That's her name. A little girl in Colombia who has stolen our hearts simply from a brochure. And my heart cannot be still until I make sure she's ours to sponsor.
Adoption has always been big on my heart. I always knew that one day I would adopt a precious child to love and care for as my own. Luckily, the Marine seems to share my dream of adopting. But since we're unmarried and at the ripe old age of 19 and 23, we really have no desire to adopt a child any time too soon. Alright, I would adopt a child right this minute if I could.
A few months back, I heard about Compassion International. Those darn commercials that only air in the wee hours of the morning telling you to donate money to help the starving children always break my heart so Compassion stuck with me instantly. Go check out their website if you need more information. Or! Go sponsor a child of your own! Please please please let me know if you do choose to sponsor a child. I would love to hear about it.
Anyways... As the Marine was trying to decide what to get me for Christmas and I was doing an awful job of giving him suggestions, it hit me. What if he sponsored a child for me. Let me write the letters. I don't think he totally understood what I was asking.
I went to their website and looked and looked at pictures of children that needed somebody to sponsor them. I looked. I couldn't pick one. How could I say, Alright. This is the one. I choose you.
I couldn't. I couldn't pick only one. I would have picked them all!
So I slowly just backed away from the idea of doing it right now. I couldn't pick one. I couldn't say no to all the other faces.
On Friday night I went to the Rock and Worship Roadshow. They love Compassion. They had their booths set up to offer information. But as I was late, I didn't have time to stop and pick up a packet.
And this is where God stepped in.
He pretty much said, look here, girlfriend. I've been telling you to do this. Here's your shot.
The lead singer of Mercy Me came out and was talking about how awesome Compassion is and how much we should all help sponsor a child right now. Okay, okay. I already know. But how do I choose?!
Raise your hand and we will bring you a child specific packet.
Wait. So I raise my hand. You bring me a packet. Not of general information. But of ONE child who needs sponsored. Not of hundreds of faces. But one. One that needs me.
And that was it. I raised my hand and God brought me Keren. A four year old girl who lives in Colombia. The fact that it was a girl just a few months younger than my monster was proof that she was mine.
The best part was this. As a broke college student, I wasn't sure how I was going to pay the $38 a month. Yes, I would willingly go without just to pay this, but right now funds are low. I asked my dad if he would be willing to help me make sure I had the amount I needed each month until I could get on my feet. He agreed, of course.
But wait.
Not thinking much of it, I sent a picture of Keren's picture to the Marine. Just because I wanted to share her. His response?
I'm helping you with her. What do you want me to do? Don't tell me no.
My heart melted. She wasn't mine. She was ours. The Marine willingly agreed to pay the $38 a month to help Keren. I asked him again and again if he was sure. I decided to do this, not him. I wanted to make sure he didn't feel forced to help in some way. And he just kept telling me. I want to. I want to help.
And now I just have to call them in the morning and make sure I didn't mess everything up by leaving with the packet instead of dropping it off at the booth.
Prayers!
Monday, February 20, 2012
101st!
Alright, since I didn't even realize I had written 100 posts, I'll celebrate the 101st!
Yep. It's thrilling. 101 random posts that are usually disjointed and rambling.
Yay! Let's see how quickly I can make it to 200. Or not. No pressure really.
Those of you that actually stop by and read every once in a while, well you straight up rock. It's not always interesting here, but you still rock.
So thanks to all of you!
Lonely
It's the space between my fingers that is constantly empty. The unanswered Skype calls. The nights where no matter how many times I roll over his shoulder is nowhere to be found. The days where couples are everywhere I look.
Those, and a million others, are the things that make this hard. It doesn't matter if I am surrounded by people, I still have days where I'm nothing but lonely. It may simply be because Valentine's Day was this past week, but it has been a rough few days.
