The kids looked extra adorable (if that’s possible). The kindergarten girls were a mess of pink dresses, curls, and tiny mary jane shoes.
The boys were dressed up like little business men with their ties and pants. I just wanted to squeeze all of them and cut off their cheeks (<-- extreme cuteness may cause violence). When I watched the kids get their diplomas I couldn’t help but feel so proud of them.
// Mary Janes //
// Look at them bows //
// The Girls //
// Fernando and Henry //
// The Boys //
// Esmeralda and Christian //
// Sonia //
// Fernando got left behind by his partner... //
// Mauricio and Marlene their brothers & sisters //
// 1st grade Graduates: Ashley, Joanna, Nahomy, Mathias "Mathi" //
// David...this is the cutest little boy. He had to basically "climb/jump" a couple few steps to get to the podium to receive his diploma...yea he got the loudest applause //
p.s. I got really sick this week [in order of appearance]: flu, cough, high fever, and stomach aches. I’m feeling a lot better :)
p.p.s. Just so you know: So I got a high fever this week…and I was freaking out thinking that I have malaria or dengue fever (someone here got it a few weeks ago). So to calm me down Nicole decided to take my temperature. She asked the Papi of our house for a thermometer to measure my temperature. He gave her one and told her to first measure the temperature in my mouth [under the tongue…yea oldschool], then afterwards to put it under my pits [don’t I sound attractive]. So Nicole washed the thermometer and did what Papi told her. But for the life of both of us we couldn’t get the thing to read my temperature. So Nicole turns the thing over and reads the fineprint and guess what it says “rectal” thermometer. I know. I know. I was too sick to be grossed out [we’re laughing about it now]. But I’m thinking our Papi & Mami have only used it anywhere but “there”….since they told me to put it on my mouth. What can I say you have to have a sense of humor if you a missionary.
p.p.s. Feliz Sabado- everytime Sabbath comes I can’t help but get a little bit depressed, because I miss [insert your name here] so freakin much! I will honestly take the Sabbath torture of listening to Bill Gaither all day [Mom], going to first service [Bee], and eating Sabbath caf food which would mean lots of salad & brocolli [Sacha] if that meant getting to see your face for only a few minutes :)
