Who Says you Can't Play with a Goldfish

Joey taught me a very important lesson this week.  

NEVER UNDER ESTIMATE THE MIND OF A 2 YEAR OLD.

On Thursday I went down to our dance studio to work on a few things in preparation for the recital.  (I was getting names together for the programs and a press release for the Chamber of Commerce).  Since Joey is the only one home in the afternoons, I brought him along with me. 

We had been in our dance director's office about five minutes when I heard a splashing sound.  Jeffie (our dance director) had a goldfish in a small bowl (with clear shiny stones at the bottom) on her desk, and Joey now had a pile of the stones in his hands.  I told him to put them back and leave the fish alone.  Then I went back to my typing and organizing.  

The plopping came next as Joey was dropping each stone back into the small bowl and the fish was narrowly escaping death each time.  I took the stones, asked Joey to leave the fish alone, and again went back to what I was doing.  

A few minutes later I looked back over at Joey and the bowl and the FISH WAS GONE.  I panicked for a brief second and then realized that Joey was holding something in his two little hands.  It was the goldfish.  I got Joey to put the fish back into the bowl, and the bowl promptly went up high.  If the fish doesn't make it through the weekend, I guess we will be buying a new goldfish for Jeffie.   Sorry Jeffie. 

Dancing at "Relay for Life"

The girls (Rebecca and Sara) had a performance last week at the "Relay for Life" event held at Ned HoukPark. My pre-teen jazz class did the Vogue number that we've been working on in class, and both Rebecca and Sara performed a tap dance that they were doing in their tap class. Only five classes performed at the event, so it was neat that both girls were able to participate. Just so you understand. . . the conditions these girls danced in were awful. It was 39 degrees outside and the wind was blowing like crazy. The constant wind was around 25-30 mph but the gusts were well over 50 mph. To add to it all, the girls were wearing tanktops, or short dresses and the ones in my jazz class had just learned the last 8 sets of 8 counts the Tuesday before in class. I'm proud of them and especially my cute little 6 and 8 year old divas (Rebecca and Sara).

Silly Girls!!

this is diana's sister cindy...i high-jacked her blog. i found this cute little clip of diana's girls and just had to post it! hope you don't mind D!!! love you!

**hi girls, love you too! love, aunt cindy

The Boy's room is finished (At least for now)

For those of you who don't know, my husband started taking woodworking classes at the junior college when we moved to Clovis.  His first few projects included two end tables and a dresser for our room.  Then he built a dresser for the girls.  After that he started the boy's bunk beds but it has taken a little longer then he had planned. So, Chad finally got the boy's new bunk beds put together and the bookcase he made (on the side) stained.   Here are some pictures.  

Just as a side note. . . If you are buying bedding, pottery barn bedding is worth every penny.  My son Joey gets chronic bloody noses and it comes out of his comforter/quilt  and sham every time.  It has really impressed me.