Sunday, December 7, 2008

11 Weeks Pregnant!

I am officially announcing on my blog that we are expecting our third child! The due date is June 30th, which makes me happy because I won't have to be pregnant through the whole summer. Just the first month or maybe less if the baby is early(not too early), which is what I always wish for. I feel like I have been pregnant for along time already since I have known for over a month. It must feel so long because I have been the sickest with this one out of the three. I wasn't sick at all with Cassie, and hardly at all with Seth. Maybe this is a sign that with each one the sickness gets worse, so I better stop now. I have been sick everyday all day so far, not sick enough to throw-up luckily, just wishing I could if it would give me some relief. We are both really bad at keeping secrets, so as soon as we knew we told our immediate family. I didn't want to tell the kids right away, only because I knew then EVERYBODY would know. Well Javier didn't think it was fair that everybody else knew in the family except them, so he told them before I convince him otherwise. We explained to them that there was a baby growing in mommy's tummy and in a long time it would come out and they would have a brother or a sister. They immediately started arguing over what it was going to be, as if whoever won the argument would get the gender they wanted. The next morning when Seth came into my room to let me know he was awake and ready for his breakfast and morning routine of Nickelodeon, he asked "Mom, is the baby still in your tummy?" I said "yes, it's still there" and he said "oohhh! I keep waiting!" and slapped his hand on the bed next to me. The only other person more impatient than me in this family is Seth, so I am prepared for a lot of hand slapping and "I keep waiting!" exclamations. The very next day my fears were confirmed when I got a call from Cindy, Seth goes to her house two mornings a week to play since he was so bored when Cassie started kindergarten. I hadn't even left 10 minutes and she was calling me to "make an inquiry" as she put it. She said that as soon as I left he said "Cindy! My mommy has a baby in her tummy!" I thought it was interesting that he didn't say anything in front of me while I was there, he waited until I left. We didn't tell them to keep it a secret, so I don't know why he waited until I was gone. Anyway, after the initial excitement they had'nt been talking about it much. Then last week in primary they were talking about the baby Jesus since Christmas is coming up, and Seth bolted out of his chair and announced to the whole primary "my mommy has a baby in her tummy!" All the adults just snickered and a few came up to me later in the hall and said "Congratulations! Your son made an announcement for you in primary." Seth is very excited to be a big brother and has announced it to everyone for me, which is just so darn cute. Cassie on the other hand hasn't said much of anything. I think when it's closer and I actually have a belly it will seem more real and she will be more excited. I know they will both be a huge help when the bundle of joy is finally here. I know I still have a long ways to go, but you know, I am Ms. Impatient. Hurry up!

Monday, November 10, 2008

Halloween

This year for Halloween Seth was Curious George (actually just a monkey costume I bought at Target but I told him it was Curious George) and Cassie was a beautiful pink Unicorn. We did the usual tradition of carving pumpkins, although we didn't get around to it until the night before. Poor Cassie had a 103 degree fever and didn't even want to sit in a chair to watch, so I pulled our big cushioned chair into the kitchen so she could roll up in her blanket and watch. She ended up falling asleep, which is highly unlike her. Usually she's got toothpicks holding her eyelids open because she hates to go to bed. Seth, Javier, and I finished our pumpkins and took some pictures, then I just laid them next to her for a photo shoot just so she didn't get left out. Notice how Javier is wearing latex gloves, as if he or the pumpkin are going to get some kind of infection. He wouldn't want to get pumpkin guts under his fingernails, how grotesque! The next day was Halloween and I had to keep her home from school because of her fever in an effort to try and preserve what energy she might have for Trick-or-Treating. She missed her class parade and pizza party:(. She wasn't even upset, since she is always trying to weasel her way out of a day of school; which I am usually immediately repentant of whenever I give in. Thursday afternoon Seth had his Halloween party at pre-school, and it was so cute. There are only three girls in his class and they came as a fairy, Cinderella, and Belle. Kylie, the girl in the Cinderella dress was freezing cold, but wouldn't put on a jacket because it would take away from her costume, which is fashion blasphemy-even she knew that and she is 4 years old. The boys were mostly super-heros like Spiderman and Ninja turtles. One of them even came is Indiana Jones, which was so cute. So we lined them all up and marched around the school while all the moms laughed and ooohed and aahhed at our adorable children and took pictures. That evening it was off to the church parking lot for the easiest and most efficient trunk-or-treating around. Their bags were overflowing within 15 minutes and we only walked about a 100 foot radius. That works for me!

