Kicked out...

Of dance class that is. Abigail was kicked out of dance for disrupting the class. She would not stop screaming and crying and kicking her feet. They escorted her out of the classroom and said she could rejoin after she calmed down.

Me...trying to be firm, decided that she would still sit in the waiting room and watch the class on the TV screen (they show live feed from inside the class) She wanted to leave so badly, but I made her stick with it and stay in there...I was feeling pretty darn good, Until she started asking questions.

The first question..."Hey mom do all those girls have Gina's?"

This is when I could feel the heat coming off of my face, my heart sped up and palms got sweaty and I could feel the stares upon me. That is when I decided I could totally play this off.

I reply with "Yes Abby, the Olympics were in China" I then decided staying any longer could further cause embarrassment on my behalf and we needed to go.

Abby has since been pulled out of dance class. I still had to pay for 2 months though.

The day Abigail trumped Bella

Isabella has always been fascinated by earrings. She longs for the day she is brave enough to do it.

Well that day came. She woke up one beautiful weekend morning and had decided that today was the day to get her ears pierced. Abby of course wanted to do it also. I warned Abby that it would be painful and it was a little needle gun that did the job. She did not understand, but still wanted it done.

Nick and I talked and decided that she did in fact seem sure she would do it (cause there was a false alarm trip in our past) and that today would be the day for her. We called our family and told them about it and they all cheered her on.

We get to the store and Isabella and Abigail pick out their earrings. Nick and I are certain at this point that when Abby see's Bella do it, she will no longer want to. We didn't put much in the fact Abby would.

So Isabella gets up there in the chair...they clean her ears...mark the spot, load the gun...wait did she just say load the gun?!? OK, MOM, DAD...never mind I don't want to do this anymore...I am thinking maybe when I am like 37 I will get my ears pierced. Yes, she actually said that.

Abigail is ready in line for her turn. Nick and I tell her it will hurt, there will be owies, a hole etc. She didn't care. She climbed in that chair so proudly. She smiled at Bella and said "wook Bewwa...I det my ears pierced" Sure enough she did it, and they had to do one at a time and she actually sat there for the second ear. So the outcome is this.

Abigail was so proud of herself. She has not stopped talking about her earrings. She compliments everyone that wears them on how beautiful theirs are. She never misses a pair of earrings in a store, person, my jewelry box. She picks out which earrings I will wear which day. The little peanut is in love with her earrings. She has taken care of them wonderfully, she cleans them, turns them, and tells me if her hair is stuck in them so I can carefully get it out.

Bella loves the fact that Abby did it, but is till set on 37 herself.

Character Counts

Isabella won an award at school. They are doing a different theme each week for Character Counts. The month of September was Fairness and she won. She was chosen by her Classmates and Teacher to receive this award. She was chosen based on her display of fairness to her classmates while at school.

I am beyond thrilled for her...wanna know why? This means no more of her saying "That's not fair" at home when I ask her to clean her room, and when she does I can gently remind her that she won an award for fairness so she must know that I am being fair.

It also means when she is mean or doesn't want to play with her sister, or passes off the "bad toy" to get Abby to leave her alone I can also gently remind her that she must know that is not "Fair". The Fairness award will go a long way in this house.

Congratulations Isabella.

May this award last you a lifetime of fairness lessons :)

My cheerleader

Isabella started Cheerleading yesterday and it was nice and HOT!! Our practices are an hour before the games and it made for a long morning sitting in the sun.

She looks so cute.

The team name leaves a little to be desired. "The barbie Girls" but I didn't choose it sooooo..we are stuck. Isabella wanted the Butterflys or Lollipops.

**The** Conversation

Abigail is such a sneaky little thing. She holds onto information that you don't think she ever listened to and uses it at such a strange time.

This is our conversation last week while sitting in the Parent pick up line at Isabella's school.

Abby: Mom, I talk to Gina!! (pronounces like China, but no C or H)

Me: Who is that?

Abby: Gina mommy, I talk to her!!

Me: Abby I have no idea who that is, where is she from?

Abby: Bewwa talk to her Gina!!

Me: Oh Bella knows her too...hmmmm, I still don't know who that is.

Abby: Mom...you talk you Gina.

Me: Huh? Who is that?

Abby: (spreading her legs open) right her siwwy mommy...theres Gina.

Me: (mouth open...shocked) Oh, well lets talk about that later K...OK

For the record we don't talk to Gina's around here.

So, I have always heard you should teach your children the proper names for their private parts. I have read it on various sites, stating it will teach them not to be ashamed and to protect their bodies better. Well who wouldn't want that right...hello. Anyway, Abby had not reached the status of proper names yet...but Bella already had. We were driving in the car about 2 months ago and Bella was talking about the private parts and using proper names and I was none that wiser that Abby the little "ear hustler" that she is was soaking it all in, just waiting to catch me off guard...shock me...leave me wordless...laugh at my look of horror as I finally realized who or...WHAT Gina was. She wins. I am now wiser in the conversations and realize that *maybe* she is saving something real good for later.

1st day of 1st grade!

I never thought of the day I would say that. I still have reservations about whether or not I really have an almost 7 year old. She started school a day late this year due to Fay, but I must say she has adjusted just fine coming back from Summer vacation. She loves her new Teacher Mrs. Bowling. She likes to come home and tell me who got in trouble or had to move their clips.



I think she also likes to torture me though. She will get in the car and I start in with the questions right away...like normal and she will only give me pieces here and there. It is like she knows, and plans ahead for it :) She did the same thing in Kindergarten.



I went to dinner with a good friend last night and we ended up at a table with 7 other people (Japanese) and there was a little girl probably 8 months old and the family was saying how it was their first child, and grandchild, great grandchild. My friend told her to enjoy it while she is little cause they grow up so fast. I have never really understood that comment till most recently. I had strangers tell me that all the time when Isabella was little and most recently with Abigail. I understand it now, it is clear that my kids will grow up all too fast, way before I am ready, and I am going to enjoy them now.

Before we lose power again!!

It is actually getting really nasty outside now. Our power is surging like crazy, we have unplugged all the TV's and the desktop.

Here is a pregnant womans guide to getting through a Tropical storm/Hurricane. I am actually not a fan of M&M's, but the kids are.

This is the backyard, before the fence blew away.

This is the front garden, my poor plants were getting pretty beaten up.

I was trying to get a picture of the Palm trees, they were bending over blowing.

The rain is like a steady sheet across the window. The wind was blowing it all directions.

The kids were literally climbing the windows, looking for something to do.

Then they were both like..."Oh my goodness, look at this rain, it is like so big, it is out there"