Actually it might just get worse pretty quick. That depends a lot on what Essex Ford says about the car and whether there is mechanical problems as well as body damage to the car. Hopefully we will find out something tomorrow. More about that later.
I have run away from my family downstairs. I needed to get a way for just a little while, they were getting too loud and sometimes it just gets to be too much. This tends to happen more when I have missed a dose or two of my medication. But I have been good lately. It's just that the girls are all wound up and Alex insists on having the radio on constantly. I enjoy music too, but there is never a quiet moment with the iPOD either shouting out music, or the mindless rambling of the the dorks from WDFN trying to figure out why the sports teams in Michigan suck. I thought that leaving the country would save me from having to listen to them all the time, But no.....podcasts have come and bitten my on the toosh. Everytime I get something for Alex, it seems to cause me more trouble than good. With the laptop came him constantly being on the computer while we watch TV. It was so bad that the first summer we hired a speech therapist to work with Emily, one of the exercises was to have Emily arrange things and people around the house and then talk about what she had done. She put Alex laying on the couch infront of the TV with the computer on his lap. She put me laying on the bed taking a nap, I was pregnant with Sam at the time and took a nap or two. I remember her telling the therapist that the baby was going to sleep in the tub. =) Now with the iPOD, there is a contant level of noise going at all times. This above the norm that having Frick and Frack results in. It can just become too much stimuli. Though he is finishing up the dishes so I guess I shouldn't complain too much that he wants something to listen to.
It's just been a long day. Though most days are long lately. I having been fighting a cold and that does not help. Today was Jo-Jingles day with Samantha. Our music/dance class. Today they started some music theory too. Samantha was really into it. We gave her a few different instruments for her birthday last week, so we can test out the dynamics she learned on them. It is fun to go to, but rather than going in the morning like we used to, we go 1:30 - 2:15. Which means that with a toliet break afterwards, we have just enough time to drive past the house and go get Emily from school. Then we get home and have to do the snack thing, after the fight to change out of her uniform, before homework. I hate doing homework. THere isn't that much to do. The math and writing she only has on the weekends, but the reading is everyday. Emily is a really good reader. But she is not very good at retelling what she read. She wants to list details and has a hard time summerizing. So. I just about bang my head against the wall or like today, the floor, trying to drag it out of her. And she was rushing with the reading and not being careful. She has a hard time with some pronunciation, I can't blame her for that, but carelessness just drives me up the wall. And OK.........I'll admitt it. I want her to do well, and when she does n't it bother's me a lot. Sometimes it is hard to tell with her if she can't or wont do soemthing. If she if making a mistake because she can't pronounce a word, or if she is just being careless. And I don't want her to need speech anymore, and it bugs me that she does. It's not that I have a problems with her having a disability. I just hate to see her struggle, and I have had no luck finding someoen to work with her, and feel pretty helpless as to where to turn to now. We've hit so many dead ends, I could go on quite the rant about how frustrating it is to find stuff out here, and were really hoping that she would OK for now without it. It is not that I am unwilling to be "inconvienced" to get her speech therapy. I drove her twice a week for two years, starting three days after Samantha was born, ( I had to come home rather than stay an extra day in the hosptical because Alex did not want to have to take her to her first speech therapy session...but that is a different issue with my husband). I just don't know where to take her. I keep going round and round in circles trying to find a therapist. So, Emily's teacher writing in her reading diary that she sometimes has a hard time understanding Emily when she talks, got me quite worked up this afternoon. So when the reading did not go really well, I just wanted to start banging my head. I actually started hitting it on Emily's bedrom floor while crying " why are you doing this to me?" Ridiculouse I know. But I just felt like she was torturing me on purpose. How many times can you say Virginia when it is suppose to be Victoria?? And she gets all fidgity, rather than sitting here nicely and aswering me. Now in my former life I tested kids while they sat on my lap, walked around a room, and had one child literally climb across the table because he was soo ADHD that he could not sit still. That never bothered me, but Emily gets so dancing and stretching all over the place when I am asking her questions, and I just want to glue her to her seat. I know you don't have to be sitting down to hear or be paying attention, but it would be nice if she did it anyway. =)
It's also hard to work on Emily's homework with Samantha around. She wants to help or wants me to read to her while Emily is suppose to be reading her book aloud. Sam can be yammering on and Emily stills reads on. Then I have to tell Emily to start over again, which she really apprecaites. NOT. Often I have to let Sam watch TV, but i try not to make it a habbit. I don't want her tho think that if she is a pest I'll let her watch just to keep her quiet. Did I mention I hate homework time???
well, I have to get them out of the shower and tub.
til later
17 September 2007
11 September 2007
Alone
11 September
I just got ome from dropping Samantha off for her first day of pre-school. There we no tears, though I did get a little misty as I was walking away. She is my baby you know. And I have invested nearly three years, tomorrow it will be 3, of blood, sweat, and tears. More of the later than the first two. She gave me a big hug and kiss, and then another hug and I left. Last night she was trying to get me to say could stay for four hours rather than 3, but hopefully she will come quietly when I go to pick her up. I think I mentioned she will go three days a week, right? Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday. So she'll have a day off before going back. And she wont be going on her birthday. Yesterday at our Jo-Jingles class the teacher had a balloon and card for her, and they sang Happy Birthday to her. Sam was quite embarrassed and didn't seem to know what to do.
I know you are wondering about the t-shirt for school. Well, I was right. She did get one there, along with a sweatshirt, that she can wear on Thursday. I can get more and think I am going to get atleast one more of each, That way I don't have to worry about needing to wash her stuff Thursday for Friday. I hate having to wash Emily's uniform everyday because she gets something on it. it's just nasty from running around. She had another one, but got red ink all over it that wont come out. And at 30 some pounds a pop ($60) and less than 5 weeks to wear it, I think I am going to just wait until the Spring and get her new one(s) depending on if this size still fits. After half term she goes to her winter uniform and I would rather get the winter one for now. Ford will buy her three dresses a year and I am trying to make the most of it. There are some other parts of the winter uniform that we'll get too when it gets closer. I want to wait until the frenzy at the uniform store lessons. Though I can't really wait too long or there might now be any to be had. But last week when we went to get her backpack, the store was so crowded and I didn't want to start the trying on etc. Poeple were getting mean. Samantha's gear does not cost nearly as much as Emily's. That wont happen until Samantha starts attending Woodlands. In addition to the shirt, Sam needs blue pants. Not easy think go find for girls. So she has two pair from the boy's department. Actually she has to try one on still. She did wear a yellow shirt today, the one I mentioned. I really hope she doesn't get it too dirty.
