When it Rains, It Pours

Some summer vacation nuggets to pass the time:

-It feels like the weather here has gone back and forth between pouring rain and scorching hot and humid. If this is what climate change is going to do to the Midwest, I am going to take my toys and go…well, somewhere with better weather.

-Today, we found out that L has a gaping hole in one of her molars.  A molar that was just fine in May when we visited the dentist.  Apparently, a filling fell out (or was cracked out by all the sucker and/or gum chomping she does) and in less than two weeks since I first noticed a brown spot on her tooth about a quarter of the tooth is gone.  She will now have a lovely silver princess tooth (crown).  Awesome.

-Next week, M is going to have her own dental procedure (fillings, extractions) which will cost in the neighborhood of $400.

-Did I mention this is a no-spending month for us while we try to pay off the last bits of our China trip?  Between the $650 on dental work and $400 on car repairs this month, the no-spending month is not helping the trip payments at all.   All this avoiding of Target is getting me nowhere.

-Have I mentioned yet that summer vacation is killing me slowly?

-Thanks a lot! I made it into the top 25 on the voting thing!

-M went to a friend’s house today and it appears she and her friend made the incredibly bad choice of dumping baby powder all over her friend’s sibling’s room.  I haven’t decided exactly what logical punishment is most appropriate for that bad judgement.  Should she write an essay of apology? Clean my dirty basement?  I don’t know.  The friend’s mom wouldn’t let me pick her up early or make her clean up the mess there herself (because the girls would have entirely too much fun playing in the mess while cleaning).

 

 

M’s Essay

Today, M was particularly frustrated with L.  This resulted in the usual squabbling, but at the end of it, M made a spitting sound at L.  She didn’t actually spit, but still, totally unacceptable.

M is completely unfazed by time outs, time in her room or grounding from various privileges, so instead I made her write an essay on the topic of “Why we treat our family as good as our friends.”

This is what M wrote:  (typed by me because M chose to write some of it in cursive, which is somewhat illegible.  Spelling errors are M’s, not mine.)

We treat our family as good as our friends because we love our family.  Families love each other and spend time together.  Adopted or not, all families should be treated the same.  We treat our family good because we don’t want to break the trust between each other.  Sometimes there are two dads in a family, or two moms.  Some children are born alone and some are born together.  If they are, there are triptuplets, quadruplets, sixtuplets and fiftuplets.  THere are grandmas or nana, babbus, and so on.  There are grandpas, or papas and so on.  THere are aunts, uncles, sisters, brothers, coisens, husbands and wifes.  There are babies, children, teens and grown-ups.  Some people are adopted.  That means you take someone an other person can’t take care of. Then they become part of your family.  You can’t spit at another person in your family because you want to be nice to your family, and spitting isn’t nice.  All families get sad, happy and angry.  It is pirfecly fine to feel that way.  It is great to have a family.

 

M has never written an essay before, but I can see she has inherited my ability to fill space with useless information when you don’t have enough to say.  I believe she felt she answered the question in her first sentence, but then added a second  concluding sentence on the topic way at the end.  All the rest? Filler.  That’s my girl.

Ps. You can vote for me more than once!

Tremendous

We are slogging through all our end of the school year obligations.  This week, M has two concerts.  A 2nd grade concert and an elementary school chorus concert.

M called my mom to invite her to the concerts. My mom wisely decided to attend only one of the two.   She asked M “Which one should I go to?”

M replied, “I can’t really say, Nana. They will both be tremendous.”

It won’t be long before my sweet girl might lose that boundless enthusiasm and replace it with teenage surliness.  She already shrugs off my hugs when other kids are around.  I can see my baby melting away as she gets taller and lankier.

I am not someone who spends a lot of time feeling mushy about the passing of time, but tonight, watching my no-longer-so-little girl playing the glockenspiel, I could feel the years rushing past us.  This parenting, gig, it is something else.


Speshul Snowflakes

I was going to write an interesting blog post, but instead I spent my entire evening getting stuff together for M’s “star of the week” project.

And when I say “M’s project” apparently what I really mean is MY project.

But lest we decide to do a crappy job on this very important project, there is the guilt factor to consider.  As the handout says:

“Self-esteem is a crucial building block; the foundation of one’s self-image.  Make this a memorable opportunity for your child to shine!”

Translation:

If you do a bad job,  your kid will be embarrassed. If you make a crappy poster, you will have no one to blame but yourself when your child is a self-hating teenage rebel with no friends.

And so I am spending all night printing out pictures that will help create a poster that will give M “a chance to feel terrific”!!!

What is it like?

We have been in China for about two weeks now.  Mr. A and I have been to a number of the places we visited before, so the stuff in China hasn’t been too thrilling, but there are still some things that have taken me by surprise.