Friday, October 31, 2008

YES on Prop. 8!

My dad and I have been faithfully campaigning by knocking on doors, hanging door hangers, and holding signs on busy street corners in support of proposition 8. Today was kind of an intense day for Prop. 8 campaigners. We had a show-down on the corners of San Benito and Fourth street in Hollister. We had people on the corners this morning and they were there for about 3 hours, but just as they were leaving the "No on 8" group started to show up. Everybody that had been there got called back, and anybody who could come and join got summoned. Within about 1/2 hour we had all four corners covered with people waving signs and and it felt good to be part of something you beleive in and know that you are making a difference. As supporters of "no on 8" drove by they flipped us off and yelled obscenities. The "yes on 8" supporters honked to show their support, but did nothing to the "no on 8" group. That to me, is a clear reflection of the type of people that support gay marriage; angry, self-absorbed, and hypocritical. They can't peacfully and properly support their cause, they have to push their objective by lying, malicious conduct, and yelling obscenities. They are the tolerant ones and we are the angry ones? Really!? We aren't the ones maliciously stealing yard signs and retaliating. Not that I want them to have any support, but maybe they would be more effective if they held their signs the right way. I gave Cassie and Seth some signs to hold out the window as we drove and honked several times through the intersection. After we did that for a while Seth and Javier went home, while Cassie stayed with me and held signs on the curb. I know they don't understand the issue, and I wouldn't want them to at their age, but someday they will see the pictures and hopefully feel proud that they were out there with me. I will be happy when this is over with and we have won again. Hopefully this time it will last for a longer period of time than when we passed Prop 22.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Husband Tag


1. Where did you meet? We first saw eachother at a dance in Costa Rica, but weren't properly introduced until my date and I ran into him at McDonalds one night. My date introduced us. My date was a big loser, so I was happy to be introduced to someone else!

2. How long did you date before you got married? 1 year and 4 months.

3. How long have you been married? 10 years!

4. What is your favorite feature of his? His athletic build-mmmmmmmhhhhhhhh!

5. What is your favorite quality of his? Always tries to find the positive in situations when we face challenges.

6. Does he have a nick name for you? When we were dating he used to call me "preciosa", which is preciously beautiful in Spanish. Once in a while he still says it to me if he wants to butter me up.

7. What is his favorite color? Blue

8. What is his favorite food? A nice juicy steak.

9. What is his favorite sport? Soccer! I better get that right.

10. When was your first kiss? Definately too soon. That's the beauty of falling in love, right!

11. What is your favorite thing to do as a couple? Date night which is the usual dinner and a movie, and pillow talk. He gets grumpy if we don't get to go out Friday night.

12. Do you have children? 2, Cassie is 5 and Seth is 4.

13. Does he have a hidden talent? Yeah, but I can't write about it here ;)

14. How old is he? 36

15. Who said I love you first? He did, he asked me to marry him after 10 days. I laughed at him, and then said I loved him too.

16. What is his favorite type of music? Anything with a good rythm. Pop and Latin music.

17. What do you admire most about him? His ability to overcome obstacles and challenges.

18. Do you think he will read this? If I tell him to :)

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Puppy Update

We have had Twinkie now for about a month, and I have to confess that my previous post about her being "mellow" is not accurate. I spoke to soon. Given the circumstances in which we found her I think she was literally starved and that's why she didn't have much energy and we interpreted that to mean she was mellow. We were dead wrong. She has been eating regularly and has regained her strength and vitality and is a very happy, hyper puppy. Cassie has a little mechanical puppy that wags it's tail, walks, and barks when you push the buttons. Seth got it out the other day to play with Twinkie. She flipped out and was barking and growling like crazy. She hunched down in attack mode like she was going to pounce on the toy puppy. So Javier grabbed the toy puppy and made it run at her while making a growling noise and she backed away lightening fast and tried to hide behind the couch. We couldn't stop laughing, especially Seth. I think it is safe to say she is all bark and no bite! What a chicken! As for not chewing things up, I spoke too soon about that too. She goes into any open closet and hauls off with a shoe and then goes behind the couch and goes to town on our defenseless shoes. Since I have caught onto her little scheme, I thwart her chewing frenzies by making sure all the closets are closed. So what does she do? She tries to chew the shoes that are still on our feet! She managed to chew-up something pretty expensive in the garage.
My wet-mop cord! Now I have to buy a new one. I guess we can't let her sleep in the garage anymore until she grows out of chewing. Anybody know how long that takes? One good thing is that her gas has significantly lessened. She must have gotten used to her food, thank goodness. I can stop burning so many candles. My Partylite supply was starting to get low! Even though she is a hyper chewing monster-everything I was afraid of- she has grown on me and now I couldn't get rid of her. Even if I wanted to, we micro-chipped her and she would just get returned to us ;)

One of Javier's soccer cones she chewed into oblivion.

