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The Chaos Reigns
"If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that our lives belong to each other." - Mother Teresa

Friday, October 9, 2015

You Know You Have a Child in an Immersion Program When...

The Keyboard Struggle
You get on the computer and start typing. Your document is suddenly full of Mandarin characters. Your 6th grader can never remember to turn the Mandarin keyboard off.  Grrr.

The "I Can Count to 100 Game."
This is when your kindergartner wants to demonstrate for you repeatedly that they can count to 100 in this new language. They want your full attention. And, if they get to number 86 and you suddenly lose eye contact because some other child has just seriously injured themselves ..... well, you just lost 86 seconds of your life because they are starting over again from number one. And, guess what? The demonstration of this new language counting talent never gets old.

The "Mom, What is this Word in Chinese Game?"
If you don't know the language, you are never going to win this game. And, it is no fun to play. Your kindergartner states, "Mom, do you know what Yan means?" You have to start guessing. Um. Dinner. No. Apple. No. Light. No. Car. No.  OK. Now they are frustrated. You patiently remind them you do not know Mandarin. They yell back "YES you do" (The concept of you knowing less than them in anything completely frightens them. They refuse to believe it.). So, they start yelling, "WHAT DOES YAN MEAN?" Your 3rd grader sees you are struggling. She starts jumping up and down behind your kindergartner in a game of charades to help you out. She is now blinking her eyes vigorously. You start guessing again. "Blink. No. Eyelashes. No. Crazed lunatic. No. Eyes. Yes Mom, Eye." Sigh of relief, you are in the clear. All is better. But, now it is time for round 2. "Mom, do you know what Ma means?" This game is exhausting.

The Older Sibling Helper. 
I always thought this was going to be awesome. The older sibling who knows the language who can finally help. Oh boy. Nope. Not. At. All. Correction of the language by an older sibling is never appreciated or welcome. Especially Mandarin tones. Ouch. Never taken well.
In the car driving, your son whines, "Mom, I don't want to use the restroom at school. Big sister, "Is it because you don't know how to say, I need to use the restroom in Chinese. I can teach you." She starts saying it in Mandarin. Interrupted by a screaming fit by her brother, "I KNOW HOW TO SAY IT. YOU DON'T HAVE TO TELL MEEEEE." Yes. Help in the language is never welcome by any sibling.

The Ravenous Child. 
They come into the kitchen after you put them to bed and state they are starving. Your children are ravenous. They won't stop eating. You are not imagining the uptake in food consumption. Research shows children burn more calories in immersion programs because their brains are working harder through-out the school day.

The Atrocious Speller. 
Your 3rd grader who just started English spells every 3rd word in her sentences incorrectly. You try to remain patient with the constant spelling errors.You proofread her homework, and you get to the word CUNCLOOSHUN. You ask her what this word is. She responds with "conclusion." Oh. You are impressed with her phonic skills. But, you don't panic because your 6th grader's English is just fine.

The Homework Help. 
"Mom, I don't know what this says." You look down at a paper full of Mandarin characters you cannot understand. You point to the first question. "Read this to me." She responds with something in Mandarin which sounds like this....  "Chi, something, something (something is for the character they don't know), ba, gu, something, something, san. Oh, now I know." They right down Mandarin characters. Next question,"Read this to me." You get through the whole document this way. It ends with "Thanks Mom." You respond with, "Oh, I am so glad I could be of help."

The Personal Translator.
You are in China. You ask the hotel receptionist if they speak English because your children are mortified if you even attempt to speak Mandarin. The receptionist responds with "Yes." But, quickly into the conversation you realize they do not speak English. You run and get your personal translator. You tell them your child speaks Mandarin and can help. They smile humoring you. Your child begins to speak perfect Mandarin. They fall over in their chair.

That my friend is Priceless.

Saturday, August 15, 2015


So it turns out, it is hard to find time to blog these days managing my crew of seven.

Operating in pure survival mode here.

But, it is time to dust off the old blog and get back to it.

So, number 7 is here. Craziness. 

How did this happen? A little over two years ago, we only had 4 kids. Now we are up to seven. I've barely had time to keep up with all the changes.

