Archive for September, 2012

29
Sep
12

tricky

As a parent, sometimes it’s really hard to know what to do.  Today, Keta and Francine were upset at the loss of one of their babies.  I was ready to help!  Then, I found out the missing little one was a pretend baby.  How do you help your kids find a missing pretend baby?  I had a few ideas.  Turns out, none of them were any good.  I was at a loss.  This pretend baby had found the perfect hiding spot. Or, more likely, knew when we were getting close and circled around to another one.  Just as I was starting the “This is why we take care of our things and always put them away where they belong…..” speech, the baby was found.  Crisis averted.  Thankfully, as where to put the pretend baby away so she could be easily found next time someone wanted to play with her would have presented a whole new challenge.

 

28
Sep
12

six months

After hundreds of days looking at their referral photos and wondering (agonizing) about their safety, health, development, and personalities, I finally met my daughters, six months ago today.  That morning in the hotel lobby in Lubumbashi, DR Congo seems a lifetime ago and a breath ago at the same time.   It was a terrifying time for them and I’m so sad for all they’ve lost, for all they’ve gone through, but I’m so glad they’re finally home.  What a gift they are to me!

24
Sep
12

then

Francine’s referral photo from June 2011

Keta’s referral photo from November 2011

 

22
Sep
12

birthday

The whole birthday thing is confusing.  Francine’s is coming up and Keta’s isn’t.  That’s hard.  It was so much fun at Granddad’s birthday party. Why can’t we go to his party again tonight?  Again after nigh’ night, please mama?  And why isn’t today my birthday?  We made a chain of rings to count down to Francine’s (I love those things!), but it only works if just one ring is taken off each day.  When I see six or seven torn up and badly hidden rings in the trash, I have to quickly and secretly count the remaining rings and add to the chain so that it really will be Francine’s birthday when the last ring comes off.  Poor kiddo!  That thing should be getting shorter and it just isn’t!

Francine helped a family member open a birthday gift just the other day and was thrilled with her new robe that if it really was hers, she’d be able to fit into sometime in her late teens.  Keta angrily asked me where her robe was.  Francine knows she’s two and Keta knows she three.  They can even tell me their birthdays are October 11th and February 27th.  Francine knows she’ll be “all done two” and so will her cousin Elsa and then Keta will be “all done three,” but it’s all so confusing.  They play pretend birthday party quite a bit, even though they’ve never had one and have never been to a party for anyone turning less than an age well into adulthood.

I asked Francine what she wanted for her birthday.  She was confused.  I told her she gets presents for her birthday, what did she want?  “Presents!” she says.  What do you think should be in the presents?  “Toys!”  “Books!”  A brown doggie with a blue “necklace” and dolls made the list too.  She’s also put in a request for a blue cake.  Keta thinks a blue cake would be icky and wants a yellow one instead, or maybe orange.

When all those rings finally do disappear and Francine is “all done two”, we’ll be having a little girl’s first happy birthday party, and there will most definitely be blue cake.

 

 

21
Sep
12

food fight

If it’s a food with color, Keta will not eat it.  She was never thrilled to eat it, but in the past has given in as a means to more chicken or eggs or bread or other food sans color.  Not this week.  The girl is stubborn!  She comes by it honestly though, and so far is not as stubborn as her mother.

Three shots today.  I think we’re caught up now.  Keta said she’d try hard not to scream, but her “eyes might drip a little.”  They did.  Francine started screaming long before it was her turn.  I’m pretty sure they’ll have a good nap today and it’s a good thing, I  need to recover. 😉

 

 

14
Sep
12

naturals

I knew they would be!  Naturals at soccer, just like everything else they’ve tried and will ever try.  So proud!

Here’s what really happened at our first soccer practice.  Once they were able to let go of me, Keta and Francine did quite well at the dribbling drill.  In and out of those cones like this was a silly drill for babies that they could do blindfolded.  Then it was time for a scrimmage.  In their defense, they had never seen these kids before.  How were they supposed to remember which ones were on their team and which weren’t?  That didn’t end up being an issue like I thought it would, however.  They were accidentally hit by the ball a few times and the coach let them throw the ball back into play a few times.  Otherwise, there was no contact, or even attempted contact, with the ball.  At all.  Once, the ball landed on both of Francine’s feet and just stayed there.  She had no idea how it got there and no idea why all those kids were running toward her.  She did not kick it.  I think someone finally picked it up.  Those cones (marking the goal) kept getting in the way, she noticed.  She’d fix that by stacking them up neatly and setting them aside.  Problem solved!  That was so easy, you’re welcome guys!  Now you can play!  She’s was delighted to be able to help, but confused when she had to do it again and again.  She pulled some grass and did several perfect downward dog poses.  Maybe they were attempts at somersaulting, but I’m going with the yoga thing.  When practice was done she came over and was pretty upset that those kids wouldn’t play with her.  “Francine no have a turn.”  That’s not at all the way we’ve played at home.  You stand and kick the ball and then the other person gets a turn to kick the ball. No pressure.  No kids running all around (really, they were running ALL around, no matter which field or what was going on there) in a crazy pack.  She was pretty disgusted by those kids kicking mostly each other.  How dare they not give her a turn?!

We’ve had a chat about what needs to happen for the big game tomorrow.  You run where the ball is and try to take it away with your feet.  Maybe next season we’ll work on which kids are on your team and what the ultimate goal of soccer is.  Those pesky cones!  Wait ’til a big net is in the way!  For now, it’s just have fun and try to get in on some of the action somewhere near the ball.  I think Keta will get there, maybe even tomorrow.  I think Francine will have fun, but I should probably look into yoga or more likely gymnastics for that one.

11
Sep
12

milo

This is how far the girls have come with Milo.  Keta thinks she’s ready for a “little doggie” of her own now.  She’s walked Milo and fed him.  She gives him treats and hugs him regularly.  She loves when he crawls into bed to cuddle with her.  She thinks it’s hilarious to tickle his ears and sit on him.  We’ll see how she does outside with “Milo stinky mess” before we go looking for a little doggie, but she might be right.  She just might be ready for one of her own, almost.