Every night I toss and turn because I miss him. I want to turn around and see him standing there waiting for me to notice. I want to go somewhere and fill my hand with his. Mine on top, same as always. Or place my hand in the crook in his elbow. I want to sit down next to him and watch one of the worst movies we have ever seen. Because he always picks the bad ones. I want to ask him how he got all of his scars. For the nineteenth time. I want to stay up late and eat chicken nuggets with him. BBQ sauce for me. Sweet and Sour for him. I want to get in the car, in the passenger seat for once, and just let him drive with no goal in mind. I want to wake him up in the middle of the night just to pull him back onto the bed after nearly pushing him off. Again. I want to scold him for throwing Hamilton around the room. I want to just look at his pretty eyes. And ask him what color he thinks they are. Then tell him he's wrong. I want him back.
I miss him. Each and every day. It doesn't matter if we have been apart for 30 minutes or 3 months. The result is the same. I miss him and I'm counting down until I see him next. Every day he is away, I miss him more than the previous. I know that soon enough I will be reunited with him. That he will catch me randomly staring at him just because I missed his face. Soon enough I will feel his arms wrap around me in one of those heart stopping hugs. I know it will happen. Maybe in a few weeks. Maybe in a few months. I'm unsure when exactly, but I know it will happen. And I am so grateful that it will happen again.
Until the day comes where the Marine is mine again, I'll keep a smile on my face when I see other couples hand in hand walking across campus or around Target. I'll do my best not to laugh when somebody tells me they haven't seen their SO in a few days. I'll roll around all night and snuggle up to Hamilton until exhaustion takes over. I'll be okay until he's mine again. Lonely. A piece of me missing. Because that's really how it is. When he's not with me, there's a part of me missing. Dramatic, I know. But it's also truthful. I will be tough enough to handle it. But no matter what, I will be lonely. And I will be counting down the days. Always.
Those, and a million others, are the things that make this hard. It doesn't matter if I am surrounded by people, I still have days where I'm nothing but lonely. It may simply be because Valentine's Day was this past week, but it has been a rough few days.
Every night I toss and turn because I miss him. I want to turn around and see him standing there waiting for me to notice. I want to go somewhere and fill my hand with his. Mine on top, same as always. Or place my hand in the crook in his elbow. I want to sit down next to him and watch one of the worst movies we have ever seen. Because he always picks the bad ones. I want to ask him how he got all of his scars. For the nineteenth time. I want to stay up late and eat chicken nuggets with him. BBQ sauce for me. Sweet and Sour for him. I want to get in the car, in the passenger seat for once, and just let him drive with no goal in mind. I want to wake him up in the middle of the night just to pull him back onto the bed after nearly pushing him off. Again. I want to scold him for throwing Hamilton around the room. I want to just look at his pretty eyes. And ask him what color he thinks they are. Then tell him he's wrong. I want him back.
I miss him. Each and every day. It doesn't matter if we have been apart for 30 minutes or 3 months. The result is the same. I miss him and I'm counting down until I see him next. Every day he is away, I miss him more than the previous. I know that soon enough I will be reunited with him. That he will catch me randomly staring at him just because I missed his face. Soon enough I will feel his arms wrap around me in one of those heart stopping hugs. I know it will happen. Maybe in a few weeks. Maybe in a few months. I'm unsure when exactly, but I know it will happen. And I am so grateful that it will happen again.
Until the day comes where the Marine is mine again, I'll keep a smile on my face when I see other couples hand in hand walking across campus or around Target. I'll do my best not to laugh when somebody tells me they haven't seen their SO in a few days. I'll roll around all night and snuggle up to Hamilton until exhaustion takes over. I'll be okay until he's mine again. Lonely. A piece of me missing. Because that's really how it is. When he's not with me, there's a part of me missing. Dramatic, I know. But it's also truthful. I will be tough enough to handle it. But no matter what, I will be lonely. And I will be counting down the days. Always.
Saturday, February 18, 2012
What a week!
Yeah yeah. I've been slacking. It has been a full week since I last wrote anything. Goodness. It seems like so much further away than that. It may have been the longest week ever.
I'm not totally sure why. It could be because Valentine's day fell on Tuesday. Or because I had to change my work and practicum schedule this week. Or simply because I'm ready for spring break. :)
I'll give you a brief update on what has happened.
I read a book. A wonderfully amazing book. I suggest it to all of you. Really. Read it.