I only have a little more time to write, I need to put the ponytails back in Emily's Bitty Twin so that she will look like her twin who Samantha will get today when I pick her up. A first day of school present. Emily got her twin last year when she started Kindergarden. yea, this is two years earlier than Emily was, but I might have gotten it for her earlier it's just that they just came out with the twin girls last year, Before you could only get a set of boy and girl. Now you can get a whole bunch of combinations. Emily has a blond girl, and Samantha will have a brunette girl. With her hair in ponytails, Sam and the doll look a lot a like. =) Her birthday is tomorrow, and she'll get more stuff. But I wanted to give it to her on her first day. Plus, mom mom bought clothes for the doll for her birthday. Then, after dressing the doll. I have to work on the invitations for Emily's birthday party. We want them to go out this week, Emily wants to hand them out tomorrow. I just want it out of the way. Then I can start figureing how much of stuff I need, and how much this thing is going to cost. They don't do birthday parties cheep around here. Emily's will be quite low key compaired to others, but we'll do our best. Emily goes to her nice ( a kid called it posh the other day) because Ford pays for it, not because we can afford it. So, yes I have a little alone time. But I have to use it for mommy things as well as having a quite cup of coffee.
All in all, things are going better than they had been. Recently when I have talked to some people who I have not seen in a while, but have asked if I am all settled. I do the " yeah, I think so" And most of them go on to say something to the effect of " are you used to things, you had a bit of trouble at first didn't you?" I am honest, I admitt it has taken me a while. But maybe it is a matter of acceptance. And trying to make the most of where I am. I still find things frustrating because they are done so differently, or because I am not familiar with much of what people take for granted knowing. Usually I get all tense and mad, and do the " If I was back home (Alex hates when I call Michigan home, he says this is our home now....Even Emily who has embrassed living her and is well on her way of becoming a little Brit says that we are just visiting) I wouldn't have this problem." I am trying to take it more in stride and not panic. A new concept for me even before we moved here. =) I'll tell you about one of my more recent adventures that made me want to just bang my head against the wall.
I am trying to be the good Catholic mother I am suppose to be, and educate my children about our faith etc. So naturaly I went looking for a class to send her to so someone who knows what they are going can teach her. Plus she ask too many questions and I get frustrated when I try to teach her anything. Let alone when she asks me questions that have been asked and contiplated forever. And to my defense, that is how we do it back home. When kids start school, if they don't go to a Catholic school, start attending what has been called CCD, catachisam, faith formation etc. You can't recieve the sacriments, ( For my non-Catholic readers- Heidi and Clint- kids make thier first reconcilation ( confession) and Holy Communion in about second grade. Then they get confirmed at about 8th or 9th) unless they have been attending for a few years before. YOu can't just show up for the good stuff. Emily didn't have to go to be on track, but she even attended last year before we left. OK so back to my story. So I call the church we have been attending. The nice secretary I spoke to didn't know what I was talking about. And why would my child need to take extra classes, she should be going to the Catholic school. I really threw her for a loop. She was quite flustered and said that I should come in and talk to the paster. So we went and had a little chat ( we= me and the girls) with the good padre. He knew what I was talkign about, had heard that they do that in America, but they did not have anything like that here. The best we could come up with was that I was going to get material and do it with her at home. This is going to be fun....NOT I was not born to be a teacher. I have no clue how I am going to do this. I don't know if I can. I don't know if it will count when we go home.
He has not gotten back to me as to whether he found any good material. My mother spoke to the religious education directer at her church and got some books to send me though, so if Fr. John can't find anything I'll at least have what Mom found. Now, my mother is not much inclined to mail things. She doesn't like paying postage, let along postage to England. Books are heavy and I can't imagine it will be cheap to mail them. But she will do it if it means her grand children will be getting the needed material and educated Catholic. She was a little concerned that us living in a country with a state religion, the Church of England, would interfer with us going to church etc and being Catholic. When I told her that Emily has a relgion class at school, it is part of the national curriculum and non-denominational, she responded " That's not the same thing, it's just learning bible stories".
Anyway, the point I started to make is....they don't have religious education classes like they do back home and now I have to find another way to make sure that Emily is on the path to make the sacrements. If we go back and she has not been in CCD for three years, they might make her wait two years to start the sacrments. Can going through the stuff with me be considered her having religious education?? We had problems finding churches that would marry us, and then baptize Samantha because of thier waiting periods for things. Will they "wave" two years??? I have not found the Catholic churches to be accomodating or make too many exeptions. Luckily, they are more willing to make acceptions here. Ordinarily the kids don't start the screments until Year three. but back home they do it in Second grade. By the time we go back, they will have already done first Reconciliation and Communion. So Fr. John said that he would let Emily into the class next year. THey do have a preperation class, but it is not a weekly thing or anything. So he'll let her do it a year early basicly. When we go back she'll basicly be on track I guess. You can't undo a sacrement, so they can't say it doesn't count. Hopefully it will all be OK. I'll do my little religion class at home I guess. Samantha can join in too. But see. Something that would have been so easy and uncomplicated has turned into an ordeal with needing to find material and get exceptions made etc. And instead of senting her off .... I have to do it all and not just the " parental support and reinforcment".
Well, I have been at this way too long and only now have 30 minutes or more like 20 to go get Sam. I get going and can't stop myself. But this was a nice way of spending my free time. Maybe I can do more on Thursday when she goes back. I can't friday because I have to help at Emily's school with swim class. Now that will be a story I am sure.
Take care all
I just got ome from dropping Samantha off for her first day of pre-school. There we no tears, though I did get a little misty as I was walking away. She is my baby you know. And I have invested nearly three years, tomorrow it will be 3, of blood, sweat, and tears. More of the later than the first two. She gave me a big hug and kiss, and then another hug and I left. Last night she was trying to get me to say could stay for four hours rather than 3, but hopefully she will come quietly when I go to pick her up. I think I mentioned she will go three days a week, right? Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday. So she'll have a day off before going back. And she wont be going on her birthday. Yesterday at our Jo-Jingles class the teacher had a balloon and card for her, and they sang Happy Birthday to her. Sam was quite embarrassed and didn't seem to know what to do.
