I’m late. So, so late. I know. And now here we are at almost the six month anniversary of our Gotcha Day in China. Doh. My mom recently asked me if I had stopped blogging. I thought that with school starting, I’d miraculously have all this free time open up at least during naptime to blog or read. Of course, laundry and other mundane chores didn’t get that memo. Speaking of laundry…laundry for six people is insane, especially when you toss in all the baseball, cross country, running club, and “I felt like changing for the 4th time today”/”I mashed avocado all over myself”/”I didn’t feel like putting this away so I tossed it into the laundry room” clothes. The dishwasher and washing machine (or “wetter” as Waverly calls it—get it? We have a dryer, so obviously, the machine next to it is the wetter! I love it, and I hope she never stops calling it that. ) are constantly arguing about who does the most work around the house.
Now that school is back in session, Caleb is really enjoying his mommy time, but he does miss his brother and sisters a lot. For the first week and a half after school started, he walked around with his hands up in the air by his ears asking, “Where?” He looked all over the house. “Where Way-way? Stairs?” In the past few weeks, we have had some playdates just for Caleb. Since he’s been home, his playdates have consisted of him running around with the rest of the kids and their friends, but now we’re trying to forge some friendships for him. He is showing interest in soccer as well! We’re going to have to find a smaller soccer ball for him so he’ll stop stealing his sister’s at practice. Waverly looks so dismayed here.
Caleb continues to love reading. His favorites are Llama, Llama, Brown Bear, Brown Bear, The Very Hungry Caterpillar, and Hoot. Braden can always be persuaded to sit and read with his little bro. Braden constantly proclaims, “Caleb, you’re the coolest.”
Time in the car has improved greatly since he has realized that the dvd screen can be controlled at will. As I’m buckling him in, he taps the screen and smiles at me. At this rate, he will know letters, numbers, and phonics before the age of two by simply being the ride along when we take siblings to and from their various games and practices. His favorite TV show is Mickey Mouse, and he mimics the characters calling out, “Oh Toooooooodles!”
Last week, we went shopping at the warehouse club. When our cart was almost at capacity, I added a large tub of pretzels to the heap. Caleb wanted some, and he started screaming bloody murder. This kid can also produce huge crocodile tears at a moment’s notice. It was quite the sight. Knowing we were heading to checkout, I assured him that he could have some when we were at home, and what do you know? My toddler didn’t accept my explanation. In fact, he swatted away the snack trap full of various cereals that I had brought for him. He continued screaming (although by this point I had moved the pretzels out of his sight). An older lady looked at him as I was consoling him and said, “Stop crying!” Not in a loving, grandmotherly way either. I made a joke about him being the fourth child and that I acknowledged his plight, but that I was also immune to the wailing. By the grace of God, I was able to give her grace and laugh it off. If she only knew.
If she only knew that his birth mother, the first person in this world to ever see his precious face, left him alone in a crowd. If she only knew that a villager reported his finding and that he was taken to a police station at a day old. If she only knew that his first year was lived in an orphanage, where he learned that his cries did not always warrant food for a hungry belly or a hug for lonely arms. If she only knew that for a couple of months after he came home, he didn’t know it was ok to cry. We wondered sometimes if we were feeding him too much or not enough. He never fussed when the food was removed, but he would also eat as much as we did before he’d push the food away. I should have told her we were thankful for the cries and the tantrums. Tantrums mean that he feels safe. Tantrums mean that he knows we will meet his needs. I’ll step off my soapbox now and refocus on the happiness.
See this girl? Caleb has Annalise wrapped around his little finger. She loves to take care of him. When we are at Waverly’s cheer class, it is her delight to walk him around the lobby and show him off.
And this one? While they were splashing in the little pool, Waverly grabbed Caleb’s face and said, “I just LOVE you, Caleb!” She is crazy about her little brother.
The big kids both have papers due for their language arts classes, and they both chose to write about Caleb’s adoption. It just melts me how much these kids LOVE him! But he is pretty hard to resist.
Our little guy turned 18 months old a few days ago! I guess this means it’s time to start planning a party for our future TWO year old. We all can’t wait to see what the next 6 months with our Caleb holds.