So I don't talk everyone else's head's off.

I must brag about my littlest one, but I imagine it might get annoying to the people around my so here's to you blog.

Gabe can say so much now.

Lots of english since he started school in August but even more lately;

dog

cat

socks

book (which as of now he loves more than cars)

car

truck

crocs

again

music

pumpkin (this was very cute and right at halloween time)

go (he tells me this a lot, especially at red lights)

In spanish;

agua

mas

otra

cup for cuchara (spoon)

Last month he would try dailyto put the door stop down and even kick it to stick

was putting things into cups, later learned they worked on this at school, its a milstone skill.

Will not take off gloves once they are on, even when he's eating.

He's dying to ride a bike, a BIG one.

He likes the spanish vowel song and sings along to it and says the vowel too.

Participates in the game "yellow car with Luna"

At Sams on tuesday I picked out some pajamas for him and handed them too him and he tried to take off his shirt and whinned because he couldn't put them on right then and there

Honey, have you seen my keys?

Thursday morning was a very important day for me. I was teaching a regular Jazzercise class at 9:30 am. I was off work for Veterans day and I was to be evaluated by a monitor appointed by Jazzercise Corp. It's a pretty detailed process in which everything I say and do during class is scrutinized. I was prepared and had everything together. My ipod, a backup CD just in case, my routine set printed out complete with the time of each song and rountine. EVEYTHING was ready. I am 10 minutes ahead of schedule when I begin to leave the house. Only one problem. Where are my keys?
I look on the key hook that I recently installed so that I wouldn't have to search all of Ignacio's pants when I need his keys. But mine where not there, no biggy. That's normal. I check my coat pocket. Not there. That's typical too. The other place I usually put them is the table near the front door leading into the main room. But they're not there either. I am a little frustrated now, but still there's another place they sometimes are. My pocket of yesterday's pants. I checked them and they weren't there either. Now it's getting late. I need to be there 20 minutes early. That is a standard rule. I don't want to get points takend off right of the bat because of that. So I swallow my pride and do not let my dermination to find those %^#@%& keys cause me to be late. Off to the neighbors I go to beg for a ride. They don't answer their door, so I try the other neighbor. Usually he's available but this one day he has some important state worker coming to his house in 30 minutes. He suggests I call the previous neighbor who didn't answer their door. Thank God the answer their phone and because they are AWESOME, they drive me. I am forever indebted to them. I make it to Jazzercise at 9:20. The class was "great" and "fantastic" she said. Thanks to God I did well.
The rest of the day wasn't too bad with only one car, because my husband was off work. Even though I continued to search my entire house I still couldnt' find them.
The next morning was rough with only one car because I had to work, my husband had to get to work and the kids had to get to school. Ignacio was NOT a happy camper as he left with the kids.
After he left I went to look for my keys in the backyard because I remember picking up the kids toys late Wed afternoon and low and behold, there were my precious keys in the ............ COMPOST PILE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!