is going to. Its going to be hard to move her away from family but still I think it will be best.

I want to do what will make her thrive. Isaiah has struggled this first year of Kindergarten because he had a weak pre-school experience. I didn't push him in reading skills in pre-school and they did not have much of a circle time so the idea of sitting still is just too much for him. I don't want that for her. Next year in first grade he will have a great teacher she has already said she will take him. I know it will be better. We learn from our mistakes. The pre-school program Christina is in will pre-pare her better, but I think she will be board and start acting up. She needs change every now and then.

Also she loves going to pick her brother up and always wants to play there. So maybe it will be an easy transition.

Weekend Wrap up

Okay it was defiantly a long but fun weekend.

Friday night my sister had her solo dance competition. My kids love their "Risa" so we went to dinner first stopped and pick up flowers (well Christina and I did) and then went to the competition.

We didn't have time to pick up flowers before the show so we stopped at a Wal-Mart close by. Not that I am a big fan of Wal-Mart flowers but I wanted to get her something. They had this wonderful arrangement of purple and white flowers which is the school color. At the store Christina wanted to hold them. It was half the size of her. I let her. The people at the store all kept laughing at her and commenting on how cute she was. It was defiantly funny. I need to have a camera with me at all times. It was a site

At the competition the kids did pretty good. We got there in time to see the 5 dances before my sister. Then Risa danced. The kids yelled and screamed for her. Then we watched the last two from their team. During the last one Isaiah would not stop talking. And rather loud. So I finally just gave him a look (most you moms know the look) and gently put my finger over his mouth to let him know where my look was directed at. He burst into tears (but the were silent tears). It was well past bedtime already so I guess getting the look when you are tired was just too much for him.

After this my sister and the team are leaving to go get changed and head home. Christina grabs the flowers and runs between the high school girls in front of my sister and makes them all stop to give her the flowers. Again I needed a camera my little 27 pound not yet 4 year old stopped an entire dance team from exiting with no help from anyone. She had a mission.

Well I thought awesome we can go now. Nope Isaiah wants to wait and tell Risa good job. So we wait. She comes out finally. Hugs all around, good jobs and thank yous shared by all. Time to go. Not as easy as I thought. Christina wanted to ride with my mom. Problem was my mom had a Yukon full of high school dancers. No car seat and no room for one. So my mom in an effort to appease my crying, no wait bawling child walks us out to the car and puts her in the seat. My sweet child then proceeds to cry for 10 minutes that she wants her finally falls asleep and every 5-10 minutes she cries out in her sleep that she wants grandma.

Saturday Morning is breakfast out. We then go to find the early voting location. It is not where they said it would be. We call and find out where it is. It opens at 10:00 we get there at 9:58 so just in time. We go vote. Christina "helps" daddy and Isaiah "helps" me. Just before voting we are standing in line. Isaiah has the wiggles and just can't stand still. I tell him I know there is not a lot to do here, but please stay over here with me so others can vote and then it will be our turn. I then turn to the man behind me who has been watching all the wiggles and such and apologize because Isaiah has walked right in front of him several times. It was an older man in his 70's i would say. He smiled and told me I was doing a great job with my son. No worries. My son. I still love those moments that there is no question that the children are mine. This man didn't phase him at all that we didn't look alike just that the boy with me was obviously my son.

After voting we went home had lunch and the kids took naps.
Allen asked me to start dinner early. It was something he had never seen me make and wanted to make sure it was done before I left.

I left and went to the team part of the dance competition. I saw the last team and the last officer dance for the girls. They looked great. The other teams looked really good too. I stayed for the awards. The officers (my sister is an officer) took Grand Champion Officer squad. And the team came away with Grand Champion as well. This is my sisters senior year. Needless to say she was thrilled.

Sunday we had church and then went over to my parents house. We had a bar-b-que with everyone my aunt and uncle from Florida are still here so it was a big group. It ran much later then intended but still it was a lot of fun. Family dinners always are.

Now if I can just get this cough to go away.

Cinderella

Last night we had church. After we gathered the kids we head out. Christina gets in the car and Allen buckles her up. He has his own car because he came straight from work. I leave with the kids. I get about 4 miles from the church and Christina informs me she only has one shoe.

Me:"Honey where is your other shoe?"

Her: At church

Me: Why?

Her: It fell off when I got in the car.

Me: Why didn't you tell daddy?
Her: I don't know

I pull over and check to make sure that it really was not in the car (maybe it fill off and went to the floor board), but no. So I call my husband and no answer. I guess he turned off the cell phone during church and had not turned it back on.

I turn around and go back to the church Allen is still standing outside talking. He didn't have the shoe but someone else came running up and told me they found her shoe and put it in the church office. She ran into get it but said it was locked up.

Christina start to cry, not just pout and fuss but more of a how can I go on without my shoe cry. So I get Allen to watch the kids. I go into the church. They were haveing worship band practice so I should be able to get the key from the music director for the office (thankfully she is a good friend and would understand).

I stop at the office the door is closed I check the knob and its open. Yeah no interupting band practice.

I get the shoe and give it to her. I warn her that is the last Cinderella moment we can have or she looses the shoe.

This is a child that has so many pairs of shoes she probablly won't wear these again for a week. Oh well she has to have options.

Yes They belong to me

Okay I have been trying to keep up with a professional wedding blog and decided it was time to start a personal one about me and my family.



My family is not your traditional family in most cases. My husband and I married in 2002 and decided to start a family later that year. It didn't happen. Without going into all the details after a time we decided to adopt. So in June of 2005 Isaiah and Christina came home. Isaiah was three and Christina was one.



A little background:

My husbands father is hispanic, his mother is white (german decent). So looking at him you would say he was anglo, maybe a very light hispanic.

Me, well I am white (Scottish decent). Red hair freckles and pale.

Our kids are both hispanic.

SO that is the first meaning to the title of this blog. Yes, the belong to me. You might not see the family resemblance in our faces, but there is no dought they are our children.

The seconf meaning to the title of this blog comes from that moment that I think every parent has. Everyone at the party is playing nice and is put together minding their manners and then from the other room you hear crash, cry, "I didn't do it" and at that moment either out loud or in your head you have to say Yes they belong to me.

I will post about both on this blog and hope you endjoy it.