Snippets of April

Today was a rainy day so we got to dress up--Rain Day Style.  Mondays are our volunteer days in Siena's class and happen to be Qiana's favorite days because she thinks that she's a kindergartener like her sister.

During Conference, I kept my hands busy "fancifying" a shirt Siena stained a few weeks ago.  Hope the day never comes when she's too cool to wear refurbished clothing.

Qiana and Abuela went on a Provo River walk on Sunday, like "gemelas".

Ezra has a very happy disposition until it's time for him to eat.  He's our picky child and we're trying our hardest to get him aboard the veggie train.  If it's green, he turns up his nose. (Little Chamaco!)

For General Conference, the girls were very well-behaved, thanks to a ton of ideas found on Pinterest.  They worked hard building temples out of blocks, writing in their Conference Journals, and listening from their tents they set up to be like King Benjamin's people.

Ezra is pulling himself to everything, but he still refuses to walk.  He can stand solo, but also shies away from that.  I think it's a confidence issue.  Poco a poco mijo....

Qiana has a few recurring issues with being potty trained.  She is definitely capable, but I'm guessing it's a control "thing": she only goes if I go up their with her otherwise there's a 50% chance she'll wet herself.  Well, sad for us both, I am more stubborn than her and I'm determined that she will learn to do it herself.  She knows that if she has an accident, she cleans the mess with the towel they use as a bath mat, she strips down in the tub and washes herself, then after dressing herself, she retrieves the Swiffer and gets to work cleaning it up.  She's completely competent in doing those things, so I let her and don't feel bad about it one bit. :)  Oh, but I love the little munchkin, even with her control issues because I know she gets them from me.

While we're speaking of the not-so-great things taking place in our house, I may as well bring this up: Siena does not like me.  At least, the day she wrote this she didn't.  "I [do] not like my Mom."  What possibly promoted this kind of lashing out?  I told her to pick up a blanket and put it in the blanket basket.  Oh, Girls!

One thing that is sure to bring a good mood is a riding lesson.  Until we get horses (ha!), they get their kicks on the bikes they got from Los Tres Reyes.  Just look at their faces!

Pure joy

Oh, we love our little brother.