As promised to Joannah, here is my post about our boxer, Lily....As I mentioned in my post called "Friendships", it's my friend Stasia who is responsible for us falling in love with boxers. Her boxer is one of the best behaved dogs I have ever met and Matt and I watched her on numerous occasion when Stasia and her family went on vacation. Stasia always warned us to never go look at boxer puppies, because we would not be able to walk away without one. She was right.
In July of 2002, 4 months after being DTC for Jazzie and while taking a walk, we saw a gentleman walking two boxers in our old neighborhood. It was obvious that the female just had puppies, so we approached the gentlemand and we found out that the female had just given birth to 8 puppies. He invited us to come and "look at them" (uh oh!). We did and fell in love with one little puppy who was laying off to the side, sleeping. I picked her up and she was so cute; I could not put her down. That was it, we were sold. Lily came home with us that day; she was eight weeks old. After we got Jazzie's referral, we realized that we got Lily on the same day that Jazzie was born...
Here I am with my first baby:
I wasn't sure how Lily would react to us bringing a new baby home. I don't know why I worried. Lily had grown up to be a very well behaved and accepting dog. When Jazzie came home, Lily accepted her right away. She never, ever showed any kind of aggression to her and was very kind, patient and gentle. I remember when Jazzie was little, she had crawled over to Lily, grabbed her ear and was biting on it. Lily just stayed where she was, not doing anything...Lily and Jazzie grew to be buddies. Wherever Jazzie was, Lily was there as well; always by her side...
Then I wondered how Lily would react to another child when we were ready to bring Tahlia home. I felt bad that Lily had slid down the totem pole a bit already after Jazzie came home. Lily was my only baby for quite a while and after Jazzie came home, she definitely didn't get as much attention as she did when it was just her...However, Lily accepted Tahlia immediately as well, even though Tahlia wasn't sure about Lily when they first met. Here is a picture of Tahlia first laying eyes on Lily:
Her fear didn't last long. She quickly learned that Lily is as gently as can be:
Lily remains a great pal to our girls. She likes to be in the playroom when the girls are playing there. Just tonight Lily got adorned with some beautiful jewelry. Lily loves to play outside with the girls and chase them around the yard. Her favorite thing is going to the woods. Lily is non-aggressive, almost to a fault. The only time I have ever seen her show any aggression is when another dog knocked Jazzie over. Sometimes I wish she would stand up for herself a little bit when other dogs try to be dominant, but it is better this way than the other way around. The girls love her, tease her, they like to feed her, walk her and groom her. Boxers are great with kids, a wonderful family dog. We are so glad that Lily joined our family and is such a great playmate for our girls. We all love our Lily Lou...
Ever since we have been home with Jazzie, I've put up a small tree in addition to our main tree at Christmas time. I decorate the small tree with ornaments that we bought in China in honor of our girls' birth parents. Last year when Jazzie helped me decorate our "China Tree", I told her we were hanging the ornaments in honor of her and Tahlia's birth parents and she promptly dropped her ornaments and told me "No!". When I asked her why not, she responded: "Because I am home now"...It was so sweet. However, when I told her what we were doing this year, she responded: "I like that!"... Here are a couple of pictures of Jazzie and Tahlia by their "China Tree":
And some of them by our main tree:
Being goofy for mom's camera:
And here is a picture of Jazzie from last year after she told me she was home now...
You sure are, sweetie...