I know you are wondering about the t-shirt for school. Well, I was right. She did get one there, along with a sweatshirt, that she can wear on Thursday. I can get more and think I am going to get atleast one more of each, That way I don't have to worry about needing to wash her stuff Thursday for Friday. I hate having to wash Emily's uniform everyday because she gets something on it. it's just nasty from running around. She had another one, but got red ink all over it that wont come out. And at 30 some pounds a pop ($60) and less than 5 weeks to wear it, I think I am going to just wait until the Spring and get her new one(s) depending on if this size still fits. After half term she goes to her winter uniform and I would rather get the winter one for now. Ford will buy her three dresses a year and I am trying to make the most of it. There are some other parts of the winter uniform that we'll get too when it gets closer. I want to wait until the frenzy at the uniform store lessons. Though I can't really wait too long or there might now be any to be had. But last week when we went to get her backpack, the store was so crowded and I didn't want to start the trying on etc. Poeple were getting mean. Samantha's gear does not cost nearly as much as Emily's. That wont happen until Samantha starts attending Woodlands. In addition to the shirt, Sam needs blue pants. Not easy think go find for girls. So she has two pair from the boy's department. Actually she has to try one on still. She did wear a yellow shirt today, the one I mentioned. I really hope she doesn't get it too dirty.
I only have a little more time to write, I need to put the ponytails back in Emily's Bitty Twin so that she will look like her twin who Samantha will get today when I pick her up. A first day of school present. Emily got her twin last year when she started Kindergarden. yea, this is two years earlier than Emily was, but I might have gotten it for her earlier it's just that they just came out with the twin girls last year, Before you could only get a set of boy and girl. Now you can get a whole bunch of combinations. Emily has a blond girl, and Samantha will have a brunette girl. With her hair in ponytails, Sam and the doll look a lot a like. =) Her birthday is tomorrow, and she'll get more stuff. But I wanted to give it to her on her first day. Plus, mom mom bought clothes for the doll for her birthday. Then, after dressing the doll. I have to work on the invitations for Emily's birthday party. We want them to go out this week, Emily wants to hand them out tomorrow. I just want it out of the way. Then I can start figureing how much of stuff I need, and how much this thing is going to cost. They don't do birthday parties cheep around here. Emily's will be quite low key compaired to others, but we'll do our best. Emily goes to her nice ( a kid called it posh the other day) because Ford pays for it, not because we can afford it. So, yes I have a little alone time. But I have to use it for mommy things as well as having a quite cup of coffee.
All in all, things are going better than they had been. Recently when I have talked to some people who I have not seen in a while, but have asked if I am all settled. I do the " yeah, I think so" And most of them go on to say something to the effect of " are you used to things, you had a bit of trouble at first didn't you?" I am honest, I admitt it has taken me a while. But maybe it is a matter of acceptance. And trying to make the most of where I am. I still find things frustrating because they are done so differently, or because I am not familiar with much of what people take for granted knowing. Usually I get all tense and mad, and do the " If I was back home (Alex hates when I call Michigan home, he says this is our home now....Even Emily who has embrassed living her and is well on her way of becoming a little Brit says that we are just visiting) I wouldn't have this problem." I am trying to take it more in stride and not panic. A new concept for me even before we moved here. =) I'll tell you about one of my more recent adventures that made me want to just bang my head against the wall.
I am trying to be the good Catholic mother I am suppose to be, and educate my children about our faith etc. So naturaly I went looking for a class to send her to so someone who knows what they are going can teach her. Plus she ask too many questions and I get frustrated when I try to teach her anything. Let alone when she asks me questions that have been asked and contiplated forever. And to my defense, that is how we do it back home. When kids start school, if they don't go to a Catholic school, start attending what has been called CCD, catachisam, faith formation etc. You can't recieve the sacriments, ( For my non-Catholic readers- Heidi and Clint- kids make thier first reconcilation ( confession) and Holy Communion in about second grade. Then they get confirmed at about 8th or 9th) unless they have been attending for a few years before. YOu can't just show up for the good stuff. Emily didn't have to go to be on track, but she even attended last year before we left. OK so back to my story. So I call the church we have been attending. The nice secretary I spoke to didn't know what I was talking about. And why would my child need to take extra classes, she should be going to the Catholic school. I really threw her for a loop. She was quite flustered and said that I should come in and talk to the paster. So we went and had a little chat ( we= me and the girls) with the good padre. He knew what I was talkign about, had heard that they do that in America, but they did not have anything like that here. The best we could come up with was that I was going to get material and do it with her at home. This is going to be fun....NOT I was not born to be a teacher. I have no clue how I am going to do this. I don't know if I can. I don't know if it will count when we go home.
He has not gotten back to me as to whether he found any good material. My mother spoke to the religious education directer at her church and got some books to send me though, so if Fr. John can't find anything I'll at least have what Mom found. Now, my mother is not much inclined to mail things. She doesn't like paying postage, let along postage to England. Books are heavy and I can't imagine it will be cheap to mail them. But she will do it if it means her grand children will be getting the needed material and educated Catholic. She was a little concerned that us living in a country with a state religion, the Church of England, would interfer with us going to church etc and being Catholic. When I told her that Emily has a relgion class at school, it is part of the national curriculum and non-denominational, she responded " That's not the same thing, it's just learning bible stories".
Anyway, the point I started to make is....they don't have religious education classes like they do back home and now I have to find another way to make sure that Emily is on the path to make the sacrements. If we go back and she has not been in CCD for three years, they might make her wait two years to start the sacrments. Can going through the stuff with me be considered her having religious education?? We had problems finding churches that would marry us, and then baptize Samantha because of thier waiting periods for things. Will they "wave" two years??? I have not found the Catholic churches to be accomodating or make too many exeptions. Luckily, they are more willing to make acceptions here. Ordinarily the kids don't start the screments until Year three. but back home they do it in Second grade. By the time we go back, they will have already done first Reconciliation and Communion. So Fr. John said that he would let Emily into the class next year. THey do have a preperation class, but it is not a weekly thing or anything. So he'll let her do it a year early basicly. When we go back she'll basicly be on track I guess. You can't undo a sacrement, so they can't say it doesn't count. Hopefully it will all be OK. I'll do my little religion class at home I guess. Samantha can join in too. But see. Something that would have been so easy and uncomplicated has turned into an ordeal with needing to find material and get exceptions made etc. And instead of senting her off .... I have to do it all and not just the " parental support and reinforcment".
