Thursday, December 29, 2011
Things I am thankful for:
Everything else is the fluff stuffed into each one.
This year sister Damon called me 2 days before Thanksgiving and told me her and Mr. Schmelz were coming last minute for Thanksgiving!!!
This made my soul happy. You see, it's like a tradition to have her here. We decorate for Christmas immediatly following Thanksgiving ; and she is usually here (usually by coincidence).
The girls were also thrilled to hear they were coming. I think Riley has a crush on Uncle Jeff.....
We ate dinner at my Uncle Steve's house cuz all the cousins and big scmogisborg of people were there. (ok, not ALL the cousins, cuz that is about 8 million.). It was a mini family reunion.
The food was fantastic. The company was better. And I was all kinds of giddey cuz Thanksgiving officially marks the Holidays.
My fabulous parrot-birdy-thing.
Fuzzy Bumble Beeee-a.
She had one thing on her mind the whole time.
Little Claire and her poodle pooch. She's scrumptious.
Enjoying the Halloween Chili cook off at our church. Pretty sure Bia is just eating asfault.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Every year us Costa's start off the spooktacular festivities with a pumpkin carving party. Riley looks forward to the "Goblin Goo" (sprite with lime sherbet) the most. Zo just likes the fact that there is limitless amounts of goodies to devour. I love to throw get togethers and shindigs--so whatever the occasion is, I enjoy it.
Berns?! He just goes with the flow...He's a good one....
Bia? Who knows where she was all night. Most likely stealing peoples treats.
Avery wins the prize. Apparently this pumpkin deserved what was coming for it. Poor fella.
Claire. The little beauty of the evening. I love her. End of story.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
I’ve always wanted to raise my kids to be better than myself. It never realized one of them would accomplish that by the time she was 9.
Riley is unbelievable. She is who she is and outwardly displays every aspect of who she is.
She is an incredible reader. A 4th grader that is reading at an 8th grade level. She reads any and everything she can get her hands on, so consequently is full of random facts and knowledge. Definitely knows more than I do.
She is a dancer. This girl gets her groove on. I keep waiting for the day that she tells me she is packing her bags to go audition to be America’s favorite dancer on “So You Think You Can Dance”. She’s got rhythm and some pretty sweet moves.
She is an amazing big sister. She loves to teach her sisters, play with them, and help their little minds explore. She is ready and willing to help out in any way she is asked. My two little peanuts are lucky to have such a fantastic older example.
She is such a spiritual little ball of goodness. She definitely keeps both Berns and I on track when we should be doing something that we aren’t. It makes my soul smile.
I’m so proud of the little lady she is becoming. I look back at all she has been through in her 9 short years and can only sigh a sigh of relief that I didn’t mess her up. She is a trouper and one strong cookie. I admire her and the person she is becoming. When I grow up, I want to be like Riley.
There is a little town about 2 hours away from Belo called Ouro Preto. It’s a World Heritage site and full of history and goodness. We don’t usually go every time we visit Brasil- usually only when we take people with us (Justin, Mom and Damon, etc etc.)—but we hadn’t gone since our wedding and decided it would be fun to take the girls on a day trip down there. Brasil, in general, is heavily Catholic. This little town has hoards of historical Catholic churches. However, because everything was built so much cooler and artistically back in the day (really—why don’t people build cool buildings anymore?) these churches resemble Princess Castles.
The first time we took Riley my mother came with us and narrated stories about different princesses that lived in each “castle”—she got pretty believable.
Anyways, we walked around the little town looking at the beautiful scenery and buildings, shopped in the little farmers market full of hand carved goodies, and ate at a yummy restaurant that happened to be in what use to be a basement of a house where the slaves were kept.
Its little trips like this that make me want to travel the world more. There is so much more that cultural experiences can teach you that school cant.