Uh-oh

I went through the kids' toys yesterday. It was easier than I thought it would be. I pulled out anything that they don't play with on a regular basis and put it in a box to set it aside for the yard sale. Any time the kids came in the room, they assumed that the toys were in the box because I was packing them.

Diabolical!

When I was done, the girls had a great time playing with all their remaining toys. With all the fluff gone, it was much easier for them to use the toys they really like. Also, it's still a rediculous amount of toys. I may still be able to pack them all in 2 boxes, but it's going to be like packing 20 clowns in a tiny car.

The jig was up at breakfast, though, when K noticed her play kitchen and Diego set with the yard sale stuff at the other end of the room. They were too big to go in boxes. She was none too pleased, but then decided that since we were selling some toys here, that must mean that we were planning on buying more when we get to the Philippines.

I'm going to let her live what that delusion, too. Sometimes, it's just easier.

I got an email from A this morning. He said church was all in Tagalog, but apparently there was the random English word thrown in now and then. Tagalog is really my kind of language. Between the visit from the Bs last Summer and the videos of house tours I've been watching on YouTube, I know that they pepper their conversation with the occaisional English word or phrase. It's usually enough for me to know what is being talked about, and sometimes body language is enough for me to infer how they feel about it, even if I'm not getting any of the details. I'm feeling optimistic again.