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Tiny Dancer

19 Feb

Look at this 4-year old sugar pie! Kyah’s class held a dance recital in December.  I couldn’t wait to see it and I wasn’t disappointed.  She was fantastic!  Her teacher is superb and so good at teaching skill and technique.  Unfortunately, we have moved farther south and added 30 minutes each way to the dance lesson commute.  It might sound silly (and it probably is in the grand scheme of life), but please pray that we can find a new dance class closer to our new home.  Since returning from the states Ky asks on a daily basis when dance class is and I haven’t had the heart to tell her she isn’t going back to that studio.  It would crush her.

A lot of parents sign their child up for dance class because it’s cute to watch them in their little leotard.  We have taken classes, in the states and Costa Rica, and watched  parents peel their child off and give them a love shove to go through the door.  Not the case with us. There is just no denying the joy of dancing in the life of my sweet girl. She dances wherever we are.  In a store, the airport, at school, in the park, or at home, it doesn’t make an ounce of difference.  While we’re waiting to pay at the grocery store she’ll hear a tune and can’t keep herself from jazzing up the place a bit.  I’m definitely not a “Dance Mom” (what the heck is wrong with those women?!), but I love to watch my girl dance.  She’s a natural.

Her teacher gave them all a certificate and flowers. She was stoked!

No excuses. No regrets.

12 Feb

Our time back in the states flew by.  We were blessed with 5 weeks between SJO-DEN-DFW , DFW-ICT, ICT-ARK- and ICT-DFW-DEN-SJO.  There is never enough time to spend with the people you cherish.  A wonderful family from our home church allowed us to borrow their car while we were in Kansas and we cannot thank them enough.  There are so many selfless, giving people in this world and we were beyond blessed. We are now back in the groove of the life we left on pause to be refueled by so much love from home.

A year is an incredibly long time in the life of a child and an elderly person and both of these things were brought to my attention in my time back.  My grandparents, whom I adore with my whole heart, have really aged over the last year….really since our big move in 2010.  I treasure every single moment I am able to spend with them knowing that the next time could be completely different.  The differences in Kyah since our last visit to the states are remarkable. She is at such an awesome stage and I just want time to slow down and be able to breathe in every second of her being.  She brings so much joy to our life and we can’t wait to bring another bundle of fun into our family soon.  It was wonderful to share our joy and excitement with friends and family in person instead of over skype.

Since a ridiculous length of time has passed since I last posted, and my main goal with this blog is to collect a few memories before they are forgotten (and to keep the grandmas happy), I’m going to document our time in the states with pictures.  Here is a snapshot of our last few months.

 

 

Kyah's note to Santa. :)

Christmas morning

THIS is what makes you the best Gigi in the world!

Chase and Kyah (& Frenchie) had lots of time to play together! Little buddies. :)

Meeting up with more cousins!

We won't show this pic to my brother. :)

NYE firecrackers with the fam

At the Alley with the Johnsons. :)

Her favorite friend, Owen!

She was pretty stoked on her clothes matching her doll.

Look at this picture! If your mouth doesn't start instantly watering something is wrong with you. Love me some Grandy's.

Reunited and it feels so good! We miss our big guy every day.

Grandma Texas (as Kyah calls her) had an endless supply of cake pops.

Frenchie visiting the states for the very first time! :)

After accepting the fact that EVERYBODY (even little girls) have to wear the blue coats, she was ready for the 9 degree Shrek ice tour.

Everything is made of ice.

Once you can get past his sweet gangsta face you will notice he is using Ky's coat to keep his hands warm. It was that cold!

This was one of the many ice slides they had inside.

K went down this with Big Daddy a few times and then she wanted to go solo. She is sooooo much like her daddy! Scared. Of. Nothing. :)

Her favorite face to make when taking pictures with mommy. Silly girl!

The wait for Santa at the Gaylord was long, so we went exploring. She saw the sled and just had to get a picture!

Such a poser.

Christmas in Texas!

Jackpot

3 Dec

I’m pretty sure I won the lottery of life.  I get to share my days with the funniest, cutest, most sincere and enjoyable people I know.  I get to love them and they love me back.  Life is not always easy, but it is always good.  I am one blessed, blessed little momma.

 

A venture to Panama

9 Nov

Took a trip down to Panama with the fam for our 90 day exit.  We weren’t supposed to have to do this again, BUT our lawyer apparently doesn’t care about our plans, sucky mode of transportation, or rapidly decreasing funds, so we took off for the border and tried to make the most of it.

Yummy lunch at a little soda in southern Costa Rica.

Frenchy made the trip with us.  I’m still not entirely sure she was allowed to cross w/o some form of paperwork, but since she’s only 2 pounds, I shoved her in my bag and never let them see her.  She’s a pretty chill dog, so that helps.

This was Frenchy’s spot for many, many hours.

We made the trip with only a couple of backpacks.  There’s a lot you can do without for 3 days.  Kyah is such a great traveler, we often take it for granted.  Once we made it to David and checked into our hotel we just let her run around.  She and Frenchy were stoked to get rid of a little extra energy.

The lady at the front desk upgraded us to a room with a fridge free of charge. This room ended up being the size of a studio apartment. It was huge!  We had to stop and just thank God for all the ways he blesses us daily.
Thanks, Panama, for displaying the freakiest mannequin I’ve ever seen.

A little friendly competition between Big Daddy and Ky.

She had to knock her cups over and he had to hit the middle one and make the top fall into the bottom…and he still won!

     

We decided to take Ky to the circus one night.  Big Daddy ended up being the star of the show.  He didn’t get selected to go into the center ring for one act….nope.  He was picked for two!  Although there were clearly signs posted saying “No Video Recorders” (in Spanish of course), I played dumb and caught the whole thing on video.

            

There was a huge park across the street from our hotel, so when it wasn’t raining, we were there.

I love my little social butterfly.  She finds a friend wherever we are.   Such a blessing since we are often in different areas with new people.

Ok, girls, hear me on this one.  Cody just didn’t understand.  Kyah needed to use the restroom so we found a great little spot.  She went in, tinkled, and then kept insisting she needed toilet paper.  I told her to just grab some and she informed me there wasn’t any.  I checked the next stall and there wasn’t even a toilet paper holder.  After checking all the stalls, I told her to wait and headed out to ask Big Daddy to check the guys restroom and noticed this right by the exit door.  What in the world?  So apparently you are supposed to get your tp upon entering the restroom.  I’m still dumbfounded by this.  Only in Panama.

On our way home.  Thankful for the BEST travel buddies.

Have you ever…..

3 Nov

wanted dimples?  Well, apparently, according to ask.metafilter.com and my daughter’s new little mark of beauty, you can give yourself one without a doctor or goofy cheek piercing.

While we were in Panama, Kyah and Big Daddy were playing with a pillow.  A little something like this video, except on a slick hotel floor with a big wooden door. Incredibly, she didn’t even cry much.

So, after the cheek-sized bruise subsided, I began noticing this adorable dimple, quite large might I add, whenever she smiles, chews, or laughs.  I began questioning my vision.  How had I never noticed this before?  I’ve taken 10,000 pictures of my baby, but never seen this?  I looked through pics from a few weeks prior and it definitely was not there.  While talking to my momma on the phone I mentioned this new dimple.  My little nephew has the cutest dimples, but he’s had them since birth.  Why did her’s just show up?  So, my mom, in all her infinite wisdom and googling skills informed me that bruises, when deep enough, can in fact turn into a dimple.  Something about damaging the cheek muscle which causes it to pucker.

It is reversible…with plastic surgery.  I think we’ll just opt for the new addition to her sweet little face.

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