Bee Sting

My baby got stung by a bee!!!! Well, we don't know for sure it was a bee, but something got her. We were having a picnic at the park with our friends and Maricela started crying. We were eating, so I thought maybe she had bitten her tongue or something. I just held her on my lap until she stopped crying and then forgot about it. About 20 minutes later, I looked at her and realized her eye had swollen up really bad. And right in the middle of the swelling was an obvious sting/bite/something. I felt so bad for her. She hasn't complained about it anymore, she forgot about it as well, but it just looked so sad. The swelling has gone down some now, but there is definitely still some there. And it's a little reddish/purplish, almost like a bruise under her eye. My poor, poor baby. Here's a picture from right after we realized it had happened. Keith started calling her our chinese baby. ;P

pretty sisters

Amya saw me up here on the computer...one thing led to another and all of a sudden Amya was making a scrapbook page. I helped her move the things around and make them the right size, but she picked out everything - the pictures, the paper, the title, the 'pretty' things to go with the pretty sisters, everything!! She is so proud of her scrapbook page. We're going to get it printed for her. Anyway, enough talking. Here it is. Enjoy!

P.S. If you see this, leave her a comment. It'll make her day!

poppers

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sisters

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my princess

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Journaling reads: "Sleeping Beauty...or the Princess and the Pea? How beautiful you look, sleeping on your bed of pillows. You are always saying you are a princess...I just can't decide which one you are today. Either way, you'll always be my princess."

crazy stuff

So Keith and I went on a date tonight and on the way home, his truck ran out of gas. 1.5 miles from our exit. Luckily we were able to coast to the exit and there was a gas station right next to it that we were able to pull in to. He filled up the tank, and then the dumb truck wouldn't start. We were an hour late to get home to the babysitter and had to call someone to come pick me up so I could take her home, and a tow truck to tow the truck over to the dealership so they can look at it in the morning. So annoying.

Anyway, on to the point of the post. We went to pick up Keith when the tow truck got there. He was in the car with the girls and I was standing outside. Elena told him "Dad, I have to tell you something. But don't tell Mom. I broke one of her bracelets while you guys were gone." Then when I get back in the car she says, "Mom, Dad has something he needs to tell you". Um, didn't you just tell Dad that you didn't want me to know? Did you think I wouldn't get mad if Dad told me instead of you? Keith busted up laughing, and that made everyone laugh. Almost a good ending to a crazy night. (I only say almost cause I'm a little upset about the broken bracelet, and the truck being broken is kinda hampering my humor.)

behave

Apparently, the word behave is a confusing word for kids to deal with. Allow me to give you some examples....

Amya: Why aren't they being have? (upon seeing some very rowdy kids)

Elena : I be-NOT-have (when Keith asked her if she was going to behave)
Keith : What does be-not-have mean?
Elena: It means be not good.

Obviously they get the meaning of the word, but the conjugation of it is a completely different story. :)