Every year I just love taking all the Christmas ornaments out of the box. I love it because each ornament has a special meaning behind it. I always try to buy an ornament on every vacation and for every special occasion. I write the date on the back of the ornament with a Sharpie, and with every ornament I take out, I take a stroll down Memory Lane. Here are just a few of my favorites:
Hallmark came out with an Adoption Keepsake Ornament a few years ago. After only the second one in a series, they stopped producing them :-( This was the first one:
In 1998, Matt and I went to Hawaii for our honeymoon:
Jazzie's first Christmas home. I was so excited to finally buy one of these:
The year that Laura died, our niece Andee got these ornaments for everyone in the family. The ornament looks so much like her. Also, Laura loved to dance:
A little toy car that belonged to Matt when he was a child:
Family vacation to Disney World:
In 2001, Matt and I took a trip out West. We visited Utah, Arizona, New Mexico and Colorado. We rented a convertible and cruised around the beautiful scenery. We visited Santa Fe, Arches National Park, Moab and Sedona; just to name a few. In Sedona, we visited the Chapel of the Holy Cross, a chapel built high into the red rocks. I am not a very religious person, but I could most definitely feel a presence of a higher power in that chapel. It was amazing and I have never forgotten it.
We bought LOTS of these ornaments while we were in China. They make great teacher's gifts, neighbor gifts, etc. I recommend buying these by the box full. They are pretty and inexpensive:
March 19, 2004 - I became an American citizen:
I love coffee...nuff said:
I also love to cook:
In 2000, we witnessed the Space Shuttle Discovery lift off. It was amazing:
Jazzie was born in the year of the horse. We have one of these zodiac ornaments for all of us:
Last year we moved into our wonderful new house where we are making memories with our two beautiful girls:
These are just a few of our ornaments. So, what is in your tree???
The girls and I put up the tree this weekend. I know it's early; this is the earliest I have ever done it. However, we have a couple of busy weekends coming up, including a visit with Jazzie's orphanage sisters; we are so excited about this! So, since this past weekend was a nice and quiet one, we decided to go ahead and get the tree up. The girls had a lot of fun helping...
This morning we packed up the girls and headed out to take the annual Christmas picture of the kids. Why is it so hard to take a good picture of all the kids? Cera and Alex were fine; Cera looks great in almost all the pictures - she is very photogenic. Tahlia did okay at first, but then got tired (and hot). Jazzie was alright, but would often stare into space and not look at me and smile. In a way I wish that I had taken Jazzie's glasses off for the pictures. I had a lot of trouble with glare and with her glasses blocking her eyes. On the other hand, this is who Jazzie is now, so I left her as she is...We took pictures of the kids, daddy and the kids, just the girls, mommy and the girls, etc. Here are just some of the 500+ pictures I took today:
The girls and their "bro":
Dad and the girls:
Cera, Alex, Jazzie and Tahlia:
Mom and her girls:
All six of us:
...to bring you some pictures from last year. Joannah asked me talk about our boxer some. So, while searching for some pictures of the girls with the dog, I came across these pictures. This was so funny (a true story), so I wanted to share them here...My story about Lily will be coming some time in the next few days...
Following are some pictures from today. I know there are a lot more pictures of Tahlia than of Jazzie. Jazzie has such a pretty smile, but every time she sees me with the camera, she makes a goofy face, a fake smile or she turns around and asks me to take a picture of her bottom - I'm not kidding...
First, here is a picture of a cowboy and Indian that Jazzie made at school in honor of Thanksgiving:
When asked why the pilgrim had his mouth open, Jazzie responded: "Because he is yawning". When asked why the Indian was sad, Jazzie responded: "He was sad because the pilgrims ate all the turkey. Sometimes this kid just cracks me up!
Getting ready for a late afternoon walk:
"Hey, take a picture of my buns, mom"!
Tahlia overlooking the construction in the neighborhood:
I just love Talley's smile. This girl makes me laugh, too. Jazzie likes to joke around by calling me "maw" at times. When she does, I turn around and tell her: "Don't you call me maw!!!" Jazzie just laughs and laughs and thinks it's the funniest thing. Of course Tahlia wants to be part of the fun and she tries to say the same thing. However, it comes out as "moth". She is too cute....
"OK, mom - that's enough; put the lens cap back on!"
With Thanksgiving being right around the corner, I have been thinking about all the things I am thankful for. Of course on the top of the list are a wonderful husband, wonderful kids and a great family. But I also have some wonderful friends. Over the years I have made some great friends who are very important in my life. A lot of friends have moved away to different states, but remain a part of my life.