Friday, October 10, 2008

Tahoe Trip

For our 10th Anniversary we went on a little escape to Tahoe. We arrived Thursday night and went golfing together Friday morning. Golfing is something I knew he would like and doesn't get to do alot so I figured we could take advantage of our free time and golf together. I am definately not a very good golfer, but I have to say I did improve a lot by the time we finished. I think I could be good if I did it consistantly. He was patient with me. I have to say though, I was better at putting than him. As for hitting them down the fairways, I was pathetic. I was sinking the close ones more often than him. We even had a competition to see who could make it in the hole most by putting, and I beat him fair and square.
Isn't he cute with his golf hat and shoes?
After golfing we went back to the hotel and bought lift tickets for the ski lift to take us to the top of the mountain and overlook Lake Tahoe and the valley. It really is amazing and worth every penny. It is the same lift they use for skiiers, but they run it in the summer just for people to come up and see the view.
At the top if the mountian there is a restaurant and bathrooms, and if it were winter it's where the ski runs begin. In the summer they use the ski runs for hiking trails for those that want a little more adventure. Hiking is not my thing, I need to be moved around on something with wheels-especially if it's uphill. We found some chairs and enjoyed the view and people watched for a little while and got a kick out of this sign. We laughed and joked that since we were there for our 10 year anniversary and since he is just turning 21, then we got married when he was only 10! The next thing he did for me was my favorite thing ever. He treated me to a massage at a salon we passed on the way to take the ride up the mountain. He left me there for an hour and fifteen minute hot stone massage while he waited in the hotel watching t.v. I just love massages! I don't think I could ever get enough, or get tired of them. When the girl was massaging my neck she was seated behind my head and looking down my face. She asked me if I had braces as a child. I thought that was a random question, but told her that yes I had. Then I was quiet for a minute and my curiosity got the better of me. I had to ask her why she asked me that. She told me that she could tell because by looking down my face she could see that my nose was crooked with the rest of my face, and that was a sign that I had braces as a child because when you are young your bones are still moving and shaping and when you have braces it forces those bones into place for your teeth to be straight. When I came out I saw Javier in the lobby waiting for me to go to dinner. As soon as we were outside he asked me "How did you like it?" just as I asked him "Is my face crooked?" He was confused by the question, so I quickly explained. Then he said "yeah a little." Oh well, little imperfections make us more interesting, right? RIGHT!? Good, you agree. I feel better now. Then we moved on to my next favorite thing, which is eating! We went to the Chart House, which was up on a hill overlooking the lake and the lights of South Lake Tahoe. By the time we were done, we had to practically roll out of there and back to the hotel to play some roulette. I kept playing "26" because that was the special number of our day. I hit it a couple times, but in the end lost our "fun allowance." It was a fun trip and it just made me want to get away more so that I can have him to myself more often.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

10 year Anniversary

We have made it 10 years! How lucky we are to have spent the last 10 years together. September 26th, 1998 was when we got married in my grandma's backyard with all my family and poor Javier all by himself. None of his family had the money or visas to come for our wedding. I can't believe how fast these years have flown by! These past years have been good to us. We have two happy and healthy kids, and we have grown so much-both together in our relationship and personally. For our anniversary we took a little trip to Tahoe for the weekend. My mom kept the kids so we could go. We left Thursday afternoon and got there just in time for dinner. When we left I told him I didn't want to talk about business, money, or kids. So we were quiet for about 5 min. until we thought of something to talk about. I have to admit, it was kind of hard since that is ALL we talk about now. I wanted to talk about things we used to...like funny stories about our families or friends, gossip, childhood memories, future goals, what we love about eachother. You know, the things you talk about when you are newly in love and dating or newly-weds. So we told eachother things that we would never forget about our courtship. I will never forget how he sobbed on my shoulder when I left Costa Rica to come home after my 6 months were up. We were so in love, and we didn't know if we would ever see eachother again. I was so young and he was so poor. How would we ever be together again?! It seemed hopeless.


