Eat-iopians

Eva has recently learned the word “eat.” When she’s not eating but would like to, she will point to her highchair and say, “Eat!” Aidan has had, since the day we met him, a bottomless stomach: the boy does not know when to stop eating. As a result, I’ve taken to calling them our Eat-iopians.

Happy Birthday Jesus

We’re celebrating Christmas at home with the kids today, before we begin traveling to and fro throughout the Midwest to see family and friends. This will be our first Christmas in the US with our new, larger family. Last year, we celebrated Christmas in Illinois with Erin, Liam, and Maura followed by Christmas in Ethiopia with Erin, Aidan, and Eva. Today we celebrate with everyone together.

Every year we do Advent readings, although we always get started late. We missed the first two weeks of readings this year but have been mostly consistent this week. We had some friends and their kids over last night (between our two families, I think we had 47 people here; or 13–what’s the difference, really?) for the Advent reading and lighting the Advent candles. Suz had made a Happy Birthday Jesus cake and the kids made a reindeer candy cane craft together.

Once again, we have a red dragon in one of our nativity scenes as well, a not-so-gentle reminder that there is a great price to be paid for peace on earth and good will toward those on whom God’s favor rests.

After our Advent party, we watched “A Charlie Brown Christmas” on Hulu. Ironically, this classic program about the search for the meaning of Christmas was punctuated by commercials from Best Buy featuring a dad running through the house on Christmas morning, past the kids, to find a huge flat-screen TV in the living room and exclaiming, “How’d it get down the chimney?!” Pathetic, Best Buy.

Not sure how much we’ll post in the upcoming days–we posted a grand total of 14 times this past year. Maybe that’s a new year’s resolution for 2012. Either way, blessings to all of you in this season and the year ahead. Peace on earth and goodwill to those on whom God’s favor rests.

Pack and Play = Baby Trap

Instead of mouse traps, what about baby traps? Not to harm the babies but just to hold them down until they can be removed.

 

 
 

 
 

 
 

 
 

 
 

 
 

 
 

 

 

Words

It’s been a long time since we’ve blogged, and I hope to do more soon, but for now I want to record words. New words from Eva and old words from Aidan that I want to cherish. This is more for my own records than anything else, but I hope you get a chuckle or two out of it as well. 🙂

Eva is 18 months old today. A week ago we attempted to write down the words she knew by now, and this is what we came up with. For the most part, they are in the order that she first spoke them, starting at about a year of age. And for the record, she signed “please” long before these words and still uses the sign today.

—“Uh-oh!” (which is usually “on purpose” after dropping her sippy off the high chair, etc)
—“Mama” (though is sadly now “Mom” after listening to older sibs say it that way)
—“Dada” (though until recently, forgotten for the last several months—Dad has been “MOM!”)
—“Ti-koo” (“Thank you”—LOVE that this was her fourth word and is still used often to give us something or with an outstretched hand if she wishes to have something)
—“der-ygo” (“There you go”—while giving us something)
—“dis” (“this”—pointing to something or asking for it)
—“doe” (“door”—usually followed by a huge push to shut the door, as she knows we are about to keep her out of the bathroom or back porch)
—“tash” (“trash”—loves to deposit her diaper in the trash, or other small things she finds on the floor….are we making her OCD??)
—“bouw” (“ball” or balloon)
—“shoosh” (“shoes”—this girl LOVES her shoes!)
—“sok-sok” (“socks”—this girl takes her socks off immediately if not tied down by the shoes)
—“daw-daw” (usually with a squeal meaning “dog”, or squirrel or anything else remotely resembling a small animal—she is SO excited by them! This is also not to be confused with “da da” though they sound an awful lot alike)
—“hi!” (mostly says “hi” with arms waving excitedly as she spots an animal or a small child)
—“hey-yo” (“hello” with hand to her cheek when she thinks someone’s phone is ringing)
—“go-way!” (sadly learned this from older sibs, though mostly only means it as a statement of her “bigness”)
—“di-po” (“diaper”)
—“eyez” (“eyes” as she pokes hers or someone else’s)
—“bye!”
—“bye-a-way!” (when she is sticking her hand through long sleeve or in a puppet, or a shoe 🙂 )
—“yes”
—“baby”
—“you” (when pointing to a picture of a family member)
—“bi-bo” (“Bible”—my personal fav! She loves her toddler room Bible but as of right now, any book might be called a “bi-bo”)

To me, the one word that is glaringly absent is “no!” which makes my heart happy, though I know I have probably just jinxed myself. She does nod her her head “no” while staring at the CD’s that she is not supposed to pull down on the floor….