Growing up I thought maybe 3 kids ...4 max.  Never 5. I grew up with 5 siblings. I knew better. Lol

Seven. Not even on the radar,

But, here we are. Beautiful, messy, nutty of a family of 9.

I get asked so many times when people find out how many kids I have...
"Wow, you must really like children?"  Hmm.

Actually no.

I really prefer the company of adults.

Seriously, do you understand what insane behavior I deal with on a daily basis from 3 little people? When your 4 year old tries to push his 4 year old sister off the toilet mid stream because he cannot wait 2 minutes for his turn. Blood curdling screams come from the bathroom. When you gently tell him to wait his turn, he then runs to his room, slams his door and screams at the top of his lungs. Then, his sister politely comes to tell him she is done, and he responds with "Oh thanks" and acts like nothing transpired. Hmm. Most adults do not behave this way. I like adults

The other question I get asked often is "You must be a really good Mother?"  Um...No. God always chooses the broken and the incapable to do such things. I would fit that bill.
Trust me, when I only had 2 kids, I thought this parenting gig was really hard. I am absolutely no more capable of Motherhood than any other Mom out there.  Do you learn wisdom with having this many kids?….Sure.  But, this wisdom is more like…

Don't ever attempt a Pinterest inspired birthday party unless you want to spend days stressed and yelling at your children
Keep food in the kitchen
Make kids clean up their messes.
And, yes...four year olds are capable of chores. You just have to really lower your standards.

Sorry, no magic "fix your kids" wisdom here. I do damage control.

One thing I have learned is we definitely don't live in a society that is accepting of big families. Dealing with people's negative reactions is always a cross you bear when you have say more than 3 kids. Even 3 kids makes people uncomfortable these days. Especially, the overpopulation people. Those people are just plain angry at you. The best response is to just confirm their suspicion and tell them that these children really are part of my plan to take over the world.

Sometimes after you get over the shock and awe, sometimes you hear confessions that are very heart wrenching and you just want to give the person a hug. The "I really wished we had more kids type confession." Like you are finally a safe person to understand why they would have wanted to have more. You are the one person who wouldn't have judged them if they went for three. BTW, these confessions come mostly from men.

There are also those lovely people who make beautiful comments about our family. They lift you up. Thank you for what you are doing. Those people rock. 

But don't go thinking we have things beautifully under control.

So, how are we adjusting to life with seven? Well, baby Michael has made quite the impact on our family.

While I was bracing myself for a big negative reaction from Jude and Gia...due to obvious loss of Mommy time. I have been in shock and awe with their unexpected transformation. After Michael's arrival, people would ask me how they were doing and I would answer "good." But, the more I thought about it, the more I realized, "No actually, they are doing better....much better."

Who knew having a baby sibling would be exactly what they needed?

I have a few theories about why this is. It could be one, all, or none of the following...

Theory 1: They are now a big brother and a big sister to a new baby in the family. This gives them a new title and role...solidifying their place in the family.
Theory 2: The mere presence of a baby has had a healing affect on them. Mickey's presence is calming.
Theory 3: Watching me take care of Michael is allowing them to attach to me. It makes my role as Mother more approachable. 
Theory 4: All that oxytocin from breastfeeding is making me solfter. Lol. However, I think the lack of sleep and inability to drink coffee (makes Michael colicky) negates any benefit of oxytocin.
Theory 5: They both have a warped sense of what the beginning stages of infant care looks like from living in an institution (in their subconscious), and watching me with Michael has reversed that.

I do know that all my kids embrace the big family. They are already asking for more...just like after the adoption. 

The whole pregnancy and birth of Michael has brought up many questions from Jude and Gia and has opened the doors for talks about their birth parents.

One day at lunch Molly was talking about how she also grew in my tummy like Michael. Jude responded with, "And, I grew in Mom's tummy too."  Molly corrected, "Jude you grew in your birth Mom's tummy in China." Jude wanted verification right away....Moomm, is that right, did I grow in my birth mom's tummy not yours."

"Yes Jude, you grew in her tummy."