September 26, 1998

He was able to come on a work/study visa through his university. He borrowed the money for the program fees, which included airfare to Miami and he was able to legally work there for 4 months. Well, he went to Miami, not much closer than Costa Rica. But cheaper to talk on the phone! So we talked every night for a couple hours, him from a payphone outside his work or apartment, and me at home annoying every member of my family. For my 18th birthday we convinced my grandpa to get him a ticket with his flyer miles so he could come to California and meet everyone. Grandma at this point would refer to him as "turkey" because "Javier" was too hard for her to say. She cracks me up! I remember the night he flew in, grandpa drove me to the airport to pick him up. It was arriving around 10p.m. and he had a layover in Denver. I had butterflies in my stomache and could fell my limbs weak with anxiety as we stood there at the gate waiting for him to appear. I hadn't seen him for 6 months and I just wanted to kiss him all over when he was finally within range. People were trickling off the plane in little groups here and there, and the gaps between them were getting bigger and bigger, and my heart began to sink as I worried that he got lost in Denver, or never boarded in Miami for some unknown reason and hadn't been able to contact me to tell me why. Grandpa could feel my anxiety building and gently put his hand on my shoulder and asked me if I had seen him yet. I choked back the tears and replied, "No. I am worried that he didn't even get on." He tenderly assured me that he probably just got stuck behind people and would appear any second. I was glad that grandpa was standing there with me, to keep me from melting down as the disappoint was becoming overwhelming. Then I saw him. I couldn't stop smiling, and the tears came anyway. He slowly walked up to us and gave me a big hug and he looked just as handsome as when I left him. I could tell he felt unsure of how to act with my grandpa there, he couldn't talk to him because he didn't know English yet. Now I wanted my Grandpa to disappear so we could make-out right there in the terminal. Ok Gramps, it was good for you to be around a couple of minutes ago, but now you need to go. The sooner the better. Don't you have a sudden urge to use the bathroom or get a drink? Of course he didn't get it, and just stood there towering over us, sizing up this latino rico suave that was after his granddaughter. This granddaughter that wouldn't stop talking about him for 6 months. On the way home we sat in the back seat and whispered sweet nothings en espanol to eachother. My grandpa's ears were perked, but I knew he wouldn't understand anything. Something I use to this day around my family. We got back to my grandparents house and he met my Grandma, who was instantly sweet to him. I hadn't told him yet that she had nicknamed him "turkey". By now it was almost midnight and they were ready for bed, but we wanted to talk and just be together. Of course that wasn't going to happen. Over their dead bodies were they going to allow us to stay up after they were asleep. So grandpa did what he does best; hoover! We were in the kitchen and I could here him pacing in the foyer-as if there is anything to be doing in there. Duuuhhh grandpa! I know what you are doing, I am just ignoring you! My grandpa is a professional hooverer. It really bugs when you just want some privacy. So I played dumb for as long as I possibly could before he finally summoned us both to get to bed. "You can see eachother in the morning. You haven't seen eachother for 6 months, you can wait another 8 hours," he said. "He had no idea what it was like to be in love and seperated for so long, another 8 hours is an eternity!" I said to myself. I finally went to bed and was a bucket of nerves and didn't sleep a wink. I was so nervous because I thought maybe after seeing me after six months he would decide I wasn't worth it anymore. You know how you think you want something until you have it, then you're just not that into it? I was also nervous to introduce him to my family. I knew everyone was so skeptical and questioned his motives even if they didn't say it. He was 8 years older than me, from a foreign country, no money, etc. All those things didn't matter, because I knew what was in his heart and even though we have always bickered (because of my oneryness) he has always been true to me and never, ever let me down. I love that man!! How lucky I am! I truly don't know who else would put up with me. He remembers the same night, but for different reasons. He remembers exactly what I was wearing and thinking how "hot" I was, as he puts it. As Dr. Laura says, men are simple. My memory of our "reunion" took up about 20 minutes of our car ride and his was one sentence! Haha!

It definately isn't easy being married to someone who is from a different country, and learning a new language, and changing culture, religion, family, and friends. There have been tough moments that most couples wouldn't experience, but also funny ones too. I bet no one has had there husband ask them to make him "muffins with frosting" because he didn't know the word "cupcake", or call gophers "woofers" and watch people pretend like they know what he is talking about. He hasn't said anything like that in a while, but we still laugh when we talk about it.