Some of you have probably already read it or heard of it and will probably vouch for me that it should be read by all. I read it in about a day and wasn't ready for it to end. Of course, it just can't quite compare to my love for The Hunger Games. Which Becca casually stole for the weekend. It took her all of half a day to finish the first one and she stole the second one for her trip to Colorado to visit that twin of hers. I cannot wait for the movie. Who is going with me?!
Also on the topic of books, on Thursday in my Literacy Development for Children that are Deaf/Hard of Hearing we had a library lady come to class. Her actual title was something along the lines of Family Literacy Specialist. Whatever she was, she was awesome! She brought us free children's books. Now we had been prepared for this day, but I was expecting two or three free books. Maybe five. I ended with 51.
Fifty-one children's books. I'm so thrilled.
Isn't that the most beautiful sight you have ever seen? I think so.
Let's talk a bit about Valentine's Day. It was a day. I was probably in a less than awesome mood. I didn't get the Marine a gift until Sunday which means he didn't get it on time. But that wasn't exactly the point. He was not at all helpful for what he wanted for Valentine's Day so he got this...
Yep. A life-size plush Perry the Platypus from Phineas and Ferb. He loves him. They go everywhere together.
I'm hoping next time he gets a gift (his birthday) he is more helpful. If he's not, I'm getting him a Snuggie. It's already decided. He can't wait, I'm sure.
But look what I made in Chemistry on Monday!
It's a glass E! I tried to make an S, but that was too hard so I just kept bending it and ended up with an e. I think it's precious. Well.. Actually, I think it's pretty silly.
On Wednesday I got together with a couple of my favorite Deaf Ed majors. They're getting ready to leave to go to KSD for student teaching, so it was necessary that we get together before then.
Kristy was our chef like always. She makes the best pancakes. I will miss these girls when they leave! If you notice, Whitnei has a little trouble making her I love you hand. Silly girl. The last picture is of Whitnei's illegal dog, Sophie. She's precious and I may just have to live in her apartment so I can bond with her while they go to KSD. :)
KSD (Kansas School for the Deaf) is where most Deaf Ed majors do half of their student teaching. As I was talking to Jessie at our practicum meeting, we decided that we will likely be doing all of our student teaching at KSD. That means that all of next spring I will be in Olathe. Molly, Jessica, Michelle, Peggy, Staci. Get yourselves ready. I will be seeing so much of you! And I cannot wait!
Last night, I went to the Rock and Worship Roadshow at the Mabee Center on the ORU campus. First time there. Those giant praying hands really are a sight.
The concert was really quite fantastic. One of the Happy Hands moms told me about it. So I showed up and hung out with a few HH people and had a wonderful time.
I also signed up to sponsor a little girl through Compassion while there. Actually, I took the packet and signed up at my dorm room. Except I wasn't supposed to take a paper, so hopefully I can call them Monday and they can help me work it all out. The Marine willingly offered to help me sponsor her so I think it's safe to say we as a team are sponsoring this little girl in South America.
And that's really all that has happened this past week. :)
I'm not totally sure why. It could be because Valentine's day fell on Tuesday. Or because I had to change my work and practicum schedule this week. Or simply because I'm ready for spring break. :)
I'll give you a brief update on what has happened.
I read a book. A wonderfully amazing book. I suggest it to all of you. Really. Read it.
Some of you have probably already read it or heard of it and will probably vouch for me that it should be read by all. I read it in about a day and wasn't ready for it to end. Of course, it just can't quite compare to my love for The Hunger Games. Which Becca casually stole for the weekend. It took her all of half a day to finish the first one and she stole the second one for her trip to Colorado to visit that twin of hers. I cannot wait for the movie. Who is going with me?!
Also on the topic of books, on Thursday in my Literacy Development for Children that are Deaf/Hard of Hearing we had a library lady come to class. Her actual title was something along the lines of Family Literacy Specialist. Whatever she was, she was awesome! She brought us free children's books. Now we had been prepared for this day, but I was expecting two or three free books. Maybe five. I ended with 51.
Fifty-one children's books. I'm so thrilled.
Let's talk a bit about Valentine's Day. It was a day. I was probably in a less than awesome mood. I didn't get the Marine a gift until Sunday which means he didn't get it on time. But that wasn't exactly the point. He was not at all helpful for what he wanted for Valentine's Day so he got this...
