Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Discussing Future Spouses

As we were driving this morning, I was listening in on the following conversation behind me:

Y: "Hey Sintay, who are you gonna marry?"
S: "I marry Lightning!"
Y: "You can't, because Lightning is a boy, and you have to marry a girl!" (Interesting that there's no mention of the fact that Lightning is a cartoon car, but hey, at least we've got the gender thing down.)
S: "I am too marry Lightning. I like Lightning! Don't you even fink about it....saying not! I AM marry Lightning!"
Y: "But he's a BOY!! You have to marry a girl!"
Y: "Well, that's just dumb. I will marry a girl, not a car that's a boy. I already know who it's gonna be too."
S: "Zoe?" (The girl on Y's online class who he thinks has a "nice voice.")
Y: "Nope! It's someone who was a visitor at our church on Sunday!"
Me: "Aquinnah?"
Y: (beaming) "Yep! That's the one!"
Me: "So you're giving up on Zoe?"
Y: "Did you really think I was always going to like Zoe? I've never even seen her for Heaven sake!"
Me: "Why Aquinnah? Because she's cute?"
Y: "No!"
Me: "Because she draws well?" (They sat together in church on Sunday and drew pictures for each other.)
Y: "No! It's because she is P-E-R-I-T-Y!"
Me: "I already asked if it's because she's cute."
Y: "She's pretty, not cute! Cute and pretty are the opposite of each other, don't you know that?"
Me: "I didn't know that...."
Y: "Hey! Maybe I could be married to Zoe AND Aquinnah! Then I could have one wife with a really nice voice and one wife who is pretty!" (Ah....the fickleness of youth...)
Me: "Sorry, but no you can't. That's against the law, and God says it's a really bad idea. Besides, fortunately for everyone, you don't really have to decide who you will marry when you're only 6. We've got a good long time before we need to make these decisions."
Y: "But I just want to get a job and get married, fer I can start inventing things and get famous."
Me: "But why would you need to be married for that? You could have a job without being married."
Y: "But I would want to have someone pretty to look at when I come home from work!"

(Later in the day, after spending some time at my scrapbooking table, he proudly showed me this and informed me that it was him and Aquinnah.)

And....this is the kind of post for which he will completely hate me in a few years! :-)


Thursday, April 18, 2013

A Year Ago...

One year ago today, we met our Sintay for the first time! I already posted about our experience that day here, but at that time I wasn't allowed to share photos of his cute little face. Here are a few more photos from that first day together.
Here he comes!

 First "hug" (sort of!) from brother. S was not about to get "his" book too close to another little person!

Not too sure about this guy...

Once Yikealo handed him a sucker, he let me pick him up.

Me and my boys....together at last!

He liked it when I held him, so I did it quite a lot!

He wasn't so sure about David holding him....he would put up with it for a very short time before whimpering.

He was so happy most of the time, although he did not speak any words that week....now that we know him, that was SERIOUSLY unusual behavior! This kiddo talks constantly!


Playing in the courtyard of Hannah's Hope.

My cute little boys.

It's hard to believe that it's only been a year. I can barely remember what life was like without our crazy, loud, smiley, full-of-life Sintayehu. It's so much fun to look back at these memories and realize just how far God has brought our family in the last 12 months! Almost every day he'll beam up at us and say, "I love Mommy, I love Daddy, I love Kahlo! I like my famwee!" We love you too, little guy!

Monday, April 15, 2013

How Time Flies....

We attended our niece Jana's wedding this weekend. When David and I got married, she and her big sister Julie looked like this:

How is it possible that we have been married long enough that these two little blond girls now look like this?:

It's completely mind-boggling to me, and it's no wonder that I am feeling very old on this Monday morning! :-)

Overall, we had a lovely weekend celebrating with family and friends. The wedding was beautiful, and Jana married a wonderful young man named Tim, whom we welcome to the family with open arms.
Jana and Tim are both finishing their last year of pharmacy school at Ohio Northern University, and are about begin pharmaceutical residencies in the state of Minnesota, where Tim's family lives. Tim has lived in our basement for the better part of the last two weeks, as they finalized their wedding plans, and we have enjoyed getting to know him a little better. My boys were completely obsessed with him, but that's another post for another time!

My youngest brother, Seth, is also graduating from pharmacy school at ONU next month and was an invited to the wedding, so we had the pleasure of spending time with his family this weekend as well. Our kiddos are close in age, and they love to be together. I treasure the time that my boys have with cousins.

As I look at the photos from the weekend, I am struck by the never-slowing march of time. Right now, my little family looks like this:

Our days are filled with teaching letters and numbers, riding bikes up and down our street, reading picture books, interrupting fights over toys and refilling sippy cups with milk. Some days feel like they go on forever, and yet the weeks and months are flying by. Before we know it, if time stands, our family will have reached this stage:

or this one:

and we'll be here:

at our granddaughter's wedding, wondering how in the world we have arrived at this place so quickly?