Cath - Cath is originally from England. Cath and I became friends because we have a lot in common: our European heritage; an appreciation for cooking and good food; a love for coffee. We spent many, many hours just talking over coffee - talking about everything. I get her and she gets me completely. A few years ago Cath was pregnant with her second son. I didn't think we could become any closer, but we did when she asked me to be present at the birth of her son. That was one of the most amazing experiences of my life. I will never forget it and I am forever thankful to Cath for letting me part of such a personal experience. Cath moved to Florida several years ago, but we remain close and she is the first person I call when I need to talk to someone. Cath, I love you and I miss you. Even with the physical distance between us, no friend is closer to me than you.
Stasia - I became friends with Stasia when I overheard her talking to her children in Dutch. Of course my ears perked up and I immediately approached her. We became friends instantly. Stasia's husband traveled quite a bit and since I was single at the time, we had a lot of dinners together. It was so nice to be able to talk Dutch to someone. We talked about the things we missed about Holland and the things we liked about the U.S. And usually we talked over coffee. She was the one who taught me to enjoy a good glass of wine and port (and a few other concoctions)...Stasia also has the most amazing and well behaved dog. Because of her boxer, Matt and I fell in love with the breed and that is the reason that Lily is now a part of our family. Stasia moved to California a few years ago, but we continue to talk on the phone and exchange e-mails. Stasia, I miss your "tell it like it is, no nonsense" attitude. I could use some good pointers now that I have these girls!!"
Melanie - Melanie is the wife of one of Matt's former co-workers. Melanie is just different; unlike any other woman I know. She is a great artist (see some of her work here). We would go out for coffee (hmm..do you see a pattern of friends and coffee here??) or the four of us would get together for dinner. Speaking of patterns: Melanie and her husband moved away as well. They moved to Utah and when they did, Matt and I bought the house they were living in and we started our family there. Melanie, even though we don't talk a lot, I think about you a lot and still get a good chuckle out of the "intuition log".
Marjon - My very loyal childhood friend. Even though she remains in Holland and I am here, we remain friends. We have gone through similar experiences at the same time like getting married and having children. We keep in contact through phone calls and e-mail. Whenever we visit Holland and I see her again, it is just like no time has gone by and we pick up right where we left of. Marjon has also gone through some really hard times and it was so difficult for me not to be there when she lost her mom and when her first daughter died at birth. Marjon, ik mis je vriendschap maar ik weet dat je er altijd voor me zal zijn en ik voor jou.
Katie - Katie and I became friends while we were DTC for Jazzie. We belonged to the same DTC Group and realized we lived only miles from each other! Now we both have two girls and live even closer since Matt and I moved last year. We get together for play dates, family pizza nights, Gotcha Day celebrations, shopping trips, etc. Just this past weekend Katie and I got together for our second "Mom's night out". We went to the Chinese restaurant where we first met and afterwards went out for what else? Coffee...Katie, I am so glad we are friends. It is so nice to talk to someone who knows the ups and downs of being a stay-at-home mom. What makes it even better is that our husbands and our girls get along as well!
Tammie - Tammie and I never actually met in person. We both belonged to the February 2002 Waiting Hearts DTC Yahoo Group. Even then I felt a close connection to Tammie. She was the one who was our group cheer leader; she always commented on everyone's posts; she rejoiced when other people's referrals came before hers. Imagine my excitement when we got Tahlia's referral and we found out that she is from the same orphanage as Tammie's daughter Erin. To this day Tammie is always there to cheer me up and give me encouragement. Tammie, I feel we are kindred spirits. I truly hope that we can meet in person one day. Something tells me we would talk and laugh for hours and hours.
There are many other friends I am thankful for. My CKP friends, Linda, Pam, Brenda and others...you know who you are: THANK YOU for your friendship.