Well, I have been at this way too long and only now have 30 minutes or more like 20 to go get Sam. I get going and can't stop myself. But this was a nice way of spending my free time. Maybe I can do more on Thursday when she goes back. I can't friday because I have to help at Emily's school with swim class. Now that will be a story I am sure.
Take care all
This didn't take me so long
Hi
Today is Monday September 10th. It’s the first day of what will be our first full week of school. We have a lot going on this week. I am trying not to panic, but how successful I will be remains to be seen. Today Samantha and I are going to make a test run of driving to her pre-school. I hear that the parking situation can be very dicey in the morning and I want to get a look at what I am up against. I should have done this last week. In my defense I did not realize that the other kids did not start before Thursday when Emily did at her school. And on Thursday I had to wait for the milk man and then was off to meet one of the only people I know here at an indoor play place. On Friday, well I think that was just laziness. I was really tired and didn’t want to have to rush. Actually I was really bad and let Samantha watch a show so that I could lay down on the couch for a few minutes. I was right there with her, so it was not like I just left her. Anyway, Samantha is up and dressed so we are going to try it today. Sam and I also have our Jo-Jingles class this afternoon. It is a sort of music/dance class that we started in May. Today is the first day back for that too. The new part of that adventure is timing getting out of that, and getting Emily from school. Is it worth coming back home? I’m thinking that we would get there much too early if we went right to Emily’s school. Guess we just have to wait and see. I have to go to the office at her school when I get her this afternoon to hand in some papers, and I have to talk to her teacher. This is not something I really enjoy doing. I prefer to just pick her up and go, but you gotta do what you gotta do. I still have a hard time “reading” many of the British people I come across. They seem so serious, and I don’t do well with serious.
Samantha starts pre-school tomorrow. She’ll be going three days a week, for three hours a day. Which with driving home and then back to get her will mean I have about a half hour of leisure at home, but that’s OK. After nearly six years of never being home along, I will take what I can get. Plus will also have my time in the car alone each way. She is excited. We don’t know many kids her age, OK…we know one, so this will give her a chance to be around her peers. I do not anticipate separation problems. Last night at dinner she was talking about how I am going to leave her and she gets to stay there without me this time. It will be a little hard for me to leave her. Knowing me, I’ll sit in the car the whole time and wait. When Emily started we were so much closer to the school than we are now. I’ll be nervous, but I gotta let her go sometime.
Hour and half later
OK…I have started to panic. Samantha and I did our little test run. We are going to have to walk a bit. In the winter it will be a royal pain, but all in all it is not too bad. Sam was mad that she did not to stay. I am pretty sure I know where to go in, I did not want to go poking around too much. She was already starting to get a bit upset about not staying even before we went back to the car and I didn’t want to make it worse by getting too close to the door. Anyway, the cause of my panic. I thought she, director, said that with the 12 pound deposit you get one of the t-shirts with the school name on it. Yellow shirt and blue pants is the play uniform. We don’t have a shirt yet. I figured that she would get it tomorrow on her first day. Now I am starting to worry the I remember incorrectly or was suppose to have gotten it somehow before now. When we did our visit there was a little girl that was just starting and I remember Jenny, the director, giving her a shirt then. I don’t care about needing to pay more for the shirt. I am just afraid now that she will be the only one without the proper shirt. Not that I think it will matter much to her. I am probably over reacting. But hey, I have done pretty good so far. She has one yellow shirt. Not exactly what I would call a play shirt because it goes with an American Girl outfit Dee got Emily and Sam not has. I had been planning in just putting her in a regular outfit for the first day because I thought she got the t-shirt when she got there. I saw a couple kids with the school logo stuff, but I am guess, or hoping, that they attended last year or something. I guess we will see tomorrow. Atleast Samantha will get to stay and wont have to cry all the way home like today.
I just got a call about getting the ball rolling for Emily and speech therapy. The panicking is increasing. I now have to get a referral from out GP. She has never seen Emily so I am not sure if she will do it with out seeing her first. More fun! I had better call now, waiting is not going to make it any easier.
Laters!
Today is Monday September 10th. It’s the first day of what will be our first full week of school. We have a lot going on this week. I am trying not to panic, but how successful I will be remains to be seen. Today Samantha and I are going to make a test run of driving to her pre-school. I hear that the parking situation can be very dicey in the morning and I want to get a look at what I am up against. I should have done this last week. In my defense I did not realize that the other kids did not start before Thursday when Emily did at her school. And on Thursday I had to wait for the milk man and then was off to meet one of the only people I know here at an indoor play place. On Friday, well I think that was just laziness. I was really tired and didn’t want to have to rush. Actually I was really bad and let Samantha watch a show so that I could lay down on the couch for a few minutes. I was right there with her, so it was not like I just left her. Anyway, Samantha is up and dressed so we are going to try it today. Sam and I also have our Jo-Jingles class this afternoon. It is a sort of music/dance class that we started in May. Today is the first day back for that too. The new part of that adventure is timing getting out of that, and getting Emily from school. Is it worth coming back home? I’m thinking that we would get there much too early if we went right to Emily’s school. Guess we just have to wait and see. I have to go to the office at her school when I get her this afternoon to hand in some papers, and I have to talk to her teacher. This is not something I really enjoy doing. I prefer to just pick her up and go, but you gotta do what you gotta do. I still have a hard time “reading” many of the British people I come across. They seem so serious, and I don’t do well with serious.
Samantha starts pre-school tomorrow. She’ll be going three days a week, for three hours a day. Which with driving home and then back to get her will mean I have about a half hour of leisure at home, but that’s OK. After nearly six years of never being home along, I will take what I can get. Plus will also have my time in the car alone each way. She is excited. We don’t know many kids her age, OK…we know one, so this will give her a chance to be around her peers. I do not anticipate separation problems. Last night at dinner she was talking about how I am going to leave her and she gets to stay there without me this time. It will be a little hard for me to leave her. Knowing me, I’ll sit in the car the whole time and wait. When Emily started we were so much closer to the school than we are now. I’ll be nervous, but I gotta let her go sometime.