Jude:"But, what happened to me. Where did I live?" 

"You lived in the orphanage and then with a foster mom until we were able to bring you and Gia home."

Jude:"But, mom. If you weren't there, who protected us? Who protected me?"

This of course broke my heart. Hearing the concern in his voice, and I could really sense he understood how vulnerable he once was.

Although we talk frankly about their birth parents the kids still make up stories with me as the birth Mom. Right after we discussed how to Gia was born from her birth Mom in China. Literally, five minutes later, Gia then proclaimed, "When I was a baby, I  grew in your tummy and when I was ready to come out, Daddy went to the hospital to help get me out. When I came home from the hospital, I was so little and so cute and everyone was so happy to meet baby Gia." 

So, we keep trying.

Joel had the sweetest reaction to his new brother. At the hospital, he had tears in his eyes when he saw Michael for the first time. When I asked him if he wanted to hold him, he said no. He was the only one who did not want a turn holding the baby,  Then, when we brought him home for the first time, he told me he was ready. I asked him why he didn't want to hold him in the hospital. He explained it was because he was a afraid he would hurt him.... which is very sweet coming from rough and tumble Joel.

While he was holding Michael he asked me ... "Mom, when I get older, will I have a baby like Michael... Except the girl I will marry will have the baby?"

"Yes Joel, you can be a Dad one day."

"Mom, having a baby like Michael would make me really happy."

Michael is our little angel.... mending all these hearts.

But, honestly, after such a hard adoption, the heart I believe he is mending the most is mine.

Monday, August 25, 2014

A Day of Firsts...

Let's start with me. :)

First time Mom gets a break in about 18 months...

I thought this day would never come. I have 6 kids in school!!!

First day of kindergarten for Joel. He is now with his big sisters.

First day of middle school for Emma. I now have a 6th grader.
First year of learning Spanish. She gets to start one hour of Spanish immersion everyday. She is pumped to add another language.

First year of English for Caroline. Her first 3 years of schooling have only been taught in Mandarin. She adds one hour of English everyday this year. We have really let the language immersion model take its course and have resisted doing any English tutoring up to this point. She is nervous, but excited.

First day of preschool for the high demand crew!

I feel like we have been preparing for this day for Jude and Gigi for the last year and a half. Our family has made some big sacrifices, so I could be home full time for attachment reasons. Having them start school this fall was a big goal of mine, and they are ready. Or, should I say.... I am ready. :)

Jude and Gia both were placed into a great special education program close to home. Molly just got into the class off the wait list a few days ago. Such a huge blessing. I am so grateful the 3 of them are all in the same class.

The 3 of them will be an interesting dynamic. I am sure they will be bossing each other around and fighting the whole time. I am not too concerned because I won't be there. :) We only had one incident today where Gia took a toy away from Jude, and he went shrieking after her.

Today parents were allowed to stay in the classroom for the transition. Tomorrow will be the true test. Drop off day!

And, this little guy didn't dare try to start school without drama. Yesterday his big brother lovingly pushed him into the corner of our entertainment cabinet.

First time I have a preschooler starting school with 10 stitches in their head.

Joel said to me today, "So Mom, when you drop the kids off at preschool, there will be no kids home at all. What are you going to do? You will be like Grandma and Grandpa." 

First time I have had all my kids in school without a baby at home. 

I have got 3 months to enjoy this before baby #7 arrives in November.

And, this little guy... My little one who has always despised school and had his Mother stressed for months about our choice to put him in full day Mandarin kindergarten.

The verdict: He came home and said he loved it! He announced...way better than his last school. He can't wait to go back.

I can't believe I have 6 kids in only 2 schools. I feel so blessed. I am incredibly grateful for the high quality public education my kids receive from their schools. 

God is good.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Layers of the Onion- Part 5 {Behavior}

So let's talk behavior....