I was in the laundry room folding some laundry and all of a sudden I realized that I wasn't hearing the girls. It was way, way too quiet. You know that can only mean one thing, right? I immediately got my camera so that I could take a picture of whatever they were getting into. I tiptoed around the house so that I could catch them in the act...
Here is what I found:
They were being perfect angels, just coloring together....Bad mommy for assuming they were doing something they aren't supposed to!!!!
Six years ago today, we lost Laura. I will never forget how Matt fell to his knees when we heard the news and I will never forget the pain and agonizing of that day. However, I will also never forget the outpouring of love we received from friends and family and from people that we didn't even know.
But today I would like to remember Laura's beautiful smile, how much she loved to dance, how she loved to help in the kitchen, how she loved any kind of fruit, how her favorite color was purple, how much she loved her friends, how much she loved her family and how much we love her.....
In the words of Christopher Cross from the song "Think of Laura":
"A friend of a friend, a friend to the end; that's the kind of girl she was.
Taken away so young; taken away, without warning...
When you think of Laura, laugh, don't cry; I know she'd want it that way..."
I am stuck in bed today after having had my varicose vein procedure yesterday. I am in more pain than I thought I would be, but with my Vicodin, I am doing just fine ;-) So I was trying to think about what to blog about today. Matt left earlier this morning to take the girls to the Children's Museum. Jazzie is off school today, so the girls are having a special day with daddy, while I am in bed reading all my magazines, watching t.v., catching up with my favorite blogs, drinking some tea, etc...I am enjoying this little break from being a mom.
I started wandering about what I was doing on this day last year, and the year before that, and the year before that....So, I went through all my digital pictures that are on my computer. They go back to 2002, the year we bought our first digital camera. So here are pictures taken on this day; November 15, from the past 4 years, starting with 2002, 8 months after being DTC for Jazzie:
A friend of mine just forwarded me a link to a story about students at Gallaudet University (Washington D.C. University for the Deaf) protesting the appointment of Jane Fernandes as school president. As the Washington Post put it, the real objections had to do with Fernandes's vision for Gallaudet: a diverse place "that would welcome all sorts of deaf and hard-of-hearing people" and would help "more and more deaf people to function in the hearing world."
That vision ran afoul of the protesters' vision of a "university that celebrates what they call Deaf (with a capital D) culture and prescribes American Sign Language as the only acceptable medium of communication . . . " According to this ideology, "deafness is not something that needs to be fixed," it is an identity. This ideology is why many of the protesters pointed to Fernandes's speaking and lip-reading as evidence that she wasn't "deaf enough" for the job. It's why they were suspicious of her embrace of new technologies that would help the hearing-impaired function in the larger society. And it's why one faculty member compared cochlear implants, which enable deaf children to hear, to "genocide."
WOW!!! Genocide??? That is a pretty strong statement. I mean, I know this issue of cochlear implants is controversial, but I have never, ever heard anyone compare it to genocide. It makes me sad to think that Jazzie will have to deal with negative statements from the deaf community. Especially since the decision to get her an implant was ours, and not hers. Reading things like these once again makes me realize that we need to prepare and educate her, so that she can deal with statements like the one above. I want her to be able to stand up for herself and for who she is. I don't ever want her to feel bad, ashamed or guilty for having a cochlear implant. It makes me wonder what life will be like for Jazzie when she gets older. Where does she belong? Where will she think she belongs? I suppose with the number of children receiving cochlear implants increasing so rapidly, they will build their own community; not deaf, not hearing...
I honestly do not completely understand the strong opposition to cochlear implants. I think I understand some of it, but the emotions this topic evokes within the deaf community are so strong, that I would like to learn more. If there are any hearing impaired people reading this blog, I invite you to comment below on this issue or e-mail me.
Since I am at a total loss as to what to blog about today, I thought I would mention a few things about myself that you may not be aware of (depending on how well you know me in real life, of course). Please feel free to add comments and or questions!
I was born and raised in The Netherlands. I moved to the States when I was 22 (14 years ago).
At this point, my English is better than my Dutch.