Hour and half later
OK…I have started to panic. Samantha and I did our little test run. We are going to have to walk a bit. In the winter it will be a royal pain, but all in all it is not too bad. Sam was mad that she did not to stay. I am pretty sure I know where to go in, I did not want to go poking around too much. She was already starting to get a bit upset about not staying even before we went back to the car and I didn’t want to make it worse by getting too close to the door. Anyway, the cause of my panic. I thought she, director, said that with the 12 pound deposit you get one of the t-shirts with the school name on it. Yellow shirt and blue pants is the play uniform. We don’t have a shirt yet. I figured that she would get it tomorrow on her first day. Now I am starting to worry the I remember incorrectly or was suppose to have gotten it somehow before now. When we did our visit there was a little girl that was just starting and I remember Jenny, the director, giving her a shirt then. I don’t care about needing to pay more for the shirt. I am just afraid now that she will be the only one without the proper shirt. Not that I think it will matter much to her. I am probably over reacting. But hey, I have done pretty good so far. She has one yellow shirt. Not exactly what I would call a play shirt because it goes with an American Girl outfit Dee got Emily and Sam not has. I had been planning in just putting her in a regular outfit for the first day because I thought she got the t-shirt when she got there. I saw a couple kids with the school logo stuff, but I am guess, or hoping, that they attended last year or something. I guess we will see tomorrow. Atleast Samantha will get to stay and wont have to cry all the way home like today.
I just got a call about getting the ball rolling for Emily and speech therapy. The panicking is increasing. I now have to get a referral from out GP. She has never seen Emily so I am not sure if she will do it with out seeing her first. More fun! I had better call now, waiting is not going to make it any easier.
Laters!
02 September 2007
Side note
Heidi-
I don't have your email address. When blogger.com send me a note saying that I have had a comment, it doesn't tell me the email address of the person. And I can understand why you might not want to post your address on my blog, though to be honest I think the only ones who read it are you, Clint, and my cousin and his wife (they are quite harmless). So, send me an email to anita.lecea@gmail.com and I can write you.
I don't want my other readers to feel left out .....so I'll write each of you a little special note.
John and Lea,
Hope all is well. Give Andrew a hug for us!!! Hey, do you know where in Ireland our grandmothers came from? It's so close, but we're not sure where to start visiting first. Any ideas??
Clint,
Hi! Heard Ethan's teachers are on strike. That sucks. I don't know if they are allowed to strike or anything like that here. That might fall under being a traitor to the crown or something. =)
I don't have your email address. When blogger.com send me a note saying that I have had a comment, it doesn't tell me the email address of the person. And I can understand why you might not want to post your address on my blog, though to be honest I think the only ones who read it are you, Clint, and my cousin and his wife (they are quite harmless). So, send me an email to anita.lecea@gmail.com and I can write you.
I don't want my other readers to feel left out .....so I'll write each of you a little special note.
John and Lea,
Hope all is well. Give Andrew a hug for us!!! Hey, do you know where in Ireland our grandmothers came from? It's so close, but we're not sure where to start visiting first. Any ideas??
Clint,
Hi! Heard Ethan's teachers are on strike. That sucks. I don't know if they are allowed to strike or anything like that here. That might fall under being a traitor to the crown or something. =)
Back by popular demand
Greetings from the Old World!!!
I have heard that there is interest in me updating my blog. I apologize to my avid readers, all three of you, for my laps. Sadly, life has gotten in the way of my complaining. =) No, not complaining…lets say colorful observations about life in Jolly ol’ England.
It is hard to know where to start. I guess an update on the status quo would be a good place to start. It will give a snap shot of what is going on. Along the way I can insert commentary.
Emily goes back to school this coming Thursday, 6 September ( I have to practice writing the date like that. I swear sometimes I have to read things a few times to figure when exactly something is going on because I look for the number after the month and then have to back track) There will be much rejoicing in the Lecea household with the start of the school year. Just like my mother and I get along better now that we no longer live in the say house, those 4,000 miles and Atlantic Ocean are helping a bit as well =), Emily and I do better when we are separated from each other for a few hours everyday. She will be in Year 1, which is sorta like 1st grade. They are going the same work, plus a little, that the kids back in Michigan are doing. I find myself asking my friends frequently, “So, what is (fill in the blank) doing ?” to make sure Emily is not getting behind or anything. At the end of the last term she got quite an extensive report card. I did not realize that she worked with so many other teacher in addition to her classroom teacher. For each subject there was a write up on what they were suppose to be learning, and then the teacher wrote a narrative on how well the child has progressed. They all had good things to say about her. They say she is hard working, helpful in the classroom, etc. I just wish I knew the kids they described. How is this the same girl who complains that she is too tired to chew? Or the same child that tells me she is too busy if I ask her to pass the salt?? Anyway, the swim teacher did kinda imply that Emily wont learn to swim if she does not relax a little and be willing to get her face wet. That child I know. Emily is convinced that there is a danger of her drowning in the shower and doesn’t want to go under the spray. There weren’t any grades or even the progressing, mastered, etc that they have back home. The report card folder included a write up by the headmaster. It said that from what he has heard she will be successful in Year 1. So I am using that to basis my assumption that she passed Reception and is moving on. Plus the invoice they sent us for the Autumn term listed the price for Year 1. I am just glad that they only send up a copy of the invoice and send the real “bill” to Ford’s representatives.
Anyway, we will be very happy when school starts and Emily can see her friends daily again. Samantha and I just don’t provide the same level of companionship. She’ll develop more of an accent, it didn’t take long for it to start in the first place. My mom and sister think it’s adorable. My nephew Casey demanded that we move back to Michigan when he heard Emily say “water” in a very British way. It comes out more “war tah”. There are coming to be more and more words that she emphasizes the “wrong” syllable or the vowels come out wrong, or part of the word are just left out. It is very common her for syllables to be dropped. They can take a 15 letter word, and turn it into a single syllable.
With this in mind, recall that Emily began receiving speech therapy when she was 2 and half and has dysphasia. Her problem is that she had difficulty producing some sounds and sound sequences. If v and l are too close together in a word, she has a heck of a time getting her mouth to make the switch of position to make the sounds and she ends up dropping parts of the word. So, with this being an accepted norm, they don’t think she is doing anything wrong. And substituting ’f’ for th ( wif instead of with) or d for th (da for the), is just part of some accepts around here. So, even if I could find a speech therapist to work with her, and that has been on big pain in the ass (or as they say arse), they might not think she is doing anything wrong. I guess we might just have to hope that when we go back people think it’s part of her accent. There are a couple Americans in her year at school. But they have accents too. I have heard that the teachers at he school will actually correct the children if they pronounce words the American way, just like if a child with a French accent mispronounced a word. I guess it makes sense and they’re just trying to get the children to pronounce words properly. It just kills me that I spent three years trying to get her to speak clearly, enunciate, and pronounce sounds correctly, and now some of that is being unlearned.