Aidan’s list of words is just the opposite of Eva’s—words/phrases that he no longer says or is being phased out as he learns English. But I don’t want to forget them. Again, for the most part, they are in chronological order with the first ones being some of his first English phrases.

—“dis-a-way, no is cold”
—“hot? no, smallbite hot” (meaning it was “warm.” We were regularly telling him to take a “small bite” of his food, so to him, anything small was “smallbite”)
—“Elli boy?” ….crawls under our dog Elli…. “Oh! Elli girl!”
—“dis is no”
—“up-a-stairs”
—anything that started with a “p” he used an “f”: “fasta,” “fotty,” “fee-j’s,” “fatient,” “ficture,” “fockets”
—“no is hot”
—“Aidan no yum” (when he didn’t like something)
—“min?” (we think that is an Amharic word for “what?”)
—in a Christmas song that said “Go Santa,” he said “Hosanna”—not the Bible “hosanna” but his hero friend from the transition house in Ethiopia “Hosanna” who now lives with his new family in California
—“es-coo-bed-er” (combonation of “excuse me”/”scoot over”/”scooby do”)
—“es-cuse-a-me”
—“I no care” (didn’t mean that, he meant he didn’t “know”/”understand”)
—“all of us” (for “everything,” not just “us”)
—“salsage” (sausage)
—“may I scuse please?” (our kids say that before getting up from dinner table)
—“oh, same same” (to show two things are the same)
—“cer-e-o” (meaning “cereal” but combining it with “cheerios” that Eva always ate)
—“daddy, let’s go?” (asking if dad was leaving for work, not asking to go with)
—“zeeper” (zipper)
—“sleepery” (slippery)
—asked me on more than one occasion about God/heaven: “Jesus UP?” “EAT???” (wondering if we eat in heaven—that’s important to him!)
—letting us know he washed his hands for dinner: “my hands yes wash yer hands” or “I’m wash yer hands”
—when someone mentioned I was white, he said “Mommy no white—mommy red and green” (referring to my fair but blotchy red-headed skin and freckles)
—“ha-va-la” (when the kids played the “hot lava” game)
—“watch num-pany” (kids show Electric Company)
—“yes you can’t”
—“jumpoline”
—“I popped my chink!” (combination of chin/neck, meant neck)
—“I forgotmember” (still says this for “forgot/can’t remember”)

And here are a few Amharic words that we don’t want to forget and even the other kids still use occasionally: amaseganalo (thank you), sak/saki (“smile” for a the camera to a boy/girl), tarra-gaga (be gentle), furrus (horse), timert-bate (school), woosha (dog), ambesah (lion), malala (corn), abet? (what?/huh?)

If you’ve managed to read this far, I hope you’ve gotten a laugh or two!

Liam’s 9th birthday

I try to have some sort of theme for each of the kids’ birthday parties, but I am usually scrambling to pull it together at the last minute. This year we decided to do an evening outdoor party since our kids are usually in bed before the lightning bugs come out. So it was from 7:45-9:45pm: cake, presents, painting their names with glow-in-the-dark paint on their t-shirts, then outside with glow sticks to hunt lightning bugs and play ghosts in the graveyard.

When I was making the cake the night before, it all started to crumble as I was frosting it (thought I’d try the Aldi cake mix since their brownies are so good—won’t do that again!). While I was trying to come up with a clever way to cover the crumbles (volcano? waterfall?), I realized none of it was going to stay together. It came to me that some people make those cake balls…. wonder if that would work? So I dumped the whole cake and frosting into the mixer and tried my hand at cake balls. I decided to make large balls and cover them with yogurt bark mixed with yellow food coloring, and small balls covered with melted chocolate. I froze them for a while and then stuck them together with toothpicks to make fireflies—did you recognize what they were?? As I was rolling up the messy chocolate balls and putting them on a cookie sheet, I laughed to myself that they looked like poop balls! Michael REALLY wanted me to leave them that way—he said it would be the best.party.ever. for the 9 year old boys if they were served poop balls! Maybe next year…. 🙂

So this is a classic example of making lemonade when you are served lemons! (or firefly butts when your cake falls apart!) Oh, and the salt shakers were the containers to put the fireflies in. They all had a great time!


