Monday, January 27, 2014

Where Go the Boats?

One of the things we have incorporated into our homeschool memory work is poetry. I just throw this in there with all of our CC stuff. It is part of our 'morning memory time' and the kids love it. I actually don't care too much if they memorize them all, but they have fun saying them and acting them out.

David has started to give me some homeschool planning time on Saturday mornings, which has been helpful. I have tried to have some kind of project of fun thing planned for him to do with the kiddos if he wants to, completely his choice. So far the projects have worked out.

The first one was the weekend after we started a new fun poem:

Where Go the Boats?
by Robert Louis Stevenson:
Dark brown is the river. Golden is the sand. It flows along for ever, With trees on either hand. Green leaves a-floating, Castles of the foam, Boats of mine a-boating— Where will all come home? On goes the river And out past the mill, Away down the valley, Away down the hill. Away down the river, A hundred miles or more, Other little children Shall bring my boats ashore. - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/22517#sthash.rrgqTOTy.dpuf
 
Dark brown is the river,
Golden is the sand.
It flows along for ever,
With trees on either hand.

Green leaves a-floating,
Castles of the foam,
Boats of mine a-boating--
Where will all come home?

On goes the river
And out past the mill,
Away down the valley,
Away down the hill.

Away down the river,
A hundred miles more,
Other little children
Shall bring my boats ashore.
Dark brown is the river. Golden is the sand. It flows along for ever, With trees on either hand. Green leaves a-floating, Castles of the foam, Boats of mine a-boating— Where will all come home? On goes the river And out past the mill, Away down the valley, Away down the hill. Away down the river, A hundred miles or more, Other little children Shall bring my boats ashore. - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/22517#sthash.rrgqTOTy.dpuf
Dark brown is the river. Golden is the sand. It flows along for ever, With trees on either hand. Green leaves a-floating, Castles of the foam, Boats of mine a-boating— Where will all come home? On goes the river And out past the mill, Away down the valley, Away down the hill. Away down the river, A hundred miles or more, Other little children Shall bring my boats ashore. - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/22517#sthash.rrgqTOTy.dpuf

My challenge to David was to make some good paper boats and find a good, flowing river. He was all over it! He knew exactly where to go, and looked up how to make unsinkable boats (color them with crayons and the wax makes them somewhat water-proof). The kids loved it. 

 Before leaving Sophia said: 'I don't think any other children will bring my boats ashore because I have never seen kids out there'. ...I quoted the poem, and said, 'honey, a hundred miles more! Some Burmese kids will bring your boat ashore.'
 David said this went well, though they did not flow for too long. He was trying to find the 'perfect' flowing spot for launching. But Tobin, mesmerized and on a mission, just walked over and plopped his in. Don't you know his boat went the farthest!



Last weekend David helped them build a 'roman road' as a history project, If it is still outside I will take a picture and post it!

My 'running shirt'---Tobin

We had a friend come stay with us for a few days, I note it here because Tobin really took to 'Uncle Justin'. He happens to be an avid and competitive runner, training for an ultra-marathon. He would go running daily and Tobin soon started to dub his own sleeveless shirts 'running shirts like Uncle Justin's'. Tobin loves to wear sleeveless shirts and to him they all used to be called 'basketball' shirts. This changed, for a few weeks anyway, after Justin was with us...


 Justin did make us some delicious ice cream.


 And while he worked on his taxes, Tobin shadowed him. A lot.

I had already started my post-partum running, but when I would gear up, the kids did start to say...'are you going on a run like uncle Justin?' The answer was an emphatic, 'No, not like him at all, or like him a little only about five minutes slower. per mile.' 
He also inspired the kids to want to run, and I let them go with me one day, the first lap, which is about 1.2km. They did pretty well. We certainly need to work on some P.E. 
Justin did find some good 10k routes for me, but all up hill...right now... not gonna do it....I will stick to circling the 'hood.

OOPS she fell in!