Well, I didn’t get very far reporting what is going on here. I guess I will continue this another day. I'm getting tired and I get more so, my typing and spelling get worse. And that is pretty bad since neither are very good in the first place. Hopefully I'll write again soon. I’d like to mention Samantha next time. =) And I really have not provided much information. But hopfully I did provided a laugh at two.
Til then
I have heard that there is interest in me updating my blog. I apologize to my avid readers, all three of you, for my laps. Sadly, life has gotten in the way of my complaining. =) No, not complaining…lets say colorful observations about life in Jolly ol’ England.
It is hard to know where to start. I guess an update on the status quo would be a good place to start. It will give a snap shot of what is going on. Along the way I can insert commentary.
Emily goes back to school this coming Thursday, 6 September ( I have to practice writing the date like that. I swear sometimes I have to read things a few times to figure when exactly something is going on because I look for the number after the month and then have to back track) There will be much rejoicing in the Lecea household with the start of the school year. Just like my mother and I get along better now that we no longer live in the say house, those 4,000 miles and Atlantic Ocean are helping a bit as well =), Emily and I do better when we are separated from each other for a few hours everyday. She will be in Year 1, which is sorta like 1st grade. They are going the same work, plus a little, that the kids back in Michigan are doing. I find myself asking my friends frequently, “So, what is (fill in the blank) doing ?” to make sure Emily is not getting behind or anything. At the end of the last term she got quite an extensive report card. I did not realize that she worked with so many other teacher in addition to her classroom teacher. For each subject there was a write up on what they were suppose to be learning, and then the teacher wrote a narrative on how well the child has progressed. They all had good things to say about her. They say she is hard working, helpful in the classroom, etc. I just wish I knew the kids they described. How is this the same girl who complains that she is too tired to chew? Or the same child that tells me she is too busy if I ask her to pass the salt?? Anyway, the swim teacher did kinda imply that Emily wont learn to swim if she does not relax a little and be willing to get her face wet. That child I know. Emily is convinced that there is a danger of her drowning in the shower and doesn’t want to go under the spray. There weren’t any grades or even the progressing, mastered, etc that they have back home. The report card folder included a write up by the headmaster. It said that from what he has heard she will be successful in Year 1. So I am using that to basis my assumption that she passed Reception and is moving on. Plus the invoice they sent us for the Autumn term listed the price for Year 1. I am just glad that they only send up a copy of the invoice and send the real “bill” to Ford’s representatives.
Anyway, we will be very happy when school starts and Emily can see her friends daily again. Samantha and I just don’t provide the same level of companionship. She’ll develop more of an accent, it didn’t take long for it to start in the first place. My mom and sister think it’s adorable. My nephew Casey demanded that we move back to Michigan when he heard Emily say “water” in a very British way. It comes out more “war tah”. There are coming to be more and more words that she emphasizes the “wrong” syllable or the vowels come out wrong, or part of the word are just left out. It is very common her for syllables to be dropped. They can take a 15 letter word, and turn it into a single syllable.
With this in mind, recall that Emily began receiving speech therapy when she was 2 and half and has dysphasia. Her problem is that she had difficulty producing some sounds and sound sequences. If v and l are too close together in a word, she has a heck of a time getting her mouth to make the switch of position to make the sounds and she ends up dropping parts of the word. So, with this being an accepted norm, they don’t think she is doing anything wrong. And substituting ’f’ for th ( wif instead of with) or d for th (da for the), is just part of some accepts around here. So, even if I could find a speech therapist to work with her, and that has been on big pain in the ass (or as they say arse), they might not think she is doing anything wrong. I guess we might just have to hope that when we go back people think it’s part of her accent. There are a couple Americans in her year at school. But they have accents too. I have heard that the teachers at he school will actually correct the children if they pronounce words the American way, just like if a child with a French accent mispronounced a word. I guess it makes sense and they’re just trying to get the children to pronounce words properly. It just kills me that I spent three years trying to get her to speak clearly, enunciate, and pronounce sounds correctly, and now some of that is being unlearned.
Well, I didn’t get very far reporting what is going on here. I guess I will continue this another day. I'm getting tired and I get more so, my typing and spelling get worse. And that is pretty bad since neither are very good in the first place. Hopefully I'll write again soon. I’d like to mention Samantha next time. =) And I really have not provided much information. But hopfully I did provided a laugh at two.
Til then
02 May 2007
25th April 2007
I feel like I am letting everyone down. That I am supposed to be adapting so well, and meeting bunches of people etc. But that is not happening. And I don’t know how to make it happen. And it feels like the clock is ticking. Like I only have so much time to be “ getting used to stuff” and not knowing anyone. That when that time is over, I am just a loser and people wont “ cut (me) some slack”. How long do I get say, “ We just moved here and I didn’t know ( fill in the blank)” Or “ Hi. I just recently moved here.” How long can I mistakenly call trousers, pants( which are underwear here, or as Emily would say, another name for knickers), and people not think me insane when I say “ I showed my husband these pants I just bought” or that I am sharing just WAY too much information. How long can I not know any of the other moms until it’s not that I am new, but that I’m just “that mom” that no one talks to. Especially when it means that they don’t want to let their child come over, or invite Emily to their house. [ on a side note, some of these people are VERY wealthy. I don't have anything against rich people, but I fear that our house will seem like the servant's quarters compared to what they are used to. ] How long are people at Alex’s work going to be understanding when he says he has to go home because his wife is about to crack from the build up of all the little things ? Or for them to not think he is married to a total wack job when they ask if I am “all settled” and he says “Not really. She is afraid to leave the house except to go to get Emily at school” How long will my friends listen to me complain about how things are just different here.
