From the mouths of babes

I, as you may know, have lots of hair. It's naturally curly and very, very, very thick. Because of this fact it takes forever to dry, especially in the frigid months. It's nearing the time when I can think about straightening my hair since it's not very humid. (FYI: My hair + humidity+ straightened = not a pretty sight) On Friday morning I awoke and dreaded the fact of running to school with a damp head of hair so, low and behold, I decided to straighten it.

I delightfully forgot how fun it is to be around the kids the first time I straighten my hair. At least one or two will make a comment about it and, most of the time, they are humorous comments...mainly because they notice that something is different but apparently don't have the words yet to describe what they see as different. I shall delight you with their comments from Friday:

S: Did you straighten your hair?
Me: Yes, I did.
S: It looks like you got a hair cut!

A: Your hair is beautiful!

This was by far one of the funniest:

I open the door Friday morning and let the first group of families inside. E is walking in with his dad. E looks up at me and I say "Good morning E!" E stops, looks up at his dad and whispers: "That's not my teacher!"

It's the small things

I've come to realize through recent events that I am the type of person who appreciates the small things in life. Would you like to hear some examples of this? Sure, you say? Alrighty then!

Example #1: Earlier this fall I happened to find myself in Bath and Body Works in pursuit of fall-smelling room fresheners. I hit the jackpot of awesomeness my friends. Not only did I stock up on the fresheners but I also happened upon a raccoon and owl shaped scent portable! (These clip on things and go places like cars) And! Halloween themed handi-bacs on sale! When I got home I found out that some of the bottles of the handi-bacs glowed in the dark. Needless to say I spent more than I intended...but also? These things made me happy for days.

Example #2: Last weekend K and I went grocery shopping and ended up in the seasonal isle. After scouring the shelves for bargains on candy I made my way over to the more decorative side of the isle. Do you know what I found? More awesomeness, thank you very much. This time it came in the shape of muffin liners and Halloween themed bowls. The muffin liners are what got me though. They have little monsters on them and, the best part, one of the monsters is carrying a little bucket because he's going trick-or-treating. It's super cute. I realize this doesn't sound that great...perhaps I should take a picture to show at some point.

Example #3: The thought of any pumpkin spiced drink is making me smile.

So yes, my friends, if you want to make me smile remember - it's the small things!

Where do they go?!?

Do you remember when I mentioned that I'm slightly obsessive with checking the photo-listing websites for children who are in need of families? By slightly obsessive I mean that I'm checking these sites every day. And with good reason! Three (count them...1, 2, 3) times now in the past month we have come across children we are interested in and the very next day these children's profiles have been taken off-line. I don't understand. Why are their profiles up there for only one day? Are we to assume that that many people have inquired about them? In a day?

Not sure if I've mentioned this before but we are looking for up to three children. (Hmm, perhaps three is the magic number of this post). Are there really that many people looking to add three children to their family at a time?

The strangest part of this whole thing is that all three times this has happened the children's profiles have appeared on a Friday afternoon and disappeared by Saturday afternoon. I really had no idea that there are social workers out there who are working these hours. So, can you see why I might just be slightly obsessive about this search? ( I say this with a grain of salt because I'm fully aware that I've more than likely jinxed myself...the workers at our agency are searching just as diligently for our children. In the end, it will more than likely be that they are the ones who have found the children who are meant to be ours....not me ;) )