1151, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22

A short snipet of chatting with Irini. She sits on daddy's lap and gives him a hug. Daddy asks, "do you love me?". Irini nods affirmatively. Daddy asks, "how much?". Irini responds, "one hundred and fifty one". Daddy looks at her and smiles. "I love you 152", he says. Not fazed by the challenge, Irini looks right at him and states, "I love you one thousand, one hundred and fifty one, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty one, twenty two". Competition over. Irini wins. Love everywhere.

Classroom Visitin'

The school loves having parents come to class for visits. There's a sign in the classrooms to say so. So, of course, from time to time mommy and daddy (and once with Tia and Abuelita and Ine) go to visit. Sometimes it's just to help out. Other times it's to do the traditonal Wednesday morning cooking session. Other times still Laurence visits on a more formal note, spreading the word of recycling, gardening, reusing or composting to the littlest ones of the school. After all, we have to start educating them young, no?  Either way, seeing Irini in her academic space is a true delight. She, of course, is growing and maturing and talking and sharing so much more and more. Though time flies and we sometimes get nostalgic about it, we also can't help but look at her with pride and so much love. There are more stories to share, we know. So much more to discover. So much more to observe. So much more to learn.

Coiffure Day: Daddy's Bane, Mommy's Delight

  

It was a Saturday. The ladies of the extended family were giddy. Amalia was too though she didn't know just why just yet. Daddy, on the other hand, was troubled. He had envisioned his girls being super athletes, wanting to climb trees and go fishing (or something along those lines). Hardly the types of things that would need fixing hair and painting toenails for. But for the women of the family it was a day of fancy pampering. Dad tried to make the best of it while mommy was delighted as can be. Add some lollipops and daddy was no competition. He sat and read while the ladies became, well, ladies. Evan Amalia was happy to stay still and have her toenails painted red with a little Christmas tree adorning her bit toe. What fancy dedacence!  Daddy just shook his head and read on. Time are tough for some while the other enjoy every moment. What will become of these girls?  Won't they be practicing their under-the-legs dribbling change-of-direction? Won't they climb trees?  Won't they want to go fishing?  Hopefully, but as they do they'll be sportin' their new styligh toes!  :-)