¿Entiendes la palabra NO?

After a week in the sala cuna, I wish I had a quetzal for every time I've said, 
"No!" 
"No lo hagas eso!" 
And, through clenched teeth, "¿Entiendes la palabra NO?"


Typically, it's met with a sly smile, a laugh, and a continuation of whatever was being done before the one-sided conversation occurred. What do I expect working with one and two-year-olds? 


If you ever need a reminder that we are born enemies of God and in need of a Savior, spend some time with kids who can barely talk but sure know how to disobey. 


Psalm 51:5 - Behold, I was brought forth in iniquity, and in sin did my mother conceive me.
Genesis 8:21 - the Lord said in his heart, “I will never again curse the ground because of man, for the intention of man’s heart is evil from his youth."
Psalm 58:3 - The wicked are estranged from the womb; they go astray from birth, speaking lies.


As my mom used to say when my sisters were little, "It's a good thing they're cute!" 


For your viewing pleasure....


After standing up many times after being instructed to sit and patiently wait for lunch, Nicolas was tied to his chair. 

Sergio and Honey just couldn't fight the temptation to play tug of war with their table.

And Diego decided to finger paint with his beans...

I'm also learning a lot about not being in control and not acting I know what's best. Truly, truly, I say to you, the sala cuna is a germ freak's worst nightmare. I'm not even a germ freak. I would call myself germ conscious. As in, when I have babies, I will certainly freak out when they want to crawl across the airport floor. 


Germ Observations:
*Going potty outside in bowls
*Drinking bottles while going potty outside in bowls
*Using the same towel to wipe all nine faces
*Using the same tissue to wipe all nine noses
*Lack of Purell by the changing table 
*Toys that aren't disinfected regularly, but are regularly slobbered on
*Runny noses. Raspy coughs. In my face. 


I just keep thinking about how grateful I am that I'm currently on antibiotics because I already got sick at the Casita my first week. Not sure if that really blocks any new illnesses, but I sure like to think it does. It enables me to hold back from gagging when some little friend wipes their boogies on my shirt.