Hanging out

Pajama-pasta picnic

Are we dining on the floor al fresco for enrichment purposes, because I'm such a fun person or because the trays for the kids' highchairs were buried beneath a giant pile of dirty dishes in the sink?  Hmm.... you'll never know!

Problem fixed

So, I said that I had a problem telling Mita, or anyone, that "Siempre regresarE."  Who knows?  Something could happen.  But, the solution just came to me, interestingly, in Arabic, "in sha' allah."  I'll just add that to the end of our hopefully calming parting mantra: "Siempre regresarE, si DiOs quiere." 

Being crafty

(Since Crafty McBoo has left us, I've had to step it up a notch.  We miss you, Boo!)

Here is my attempt to help Mita calm down about being away from me.  Now she can always see where I am.  Anytime I go somewhere, I'll take her to the MamA Map, we'll move my photo and I'll tell her, "Siempre regresarE."  (I do have a problem with that phrase, but it'll have to do for now.)  Hopefully this will help her. 

And then, the sounds and letters (a thorough sigh)...  About a year ago, GRITS knew all of his letters, but then life became very difficult and I ignored his literacy.  Just this week, we've begun anew: A.

Then and now

GRITS

                                                
Mita

BuBU

Pear-y happy

Yes, that's pear juice all down the front of his shirt.

Notice the drop hanging from his chin!

Celebration

Yesterday, we had a tasty celebration to mark...

Thanks Rob and KK!