I just your curious guy

Mateo was sitting on my lap while at the computer. He saw something he had never seen before.

Mateo: What's that mami?
Mami: What's what?
Mateo: That thing. What it's called?
Mami: It's a 3 whole punch.
Mateo: Oh . . . . . . what it does mami?
Mami: It makes holes in mami's papers.
Mateo: Oh. That's so beautiful. I'm just your ker-ious (curious) guy huh mami? I'm just sooooooooo ker-ious.

Progress

Last Friday, Sarah's case worker from the county came to the house. We reviewed her test results and progress over the last 3 months. In the area of cognitive skills and speech she regressed. The bad news is that she regressed. The good news is that her case is going to be opened up again and she will qualify for more services. Speech and possibly pre-school. AND, her behavior therapy was extended for an additional 6 months.

This morning when I went to get her out of her room, she said the following:

Sarah: Morning Mami.
Mami: Good Morning Sarah.
Sarah: I yucky. EEEEEE-ooooooooooooooooooooooooh.
Mami: You're yucky? What happened?
Sarah: I pee-pee. Look. (Proceeds to show me her drenched pajamas because she must have decided sometime throughout the night that she didn't need her diaper and she took it off.)

YEAH! We had the entire conversation without screaming or using sign language. She communicated with me using WORDS. Real honest to goodness WORDS.

Peer Pressure

SILENCE and then giggling and then more SILENCE coming from the laundry room. This is the conversation I overheard when I went to see what Mateo and Sarah were up to.

Mateo: You go. It's your turn.
Sarah: O.K. Teo. . . (brief pause). . . Teo's turn. (Sarah proceeds to grab Mateo by the head and push him towards the open dryer).
Mateo: No Sarah. Do you see the picture of the fire (pointing to a warning label on the dryer)? If I go inside the dryer I'll be on fire. Because that's berry berry dangerous for me.

Mom: How many hours until Cristian gets back from Dominican Republic?????????

A Magi Temple

Tonight I went with my friend Leslee to A Magi Temple. Yes, I am going "out of the box" this week when it comes to religion. O.K., so yes I am still an active member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. But just exploring a little.

Actually, A Magi Temple is "Orlando's top belly dance school". It was SOOOOOO much fun, but the hip and pelvic movements in Egyptian style belly dance are WAY different then the movements I've been learning in my Latin Cardio/Zumba classes. Unfortunately I left the camera at home so I don't have any pictures of my shimmying. It was SO fun. Oops, I already said that. I moved body parts, ligaments, and muscles that I didn't know even existed. My bet is I am going to be very very SORE tomorrow morning.

Pop Quiz

O.K. all my West coast friends and family: Here's a pop quiz question of the day.

What is V.B.S.? And who has something to do with V.B.S.? I guess that was more than one question. So might as well add one more question. What is Heidi's opinion regarding V.B.S.?

I'll post answers and pictures tomorrow. :0)

The Ultimate THREAT

I just spoke to my sis on the phone this afternoon. She just finished a lovely vacation to Vegas with her family. She wanted to know if I had seen her latest blog entries and also asked me what's up with my blog. To tell you the truth, I keep forgetting that I have a blog. I guess my whole life is a blog . . . I mean blur. Heather ended our conversation with the ultimate threat. She told me if I don't start blogging again she is going to take down the link to my blogspot on her blog page. OOOOOOOHHHHHH, that hurts. So no pictures for the day, but here's a post so I don't get banished from her blog page.

Daytona Beach

We spent the Memorial Day weekend in Daytona Beach with the Gutierrez family. Here are some pics from the trip. And don't worry I plan to get some sun this summer. Yikes! Can I be any whiter???

Sudu- what !?

So I guess I am pulling an Anne. By that, I mean, I've gone offline for almost a month and now I am going to catch up. Let's start out with a picture of Grandpa and Tino. My dad came down for a visit a couple of weeks ago. Mean mom has made a rule that there are no electronic devices (gameboy, gamecube, etc) allowed when Grandpa comes to visit. Who needs electronic devices when all you need is a Suduko book and a PEN? I don't think it shows this when I post the picture, but let me just add the little detail that this photo was taken on April 20 at 11:46 p.m. Yes, that was P.M., not A.M. You have to give and take right? No electronic devices when Grandpa comes, but Tino can go to bed at whatever hour he wants to because he is having bonding time with Grandpa.

New neighbors

So we have some new neighbors. These neighbors are VERY TERRITORIAL. In fact, yesterday, I heard a VERY LOUD, high pitched screeching noise which scientists say can be heard from at least 1 mile away. Actually, the screeching noise serves two purposes: #1 a mating call #2 it warns the significant other of impending danger. I want to know who was actually in danger. "Baseball bat flinging Mateo" and "Don't Mess with me Sarah" OR, our new neighbors. If you read my sister Heather's blog, she talks about the mean girls that live in her neighborhood and terrorize Abbie.

Back to the original question, who was terrorizing who and who is really meaner? I would think that COMMON SENSE would let the 'melos (a.k.a. Mateo and Sarah) know that if you're messing with someone that is at least 3 feet taller than you and can EAT you or at least bite your hand off that maybe they should go elsewhere and play with somebody else. I have thoroughly enjoyed the last couple weeks knowing that Mateo and Sarah can go outside and play in the backyard WITHOUT escaping to the front yard. Now they can't even play in their own backyard. Our new neighbors have NO limits. I will not be able to call a neighborhood meeting OR meet with the neighbors mothers . . . since their mothers are NOWHERE to be found. What am I to do?

Empty Plate

So . . . I bet you didn't think I could do it. But I did. Or at least, I am in the process of it. Yes, I am emptying my plate. My very inspired Branch President released me from my Primary calling (1st counselor) last Sunday. I resigned from my postion as Cubmaster with Pack 15 on Monday. This Tuesday, I will turn in my Procedures manuals for my two committee chair positions with the Vista Lakes PTA. As far as my teaching Kindermusik classes, Lake Nona YMCA doesn't have space for me to teach this summer. That decision was made for me by default. So for now . . . everything is off my plate. Now I will have more time to: Be a better wife. Be a better mother. Be a better friend.

Whew . . . my branch president tells me I am like a recovering alcoholic. NO, I AM NOT an alcoholic . . . just a WORKAHOLIC and a community service-aholic. . . in the recovering phases. He could tell by my body language and facial expressions last week that it physically and mentally pains me to let things go. It's o.k. Right? Somebody else can do it all. I don't have to.