International Day

I signed up to volunteer at NJ's school for International Day. I got the painting station. Ha, ha, they don't even know how much that fit me compared to all the other stations there. I just had to tape a new piece of paper for each child, write their name on it, and put it to dry when they were done. It was really funny that almost everyone of them spelled their name when I asked them, "What's your name?" Thank goodness most of them were totally normal like, Gabriel, Brandon, Maria, Tyler, Marcus, Emma, Gabby... I was so worried about getting them all wrong. It didn't help that every one of them seemed to say (or spell) their name under their breath. Usually the other kids would help me out by all shouting out that kid's name when they saw me asking again. 

Hmm, of coarse it's mine that doesn't stick to the paper!

Lots of great food from different cultures. I signed NJ up for onion pancakes and Taiwanese sausages from Taiwan. Baba suggested lumpia for Philippines, but that was taken. So Baba dropped NJ off at school while I cooked and brought the food in time for the event and to volunteer. It was nice to see who he plays with, the way he enjoys himself, follows directions, and talk to other parents and the teachers. I didn't realize that his teachers didn't even know he was adopted until today. I suppose there was no reason to mention it so far. It's not obvious so I forget. It was great to volunteer and be more involved. Just as I was thinking to myself, why haven't I volunteered for their events before? Then five minutes later a kid coughed in my face all snotty and I thought, oh that's why! So glad I did, but I was so wiped out for the rest of the day. 

NJ wanted to ride his bikes today when we got home. I'm glad he could get some more energy out. 

He was asking what was for dessert. I told him he needed to eat a really good dinner (eat nicely and finish his food) for me to even consider giving any dessert. So it worked. He helped with making some rice crispies. I put some of it in a square pan, but did something fun for the rest of it. I asked him if he wanted some rice crispy balls and I got an enthusiastic, "Yes!" Ha, ha, I thought he'd like the hands on part. His were a little more misshapen, but it's the tasty fun that counted.