Saturday, January 30, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
Check out the great Hong Kong shots on this video! And wow, make sure to notice the warm light in the EYES of these kids! Our church put together this video to inspire and strengthen the youth. My faith helped me a lot to get through the teen years, which can otherwise have some rough times. I'm grateful my younger brothers have good leaders and friends through church.
I have two teenaged brothers. Justin, seventeen, is the kind of boy who of his own accord gets up and goes early to church Sunday mornings so he can sing in the choir. He gives spontaneous hugs to his mother. He is quick to smile and just as easily makes people laugh. His poetry and other writings stir the soul in a way that makes me suspect he has some sort of genius in language.
David, fifteen, has always been the type of kid who comes home from school and does his homework before doing anything else (I was not ever that disciplined!). He is wise beyond his years with money, multiplying his dollars by hard work and saving. He has a peacemaking ability in the family, reliably calm and thoughtful. He has the self assurance to wear hot pink socks while running cross country, and makes it look cool.
Way to be strong, boys. Love you!
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
Little was sure enjoying this particular diaper change. The video turned out dark because I didn't know how to lighten it (Jerry showed me afterward), but the sound is the more important part anyway.
And sorry for making all our posts be about the baby. I know it must get boring to most people after awhile, but there are a few adoring grandparents out there who can't get enough, so I keep it comin!
Friday, January 22, 2010
Each day has lots of play time. Little has figured out that if he yanks on the chain links of his gym, the whole gym will shake gloriously. Yesterday I laid him on his belly on his gym mat and glanced at him 30 seconds later to see that he was on his back! I moved him again to his tummy and immediately he rolled to his back again. Of course, when I got the camera to film his new trick, he declined my request for a repeat performance.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Little and I had a quiet nursing session this afternoon on the living room couch. Abruptly I heard/smelled/felt that my wee son had a bowel movement. He began cooing at me in a most endearing way, but still continued eating through all the commotion. So I let him finish eating, then carefully held him upright as we walked to the bedroom where our changing station is located. Somehow in that small time frame, poop made an escape out Little's diaper from both top and leg openings. His whole back became caked in curry-colored excrement. Yum. I started laughing--what else could I do?--and then got scissors.
That's right, scissors...because there was no way I could see myself lifting Little's outfit over his head without getting poo in his hair. I HAD TO CUT OFF HIS CLOTHES. When clothes cutting becomes necessary, that is called "a blow-out of epic proportion," I believe.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
This photo shows Little a few weeks ago, wearing special jewelry sent to him by some of his Chinese relatives. They know how important our Christianity is to us, and included a necklace with the Cross. Thank you for being so thoughtful.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
“But I felt made fun of,” Jerry pointed out. I realized I was apologizing for inappropriate behavior, trying to minimize it rather than acknowledging what it really was—a form of racism. As part of a privileged race, I am still not quite sure sometimes how to admit that I have advantages to which I have so long been oblivious, but nonetheless enjoyed. I know a lot of Caucasians do not feel privileged, especially those in lower economic classes. But here is what I am talking about. Some experiences on this list have become apparent to me since marrying my sweet Asian husby. For example, I never knew how lucky I was to be able to go to any hair stylist and trust that she would be equipped to handle my locks. Jerry, on the other hand, has the minor inconvenience of having to search carefully for a new barber each time we move, enduring bad haircuts during the interim, until finally finding that rare American stylist who knows how to effectively use scissors and a razor on thick, coarse, straight black Asian hair. Imagine how much more trying that experience must be for African-American women.
I have had other issues in life, of course. But race has not been one of them--and so there will be this part of my children that I may not understand. Handsome as Little is, he will probably come home from school one day saddened by the naïve classmates who tease him for the parts of him that are Chinese. I hope at that time I remember not to minimize his feelings, remember not to tell him something ridiculous like, “I am sure they didn’t mean it that way.” I am prepared now to validate his experience. Actually, now that I think about it, I do know what it is like to be teased because of my face. I had abnormally bad acne for awhile in elementary school and junior high. Kids were cruel. I still feel a twinge of pain for that girl I used to be, remembering her self-loathing.
It is common for minority races to feel ashamed of their faces at one time or another during childhood, but it helps if they can relate well with their parents over the issue. This is one reason inter-racial adoptions can be tricky. At least Little Tam can see that he has the eyes of his father, and be comforted by thinking, “if dad feels good about the way he looks, then so can I.”
And I can learn to cut the hair of my sweetheart and sons. Last week I cut Jerry's hair, when he decided it sounded like a better alternative than salon-searching yet again. "At least you will listen to what I tell you," he reasoned. So he talked me through the haircut, and it turned out fairly presentable. We did have to special-order a size 12 clipper guide from the Wahl website.
Here is the "after" shot. Gels up nicely. Room for improvement, but we feel good for now.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
- Makes alternating "aaa" and "goo" sounds. Jerry says he is saying "Al Gore." hmmm. This cooing occurs in a conversation pattern if another person talks back--he coos, waits, listens to adult talk, then coos again. Brings sunshine to my soul to hear his cutie communication attempts.
- Purposefully engages people with smiling; smiles at inanimate objects if they appear interesting to him
- Grabs toy and brings to mouth (also sucks on his hands a lot to self-soothe)(yay for that because he still isn't fond of binkies as hard as we have tried to make him like them)
- Head turns to look at noises (blender terrifies him, but the vacuum is ok)
- Can lift shoulders and head while on tummy--maintains position for several minutes and is able to look around a bit in this pose
- Rolls from back to tummy (if on a soft surface like our pillow-top mattress)
- Still knows how to take a bottle! We'd stopped having him take one for a couple weeks and I worried he might have lost the skill, so a couple days ago we whipped one out of the freezer, and then again gave him a bottle last night. He likes any nipple regardless of what it is made of, as long as there is milk coming out. =)
We are really rejoicing in our posterity. Parenthood gets more fun everyday, and also a little more challenging as Little's needs grow in complexity. If he was crying, we used to be able to say "he either needs food or a diaper change" and be correct 99% of the time. But now he cries and it takes a few minutes sometimes to figure out what he wants. For instance, sometimes he just wants to be put in an upright position, propped against a couple pillows, so he can look around better. Or sometimes he wants to be cuddled. He has definite emotional and social needs beyond the basic physical care. I hope we can keep giving him our best.
And that's the 2 month rundown.