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.



business as usual

We’re not there yet.  Keta went to her new school Friday, but just for a few hours.  Francine has been to her new school, but just with the safety and security of her big sis.  Monday, it’s our first real full day.  Three stops in two towns by 7:15 and then a race to do it all in reverse later in the day.  We are stressed.  Coping skills have plummeted.  I’ve been asked more times than I can count, “Mama, are you going to pick us up at the end of the day?”  “You’ll still be my mama, right?” is a popular one of late too.  We need to get through this week, our new business as usual.  Thankfully both Keta and Francine love school.  Keta met her teacher and saw her classroom.  They practiced drop off and pick up procedures and how to line up for lunch.  She was beyond excited to tell me every single detail and was hugely relieved.  She’s so excited to go back tomorrow.  Francine “didn’t know school could be so fun” but will be going it alone tomorrow, a first for her.  She’s not excited.  We also had a race issue at preschool last week.  Not one of those friendly and curious I love your beads, why is your skin dark and can I touch your hair kinds of things.  It was hate.  Pure unnatural ugly scary hate from a little guy no older than four.  That my child will spend her days somewhere she is not one hundred percent embraced and safe and welcomed and nurtured by all is such a sad and tragic reality.   I’m naive, but I really thought that kind of hate would only be an ugly truth at an older age.  Why are people teaching their babies to hate?  I guess that is now part of our business as usual too.  Hideous.

As a parent, I’m thinking of all the parents out there this week doing their best to help the littles with the new business as usual.  As a single parent, I’m thinking of all the single mamas and daddies struggling to figure out how to get it all done and be everything and everyone that the littles need.  Stay strong and Hang.  In.  There.  This business as usual stuff is tough.




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