Two Worlds Collide

Sam's diction has improved exponentially the past two weeks. Jer came home from Europe and was floored that I didn't need to translate anymore. She still has trouble with L's (Laundry is "draundry") but for the most part she is spouting off full and complete sentences that are clear as day.
Like tonight, for instance. We are reading "The Jungle Book" and we get to the page where Mowgli runs away. She sits straight up, puts her face close to the picture of him running off into the jungle and yells,

"Oh no! Be careful of the cars!"

First Day of School

Started the car to take Samantha to "daycare" and the "check engine" light came on.

Dropped Sam off at friend's house and she was sobbing as I left.

Did everything I could to keep from crying myself as I drove to school.

Someone was in my parking spot at school.

First class was crazy. I told the students that their homework was to bring their supplies, but I forgot to tell them that the dictionary they can order through the school...and they don't need that by tomorrow...crap.

My hands finally stopped shaking after the first period.

I was in my second classroom late.

I have two native speakers in Spanish I...not sure why...

Said, "shit" instead of "sheet" at one point...not sure if the students caught it...

On the drive home babysitter told me that Sam finally decided to play and have some fun with the other kids.

Car guy says it's the catalytic converter, just wait and see if the light comes back on.

End craziness, repeat tomorrow?

"Smart Fish Swim in Schools"

That is the slogan for Swimtastic.

They are amazing!

My big fear for Samantha has always been drowning. While kidnapping, choking, running into the street are all things that I am careful of, drowning is where I step into the realm of paranoia. Mix in a child who loves water- but has no idea that she needs to hold her breath- we decided to splurge and signed her up for classes. She was the only one in her toddler swim class, so it ended up being private lessons!
She has become quite the little fish, spending more time below water than above it. Her teacher, Hannah, says she'll say, "Bye Miss Hannah!" and let go. When she pulls Samantha back up, her face will still be under water, looking at all the toys on the floor of the pool.

Bath time no longer involves toys.

All she wants are these.
I do realize that there are toys in the bathtub. They were tossed in but never played with.

Yes, they are more expensive than other places, but they are worth EVERY penny.

A Taste for Torture

Jer left for Spain today for 17 days.

Sam went from 2 hr naps to flat out refusing to nap. Yesterday.

Jer got a part-time job at the High School where I'll be working doing tech support 2 days before he left.

School starts in 11 days.

MY classes start here soon...I should probably figure out when exactly...

Jen is visiting for 2 weeks (SQUEE!!).

Sam will be doing trial runs at "day care" this week.

During my last shift at the restaurant I somehow managed to pick up 2 shifts the next two weeks.

And all I can think about is "Boy, I'd love to buy a house and have another baby..."

It's like I ENJOY torturing myself.