Yep. A life-size plush Perry the Platypus from Phineas and Ferb. He loves him. They go everywhere together.
I'm hoping next time he gets a gift (his birthday) he is more helpful. If he's not, I'm getting him a Snuggie. It's already decided. He can't wait, I'm sure.
But look what I made in Chemistry on Monday!
On Wednesday I got together with a couple of my favorite Deaf Ed majors. They're getting ready to leave to go to KSD for student teaching, so it was necessary that we get together before then.
KSD (Kansas School for the Deaf) is where most Deaf Ed majors do half of their student teaching. As I was talking to Jessie at our practicum meeting, we decided that we will likely be doing all of our student teaching at KSD. That means that all of next spring I will be in Olathe. Molly, Jessica, Michelle, Peggy, Staci. Get yourselves ready. I will be seeing so much of you! And I cannot wait!
Last night, I went to the Rock and Worship Roadshow at the Mabee Center on the ORU campus. First time there. Those giant praying hands really are a sight.
The concert was really quite fantastic. One of the Happy Hands moms told me about it. So I showed up and hung out with a few HH people and had a wonderful time.
I also signed up to sponsor a little girl through Compassion while there. Actually, I took the packet and signed up at my dorm room. Except I wasn't supposed to take a paper, so hopefully I can call them Monday and they can help me work it all out. The Marine willingly offered to help me sponsor her so I think it's safe to say we as a team are sponsoring this little girl in South America.
And that's really all that has happened this past week. :)
Saturday, February 11, 2012
School
I'm going to finish telling you about what's been going on here. The entire month of January can really be squashed into one post.
I came back to school. The great ol' city of Tulsa, Oklahoma. Alright, I actually enjoy Tulsa most days. I know, it's insane. But this semester may very well be the death of me.
Let's take a detailed look at my class list.
Standards Based Chemistry - MWF 8-8:50 AM
Math For Elementary Students (or something along those lines) - TTH 9:30-10:45 AM
Science for Elementary Students (perhaps) - TTH 11-12:15
ASL IV - TTH 12:30-1:45
Concepts and Reasoning (Math for Elementary Teachers) - TTH 4-5:15
Literacy Development in Deaf and Hard of Hearing Students - TTH 6-7:15
I know you're looking at that and going. Psh. You only have one class on MWF. That's not too bad. Right. Except for a few other things.
Jessie and I thought it would be a good plan to sign up for a work out class at 6:15 MWF mornings. Bad idea. We don't make it every time, but we aim for twice a week, because that's really all we can handle. She has about as crazy of a class schedule as I do.
Also, on Monday's I go to Practicum at Edison High School from 10-3:30. On Wednesday's and Friday's I go to Happy Hands from 12-6.
So it's really not as though I have three days off. Those are also the days that I normally have to do all my homework for my other classes because I forget to do it any other time.
On Thursdays my two morning classes are cancelled and I go to Bell Elementary School and observe/work in a 5th grade math and science classroom. 26 5th grade boys. Sheesh. It's interesting and I enjoy it, but it's just a bit more stress to my plate.
Don't get me wrong. I love school. I love the opportunities I have. I love being involved in multiple schools in Tulsa and being involved. I love it. I love being busy to the point of exhaustion. I love having my time filled every day. I feel so exceptionally blessed. I am in classrooms of students who look up to me as a teacher. I am given opportunities to improve myself everyday. And I love it.
But it is exhausting. As much as I love it, I am running around all week. The weekends should be a little more relaxing, but this is one of the first weekends that I have had that I am able to devote all of my time to anything I want. Which is homework. And lots and lots of pinterest. LOVE pinterest. Planning a wedding and a nursery for a wedding and baby that aren't even on the horizon yet. But I love it! One more way to delay homework.
Other than school, I celebrated my favorite monster's 5th birthday. She is growing up so incredibly fast! Alright. I met her when she was 2 almost 3, but I knew her before then because of wrestling. Still in those two years she has changed and grown up so much! I am just amazed. Especially watching the little monster. I met her when she didn't have a name. Gosh. Those girls. I love them. Miss them, too!