However, I still do math in Dutch.
I dip my french fries in mayonnaise (I know it may sound gross, but that is the Dutch in me).
I am a Libra.
My favorite color is burgundy.
I can laugh until I cry about stuff that happened years and years ago. Just ask Matt (remember when I bit your lip, babe??).
Matt and I were referred twins from Guatemala, but the birth mother changed her mind. This was before we adopted Tahlia.
I used to be a personal chef. I still LOVE to cook by the way.
Matt and I were both born in the year of the Dog.
I love to listen to disco when I clean.
I love to listen to country when I drive.
Matt and I eloped.
My car is a Honda Odyssey. I never thought I would drive a minivan; I mean, how suburban is that?? But I love it!
I am a neat freak and have to have things organized. I have thought about becoming a professional organizer. I think I would be good at it.
I always have fresh flowers in my kitchen.
My favorite places to shop are Target and Gymboree (these places are also my downfall).
My favorite movie is Grease. I have seen it a million times.
I haven't worn shorts in years because I have these hideous varicose veins on my legs. Not only are they hideous, they are also painful. I am getting them surgically removed on Tuesday. I was told it would be a simple procedure, but yesterday I got prescriptions in the mail that I need to have filled before my procedure: Vicodin and Valium....Hmmm, doesn't sound so minor to me anymore!
First of all, I'm sorry about the look of the blog changing all the time. I am still trying to figure out how I want things to look and the banner issue is really driving me crazy! Anyway, here are some pictures from today. Tahlia is fanatic about washing her hands after she goes on the potty. Now if we can only get Jazzie to be this conscientious about it!
One thing Jazzie is fanatic about are her crafts. This is what typically happens when we come home from school; Jazzie goes straight to her art box and takes over the table until it is time for dinner:
This past weekend Cera and Jazzie built a little foam house together. Jazzie was very excited about it and proudly displayed it in the kitchen. On Tuesday however, Tahlia got a hold of it and completely ruined it. When Jazzie came home and asked me where the house was, I braced myself for a total melt down once I told her that Tahlia ruined it. Instead, Jazzie very calmly said: "Okay, she can do that".
Don't let the sweet, innocent face fool you. Tahlia can be T.R.O.U.B.L.E.! My wonderful husband gave me a wonderful luxury yesterday. He took Tahlia and picked Jazzie up from school so that I could go grocery shopping!! Grocery shopping by myself. It was great...Shopping with Jazzie was never a problem. She always sat very nicely in the cart as I made my way around the store. Tahlia on the other hand, is a different story. Let me tell you what a typical trip to the grocery store involves:
First, we must get one of those special grocery carts that has a car attached to it. And it must be yellow. It doesn't matter if the yellow cart is clear in the back, I need to push and shove carts around, until we get to the yellow one. Trust me, she will not sit in any other color if she sees the yellow one is available. Then she has to buckle the seat belt herself. Never mind that she has pinched her finger a dozen times doing it, she still insists on "Tahya do".
Then, as we are making our way up and down the isles, she will point at everything, asking: "That??" And so I push the cart while saying the names of all the items that we are passing. Of course she will not sit inside the cart the entire time. No, no...after several minutes she decides she wants to walk. Then instead of pointing at everything, she will take everything off the shelves and ask me what it is. Will she put it back when I ask her to? No, of course not! She will either throw it in our cart, or she will wait until I am almost close enough to take it out of her hands and then throw it across the isle. Aaaah, fun times. If she sees anything related to chocolate, cookies, or candy, she will ask me to open it because she wants to "try this". When I tell her no and tell her to put it back, she will once again throw it across the isle. She also likes to "help" with putting items in the cart. I have had several loaves of bread smashed and packages of crackers broken, because Tahlia will all of a sudden throw a can of soup or anything that she can get her hands on, into the cart. This is how we make our way to the check out, with Tahlia getting in and out of the cart about 30 times.