So, I didn't see the perfect storm of parenting challenges coming. I am not sure why because it was somewhat obvious what was about to happen. I already had 4 kids and had fair experience with the terrible 2s. But, for some reason necessary warning sirens were not going off in my head. Let's paint the obvious picture here..we were about to adopt 2 toddlers who were about turn 2 with no ability to understand or speak English combined with some not so familiar post institutional and trauma behavior that we had zero experience with handling. Plus, on top of that, as a new adoptive parent, I had zero attachment to these children (you maybe attached to an idea of them...but not actually them), and suddenly you are supposed to be this loving, patience, kind, parent ad midst all their crazy behavior and try to begin to attach to a couple of toddlers who treat you like they actually hate you. (Of course, out of fear from past trauma.)

Yes, I was preparing for it to be hard. But, what I did not register was the fact that my current experience was with biological children. By the time one of my bio kids was about to turn 2, I had already laid 2 solid years of attachment to this now suddenly defiant, difficult child. Although the behaviors pushed my buttons, it was never to the point that I cared more about the behavior than the child. Not only that, but you would be surprised by just how much your 2 year old has learned about your home, boundaries, and family expectations in their 1st 2 years of life. And, most importantly, this newly defiant 2 year old is still giving you sweet positive feedback through-out your day to fill you up between their challenging outburst.
Adopting a 2 year old was a completely different set of circumstances (because all of the above was missing.....  For Jude and Gia,  there was no attachment to me, no cognitive understanding of boundaries, no positive feedback.) Jude and Gia came to us as very unhappy kids and stayed unhappy for many months after we brought them home.

And, on top of these difficult set of circumstances, Mom is the target. 

Let's face it, a child who has lost a birth Mom has a significant wound with a mother figure. (not that Dad's not important...of course he is. They lost a birth father too) But, for young babies, the bond is usually first with the mother and that bond was severely broken. They have been wounded by this mother figure. And, now your the new mother figure. So, adopted Mom starts out of the gate with a disadvantage and sometimes even the source of the child's hurt and anger.

Now, this "mom is the target" state may vary dramatically between adopted children and probably depends upon whether they have had positive or negative experience with their post loss nannies and caregivers. If they have had more negative experiences with these mother figures. (i.e. nannies or foster Mom), I have read they will typically attach to the father first. Sometimes, they have had zero interactions with men, so it is a safer to have a relationship to him.

What also I have learned is a child with past trauma and neglect (i.e. Gia) will replay negative reactions with former caregivers over and over again even though the new caregiver is not hurting or harming them and is treating them quite lovingly. For example, Gia would scream like she was being tortured whenever we changed her diaper, wiped her nose, or asked her to do something that was very reasonable. Gia constantly gave me the "you are hurting and being mean to me" face even though I was being quite loving. And, over time these negative reaction start to mess with you psychologically. There is a term in dealing with traumatized children called Compassion Fatigue, when the behavior has been going on for so long that you have hit your tolerance to continue being compassionate. Another possible scenario is Secondary Trauma... your traumatized child has now traumatized you.  Let's just say I have probably dealt with some level of both of these in the last year. It has been very tough to bring in a child home who was not taken care of at his or her orphanage.

I have learned behavior wise their our 3 different categories of behavior for a child adopted from an institution:

  • Post institutional behavior (basically behavior a child has developed that was effective in an institutional environment, but now far from effective or welcome in a family setting.) This post institutional behavior will change over time with new expectations. 
  • Institutional autism (a child demonstrates behaviors similar to autistic children.) Although the cause is very different than autism. For the majority of cases,  the autistic behavior will also go away with time once placed in a family setting. A small percentage of children will however keep this autistic like behavior for a variety of reasons and not out grow it even in a positive home environment.
  • Attachment disorders. (superficially engaging "charming behavior", affectionate with strangers, lack of affection toward parents, poor impulses, cognitive delays, abnormal eating, speech and sleep patterns.) These behaviors will go away if they can successfully attach to new adopted Mom and Dad.

Gia struggled with all 3 categories. Jude definitely displayed lots of post institutional behavior.

So, what were our strategies? Well, I am not sure how we would have ever managed to get through this first year of challenging behavior without Gia's weekly behavior therapist who came to our house. I had never heard of such a therapist before our adoption.  (We sadly had to say goodbye to her when Gigi turned 3 and was no longer eligible for the program.)  I think the woman at our early childhood service placement program had sympathy on our plight when she heard about the behaviors we were dealing with at home, and found us a great special education therapist to work with for Gia.