DeafTU put on a Deaf Education conference last weekend. It was Friday and Saturday and took up a lot of time to get together. Not that I really helped with a lot of it. I mean I wanted to, but I just didn't have much time.
Not too much else has taken place since I got back. Working on getting into a routine (who knew sleeping until 8:30 would feel like sleeping in!) and just organizing my life.
And a whole lot of reading the Hunger Games. Again. And again. And again. Over and over.
It will probably get read again in the next week or two :)
OBSESSED. Definitely.
I came back to school. The great ol' city of Tulsa, Oklahoma. Alright, I actually enjoy Tulsa most days. I know, it's insane. But this semester may very well be the death of me.
Let's take a detailed look at my class list.
Standards Based Chemistry - MWF 8-8:50 AM
Math For Elementary Students (or something along those lines) - TTH 9:30-10:45 AM
Science for Elementary Students (perhaps) - TTH 11-12:15
ASL IV - TTH 12:30-1:45
Concepts and Reasoning (Math for Elementary Teachers) - TTH 4-5:15
Literacy Development in Deaf and Hard of Hearing Students - TTH 6-7:15
I know you're looking at that and going. Psh. You only have one class on MWF. That's not too bad. Right. Except for a few other things.
Jessie and I thought it would be a good plan to sign up for a work out class at 6:15 MWF mornings. Bad idea. We don't make it every time, but we aim for twice a week, because that's really all we can handle. She has about as crazy of a class schedule as I do.
Also, on Monday's I go to Practicum at Edison High School from 10-3:30. On Wednesday's and Friday's I go to Happy Hands from 12-6.
So it's really not as though I have three days off. Those are also the days that I normally have to do all my homework for my other classes because I forget to do it any other time.
On Thursdays my two morning classes are cancelled and I go to Bell Elementary School and observe/work in a 5th grade math and science classroom. 26 5th grade boys. Sheesh. It's interesting and I enjoy it, but it's just a bit more stress to my plate.
Don't get me wrong. I love school. I love the opportunities I have. I love being involved in multiple schools in Tulsa and being involved. I love it. I love being busy to the point of exhaustion. I love having my time filled every day. I feel so exceptionally blessed. I am in classrooms of students who look up to me as a teacher. I am given opportunities to improve myself everyday. And I love it.
But it is exhausting. As much as I love it, I am running around all week. The weekends should be a little more relaxing, but this is one of the first weekends that I have had that I am able to devote all of my time to anything I want. Which is homework. And lots and lots of pinterest. LOVE pinterest. Planning a wedding and a nursery for a wedding and baby that aren't even on the horizon yet. But I love it! One more way to delay homework.
Other than school, I celebrated my favorite monster's 5th birthday. She is growing up so incredibly fast! Alright. I met her when she was 2 almost 3, but I knew her before then because of wrestling. Still in those two years she has changed and grown up so much! I am just amazed. Especially watching the little monster. I met her when she didn't have a name. Gosh. Those girls. I love them. Miss them, too!
DeafTU put on a Deaf Education conference last weekend. It was Friday and Saturday and took up a lot of time to get together. Not that I really helped with a lot of it. I mean I wanted to, but I just didn't have much time.
Not too much else has taken place since I got back. Working on getting into a routine (who knew sleeping until 8:30 would feel like sleeping in!) and just organizing my life.
And a whole lot of reading the Hunger Games. Again. And again. And again. Over and over.
It will probably get read again in the next week or two :)
OBSESSED. Definitely.
Friday, February 10, 2012
Saturday Nights
This right here is my favorite way to spend a Saturday night.
It does not happen nearly often enough, though! These pictures are from two weeks ago.
Note: Look how happy he is. Haha. Teasing. You can also see how sneaky I was. I turned my volume off right as I took the snapshot so he couldn't hear it. Until I forgot once. He didn't totally appreciate my sneaky picture taking. I thought it was fabulous!
Marine. Make it happen tomorrow. Please.
It does not happen nearly often enough, though! These pictures are from two weeks ago.
