Yeah, so there’s been a bit of a blogging drought going on over here, I know. When you work for a church the pre-Easter season tends to be VERY crazy. By the time I get home, do homework time, cook, help get the kids put to bed I am pretty much emotionally and creatively spent. Countless times I’ve gotten as far as the WordPress log in page only to find that I just didn’t have it in me.
But lest you think there is some big trauma going on I felt I should give you some updates on the kiddos…
The previous food issues have GREATLY improved. I’m not cooking quite everything that was on my normal meal rotation – I would say maybe 90% of it. We’ve had some major accomplishements in that I’ve gotten them to eat yellow corn (previously it was only white corn allowed), and cooked carrots. I don’t think I’ve tried peas yet (Mark doesn’t like them either) but other than that the only veggie they really don’t care for is green beans. But they will eat a small spoonful…w/ lots of Berbere. I actually think Beza tries to swallow them whole. I also served chili the other night (hamburger plus 3 kinds of beans). It got an initial questionable look (but no finger wag) but they ended up eating 2 bowls each and Beza even tried some cheese on the top of hers and liked it. (They claim to hate cheese and don’t believe us that there is cheese on the pizza they love so much.) Dinner time no longer seems like such a chore which is great.
They are both doing really well in school. Their biggest struggle is with reading comprehension which is to be expected. Wendemagegn and Noah’s class has to write a small report and do a presentation and it is kind of a struggle for him but we’ll do the best we can.
We did find out today that we brought a stowaway home from Ethiopia. That’s right, finally got around to doing the routinely-recommended stool samples and they did find parasites. Only one child’s test is back but we suspect we will find it in both. Good news is that it is just 3 days of meds…supposedly. I just realized that I wonder if I have to redo the stool samples to see if it’s gone. Hm, do not look forward to that. (Somehow as the “puke parent” I also got voted the “poop parent”.)
We had a kind of rough week last week with some grieving issues with Beza – had about 3 or 4 nights in a row with quite a bit of tears. She gets herself pretty worked up. Dad seems to do a really good job of getting her to take deep breaths and get calmed down so she can go to sleep. A few of the nights it seems she is missing Ethiopian Grammy and her dog. One night it was about her friend (whose name she could not remember but Wendemagegn was willing to supply). I’m sure at times it feels like all these new places and people are pushing the other ones out of her head.
We’ve also had our fair share of “drama issues” as I call them. Tonight for example I was telling the girls the story of Queen Esther. Natalie started to tell it with me and Beza said “Not Natalie, just mom.” Well a couple times Natalie jumped in for a bit in her excitement and Beza proceeded to get kind of snippy with her and then she began to pout. I had finished the story and it was time for prayers but Beza declared she did not want to pray. I pushed for a bit to see why and she said because she was angry (which the fact that we are starting to be able to verbalize this stuff is great). Natalie (who was sitting on my lap on the floor) whispered to me “Mom, I think you should go talk to her.”
Well then Beza got upset that Natalie was “talking about her” and hid her face in her lap and REFUSED to look at me. I told her that to the contrary, Natalie was being nice. Natalie even apologized for whispering but she would have none of it. Nothing would convince her that Natalie was not being mean. She finally said “I don’t want to talk in home anymore. I don’t want to laugh. I don’t want to hear.” There wasn’t really any reasoning with her at that point so I made Natalie get in bed during which time Beza crawled UNDER her covers and wrapped them over her head. When I poked my head in to whisper “I love you” she was not a happy camper. Hopefully it will all be past in the morning. Otherwise she’s going to have an interesting time.