science saturday

We’re doing a science experiment.  K and F measured vinegar and gently placed an egg in a tub that obviously had to be their favorite colors.  Tomorrow we’ll see that the egg no longer has a shell, which I think is pretty awesome.  It’ll be a surprise to the little scientists, a disappointing one I think.  When asked what they thought was going to happen Francine guessed that it would change into a flower and Keta thought it would change colors.  Look girls no shell!  That’s pretty cool mama, can we go clean our closet now?  We’ll see.  Just lots of “itsy bitsy bubbles” so far.

I just overheard from the other room, “I’ll show you where your butt crack is.”  I was immediately and simultaneously able to picture this anatomy lesson,  choose to pretend I didn’t hear it and hope that soon I’ll be able to totally repress the memory.  The mind is a brilliant and complex thing.  The adult mind anyway, the kiddo mind is still working on issues like the exact location of butt cracks.  And now I’ve officially talked about butt cracks and used the term more than any other time in my life.  Kids.  Awesome.

We just got Keta’s “kingarn” school pics back.  She was thrilled and so proud and Francine commented that Keta looked “pretty as a butterfly!”  I think they’re hilarious and priceless, the fake pose and exaggerated smile, the hideous background.  So perfect!  Keta is wearing bantu knots and a pretty dress that she looks gorgeous in but couldn’t clash more with the background.  There’s a whitish smear on her face that I suspect is dried snot.  We are going to laugh so hard at this photo some day.  I love it!




There is a new verb tense in our house, two actually.  One I’m calling past parti-Fran-ciple.  It’s a slightly altered version of the other new verb tense that Keta uses in which all past tense verbs get an (and/or an additional) -ed.  Examples of this second verb tense include knewded, singeded, and danceded.

nudist = knewedist   The first few times I heard this I was doing the busy (okay, lazy and exhausted) parent thing of the half listen and regularly timed interjections of excited or interested or curious ohs, wows! and reallys.  Then wait, did she just say nudist?!?  She did and does quite regularly and always loudly and in public.  It’s awesome.  Sometimes it seems like she could mean noticed, but usually it’s the past parti-Fran-ciple of knew.

Other entertaining uses of the English language:

K– Mama, where’s the salt on my tomatoes and cucumbers?  Did you not give me any?!?

F– She did give you salt, but it melted.  No, that’s not called melted it’s called…….. dissolverating.

F– Mama, if I go to Old McDonald’s it throws me up.

F–Mama, did you just teased me?

F– Mama, I wish we had a dad so you could relaxed in the car.

bean roll = burrito

K–I’ll tell you my secret ingredient when you’re 84 mama.  Are you 84 mama?

me– no.

K–Not even close? (She says sadly, like she wants to share her secret ingredient now and cannot take back the 84 thing.)

F–Everyone at my school is ‘fraid of aliens mama.

me–Really?  What’s an alien?

F–It’s a little green mens that is in outer space in a space rocket.

me– What’s scary about them?

F– They have creepy eyes.

It’s been two and a half years that these little sponges have been learning English.  It’s been happening gradually.  We still regularly use words like lellow, but these wonderful learning the lingo words and phrases are disappearing, like they should.  It’s bittersweet.

Here’s a few pics of my two favorite five year olds.

IMG_6627Hunting dinosaur fossils

IMG_6612Picking apples with Bibi

IMG_6619Before we “eveneded” out the yarn extensions

photo-3Today’s on the way to school pic



breakfast dessert

Happy 5th birthday Francine!

Thanks for sharing your “breakfast dessert” with us today!

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hair day

They’ve both been begging for yarn extensions for weeks.  Really it’s been since the last yarn extensions came out sometime in May.  I was able to postpone it another few weeks with these super cute and easy bantu knots.  We love hair day!

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now we’re even!

A reminder beeped on my phone this afternoon.  It was for an event I had completely forgotten about.  It was probably added, along with one other, about two years ago.  It was likely one of those days I was back at work after bringing home my girls from DRC.  I was likely missing them and feeling kind of desperate and anxious about all the time apart, all the years of missed firsts and missed regular stuff and yikes! time goes so fast now that they’re home.  So I did some math and made up some big days we could share and it turns out today is one of them!

This little girl has been with her forever family just as many days as without.  We’re even!  Tomorrow she will have spent more time with me than waiting for me.  She wanted ribs and ice cream sandwiches to celebrate.  First words and steps and first tooth, missed, but we have a once in a lifetime we’re even day!  Today is awesome!



learning the lingo

“Let’s splore the deep blue sea” –  K and F in the bath

“Mama, some day can you buy us a camping box?”  - F

“No, I’ll never spend my money on a camper, but you can when you get older if you want to” – me

“What?!? No way!  I wouldn’t have any monies left for toys!” – F

“We did some silence today in school just like you, Mama!” – K telling me about doing some science at school

farmer brown market = farmer’s market

unsnow = melt

unclimb = climb down = descend

cushy = tushy = bum = butt

“Keta, when we’re older we’ll just call our mother mom ‘stead of mama.” – F

“Mama, those olives are watering my mouth!” -K

K and F have been jamming to kiddo Christmas music lately which I love, in December, for about a week.  Finally today I had had enough and unclenched my teeth long enough to ask why we needed to listen to it for the fourteen millionth time.  “Mama, it’s so we can think about Christmas when we all get to be together.”

We went to the first home football game Friday at the high school where I teach.  It’s the first time K and F have seen football.  They had questions.  They had questions about the cheer-ling leaders, “those boys in the stripe-did shirts” and so many others.  Francine was standing the whole time imitating everyone, players, officials, cheerleaders, fans, me, her sister mostly asleep and snotting and drooling on my shoulder.  She took on this corpse like stiffness, pulled her shoulders up past her ears and asked why those boys went like this.  I told her, but she heard it was because of shoulder bads and now she thinks pretending to have shoulder bads is pretty hilarious.  The marching band performed at half time.  “Those mens have fancy hats.  Mama, are those mens for real?”

F’s birthday is coming up and she’s getting the hang of it, making requests already.  She wants a maxi skirt, book club, movies, scotch tape, salmon cakes for breakfast and strawberry mermaid cupcakes.

Our new house has a large yard with nothing right now except rocks and at least forty-two thousand different kinds of bricks and pavers.  We’re stacking and organizing the bricks and pavers to later make a patio, fire pit, and sidewalks.  When looking at the growing stacks of bricks F commented that she wants “a castle ‘stead of a patio.”





we did it!

Right now I’m sitting here so thankful to have had an extra day to recover from week one and mentally prepare for week two, and do the laundry and food prep and planning and all that other necessary weekend stuff. Week one was rough. Francine truly believed that she had “lost mama forever” when she turned around on the playground and I was not exactly where I had been moments before. Keta thought she’d been abandoned and sat sobbing at the school office after forgetting she was to attend an after school program that day. At 6:03 on Tuesday evening both of them told me they needed to go to bed. When we were home I couldn’t be out of their sight. We were hanging on and holding it together, but just, and only most of the time. We did it though! We made it through week one of all three of us being in different places, not being with a sister or other family member, a first for the two little farmergirls. Week two is likely to be rough too, but a little less so. That’s the hope anyway. We’ll only have a two day recovery to prepare for week three. The fear of abandonment is still so present. Breaks my heart.

Looking cute, but not too happy to be going to school.



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