We have a water area near our house, the kids often go there to play. The water is pretty gross, but still there are sometimes fish in it. This day David was outside with the kiddos and came to the back door with a crying Bella. From behind her, while she cried, he motioned for me to get the camera. I consoled her gently, hid my smile, turned around and went to capture the moment (stellar parenting, I know). She was quite cute in her sopping wetness and crocodile tears which turned to a smile once we started joking with her about it.

I am most amazed that it took a whole year and half of living here for one of our children to take the plunge.

Baby Gabrielle: Four Months and Hospital pics


 I don't think I ever posted these pics of Gabrielle in the hospital at four weeks old. This was when she and I went out due to her illness. These are from my iphone.


IV in her arm. Sad.

Though she seems cozy, she did not sleep well while we were there.
I also had to get a nurse to come in for 20 minutes while I went to the guest house to get my things. I was not allowed really to leave the room after that.


On our way home I rode her in the airport cart. I had not taken a stroller and had carried her, rocked her, you name it, for forever it seemed, so this helped me out a bit before putting her in the sling the rest of the day.

Thankful for this sweet thing. At four months old Gabrielle is...
-all smiles
-not fussy much
-still nurses about 7 times, one time in the night, though we are today trying to push this to 6 times, I have been letting her cry it out some, and she has started to suck her thumb, she did not do the pacy well at all. She has woken up at 4:00 a.m. or a little later the past few mornings and is talking, fussing, laughing, but not crying. And though this keeps me awake, I am trying to stretch her night time, so I let her make her noise....when I do walk in, she looks at me and laughs. Not kidding. Wish I was that chipper at 5:30 in the morning.
-she has really chunked up! Last weigh-in was 6.5 kg, over double her birth weight! That was a week ago, she has some thunder thighs, so I bet she is even more now. 
-purely breastfed still. Thankful for this. Really don't want to start solids for a while but we will see.
-when put on her stomach she can roll back over, though not consistently
-the love of Sophia and Bella's life. While Tobin is sweet and gentle and likes to kiss her, he doesn't coo over her like the girls





Ten Grandchildren: Asa Jarius Williams

Congratulations to the Williams family! My sister just had her 6th child born January 20, 2014, eleven years exactly after she had her first child, Isaiah. My parents now total 10 grand kids....craziness.
Asa Jarius was born in Raleigh, and mama and baby are doing fine. I talked to my sis and said: 'don't worry about keeping up, I understand if I don't hear from you for a while...like a few months...I TOTALLY understand'.
I really wish I was there to help her! We will be there soon, though!

Thursday, January 16, 2014

The Deep Discussions of a Maturing Child...

...for our documentation.

Living overseas has afforded our children exposure to things that I certainly was not thinking about or encountering at their ages. Some of these things are trivial, like the fact that they love hot and sour fish or spinach soup, that they are used to dogs walking through open air restaurants scrounging for food, food/bones that we allow them to drop on the floor in said restaurant, or that even at six they have a political status unbeknownst to them, told to them by classmates.

This year in particular the discussions have gotten deeper as Sophia's world has opened up to her and her analytical skills have gained her a better understanding, or at least a desire for understanding the whys and hows of life's struggles. Here are some examples...

About two years ago (and this discussion shows her immature mind at the time), when Sophia was maybe not even four yet, she said: 'mama, what is a wai guo ren?' I told her that it was a foreigner,(literally 'outside country person'), she said, 'oh...how do they know that I am a waiguoren?'  David and I still talk about this statement. At that point in her life she had no idea she was different. Yes, people always called her this name, 'foreigner' and made a little fuss, but she didn't really have any idea that she was different. She went to school, she played, she spoke their language.

"My classmates say I am an enemy of China that has come here to fight them." I laughed out loud at this but did not make light of how the political climate does indeed affect her, in small ways. We then discussed why a classmate might say that.

We have given lots of clothes and toys to 'refugees of the war nearby'. Yes, a place less than two hours from us has seen fighting from time to time. We discuss why there is war and why there is this particular war, we discuss good and evil, we discuss how to pray for those on either 'side' of the conflict.