Note: Look how happy he is. Haha. Teasing. You can also see how sneaky I was. I turned my volume off right as I took the snapshot so he couldn't hear it. Until I forgot once. He didn't totally appreciate my sneaky picture taking. I thought it was fabulous!
Marine. Make it happen tomorrow. Please.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Heaven was Needing a Hero
I have to start this here.
I have also posted (or will soon post) this video on Facebook. Simply so it will reach more people. But I wish you all would come here and read about it.
I was so exceptionally nervous about doing this. Not only is it the first song I have ever really interpreted, but it has such a strong meaning that there was no way I could just throw this together. It was required to do for my ASL class but the grade I get is not what is important to me. I just want to honor those who have given everything.
I have a hard time sharing this. Not only can I not watch myself do something. All I see are the mistakes. I'm hoping you don't see them as well as I do. But it's also such a strong song I was, still am, worried that I didn't do it well enough.
But nevertheless here it is.
Enjoy!
After I finished, I may have just cried for a little bit. Don't hate. Jessie cried with me.
And a HUGE thank you to Jessie for taping this for me. Really helping me the entire way through it.
I have also posted (or will soon post) this video on Facebook. Simply so it will reach more people. But I wish you all would come here and read about it.
I was so exceptionally nervous about doing this. Not only is it the first song I have ever really interpreted, but it has such a strong meaning that there was no way I could just throw this together. It was required to do for my ASL class but the grade I get is not what is important to me. I just want to honor those who have given everything.
I have a hard time sharing this. Not only can I not watch myself do something. All I see are the mistakes. I'm hoping you don't see them as well as I do. But it's also such a strong song I was, still am, worried that I didn't do it well enough.
But nevertheless here it is.
Enjoy!
After I finished, I may have just cried for a little bit. Don't hate. Jessie cried with me.
And a HUGE thank you to Jessie for taping this for me. Really helping me the entire way through it.
Sent My Heart to CA
A year ago today. I can't believe it's been a year. At the exact same time, I am so surprised it's only been a year.
So much as happened. We have grown up so much. Or at least I think we have. Everything in our relationship was turned upside down. Over and over.
But wasn't it just a few days ago that we were spending every day together while he worked nights and I went to high school?
Guess not.
The Marine headed off to boot camp one year ago today. A life changing event for him. And it definitely altered my life as well.
I am so proud of him. He was absolutely amazing before he left (I mean, come on) but he just took that and grew and become somebody so much better. Which is hard for me to say, because I sure did love everything about him before he left. But yes, I really think he's better this way. He's happier. And in turn, I'm happier.
Hey Marine,
Congratulations on your very first year as a Marine. Alright. That's not true. You were just a baby recruit at this point in time. Actually, you were still in OKC waiting to leave. My point remains the same. You made it! One year down. What? Only 19 to go? ;) I am so proud of everything you have accomplished. I just wish I could see that face of yours more often. I love you so very much. And I miss you that much and probably more.
See you soon.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
My Face
Here are a few pictures of my face. I just felt that I should keep up blogging as often as possible and tonight I don't have a lot of time. Definitely not enough time to say anything tremendously worthwhile :)
I was talking to the Marine and realized that I had randomly placed The Hunger Games on my chest. I had planned on starting to read it, but apparently I didn't get around to that. So I snuggled it.
And then, I did start reading. But the Marine had something to say and when I went to respond, I just placed the book on my head. I have no idea why. But I do this all the time. Please tell me I'm not the only person that uses my head as a bookmark.
Today I went to tape a video of me signing a song for ASL. I will eventually show you the video, but I'm not emotionally ready for that. Anyways, here is what my hair looked like.
And even better, when I took it down it looked like this. Since I only curled half of it, it was totally rocking.
I was talking to the Marine and realized that I had randomly placed The Hunger Games on my chest. I had planned on starting to read it, but apparently I didn't get around to that. So I snuggled it.
And then, I did start reading. But the Marine had something to say and when I went to respond, I just placed the book on my head. I have no idea why. But I do this all the time. Please tell me I'm not the only person that uses my head as a bookmark.
Today I went to tape a video of me signing a song for ASL. I will eventually show you the video, but I'm not emotionally ready for that. Anyways, here is what my hair looked like.