My mother wants to hear that this is just one big adventure and that things are just peachy. She says that I need to just go out and meet people. She doesn’t understand that it is not that easy. The school Emily goes to, and to a certain existent English schools, is not like the schools her kids went to in the States. There is no PTA. The church we have gone to has a Mom and toddler group, but it’s full. So is the Brownie troop. The couple scrapstores I have found by looking online, don’t have weekly crops. And the ones they do have are often during the week and during the day. I am going to try find one to go to. But I run into the problem of the ones during the week that I could go to because it is at night and I could maybe get Alex to come home early, that I don’t know where I am going and could get hopelessly lost. With the GPS it took me 45 minutes to go what should have been 15 minutes to get home from the uniform store. And an hour to go what should have been 20 to the doctor, because I kept missing turns and exists in the round a bouts and you don’t just pull over and turn around here. This was during broad daylight. Hopefully I will be able to find one that has crops on the weekend. I know it may sound like I am just making excuses, and that all I do is complain, but my point is….doing things here just isn’t as simple as you would think. And I have been trying, you can see because I can tell you the snags I have run into. Places don’t have websites very often, and you have to call to get any information. I’m used to looking up on line. I do not like talking on the phone to people I don't know, strange but true. I am not an auditory person, and just do not do well getting information over the phone. I am also very bad at understanding accents. I have a hard time when I am face to face with the person. Plus, I am not doing well with terminology. So, put me on the phone, which our phone is not very good and the volume is really low, trying to process words I am unfamiliar with , using words that I fear may be insulting or just really make me sound “simple” ( that one I know what it means), and not understanding about a 1/3 of what they say. This is not a good formula. I mean, I know more excuses. It is totally my fault, I mean I am here and have to learn the language so to speak, and I am the one talking funny. It’s just that things like this make it so much harder to do what used to be simple things, or would be isimpler if we had moved with-in the states. I guess the fact that I am a big chicken doesn't help much. =)
Wiggles here is loosing her patience and I have to go hang up my clothes. It is sunny today and a good day to hang stuff outside to dry. I can't tell you how strange I feel saying that.
Cheers ( which I am told can mean: hello, good-bye, thank you, or a couple other things. See
why I get comfused?)
I feel like I am letting everyone down. That I am supposed to be adapting so well, and meeting bunches of people etc. But that is not happening. And I don’t know how to make it happen. And it feels like the clock is ticking. Like I only have so much time to be “ getting used to stuff” and not knowing anyone. That when that time is over, I am just a loser and people wont “ cut (me) some slack”. How long do I get say, “ We just moved here and I didn’t know ( fill in the blank)” Or “ Hi. I just recently moved here.” How long can I mistakenly call trousers, pants( which are underwear here, or as Emily would say, another name for knickers), and people not think me insane when I say “ I showed my husband these pants I just bought” or that I am sharing just WAY too much information. How long can I not know any of the other moms until it’s not that I am new, but that I’m just “that mom” that no one talks to. Especially when it means that they don’t want to let their child come over, or invite Emily to their house. [ on a side note, some of these people are VERY wealthy. I don't have anything against rich people, but I fear that our house will seem like the servant's quarters compared to what they are used to. ] How long are people at Alex’s work going to be understanding when he says he has to go home because his wife is about to crack from the build up of all the little things ? Or for them to not think he is married to a total wack job when they ask if I am “all settled” and he says “Not really. She is afraid to leave the house except to go to get Emily at school” How long will my friends listen to me complain about how things are just different here.
My mother wants to hear that this is just one big adventure and that things are just peachy. She says that I need to just go out and meet people. She doesn’t understand that it is not that easy. The school Emily goes to, and to a certain existent English schools, is not like the schools her kids went to in the States. There is no PTA. The church we have gone to has a Mom and toddler group, but it’s full. So is the Brownie troop. The couple scrapstores I have found by looking online, don’t have weekly crops. And the ones they do have are often during the week and during the day. I am going to try find one to go to. But I run into the problem of the ones during the week that I could go to because it is at night and I could maybe get Alex to come home early, that I don’t know where I am going and could get hopelessly lost. With the GPS it took me 45 minutes to go what should have been 15 minutes to get home from the uniform store. And an hour to go what should have been 20 to the doctor, because I kept missing turns and exists in the round a bouts and you don’t just pull over and turn around here. This was during broad daylight. Hopefully I will be able to find one that has crops on the weekend. I know it may sound like I am just making excuses, and that all I do is complain, but my point is….doing things here just isn’t as simple as you would think. And I have been trying, you can see because I can tell you the snags I have run into. Places don’t have websites very often, and you have to call to get any information. I’m used to looking up on line. I do not like talking on the phone to people I don't know, strange but true. I am not an auditory person, and just do not do well getting information over the phone. I am also very bad at understanding accents. I have a hard time when I am face to face with the person. Plus, I am not doing well with terminology. So, put me on the phone, which our phone is not very good and the volume is really low, trying to process words I am unfamiliar with , using words that I fear may be insulting or just really make me sound “simple” ( that one I know what it means), and not understanding about a 1/3 of what they say. This is not a good formula. I mean, I know more excuses. It is totally my fault, I mean I am here and have to learn the language so to speak, and I am the one talking funny. It’s just that things like this make it so much harder to do what used to be simple things, or would be isimpler if we had moved with-in the states. I guess the fact that I am a big chicken doesn't help much. =)
Wiggles here is loosing her patience and I have to go hang up my clothes. It is sunny today and a good day to hang stuff outside to dry. I can't tell you how strange I feel saying that.
Cheers ( which I am told can mean: hello, good-bye, thank you, or a couple other things. See
why I get comfused?)
The little things
24, April 2007
It really is not one or two big things that make living here in England difficult for me. It is the hundred little things that when you add them all up, are just driving me crazy. They are so tedious that I just get so exhausted. Things like the fact that I can’t plug in my electric toothbrush in the bathroom because they do not have electrical outlets in the bathrooms here. I already have to dry my hair in my bedroom. So that means we have to keep the toothbrush plugged in somewhere else or not keep it charged and then suddenly it doesn’t work. The result has been not using the darn thing for the last month. Today I found the charger and decided I was going to recharge it so I can once again use it. The regular toothbrush I have been using is looking kinda icky. First I tried plugging it in in our bedroom, but because the plug adapters do not stay attached very well, it would not stay plugged in. So in the end I had to bring it to the kitchen and lean the electric teapot against the plug so that it would stay in and the toothbrush would charge. The high lime deposit in the water is something else. Already all our pots and pans look all chalky. So, all the water needs to be filtered. It taste gross, and I can hardly stomach using it to brush my teeth. I really try not to think about it. Anyway, so all the water the girls drink, all 5 gallons a day, needs to be put through this jug with a filter in it. Without good planning and refilling, most of the time the water is not very cold. To cook, the water all has to be filtered. So on those nights that I need to heat up water for pasta AND steam some veggies, it takes like 5 minutes to get the water. The jug thing is not that big ( NOTHING here is very big). I don’t like cooking in the first place, and this is not doing anything to increase my desire to do more. But we can’t even eat out very much because it is very expensive and there are not that many places to take kids. Many of the pubs do not serve children at all, only during certain times and depending on how busy they are, or just not conducive to children. The one time Alex and I really went out” when we came in January, dinner took like 3 hours. And it wasn’t like hanging out during a MOMS Club board meeting. Meals are just really drawn out and if you don’t ask for the bill, you could be there forever. The only going “out” to eat we have done has been Pizza Hut at a little mall. We have ordered pizza from a couple places, but it is just not the same thing. They do have a couple “American” restaurants here, including the only Macaroni Grill in England. But I am afraid it will just kill my enjoyment of the food and then when we go back to Michigan I wont be able to eat it anymore, though I guess it might just taste that much better. But I just could not have steak at Outback here considering the way they over cook the beef, and then they cook it some more. We are talking bone dry. I think you have to go to like Central London to one of the really fancy places. I take back what I said before, we did go out a second time in January. It was in London at a place called the Goucho Grill. Along the line of Shula’s ( Don the Miami Dolphin guy). I did have a nice filet. For us and a couple we were with, the bill was 200+ pounds, which equals close to $400. And this was NO place to take a child. I do not have sophisticated taste. I just want a good cheese burger. I swear, when I get off the plane I am heading to Red Robin or even better, Cheeseburger in Paradise.
