Wal-Mart trip

After last weekend's Quinceanera, the little one has been wearing her princess dresses a lot.  While wearing one yesterday, we needed to go to Wal-Mart to pick up a few things.  She wanted to go, and since it was raining, also put on her pink rain boots.


She brought her birthday & Christmas money to buy a Princess Barbie, and looked so cute in the aisle.  Those passing by would just stop and stare with the biggest smile on the faces.  To the little one, she was in her own little world, unaware of how precious this scene was.









The older one and some friends were the real reason we needed to go.  They have "spirit week" next week at school and needed matching t-shirts.

Once they got home, they glued rhinestones to the shirt, added some paint, and made hair bows.












After lots of giggles, popcorn, and chocolate milk, the shirts turned out really cute.

Quinceanera

This weekend, we had the privilege of attending a Quinceanera, an Hispanic celebration of a girl turning 15 ("quince" in Spanish).


It begins with a Mass and continues with a 5 hr reception/dance, much like a wedding.

Our daughter and the
Quinceanera have been friends for about 10 years, being buddies in soccer, girl scouts, at school, and other activities.  It's been fun watching them grow from the little elementary girls to beautiful young ladies.







Our little one was especially drawn to the event.  And why not?  The whole party is centered around the 15 yr old girl on her birthday, with cake, flowers, beautiful dresses, a crown, and a royal court.  It's their one day to be a princess.

The little one was glued to the dance floor, picking up all the latest dance moves and creating a few of her own. Our oldest had a great time, too, with so many of her friends there.  I'm really proud of her for wearing a dress to the event instead of running shorts!








As the party continued, the little one started getting sleepy.  She talked all the way home about her "quinceanera" and what kind of dress she will wear.  Then I had to break the news to her:  we're of German decent, not Hispanic.  Then she started to cry.  I guess maybe we'll surprise her tomorrow with one of her dolls having a quinceanera.

Indoor Hockey

I was upstairs and hadn't heard from the kids in a while, so I went to check on them.  They were out in the garage making something with duct tape , some hooks, and long poles.  I probably should have asked what  they were making, but they were all getting along, so I  let it go.

The next thing I hear is the pitter-patter of feet running around on the hard wood floor.  I come down to find something resembling hockey.  I have no idea where the goals are, but I'm not sure I even want all the details. 

They have been playing long enough for me to snap some pictures and make this post,  but I think I just heard someone call time out.  Either the "puck" is lost, something broke, or more duct tape is needed.  I'm so glad I cleaned up the house today....

Hockey Night

While the kids were out of school these past two weeks, we enjoyed a lot of family time in playing games, exercising, and outings.  One of our outings was to the Greenville Road Warriors hockey game!