The State Fair

There's something about seeing my child SO happy and excited that brings me such great joy, there's not much else that compares. We all had a great day. It was hot, but not unbearable, we spent a rediculous amount of money on food, and I had the best all fruit smoothie I've ever had (so now I'm searching the internet for smoothie recipes). Isabella LOVED her first carousel ride, she laughed the entire time! She also loved going in all the expo buildings and getting all the free junk that people hand out. She didn't get a nap all day (the first time she's ever not had a nap) so I was a little worried, but she didn't let that phase her, she was perfect. I thought she'd maybe fall asleep in the stroller, but there was just too much to see. She did, however, fall asleep about 2 minutes after we got in the car to come home this evening. We even ran into some friends that just moved back to the area that we haven't seen since our wedding 5 years ago. What a day, the perfect way to end the summer! Monte says it was his best day all summer, I think I agree.

Not something I would normally recommend . . .

but if you happen to not be paying attention to your child, and if she happens to find a bag of carrots and dump them on the floor, then let her keep playing with them and toss them when she's done. It will keep her busy for a long time!

I was trying to make supper and get ready for company, I'm still not quite sure how she ever got the bag of carrots. But she even loved tossing them all in the garbage one by one.

Ready or Not - 6th Grade, Here I Come

That's right, I'm going to be teaching - 6th grade religious education (formerly CCD) every Wednesday evening. Our church was very short on teachers, and I really felt like I was being called to do it. But tonight, after our first meeting, I'm feeling a little overwhelmed. I guess I didn't realize all there is to it. I didn't know I had to attend teacher inservices once a month, and I didn't know you actually have to be (or in the process of being) certified to teach religious education. In our parish, it is a THREE year certification process. But there's no turning back now, I'm sure it will be fine, but I am nervous about it. Our classes start in two weeks. And anyone have any ideas as to what the 6th grade set likes to do, do they still like to color? The teacher's manual has them coloring a picture of the Creation in the first chapter, I didn't know if they would still be into that.

And on a somewhat related note, I just love it when people volunteer me for things because I *just* stay home! That was an actual comment to me tonight, "So since you JUST stay home, you can come in next week and help get all the classrooms organized and ready." Um, can't we just each be responsible for our own classrooms. And maybe if it was put in the form of a nice question asking if I could possibly come in to help, I would have been a little more eager. But I guess now I have no choice, since I was told that's what I'm doing. And more than likely I wouldn't have said no anyway, because I CAN'T say no, and that is one thing that drives me crazy about myself. Sorry for the rant, I'm tired but I can't go to bed because I've got food in the oven for two different events tomorrow - because I couldn't say no. :)

Precious Girls

These two cousins are inseparable when we get together, they play so good together now. They can't keep their hands off each other, it's fun to watch.

A New Routine

I think Isabella is finally going to start taking just one nap a day. She tried it once before, but it didn't last long. She's still been wanting her morning nap, but not an afternoon one. So today I kept her up all morning, fed her an early lunch, and put her down. All morning she was saying, "tired, nap" but hopefully she'll get used to the new routine soon.

Not the best way to wake up

There must be something going around that makes us poor moms have pimple problems lately. You would have thought I was a hormonal teenager by the way my face looked when I got up this morning. After examining my face for quite some time, Isabella said, "Mommy, bad." I interpreted it as, Mommy, you look bad. She then proceeded to kiss every single zit on my face, followed by a, "nice Mommy" as she patted me to make me feel better.

Not the typical birthday cake!

Today, while at my niece's Elmo themed 2nd birthday party, I asked Isabella what she wanted on her birthday cake in a few months. (Thinking she would say Elmo, because she wants to be just like her cousin). She answered, "Jesus".