Our catechism questions discuss the reality of life without Jesus, and death and hell. Where we live we often hear funeral processions, the family taking the body to be buried up on the mountain. This always involves loud fireworks and music, people walking carrying the casket, and much more. About six months ago or more, a day after we started discussing life without knowing God, Sophia got really quiet and sad as we heard yet another funeral procession. Then she burst into tears at the reality of death without knowing Jesus, and how those around us 'most likely do not know God' and 'would be separated from Him'. This led to a lengthy theological discussion, And I am not kidding, this made her more fervent in prayer for her friends.

More recently Sophia watched and listened as we discussed with our helper (who is like a daughter to us) about her upcoming marriage. The situation was horrible, her family was turning against her. One night at prayer time before bed, while we were still in discussion with Priscilla, Sophia said: 'but that is their daughter, how can they be like that???' This discussion was a hard one, and one that none of us completely understand, but that the WORD attests to...it will happen, if you love the one who lived and died for you, the people you love the most may/will turn against you.

And just the other day Sophia really started talking about her cousins in the Williams family. She has such nostalgic memories of them at Aunt Beth's together, at Whitefield, sleeping over, getting up at 7 a.m. to go play soccer, fun times. For the first time ever she said: 'I want to go live near my cousins.' This surprised me because not a month ago, as we discussed traveling and being thankful for our home, she said she always wanted to live here, 'for forever'. When she mentioned living near the Williams family I told her why we could not,  I talked about why we live here, and reminded her of things she already knew about our life here. She was content with the reasons, but she still misses her cousins!

Our Family and the TB vaccine

Each of our kids have received the BCG vaccine that prevents a certain type of TB. This vaccine almost always reacts at the site and leaves a scar....and it did for ours. But for 2 of our kiddos it did so much more than that.

Both Bella and now Gabrielle have had lymph node reactions to this vaccine. Their groin lymph node swells and becomes blister like and huge. For Bella, discovered at 4 months, we were always on visa runs and saw doctors, and they actually put her on INH antibiotic for 6 months, yikes, yes, 6 months. (btw, this happens in about 1% of cases, crazy)

This time around we did more research, we knew what we were getting into and when Gabrielle's lymph node got really gross looking like it was about to burst, we consulted an American doc living here and others via email, and all recommended getting it 'drained' before it ruptured. AND that the INH was not really necessary as the research had not proven that it did much of anything in this situation. Still, this meant a local hospital visit...

As you may or may not know I loathe visiting our local hospital. It is not the medical care so much that is lacking (it is decent in most cases), as it is the system...and the atmosphere of uncleanliness. I could write a book about our experiences and have you laugh, cry, and jaw-drop, but they aren't appropriate for this right now.

When we finally decided that it was time to take her, I remembered that I had met a parent of one of Bella's classmates who was a doctor, a general surgeon, at the best hospital here, and he had been to the States once and was overall a really nice guy. 'Call Wu YiSheng (Dr. Wu)' I told David, see if he will help! 'What a great idea' David replied and called him, and boy did he help. So blessed we were!

We loaded everyone up knowing that only David and Gabrielle would go inside. We took books and toys for the others in the car. I would have stayed home but it would be close to nursing time so I needed to be nearby. Dr. Wu had David go right up to his office, no registration lines and payment and red tape, he did exactly what our doc friend said needed to be done, and even wore gloves. The lymph node was so big it actually needed to be cut. Gross. And boy am I glad I did not go! David, who has watched 4 C-sections mind you, had to sit down for a minute. I would have thrown up and passed out. So thankful for how this went. David took her back two days later to help manage the 'wound'. We are still managing it, it has not healed, and may take a while but we are so thankful for Dr. Wu and how he served our family without a second thought! We may just invite him over for Pizza.