When we finally get to the check out, she wants to help by putting things on the belt. Does she care that she is too short to place heavy items on there? Of course not, she once again insists on doing it herself. I try hard to put the heavier items on myself, before she can get to them, so there will be no tantrum because she wanted to do it. Usually the person behind me is very nice and just smiles or even laughs at the situation, but every once in a while, there is that person that gives me that look: "Can't you control your child???" Let's not forget that at the check out they usually have candy, gum and mints at eye level for little ones like Tahlia, so often I come home with gum or a candy bar that I didn't even know I bought.
One of the final hurdles are the pony rides that are right there after I pay for my stuff. They are only a penny, so Tahlia always gets to ride them. It shouldn't be much of a problem, but it is when you have an independent child who wants to put the penny in herself, but who can barely reach. We have had many pennies roll away with me scrambling after them because Tahlia misses the slot. We finally make it to the car and then she wants to sit in the back seat of the van so that she can watch me load the groceries. Once she is in the back, she thinks it is the funniest thing that I can't get to her, so she refuses to come back to the middle seat where her car seat is. So, often I have to climb in the back to get her. Then we come home and I still have to unload the groceries and put them away, with Tahlia "helping" me, of course.
Thanks babe, for enabling me to go to the grocery store by myself. It was wonderful and relaxing, too!
Sorry everyone, but I changed my blog to how it was. At least for now...With my new settings, I was having the hardest time figuring out the new sizes for pictures, the size of the text box, etc. I was getting so frustrated, so for now I am back to where I was until I figure out this upgraded Typepad.
Here are some pictures from this past weekend. What do you when Sissy comes over and it is too cold to play outside??? You play with dried beans, of course!!!
"What, you've never put your head in a bowl of dried beans???"
"Standing it the beans is kind of a nice feeling..."
"You just get beans stuck in your toes!"
That's my Jazz...completely lost in her own little world, sitting quietly in a corner, looking at books. She will sit like this forever. Whether she is looking at books, doing a craft, building with blocks or drawing, she has the biggest attention span ever. I think I may have mentioned it on this blog before, but when Jazzie and I flew to Europe to see my family, she sat in a chair by herself, putting stickers on paper for most of the 8 hour flight (yes, I brought tons of stickers!). She has always been this way. I attribute it partly to the fact that she is deaf. She spent the first year of her life in complete silence, so I guess she had to go within herself to get stimulated. Her referral information stated that "she liked listening to music". We even have a picture of Jazzie which was taken with the disposable camera that we sent to the SWI. In the picture she is sitting in a chair, with a boom box behind her and she is "listening" to music. Of course we now know she wasn't hearing anything at the time. I can only assume she sat there, just daydreaming the time away. I often wonder what it is like for her to have this cochlear implant. She is not really a hearing person, but she is not really a deaf person either. Where does she belong? Most of the time I don't even think of her as being deaf. She can hear me and she talks to me. But then there are times when it is obvious she is deaf. Like at bedtime and her cochlear implant comes off. I was laying in bed with Jazzie tonight. These days she likes to snuggle for a few minutes before I go back downstairs. As I was laying there with her, I became aware of all the noises I was hearing: the heat blowing, Matt rinsing dishes downstairs, Tahlia's music in the other room, noises outside; and I started to wonder what it must be like to go from hearing to complete silence. I know this is all Jazzie knows and she doesn't seem to be bothered that she can't hear at night. I have heard of people with implants who actually enjoy the silence after a busy, loud and stimulating day, but I still wonder what all this is like for her.
Jazzie has been extremely whiny these days. I have started to think that maybe it has something to do with all the changes that she has been subjected to lately. First, she got her glasses. Second, she got her new processor. It is wonderful, but Jazzie lost a part of herself that had been with her from the time she was 16 months old. She hears a little bit differently with this new processor, and her brain has to learn to process it. Then she gets an eye patch and her brain has to adjust to that as well. I wonder if everything together is maybe a little bit too much for her. We just dump all of this on her and expect her to be okay with it all, go on with her daily life and act completely normal. If I put myself in her place, I'm sure I would need time to adjust and not feel like myself. I guess Jazzie has not been acting like herself, because she is not her old self...In the course of only two months, two of her senses have changed completely: the way she hears and the way she sees.
