Tonight I told Malachai that we would be eating waffles tomorrow.
Malachai panicked; "oh no!" he cried "but I don't know how to say waffles in Spanish!"

it turns out that in school, Malachai's teacher has been asking the kids what they had for breakfast; oh, the traumas of a four year old!

speaking of trauma, check out this picture that I snagged of the school conserje (i.e. janitor/doorman/guard/the guy all the kids look up to) directing school traffic this week as we waited outside for the buses to come back from a field trip . . . there is a prize here waiting for the first person to identify the little something in his left hand.

My friend Berta has a girl Malachai's age, and is pregnant with a baby boy; the thrifty, resourceful women that we are, we did a clothing exchange this week. Oh my! how I enjoyed pulling item after item out of these second hand bags! Look at these blue maryjanes; aren't they fantastic? I was reminded of the vast differences in baby clothing culture between the US and Spain! (is anyone interested in a pair of white patent leather, lace trimmed booties tied with tremendous satin bows? they are yours for the taking!) look at this wonderful collection of hand knit sweaters (all with matching booties and bonnets, of course!)

and this lovely newborn dress


and I think that I will hold onto the dress, just in case we get invited to the next royal wedding here in Europe! look here to check out more of the oh-so-Spanish loot, and let me know if you know of anyone who is dying to get their hands on a collection of ribbon-shouldered dresses or handknit layettes !

oh dear, I am having blogger issues; my pictures in this post keep disappearing! Sooo, I reposted it again above.