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Ringing in the New Year

Yes, Happy New Year.
I love living in China because I can make my plans, goals, etc. and implement them guilt-free after Chinese New Year, which is still a few weeks away.

My plan? Don't quite have one. Goals? I do have some....normal ones, lose twenty pounds, read the word more, yell at my children less, love God more, love others better....

The past few months have been non-stop with Baby, with sickness, guests, visa stuff, ag project stuff, guests, then guests, then more guests, and big discussions about big decisions.

Home School? we do homeschool, it just is not stellar or ideal at the moment, I will quote my friend: it is a 'fly by the seat of my pants' type of homeschool....the type that really stresses me out.

So...I am exhausted and hope to be better at planning so that I can function better. I am getting out of the brain fog, though I still don't have any sleep through nights. If Gabrielle goes long at night, Tobin wakes up 3x, or any other kiddo....

David and I just look at each other and gently remind one another that this life is not supposed to be restful or easy (in fact the curse promises it won't be).

I just read 'Death by Living' by N.D. Wilson. Some people may not like his style of prose. I love it, or normally would love it, if I were not in brain fog. But I did laugh out loud and get greatly challenged by it, and then I got to the chapter worth the price of the book, and these words. These words I read after a day of doubt and fear and harshness, a day where I said to David: "If I speak it all out it just sounds so...ungrateful...ugh"....
these words:
'Glory is sacrifice, glory is exhaustion, glory is having nothing left to give. Almost. It is death by living.'

 and then he writes to remind us to...
'see Christ in every pair of eyes. To write a past I won't regret. To reach the dregs of the life I've been given and then lick the bottom of my mug. To live hard and die grateful.
And to enjoy it.'

There is so much more to it than that. But not really. Not this life. Pour it all out, death by living, I am still working out what it all means, but I know for now it means to actually live it, not just capture, to actually enjoy, even the hardest parts of throw up nights, to actually depend on the ONE who gave it all. Give to exhaustion, lay it down...my selfishness, my sleeplessness, my whatever, and let the little ones come to me so I can be like Christ for them right now.

Flower Girls

Our friends' helper was getting married, and we were definitely attending. Their daughter, Annabelle, was on schedule to be the flower girl. I lent a nice dress, and a basket. Sophia said, "Mommy, I want to be a flower girl," to which I said, "Sorry, not this time." Then K called and asked if our girls would help be flower girls! Imagine their excitement....
 Our older girls plus others there...

With the beautiful bride.


Tobin sneaks in a kiss.

 Gabrielle was perfect. No fussing. She had just been fed and sat there just fine. Then fell asleep amid all the noise at the restaurant. Sweetness.

Love this pic...


The kids table. We had a pool going as to how many dishes would get broken...but I think they all made it through okay.

These girls

 The two olders LOVE them some baby G! And Gabrielle is getting more and more expressive, to everyone's delight!
 She will be four months old this Friday, and has more than double her birth weight! Happy and healthy (though not without some concerns in her little life), she is doing well (though still not sleeping through the night).
 Things around here are busy busy but fun.

Fun Package

Aunt Beth sent us a really cool package, with small gifts the kids love. First, these little notepads, they played with these all afternoon!

 

Aunt Beth found a really nifty hand made gift in her small town, 
all the kiddos names in a wooden puzzle! They really like these, and I think they are fabulous!
 




 Awesome! Thanks for all the goodies, Beth, so thoughtful!

Dress up designs

 Sophia loving on Baby G! Soph begged me to put this outfit on Gabrielle, the State dress!

Sophia loves to dress up Bella, and Bella loves to be dressed up by Sophia. She has some pretty good designs. This was 'Indian Princess'



I will comment on Tobin in his UNC shirt, David wants me to use it to wash the toilets. Tobin loves it because it is a 'basketball' shirt, which to him, anything sleeveless is...

This was another Sophia design:

Including the peasant boy who came along with the queen:


Sophia said: 'put this on the blog and put 'designed by Sophia'


Tobin really wanted me to take a picture of his baa baa!