I was hoping the girls would enthusiastically practice their Chinese.  Shockingly, L (who is a very reluctant Chinese student at home) has been trying to use Chinese left and right.  More often with us than with Chinese people we meet, but she is even trying to string together some sentences.  Yesterday she said “Wo hao chi! Wo hen hao chi!” which isn’t exactly grammatically correct, but her meaning was understood.  (Meaning being I like to eat this! Yum!)

On the other end of the spectrum is M, who actually has decent elementary Chinese comprehension.  She wouldn’t speak at all the first two weeks because she realized how little Chinese she actually knows and she can’t put together what she really wants to say.  She is a perfectionist in general and apparently Chinese is no exception.  She is embarrassed to try and make mistakes.  In the last couple days, she has ventured a few test uses of Chinese which were well received by locals, so she is maybe warming up a little.

When we are out and about as a family, we garner little attention (in the select environments of Beijing, Shanghai and half-foreigner Yangshuo).  When we are out as a family, some people will check us out and then look closely at the girls.  M is clearly mixed, but L confuses the heck out of people.  People will point and say “M looks like Mrs. and L looks Chinese!” , but that doesn’t happen too often.  It happens much less than I expected.

In addition to the comparison between L and M issue, L also gets the most attention because:

A) chinese people really like little kids and are very kind to them

B) L is very cute, especially when bundled up in a hundred layers of clothing in the cold and

C) she speaks english which they seem to find adorable and highly amusing.

People especially like it when she is throwing a bit of a snit.  Stomping and yelling in english is apparently the cutest thing people have ever seen in their entire lives.  (Honestly, I think tiny kids speaking other languages are also pretty adorable so I can understand that feeling.  And to defend L who rarely throws fits in public at home, she is much more likely to be hungry/tired/overstimulated here because we are out so much.  And also, she is four.)

When just L and I are out, oh, the gawking.  One guy almost wrecked his moped trying to figure us out.   People can’t help but ask if L is Chinese if only I am with her.  On two different occasions, I tested telling people that L was adopted (Ta shi lingyangde haizi) and I did not like the response.  Both times, it led to much whispering, pointing and discussion with other bystanders.  It also led to many pitying looks for L, nasty comments about countryside people and thanking us for adopting her.  I tried to do a little education, but it was barely worth the effort.  The whole scene was very awkward and not something I want to repeat, if possible.  Especially not when L is within earshot.

I am now following Mr. A’s tactic of pretending we don’t notice that they are noticing.  If out alone with L, I will say in Chinese “Her father is Chinese. ”  Actually, I say “my husband is overseas chinese” which is not a phrase L can understand (wode xiansheng shi meiji huaren) . Better that little white lie than subjecting L to more weirdness about adopted kids.

Certainly, sometimes people who don’t ask must  guess that L is adopted or wonder about the crazy genetics in which a laowai would spit out a totally Chinese looking kid, but beyond mentioning that the girls look like different parents we haven’t had much of an issue about it.   If they figure out she is adopted, they probably assume we are handling it the Chinese way and would never admit it out loud or to strangers anyway.

One exception was a very nice ayi at a store in Yangshuo.  We were looking to buy slippers for each of us and she took a special shine to L.  She kept bringing her more and more slippers to try and L was stubbornly refusing to like the ones that fit her feet.  She was making stubborn faces and refusing the slippers and the ayi was saying how cute she was.  Then she turned to us and said, “Thank you so much for adopting her.  I am so happy she has a family.”  She did the prayer hands at us and fawned over L some more.  Then she hugged and kissed M and told her she was very pretty too.   (And then she went on to discuss the fact that M has an unfortunate foreigner nose, which M fortunately didn’t hear!)

L has noticed people looking at her from time to time.  She will say “Why is everyone looking at me?!?” and “STOP LOOKING AT ME!”   But usually, this happens when she is being saucy and they are looking at her because she is creating a bit of a scene as much as anything else.  Maybe she has noticed some lingering glances when she isn’t pissed off and is venting then too.

I have tried to have a conversation a few times here with L, explaining that people notice that she looks Chinese while I do not because she was adopted from China and didn’t grow in my tummy (her words, despite my repeated attempts to get her to say uterus).  She seems completely uninterested in the whole idea of me not looking Chinese or the fact that Chinese people have an ethnic look or that *she* looks Chinese.  I really thought seeing all these Chinese people in China would help her have some comprehension about it, but so far, no go.

M, on the other hand, is disappointed to not be garnering more attention.  When we were last in China, she was 4 (the age L is now) and she was the star of the show.  Now that she is older, people don’t seem to be so interested or think she is so cute.  She is a little jealous that people are more likely to fawn over L.

I know this is not the most coherent post and it might sound like I am trying to sweep the issue under the rug, but the fact is it is a mixed bag.  I am doing my best to read the girls’ concerns over the attention we do get, but for the most part, I think no one is suffering too much so far.