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Dog-Hating Nazi's

Yep, that's what we were called when I told my family about our new puppy.
"What! The dog-hater's got a dog? What on earth came over you!?"
"Well isn't that interesting, the dog nazi's got a dog."
Those are just a few of the comments we got when I told my siblings about our cute little puppy "Twinkie". She definately looks like she has some German Shephard in her, and who knows what else. She is a mutt, but is a very pretty color. She is a light brownish-blonde, which is why we named her "Twinkie". I was even a little surprised that Javier wanted this dog, after our kids have both been bit by my parents rat terrier, Tootsie twice. Poor Cassie was bit right on the cheek when she was only 15 months, and we had to take her to the emergency room in Sonora because we were at the cabin when it happened. It was totally unprovoked and happened so fast there was nothing I could have done even if I was right there with her. So needless to say, we have both been weary of dogs because we don't want our children's faces scarred for life. So whenever we are around dogs we remind the kids to not get close to the dogs, because we are scared that any dog will bite unprovoked like the last time. Our protective comments have made us be perceived as "Dog-hating Nazi's" by my siblings. Naturally we just want to avoid the tip of a nose bit off, or a lip, or something worse. Javier had to get some landscaping materials out in Paicines, which is about 10 miles away from Hollister and very rural. A mother dog and her three puppies, about 4 months old, had been dumped out there, which is a common tactic to get rid of animals you don't want. People drive out into the country and dump them off, because if you take them to the pound you get interrogated. Twinkie was one of the puppies, and she was so sweet. She came up to Javier and was nudging his leg and licking his hand. Needless to say he wanted to bring her home, but was worried about whether I would want one or not. He told me she didn't even bark or jump up on him, so I was willing to listen to his plan. He wanted to take me back out there and meet her and then I could decide if we wanted to bring her home. I went back and saw her and yes, she is a mutt, but she was so mild-mannered, I thought if he wants her and agrees to clean-up her poop, and feed her, why not? I like dogs, I just don't want a tore up yard and my children bitten. She's a female, mellow-even for a puppy, and we'd be rescuing her from the pound or certain starvation our there. So I agreed to take her home and try her out for a few days and see if she was going to stay mellow and not start those annoying dog things like digging everywhere and chewing everything up. So far, she is a playful happy puppy and we still have her. I just don't know what to do about her farting! She stinks soooooo bad! I have to put her out because my eyes start to water. Hopefully she will get used to her food, otherwise she will be mostly an outdoor dog.

Saturday, September 6, 2008

The Butterflies and Red Bulls

These are the names of Cassie and Seth's soccer teams. Can you guess who belongs to which team? Today they both had their first games. Cassie's game was the early one, starting at 8:20 a.m. She did great. She ran the whole time and got some good kicks, and even almost made a goal once. She plays with 4-6 year olds, and the 6 year olds pretty much dominate. The girls were focused and played the whole time without much fuss. The boys on the other hand.......let's just say they needed a lot of encouragement. I think Seth spent as much time on the ground as he spent standing. Every little kick or bump made him fall, and then he would stay down long enough so that everyone would see that he had been injured. I think he has been paying close attention to his dad's games. Men are such babies!When you watch little kids play you will see that they don't pass. Passing the ball to a team-mate is above their skill level. They all just run after the ball and kick it, but because they are all standing around the ball it doesn't get far unless it get's lucky and passes through someone's legs. I call this kind of soccer "bunch ball", and you will agree when you see this next photo.


A few times Seth broke loose with the ball, which was great considering he is only 4, and because the 6 year old boys were dominating. One time he was even right in front of the goal, and he turned and shot and it just barely rolled into the net. GOOOAAALLL!!!! He turned to us with a big smile and a very proud look on his face. So we jumped and clapped and cheered. Javier and I yelled from the sidelines "Way to go Seth! You're the best!" Then we turned to each other and laughed because neither of us had the heart to tell him it was the wrong goal. Hey, a goal is a goal when you are only 4. These next shot two shots I took before he scored and right after his first auto-goal. Sportsmanship can change in the blink of an eye on the soccer field of 4-6 yr. old Boys.

Here he is walking off the field pouting.

Right after his auto-goal. He thinks he is hot stuff!

With all the injuries, pouting, and wrong goals, I am wondering how we will ever make it through the season! I guess we will just have to take one game at a time.

I Love Co-Ed Softball!!