Today, I am reminding myself to enjoy my precious little boys, even during their not-so-precious moments, because they won't be here for much longer.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Life With Little Boys

One of the online learning games in Yikealo’s Phonics class makes a distinctive sound if he gets an answer wrong. On one particular day, Sintayehu was playing with cars out in the hallway when the computer sounded off on one of Yikealo’s misspelled words. Sintay immediately piped up in a firm voice, “Tay appension, Kahlo!”

One day the boys were crashing around the house, jumping off of furniture, and making some crazy ninja moves, all while shouting, “Yikealo-bunga!” Just so you know, guys…..I’m pretty sure it used to be “Cowabunga.”

We get all kinds of random questions from the back seat whenever we're in the van. A couple days ago Yikealo asked, "Hey Mom, what if Dad couldn't see or hear, and what if he didn't have any arms or legs?" I responded with something like, "My gracious! That would be pretty hard, wouldn't it?" to which Yikealo replied, "Yeah...because he couldn't even go to the arcade with me at Disney!" Obviously, that WOULD be the worst of it.

We found a toy of Yikealo’s that had been broken, and Sintay was quick to inform us that, “Dolphin did it.”

On another day, he was staging quite a battle between a couple of his toys, a dinosaur and a rescue hero. When I heard him shouting “Tupid!”, I informed him that he was not allowed to say “stupid.” He hurriedly set me straight, “I DINT! Dinosaur did it!”

When I asked him to please take his hands out of his pants, he tried to tell me, “I dint! It was Kahlo!”

We were getting ready to pull Yikealo’s crazily angled loose front tooth, and Yikealo was nearly beside himself with excitement. He looked at me gleefully and pronounced, “Mom, I am going to be JUST SO CUTE!!” Later that day, he asked David if the tooth fairy was pretty. David responded that she was very pretty, but “not beautiful, like your Mom.” Ummmm….I’m pretty sure that’s called being deceitful, Dear.

At the library one morning, I made the mistake of complimenting Sintay on his good behavior. For weeks afterward, whenever I told him to stop doing something or mentioned that his attitude was not very good, he would respond, “No! Nuh bood boy, liberry!” (His way of saying, “You said I was a good boy at the Library!)

Along those same lines, whenever we tell him to go potty before bed, he complains, "I alweady did...last night!"

While shopping in a large department store, I pushed Sintayehu’s stroller down an aisle of women’s dresses. He pointed at every one we passed and deemed it, “Yummy”, “Yucky”, or “Uh-TUCK-ting!” (disgusting.) He was pretty clear on his tastes: almost everything was found wanting except for three or four sleeveless, color-blocked sheathes, all of which were declared, “Yummy!”

On the way to work one morning, Yikealo, who had been riding quietly behind me, suddenly announced, “Mom, I have a really bad idea. What if it was the law that if you burped while you were on your way to work, you would get fired? Even James would have to get fired if he burped.” (James, for those of you who don’t know him, is my brother-in-law and the president of our corporation, and is much beloved by my boys for his belching abilities.) I asked how anyone would know if you had burped in your own car, and he said, “Because that would be the first question that you would have to answer when you got to work. If you said yes, then you’d have to go home again because you had broken the law.” Where does he come up with this stuff?

Earlier this week, we were eating lunch at a restaurant. Across the room, someone sneezed, and Sintayehu immediately turned around and shouted, "HEY! Say 'cuse me!!" Right....this from the child who tries to see how many times he can burp after every time he takes a drink.

I was exclaiming about how warm the boys’ hands were one snowy day on our way to work. When I mentioned that mine were freezing, Y gave the following suggestion for warming them, “Well, if only we were a robot family, but we had people hands, we could sleep like this: we could have a bed that was made of 2000 cushions and you could climb up a ladder fer you could sleep on the top, and then you could stretch your arms down fer you could put them under the bed (because it would be made of cushions) and then your hands would get all warm, and then Dad could snuggle you and warm up the rest of you, fer his hands are never cold.” Okay then…and here I was thinking that I should just put my gloves on. :-) His random, stream-of-consciousness imaginings just make me smile!

While Yikealo was taking a math test, I temporarily forgot to fill in his answer to one of the questions on the online test sheet. He informed me that I was “a troubler of Israel.” (King Ahab calls the prophet Elijah this on one of his audio Bible stories.)

David drinks his coffee black, while I add plenty of flavored creamer to mine. While painting a self-portrait in Art, Yikealo was trying to mix the right shades of brown for his skin and eyes. When I told him that the colors were good, he exclaimed, “I am the same color as your coffee, and my eyes are the same color as Dad’s coffee! No wonder you always say you’re going to eat me up!”

On Easter Sunday, the first words out of Yikealo’s mouth were, “The Lord is risen indeed!” followed by, “Hey! It sure is a good thing that God is alive now so that He can help my cough get better!” Oh Buddy….your cough is the least of it, and apparently we need to clarify some of the finer points of the Passion week story for you, but I’m so glad that you’re getting the main point: that we serve a risen, LIVING Lord!