It is not always easy to deal with the whining, especially if it is day after day, but I think I better cut her some slack.
Jazzie, I am so sorry I have not been more patient with you. I love you so much and I think you are the bravest little person I know. I am so proud of you for all of your hard work and facing your challenges without complaining. Mommy could learn a thing or two from you...
I received this picture from someone who traveled to Yangchun a few months before we did. It is most definitely Tahlia...She just looks so sad standing there waiting for her mommy and daddy to come and get her. Hopefully Jodi and Julie will be able to get their girls soon. Congratulations again, ladies!
This eye patch is so MUCH better for Jazzie than that other one. She actually kept it on all day at school yesterday and in the evening she was building with lego's, looking at books and playing with her flash cards and did not complain once about not being able to see...
Jazzie is happy, so mommy is happy!
I have been walking around with a tooth ache for almost a week. It's not really a tooth ache, more like a gum ache, right where my wisdom tooth is. Obviously I need to call the dentist. The last time I needed a serious dental procedure was when I got a root canal just days before Matt and I went on our honeymoon to Hawaii. While there, I bit into a macademia nut and I can still the feel the pain as I am typing this. To this day I cannot eat a macademia nut without being reminded of the pain. The moral of the story: Do not go for a root canal right before your honeymoon!
I used to shop quite a bit at Gymboree (still do, just not at much). I love their clothes and I think the quality is great. However, paying $45 for a pair of pants is just ridiculous! I don't even pay that for my own pants! So I always buy their clothes on sale. However, I just saw this cute line and I simply must have some for the girls.
Why is it that right after I clean our bathroom, Matt decides that he simply must shave that day and I end up with hair all over the newly cleaned counter?
I love it when Jazzie "reads" to Tahlia. I like how Talley is sitting on Jazzie's lap. Here they are reading this little book that I bought when we were in China adopting Jazzie. So we've had it for a while. I don't know what it is about this little book, but both girls love it. It is written in Chinese and English and is about this little panda that is painting. The words are so simple and kind of silly ("With the red paint, Qiqi can paint red things, with the green paint, Qiqi can paint green things", etc.). Again, not sure why they like this book so much, but they do.
Have I ever mentioned how much I love reality t.v.?? Much to Matt's dismay. He doesn't watch a whole lot of t.v., but he has been watching Heroes; not exactly a show for me. I am more into Dancing with the Stars, Survivor, American Idol, etc. You name it, I love them all. So when I saw this, imagine my excitement! A reality show about my favorite movie!!!! Surprise babe! Another show to add to my list :-)
I found a different eye patch for Jazzie. A girl at Jazzie's school actually has an eye patch and it was her mom who recommended these patches to me. Not only do they come in cute little girlie designs, they also don't allow Jazzie to "cheat", they do not hurt or irritate her skin and she tolerates them much better than her other one.
I could get things done a LOT faster if Tahlia wouldn't insist on doing everything herself: putting on shoes and trying to tie them, climb in her carseat and try to fasten her own seatbelt, open any kind of door, walking up the steps, put a bow in her hair, push a grocery cart; the list goes on and on. I know it's great that she is so independent, but come on, when we are running for late for Jazzie's school, it would be so much easier and faster if she would let me put her shoes on, lift her in her carseat, walk her to school and open the heavy door by myself!!!!!
Somebody please tell me that whining is part of any typical 4 year old's day. I mean, every single day Jazzie just whines about everything. I know she is exhausted when she comes home from school, but the whining is driving me crazy!!! Luckily, she also makes me laugh. After trick-or-treating last night Jazzie informed me that she did not want me to put her candy in the pantry. "Where do you suggest I put it then, Jazzie?" Her response: "In my room". Haha, I don't think so!