Gotta go. The little one needs me. Til later
It really is not one or two big things that make living here in England difficult for me. It is the hundred little things that when you add them all up, are just driving me crazy. They are so tedious that I just get so exhausted. Things like the fact that I can’t plug in my electric toothbrush in the bathroom because they do not have electrical outlets in the bathrooms here. I already have to dry my hair in my bedroom. So that means we have to keep the toothbrush plugged in somewhere else or not keep it charged and then suddenly it doesn’t work. The result has been not using the darn thing for the last month. Today I found the charger and decided I was going to recharge it so I can once again use it. The regular toothbrush I have been using is looking kinda icky. First I tried plugging it in in our bedroom, but because the plug adapters do not stay attached very well, it would not stay plugged in. So in the end I had to bring it to the kitchen and lean the electric teapot against the plug so that it would stay in and the toothbrush would charge. The high lime deposit in the water is something else. Already all our pots and pans look all chalky. So, all the water needs to be filtered. It taste gross, and I can hardly stomach using it to brush my teeth. I really try not to think about it. Anyway, so all the water the girls drink, all 5 gallons a day, needs to be put through this jug with a filter in it. Without good planning and refilling, most of the time the water is not very cold. To cook, the water all has to be filtered. So on those nights that I need to heat up water for pasta AND steam some veggies, it takes like 5 minutes to get the water. The jug thing is not that big ( NOTHING here is very big). I don’t like cooking in the first place, and this is not doing anything to increase my desire to do more. But we can’t even eat out very much because it is very expensive and there are not that many places to take kids. Many of the pubs do not serve children at all, only during certain times and depending on how busy they are, or just not conducive to children. The one time Alex and I really went out” when we came in January, dinner took like 3 hours. And it wasn’t like hanging out during a MOMS Club board meeting. Meals are just really drawn out and if you don’t ask for the bill, you could be there forever. The only going “out” to eat we have done has been Pizza Hut at a little mall. We have ordered pizza from a couple places, but it is just not the same thing. They do have a couple “American” restaurants here, including the only Macaroni Grill in England. But I am afraid it will just kill my enjoyment of the food and then when we go back to Michigan I wont be able to eat it anymore, though I guess it might just taste that much better. But I just could not have steak at Outback here considering the way they over cook the beef, and then they cook it some more. We are talking bone dry. I think you have to go to like Central London to one of the really fancy places. I take back what I said before, we did go out a second time in January. It was in London at a place called the Goucho Grill. Along the line of Shula’s ( Don the Miami Dolphin guy). I did have a nice filet. For us and a couple we were with, the bill was 200+ pounds, which equals close to $400. And this was NO place to take a child. I do not have sophisticated taste. I just want a good cheese burger. I swear, when I get off the plane I am heading to Red Robin or even better, Cheeseburger in Paradise.
Gotta go. The little one needs me. Til later
19 April 2007
I'm back and bitch'in
Hi
Ok, I have not gotten around to adding much to this thing since I set it up in December. Sue me. I was very busy for a very long time and then I didn't have internet access ( thank you very much BT) until a couple weeks ago after we landed on 'this island' ( as I affectionetly refer to England). I had started writing them and then when it was taking so long to get internet I kinda got discouraged and then when we did get it I just never got started again. Until now. I am trying to come to grips with my current residence and if I am going to accept, then I need to be able to vent. I need a catharsis. I have no idea if anyone will even read these, I am thinking that are times that that may not be a bad thing that my rantings go unheard/read. =) You know, that it is good my mother and family priest don't read them.
Right now I am looking out the back window of the house we are renting, and watching my two daughters digging in the dirt that makes up what was once a veggie garden of some sort. It will again someday, I hear Alex ordered some seeds last night and they will be here soon. Can't take that long for an order to show up.....the whole country isn't that big. It could be walked across country in less than 3 days. =) I should call them in. They need baths and pie was promised if they went back outside after dinner. It's getting cool, but it really was warm earlier, explaining why they have shorts on under thier jackets that they came in and begged for. The car said 21 degrees celcius.....I really don't know what that converts to, but I remember someone saying " It's going to be really nice today. Up to 16" So I am thinking maybe 70 ish or something. They do love digging in that dirt. They usually collect rocks. I figure digging up the rocks is constructive and helps the cause of preparing it for planting. Oh! And did I mention that I have laundry hanging out there? Yeah. I have given in and hang clothes out there when it is not raining. Jeans and sweatshirts. I will NOT hang my knickers out there like my next door neighbors. I have my limits.....and that is one of them. It's bad enought that they laundry room is right next to the kitchen table and when it is that time of the wash cycle some of my dainties are hanging like right there as we have dinner.
Like I mentioned, the children are in the dirt. And the little one, came to the door to tell me about the dog next door going back inside. She has dirt everywhere, face, legs, lips and it would appear that she lost a shoe in the dirt. I sent her to get Emily....saying it's pie time. So, I will have to end this. But I will be back. I really do need to get rid of the pie. They have not discovered preservatives here and everything molds and goes bad after a day or two. Can't waste pie.
Til next time! Oh. She found the shoe. Happily exclaimed that it was indeed in the dirt!!!!
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