Every week, I would bombard Gigi's therapist when she arrived with my latest "How do I make this behavior stop" topic. I couldn't possibly go through all the scenarios we worked through together on this post...but I will hit on a few big topics.

Topic 1: Negative Reactions....

One thing that drove me crazy was these overblown negative emotional reactions to simple "you need to go use the potty."  This is the reaction I would typically get from Gia on a  simple request such as this...

Gia's response: "By asking me to go potty, you are asking me to be banished to the other end of the earth forever".

Can I say exhausting.

So, they technique her behavior therapist had me implement was a strategy called Behavior Momentum. The approach was designed for defiant children (for Gia's case, her response is more of an emotional one not a defiant one), but the therapist said the strategy to change the cycle of behavior would be the same.

So, I would start by giving Gia request for things she was about to do. This was to condition her brain to accept request from adults without the emotional reaction. For example, if Gia was on her way to sit in a chair to eat lunch, right before she sits I would insert a request "Gia, can you sit in the chair? And respond with, "Oh good listening, good sitting in your chair."  Or she was about to start coloring with a crayon. Right before her crayon hits the paper I would say, "Gia, can you draw with the crayon? Oh good listening...good drawing with the crayon."  This approach begins to trick her brain into compliance to accepting request without the negative emotional response.  She is about to do the task...she wants to do the task.... she won't negatively protest the insertion of the request.

I saw a huge decrease in her negative reactions after a few weeks of conditioning her brain with this strategy. This definitely took some time and energy. But, I really think it helped her to begin break a cycle of negative reactions she brought home with her.

Topic 2: Gia's Shrieking....

Shrieking was Gigi's primary form of communication for a very long time. Day and night. So, I needed a strategy to change this as quickly as possible retain my sanity.

First, the strategy her therapist had me try was to never reward the shrieking. For example, if Jude took a toy from Gia, not to rescue to her from the situation (i.e. make Jude give the toy back) until she gave the appropriate response. (I realized I had been rescuing my younger sibling screamers for about 10 years now.) Note to self: stop being that parent.

These were her recommended steps...

Step 1:
First, this meant having her her sign "my turn" (this was prior to Gia having any language) before I would assist in asking Jude to give the toy back.

Step 2:
Once she became more verbal,  I moved to modeling the word "my turn" and asking her to repeat it. I then verbally rewarded her for using her words, and I would assist in getting her toy back.

Step 3:
Once she could pulled the language needed on her own, when Gia shrieked, it changed to me only silently tapping my lips with my finger as a visual cue for her to use her words. Once Gigi gave the appropriate response, I would follow with verbal reward and assistance.

But for months, even when we were finally to the point of me only needing to finger tap as her cue to stop, she would still still shriek as her first response to any negative situation.

I had hit my compassion fatigue point for this shrieking, and I couldn't take it anymore. I spoke to her therapist about options. I guess usually the child will finally stop the behavior on their own when you have hit the silent visual cue stage...but not Gia (she has more severe cognitive challenges with learning simple tasks).

Since Gia could demonstrate over and over again what they the appropriate response was when visually cued, the therapist said "I was time to render the shriek completely powerless."

Her therapist reminded me that for a child who has spent any time in an institution that negative attention was just as rewarding to them as positive attention. (attention is attention) Some kids who have spent time in neglectful institutions are actually addicted to negative attention for a very long time afterwards. So, never give negative attention for bad behavior. Also, my intervening  (even with just a visual cue) was giving her wanted attention for shrieking, so we needed to slightly change the approach.

So, this was the "render the shriek powerless" game plan.  

Let's stick with the toy is taken away form Gia scenario because it is easy to describe....Jude takes a toy from Gia. Gia begins shrieking.

