my day...



wake up to the sound of children saying "brush brush stop" downstairs

(to those who do not teach pre-ks how to dance that is the sound of a shuffle being practiced)



walk down the hall to hi-fives for not peeing in my bed - whoo-hoo!

(i had given hi-fives to all the kids who woke up with dry beds...they were returning the favor)



sit in the rocker with isna just whispering in her ear all the beautiful things i believe await her in life...and how precious she is to us, to her adoptive family, and to god



teach cha cha how you hold a baby cat



nap on the floor with a four month old wearing two full leg casts (to correct clubbed feet)



employ some of the child rearing skills i learned at the MP and we decide as a family that



-baseball bats are for outside



-pulling up our pants happens inside the bathroom



-and we do not put lids on containers with kitties inside them



thank you ashley...i have benefited so much from your family's journey...



spend the afternoon dressed in a sparkly top, pink scrub pants, red high heels and a paper tiara...you guessed it...playing sharpay evans for my roomate's high school musical party...fabulous

instruct kervens on how to properly wear said red high heels without breaking them, or his leg

take the gran ti moun yo outside for a little tap dancin...hokey pokey, ring around the rosey, and i see the moon....

snuggle with my ti zwazo a little before bed

remind cha cha of family decision number two...underpants up THEN exit the bathroom

bon nwit tout moun...it was a good day