Javier and I are playing on a co-ed softball team for the first time! Not only is it our first time playing together, it is Javier's first time ever playing. He has always played soccer, and played well. Last year I was invited to play on this team, and of course I jumped at the chance to play. I had never played co-ed, but I was excited to get out there and have the fun I used to. Well after a season of playing with the team, I decided that it would be much more fun if Javier played with me, since there are several couples that play on the team. He was reluctant because of course he has never played and was worried that he would make some dumb mistake that would cost us the game or something. I reassured him that even though he hasn't played softball, he is an athlete and all he needs to do is learn the game and he will be a good player. So they played him in center field and he caught all the fly balls that were hit to him. For fielding, we're good. Now it's time to bat. He didn't strike out, but he didn't get a strong hit so he got out on first. The second time he was walked, and in co-ed if a man gets walked he goes to second base. Now we are good, we have runner on second. Well he decides to play like a pro and lead off second base. The umpire behind home stops the game and calls him out for not being on the base during the pitch. He was embarrassed for not knowing and making a mistake, and after the game he said he didn't want to play anymore. I thought I was talking to Seth for a minute, then I realized oh yeah, this is my 36 year old husband, he'll get over it. After that game Jesse, my brother, coached Javier and taught him how to stand at bat. For our next game Javier was ready and waiting to leave when I got home to get ready. "Oh good, he is over not wanting to play," I thought to myself. Javier finally gets up to bat with his new coaching fresh on his mind, and he swings and gets a good hit right in between two players and makes it to first base. I am cheering loudly when I see him walking off the base into the dugout. I am like "get back on the base you are safe!" Turns out he was called out again for throwing the bat and hitting the catcher. Another little rule that no one ever breaks so we forgot to tell him about it. Everybody on the team are really good sports and just laugh at his little mistakes and keep playing. Now the joke is "what new rule is Javier going to discover?" Our next game Javier got on base again, and was running to third and tagged the base but then went over and was off the base for a few seconds. Everyone in our dug out was yelling "Javier!! get back on base!" He jumped back on base just as the third baseman caught the ball. The next player got a hit so he ran past home and came into the dugout and Ms. Anna, who's both Cassie and Seth's preshool teacher, ran up to him and said in a laughing teacherly voice "Javier you learned something without getting out!" Everyone in the dugout laughed. In soccer he dominates and his team always takes 1st place, so I give him points for being a good sport to keep playing with me, especially since he has had to swallow some pride.

Seth's First Day of Pre-School!!!

Today Seth began pre-school in the same class that Cassie was in last year. Seth is already familiar with Ms. Anna, the teacher, and the classroom since he went with me to pick her up everyday last year. I am the class-rep for his class, which means that my job is to schedule the mom's for their workdays in the class, since this is a co-op preschool. Well I figured I would just do myself a favor and schedule myself the first day of school, since I was probably going to be hanging around anyway. (Last year he tried pre-school and we only lasted a couple weeks) But this is a new year and he is one year older!
When you are working in the class you get to wear a black apron and your child gets special priviledges that day. They get to ring the bell to call the class in, they get to bring something from home to share with the class, and they get to pick a song from the song box. So for sharing time we brought "Bear-John" from when we went to Build-a-bear with Tita, who is actually a cheetah dressed as a soccer player that roars. We had to make sure he was nice and safe for the drive to school.
Now when it's sharing time, you get to sit on the teacher's lap while she asks questions about it and then walk around the rug and let your classmates touch and wish they had your toy because you are getting all the attention at that moment. It truly is the highlight of Preschool!

The first day of school went nice and smooth, however I can't say that for the second. I found out when I picked him up that he and Ms. Anna had a rough day. He almost got sent to the principal's office and a phone call home! I am hoping that it was because he was disappointed because he didn't get VIP treatment like the first day, and that it isn't a preview of the next 12 years!

Monday, August 18, 2008

First Day of Kindergarten!!!



Today was Cassie's first day of kindergarten! She has been so excited to go to school. She has missed her friends this summer and made a new friend within the first few minutes. She has two teachers, one teaches only in Spanish and her name is Senora Lane, and the other teaches only in English and her name is Mr. Rios. All the parents stayed for a couple hours for orientation and then it was time for the parents to leave. That's when the pouting and crying started. Cassie was insecure about me leaving her, and I am pretty sure it was because she was starting the day in the Spanish classroom. Sra. Lane was really sweet and put her arm around Cassie and tried to comfort her in Spanish, but Cassie just looked at her and then said to me "I don't like Spanish!". Haha! Well she better get used to it. She will have half day in Spanish and half day in English everyday. She finally got busy playing and I slipped out without her noticing. Now I am home with just Seth and I feel like half of me is missing. I am sure I will get over it. Whoohooo!!!!!! She is in school!!!!!