This was the plan...
I don't respond at all, but I move close to the kids, so they know I'm present and watching them. ( if they know I was watching, they were less likely to beat the crap out of each other.)  Shrieking ensues, I do nothing.  If I hear an an appropriate response (words) at some point  like "my turn", I then respond by saying "Good using your words, Gia do you need help?"  But, if nothing appropriate is said (just lots of shrieking by both parties, I do nothing and I wait until the screaming is over (even it take 15 minutes or more) When it is quiet, I then move over and motion Gia's arm to a tap me on the shoulder. And, then respond with, "Oh Gia, do you need help?"

When I first heard of the plan, I thought my house is going to be WWIII.  It is going to be a painful week, but I was willing to try anything.  I was desperate. Her therapist reminded me behavior tends to get worse before it gets better, so persevere in the plan.

And, oh my goodness, did it work!! Within, days Gigi stopped her shrieking as her primary tool.

OK. maybe not completely gone, but think a 90% decrease. She figured out pretty fast it was no longer effective. ( I was amazed.)  For Jude, it took a lot many still going on, not days. But seriously, this was a God sent approach for Gia.

Topic 3: Stranger Danger

So, Gia had been home 15 months and still had no stranger danger. And, this was with Dave and myself as Gia's primary caregivers 99% of time. She still approached unfamiliar men to hold her in the park. She sat on random Mom's laps at the pool. It seriously creeped me out.  This of course had me panicked over scary diagnoses like RAD (Reactive Attachment Disorder).  But, my attachment therapist told me not to panic and diagnose yet. Gia is making good progress, and it may just take her longer to attach because her neglect in the orphanage was more severe than the typical adopted child.  Healthy attachment is still possible with time and patience.

So, her behavior therapist made her a behavior book. Her therapist made Gia many behavior books over the past year that were highly effective in changing her orphanage habits and having Gia cognitively process and understand expectations.

She thought this was something Gigi probably needed to be taught at this point since she was not developing a normal stranger anxiety on her own.  And, Gia spent 2 years of that behavior being normal and acceptable in an orphanage.

The theme of the book was... Only family and friends can hold us and we wave "Hi" to  strangers. We cannot sit on strangers laps.

So, I started reading this book to her, and I have seen a huge decrease in Gia going to strangers.  Whenever we go out, we talk about the difference between a stranger and a friend. I point to people in the park, and ask her, "Is she a friend or a stranger? Can we sit on their lap? She still struggles to answers these question correctly. But, she is now much more cautious around people she does not know. So, we are seeing a steady improvement.

So, the summary here is I thought our life would never be normal again with the institutional behavior Jude and Gigi brought home. But, they are proof it is possible to make significant progress in tackling these behaviors. In the case for my kids, professional help was needed to get things back on track and find a healthy normal. Since their behavior challenges were so extreme, I needed someone to help me compartmentalize the challenges and tackle them one by one. And, since I am a type A person, I always do better, and I'm more successful with a game plan.

Now that their behavior has improved, I think the biggest challenge for me is to drop the negative lens in which I can sometimes continue to view them because they are not the same kids we brought home over a year ago.

Are we there yet? No. We are still working on things like impulse control and listening. But, when I look at their progress in the last year, I am utterly amazed. Pre-school next fall will add more challenges, but also more ways for them both to grow.

Cheers to better behavior.

Monday, July 7, 2014

Happy 4th and Happy Birthday to Gigi

Dear Gigi,

You are now three, which means we now have 3 three year olds under one roof. The three toddlers are still the high demand crew. 

You are a very different child than you were a year ago. I have seen you blossom and grow in more ways than I ever thought was possible.

We have been working on counting to 3 together. You sometimes can master it, but most of the time you say "one, two, seven", and you proudly announce that you are seven years old.  So, happy 7th!

You are a chatter box. You don't know a lot of phrases, but the ones you do know you repeat them over and over again to start or continue any conversation. You are quite the social girl.

Very recently, you started to put sentences together. I have been shocked by this new explosion of language. You have had such a limited vocabulary for so long. It is amazing considering you only had 1 sound "ma" when we brought you home 15 months ago.

You are a giggle machine. You love to be silly. When you are acting crazy and the kids laugh at you, you always respond by saying, "I am not funny" in a mad voice, and then smile and say, "I'm silly."