And even better, when I took it down it looked like this. Since I only curled half of it, it was totally rocking.
Friday, February 3, 2012
Sandwich Choice
Today one of the lovely girls that is a Deaf Ed minor decided she needed to psychoanalyze me on my choice of sandwich. Which was fantastic. Check it out.
She told me to describe my idea sandwich. Which took me FOREVER to do because apparently I have never thought about my ideal sandwich. Ever. But I did manage to come up with something.
Here is my sandwich choice
Strangely enough the only thing I thought it described about me is my indecisiveness. :) Apparently she found more.
The only thing I could think of that was just straight up wrong was that I was Italian. But I guess I could actually be a bit Italian since I have never been given a definite list of what I am. If any of you know any Italian in my blood lines, you should inform me!
Anyways, how do you think she did? I would say she did a pretty darn good job!
She told me to describe my idea sandwich. Which took me FOREVER to do because apparently I have never thought about my ideal sandwich. Ever. But I did manage to come up with something.
Here is my sandwich choice
Strangely enough the only thing I thought it described about me is my indecisiveness. :) Apparently she found more.
The only thing I could think of that was just straight up wrong was that I was Italian. But I guess I could actually be a bit Italian since I have never been given a definite list of what I am. If any of you know any Italian in my blood lines, you should inform me!
Anyways, how do you think she did? I would say she did a pretty darn good job!
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Those Girls
My final weekend in Pratt, America before heading back to Tulsa to begin another lovely semester as a college student was spent watching my two favorite girls.
Kami sure does take after her uncle with her love for sweet and sour sauce. EVERYTHING gets dipped in there. Fingers included.
Big was cracking her up on the way home. So cute.
Once we got back, Gaby ever so nicely disappeared to "ride her bike to school." What actually happened to her is still a mystery, but I'm fairly certain she was visiting Grammy. So K-Dot and I were hanging out.
Put her in the baby holder..
She thinks it's pretty fantastic, too.
Then we looked at the cows
This is a new camera face she has. Almost every time she could see herself in the camera this is the face she chose. What a goon.
We made these gorgeous balloons filled with playdoh the next day to give them something to do.
We ate lunch. A peanut butter and honey sandwich. Idea of the monster, not me. I was willing to cook real food. She refused.
Taught them the joy of dancing on tables.
Did a bit of painting
Skyped with Uncle Marine
And played with glow sticks before bed time.
Their mom and dad had to be out of town for the weekend and so graciously asked if I could/would watch their girls while they explored the state capitol. I still think this is a silly question. Of course. There is nothing I would rather do.
I picked the big up from school on Friday and their mom dropped the little off with me while we waited for school to end. And then the madness began.
First, we had to eat lunch. Per Gaby's request we ate at McDonalds. Of course.
Big was cracking her up on the way home. So cute.
Once we got back, Gaby ever so nicely disappeared to "ride her bike to school." What actually happened to her is still a mystery, but I'm fairly certain she was visiting Grammy. So K-Dot and I were hanging out.
Put her in the baby holder..
She thinks it's pretty fantastic, too.
Then we looked at the cows
Once Gaby returned home, she played some Just Dance.
Funniest thing ever.
I would show you the video, but apparently it doesn't want to load.
So enjoy some more pictures of the miniature monster
This is a new camera face she has. Almost every time she could see herself in the camera this is the face she chose. What a goon.
Then to save my sanity, we visited Nini and Uncle Gordo!
This is Kami's beautiful artwork on my feet. So sweet of her!
We made these gorgeous balloons filled with playdoh the next day to give them something to do.
And ate some waffle maker cinnamon rolls
I'm pretty sure on Saturday I refused to leave the house. I had promised we would go to the park, but that just didn't happen. It was much better to just stay home and play.
Kami and I tried out different bows for her.
We ate lunch. A peanut butter and honey sandwich. Idea of the monster, not me. I was willing to cook real food. She refused.
Taught them the joy of dancing on tables.
Did a bit of painting
Skyped with Uncle Marine
And played with glow sticks before bed time.
And those are my girls. I promise, I don't favor one. The other was just too busy to be bothered by pictures. I MISS THEM! Bring them to me, please!
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