Suzanne Completes her Master’s Degree

After a long journey, Suzanne wrote her master’s thesis this past year and graduated from the Seminary at Lincoln Christian University a few weeks ago. Two local news outlets, Lincoln Daily News and The Courier, published stories about it. Her degree is in biblical studies and her thesis was entitled “God’s Heart for the Fatherless,” a study of biblical texts on God’s perspective on caring for the orphans and widows. It’s quite good–you should read it. You can email either me or Suz and we’ll send you a PDF copy.

Congratulations to Suz–she’s worked hard to earn this and has done a terrific job.

Erin’s Birthday

Erin celebrated her 11th birthday with a slumber party and friends old and new this year. No special themes, just a chance to hang out, have fun, and lose some sleep.

Maura’s Birthday

Getting caught up on posting some photos–here are a few from Maura’s birthday back in April. She had, of course, a princess theme and invited several of her fellow princesses over for some princessy fun.

Aidan’s Birthday

I am not reflecting on today, Aidan’s fifth birthday, in the way I am accustomed to remembering my children’s birthdays. Usually, I think about the hospital stay on the day of their birth, the visitors and doctors, the screaming squishy face that gets gently handed to me, and the solemn quietness at some point where my baby and I just study each other. There is much joy in those memories.

Obviously, I know nothing of Aidan’s birth, except that there were probably no doctors and maybe not even many visitors. There may have been more grief than joy because his birth mom worried how she was going to care for him alone. I do know, from meeting her, that she lost friends that day because many deserted her in her shame of having a child with no husband. Adding a child to her life made her more alone than ever.

I also know it probably wasn’t five years ago today that Aidan was born. Our dentist believes Aidan is at least 6 1/2, maybe even almost 7 years old—the same as Maura. But the adoption specialist says she rarely recommends changing birth dates because children from other countries have so much to catch up on. So Aidan will start Kindergarten in the fall as a 5-year-old/6-year-old, which will not be much different than the rest of his class.

So though Aidan is not actually 5 today, there are two things I am reflecting on today. One is that I do know that exactly one year ago today (which is probably how Aidan got his official birthday), Aidan and Eva’s birth mom did the most unselfish thing any mom could do. She put her two beautiful children’s needs ahead of her own and brought them to the court to ask that they be given to someone who could care for them as she no longer could. There are many other choices she could have made that day, but she chose life for her two children. She had no idea where they would go and had to trust in her God that he would be true to His Word and take care of the fatherless. After our brief conversation with this beautiful lady (through two translators), we could tell that a huge burden had been lifted from her. She finally smiled and knew in her heart that she had made the right decision, and her shame was lifted. She knew that she had made the most courageous decision of her life, and those who shamed her could not take that away from her. She knew that her children would be well taken care of and loved and have a chance in life.

The second reflection is that though it is not Aidan’s actual fifth birthday, it is his first birthday celebration! The first time friends gathered around him, the first time he opened more presents than he could count, the first time he was embarrassed as people sang Happy Birthday to him, and probably the first time he’s had a family who celebrated his birth. I pray we all grow closer and closer together as God works out the sometimes painful, but beautiful, process of grafting us together.

Here are a few pictures of Aidan’s special day:








Eva’s First Birthday

Life has pretty much gotten away from us, at least when it comes to updating this site. Michael is back at work (after being on sabbatical last fall) and Suzanne is working hard to finish her master’s thesis. Oh—and we have five kids here now. But we did celebrate a milestone today: Eva’s first birthday. Our friend Emmary brought over two of her children, Ella and Eli, to join in some fun with Eva and Aidan. Later this evening, Eva shared her cake with the family. Here are a few photos from the day.