You still get an extreme sad face whenever I have to tell you "no", but you can pull things together and move on very quickly. You rarely scream anymore (which is a miracle) except when someone touches one of your birthday presents, and you are now very good at using your words. Whenever Jude gets in trouble you will say things in a proper voice like, : "I am not screaming" "Gigi is sharing" basically the opposite of whatever Jude is getting in trouble for. I am not quite sure you are the angel you are portraying yourself to be in these moments. :)

You are getting an attitude. We have to do a lot of "do overs" to correct your tone of voice.  I'm not sure where you might of picked the attitude up from. Lol. I think I need to start working on my tone.

You love sweets. When I asked you what type of birthday you wanted you replied with "chocolate." I clarified and said, "Do you want a Dora, Bubble Guppies, or a Frozen birthday party?" And, you still responded with "chocolate party." Your brain was fixed on the cake part.

We still call you both Gia or Gigi, but you prefer Gigi. Whenever anyone asks you what your name is, you always respond with "Gigi"...never Gia.

You are still very bouncy and are always moving, but you are able to control your body so much more than you could a year ago.

You love the pool, and we have spent a lot of time there this summer. Once you get in the water, you always tell me "Gigi like it. Gigi happy." You are also getting very brave in the water with your floaties. You love to float on your black, jump off the side, and swoop with your head under the water. Your water fear is definitely gone.

You finally sleep...although sleep is definitely not your favorite past times (you would rather run like a wild child until you pass out). You have made amazingly strides in this area. I am so grateful we have finally tackled the chronic insomnia and night terrors. Sleep has made a positive difference in your entire personality and mood. (and your Mom's)

You have shot up like a weed. You are now the same height as Molly (who is 9 months older). I think it might be from all those iron supplements we had to give you for your sleep apnea.

You will start part-time preschool in the fall.  I am excited for this new chapter for you. Since you are so social, I am thinking you are going to love the social aspect of school.

Happy 3rd birthday Gigi. I can't wait to see the changes the next year will bring. We love you!!

4th of July in pictures....

 celebrating birthdays with cousins

Friday, June 13, 2014

Happy Birthday Jude!

This week we celebrated Jude's birthday....

Happy Birthday Jude!! You have been home now for 15 months.

You are a eager to be independent and try everything yourself. You are always copying whatever you see me doing, and you are constantly asking me if you can help me.... cooking, cleaning, opening the car door, laundry, anything!! It is very sweet.

If anyone makes a mess, you are the first to assist in cleaning it up. You are the 1st 3 year old I have ever met who is eager and loves to clean.

You are still a Daddy's boy. You have always loved and still do love your Daddy best.

You always want to be in the center of everything even when the activity is too overwhelming for you.

You are still very sensitive. You are physically tough.  If you get hurt, you at times do not even make a sound. But, if someone takes a toy or a sibling yells at you, you become overwhelmingly upset.

You do not like to be corrected.  If anyone corrects you, you get a very mad face, and you huff away.

You also have a hard time when things don't go your way. You can shut down and pout for hours.

Big brother Joel loves to tease you. Whenever he does, you scream at the top of your lungs. I keep trying to teach you to use your words, because it is a very fun game for Joel to get a screaming reaction from you. :)

You are physically strong. The climbing wall at the park. No problem. You've got it mastered. You love to play soccer, but still have a hard time playing because you want to hoard the ball. We haven't dropped that hoarding instinct. Once we were in music class and the instructor got out the balls, you wanted to play catch with me but had 2 balls in your arms.  I told you had to put the balls down if you wanted to play catch. But, instead you sat on both of them (so no one could take them from you). You are a smart boy. You were able to problem solve to get your hands free, but not let go of hoarding those balls.

Eating is still your favorite past time. We are still blown away by how much you eat. You definitely can out eat your Dad, which is a talent.

You are mastering English. You are already talking in sentences despite only being exposed to English for a year.

You are a heart breaker and a charmer. You have the sweetest smile and dimples on any kid I have ever seen. And, great thick wavy hair like your Dad.

Happy third birthday buddy!  We love you!