Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Not too old to Learn!

Each time we have a new foster child I learn something new about my kids, people in different countries, and myself.

I have learned that my kids can be very competitive when it comes to having kids around who are their age.  There is a clear pecking order in our house because of the ages of the kids.  This has been established and is set in stone.  The kids understand this order and just go with it.  When you add another one into the middle of that order things can get a little tricky.  They compete over who is loudest, who is the fastest, who can be first, who can eat the most and who can get the last helping of food.  This is exhausting to me!  Birth order is apparently a powerful thing and around here it is chaotic when it is messed up!

I already knew that different cultures have different values, but sometimes I forget.  I have had to remind our new child that toilet paper does not go in the trash can.  It can in fact be flushed down the toilet.  I will confess that after chasing the dog down with the toilet paper in his mouth for the 10th

time I may not have been that understanding in my reminding!  Littering is not ok here.  Apparently, it is just common stuff in Central America.  You don't like something, it makes you mad, it's stuck on your hands, just throw it on the ground and walk away.  I was not the most popular person when I made a child pick pieces of candy cane out of the snow with bare hands that he had just thrown against a building because he decided he no longer wanted it.  He was shocked when I told him he could get fined by the police for throwing garbage anywhere but in the trash.

I have learned that after a certain amount of time I am only human and can only take so much.  After three weeks if I have to continue to tell you the same thing repeatedly, I am going to get a bit cranky.  I have learned that three weeks is about when it hits the fan.  I have also learned that no matter how hard I try, I will cry when the kids leave.  It doesn't matter if they are here for two weeks or two months.   They can be the naughtiest little things ever and have created complete chaos and I will still be sad when they go!  It is going to happen and my kids are going to laugh that I cry and Ry is going to pat me on the back for a minute and then we will resume life how it was close to what it was before a new child came with a few modifications until the next one...

Monday, December 30, 2013

Wiggle it Just a Little Bit!

Today (October 8 - told you I was behind!)  Tyce showed me his first loose tooth.  Gulp!!  How can my baby be getting adult teeth?!  And more importantly how can I act excited about it when I don't want it to happen and when it completely grosses me out as he wiggles it!  Ick!!!  Stop!  Stop it all!!

Tyce just lost his second tooth a week ago.  (December) His teacher pulled it out for him and he was ecstatic!  I'm so glad that someone else could pull it out, because I can't even handle looking at it wiggle!  It is like nails on a chalkboard for me and I have no idea why!

My Grandma used to tie a string on a tooth and either just pull it out or tie it to a door knob.  Once they get that loose I can't get that close to them!


 
Tonight (12/30) our foster son, B, pulled out his tooth.  He presented it to me with bloody fingers and a bloody mouth.  Um yup.  That's just what I wanted to see!  Gross and double gross!!   Now does anyone know if the Tooth Fairy goes to Honduras? 

First Spin Class=Unable to Sit! What???

Back in September I stared exercise classes.  I am still going to classes and I am still wearing my old ribbed tank tops and not the "appropriate" work out wear, but that is ok.  I haven't run into anyone during zumba or cleared the room in a long time.

Last Friday for the first time I gathered up all my courage and tried a spin class.  I'm not going to lie.  I was scared to death!  I have never really ridden on a bike for an extended amount of time.  I prefer to get off of it to push it up a hill if needed while riding with the kids.  How in the world was I going to handle riding for 45 minutes!  Plus it sounded super boring!  Sit on a bike for that long without going anywhere!  Why in the world are these classes always close to full!?

I got a few pep talks from friends who are instructors and avid spinners.  Most of those talks only made me more scared as they stared throwing out vocabulary I had never associated with a stationary bike before.  In the end, I arrived a little early and introduced myself to the instructor and asked for pointers.

He got me set up on a bike (in the very front) which I didn't realize was so complicated!  Adjust the seat, the handlebars, the gears.  My head was spinning!  (LOL!  I kind of think I'm funny this morning)  The ladies next to me assured me I would love it and gave me more pointers.  I was a little more worried when I saw everyone had at least three towels draped on their handlebars.  This was going to be rough!

In the end, I didn't fall off my bike like I thought may happen in the middle of class.  I wouldn't have been able to talk to you in the middle of class, however, as I was concentrating on remembering to breathe so I wouldn't pass out and I was tempted to coast down the hills instead of put it in a lower gear and pedal!  I also found out I can sweat from my elbows and spinning was a very very intense workout!

Will I do it again?  I would like to, but my bum is in pain.  It isn't the good kind of pain after working out either!  My "sit bones" feel like they are bruised from the bike seat and the thought of trying to sit on that seat again when it hurts to sit on the coach is not appealing to me at the moment.  I made Ryan try it out this morning.  He didn't have much to say.  I really wanted him to share in my bum pain, but I don't think he would admit it fully even if it were true.  Something ingrained in men I suppose....

Monday, December 9, 2013

Another Boy!

It's not that life has slowed down so much and is so boring that there is nothing to tell about.  It is the extreme opposite actually!  I have been so busy traveling and keeping up with life at home that I just haven't made this (blog) a priority! I started writing this on my phone in the township office between wrapping gifts for the Santa Shop at my children's school!

I'm sure I'll catch up soon, but we'll start with the present time.  

We now have a 10 year old boy from Honduras  living with us.  They haven't been able to find his family yet, but it should only be a matter of time!

When I told the kids he was on his way they were ecstatic!  The boys began debating who got to share their room with him!  Ryan and I began rearranging furniture so now the boys both have bunk beds in their rooms.  Lola was bummed that she couldn't share her room!  

Usually the kids arrive at the airport. (You can read more about how they get to Michigan here). This time because of the holidays they were delayed in getting here and then had to drive in from Indiana.  When I went to pick up B at a school, he was in a room of about 10 other kids who had traveled with him from the boarder.  They all looked exhausted and out of sorts.  Big dark rings were under many eyes.  Most of the children looked pale and a little frightened.  They were all clean and had been given new clothes by immigration, however, so that was good!

It would rip your heart to see all these little faces!

So far things are going as well as can be expected with a child far from home who doesn't speak our language.  I haven't quite figured out if it is easier to understand 3 year old Spanish or 10 year old Spanish!  With a three year old the words are baby words and I didn't always recognize them.  With 10 year old Spanish the words come fast - really fast and there is slang in there as well!  When I ask to slowly repeat what he has said so I can understand- the words come out even faster!  At least he fills in words for me when I forget how to say them and corrects my pronunciations!  I like that part!