"Who is going to write down these memorable moments," I asked myself after feeling utterly defeated by the green crayon. I decided it was time to blog. It is June, after all, and blogging was part of my New Year's resolution to start some form of journaling. Scrap booking has been a bust so far (two pages in 6 years...it may be a record low ;)
It was a typical morning. No clean laundry except the clothes in the washer. I checked the clock and there was just enough time to dry my clothes, hop in the shower, and if all went according to plan, I would be out of the door on-time to go teach lovely teenagers how to speak Spanish (me and my lofty goals...). I was in a rush, as usual, wrapped in a towel while checking emails and brushing my teeth and hair. Mr. C was, in the meantime, helping our 2-year-old daughter "M" with her breakfast. She reminds us every day that she will be 3 in July :)
Still scrambling to get ready for work, I opened the dryer to grab my only clean and dry pair of pants out of the dryer and to my utter astonishment and horror, they were covered with waxy green spots. There in the dryer sat the villainous, twisted, and melted green crayon that had fallen out of "M"'s pants pocket. She has recently discovered and become proficient at the art of putting things in those tiny pockets of hers that from this moment on, I will never forget to check before washing. I almost started bawling, but I remembered that teachers do not arrive to school with blotchy faces. The only option I had was to suck it up, squeeze my out of shape and somewhat chubbier from two car accidents in less than a year body into some older lucky brand jeans (the irony kills me), put on a sweater because it is cold and cloudy in WA (even though it is Spring and it was recently sunny), and rush out the door ... oh, only after looking for and finding my keys, of course. I made it into my classroom at work that day with 30 seconds to spare before the bell rang for students to start piling into my room (just enough time to put on my mascara :).
Adorable? Intelligent? Polite? Cute? Fun?" Depending on her mood, she will either shake her head no or answer with a resounding yes! If she shakes her head no, she will usually admit that she is "being a silly." It goes without saying that I think she is all of the above, and more. What a lucky mom I am!!
Here is Miss M and her beautifully windblown curls at the beach in Seaside, Oregon this summer. She had a blast going camping and frequently asks if we can go again. We camped at a KOA campsite, which was a 20 minute drive away from the beach, but do not be deceived by the word camping... While we did sleep in tents and roast marshmallows over the fire, our campsite had heated bathrooms nearby with private showers, an indoor swimming pool, miniature golf, a jumping pillow, free wireless Internet access, and electricity at the campsite. 
Our friends Ryan and Char on the beach - Aren't they super cute?! :) We are so blessed to have such great friends (they even helped us paint in our house and I do not know what we would do without them - we live right down the street from each other now!!). Char and I were just called to teach Sunbeams together at church and we are also visiting teaching companions.
