She Likes It! Hey Mikey!

After some hits-and-misses with Jessica Seinfeld's cookbook, Deceptively Delicious (about sneaking veggies into kids' food....more on that in another post), I found a definitely hit with this Summer Corn Fritters recipe that I found in Parents magazine. Yeah, yeah, I know it isn't summer. (I'm a little behind on magazine reading, can ya' tell??) I just substituted some canned sweet corn for that which was supposed to be cut freshly off the cob.

Keira loved them. She ate about five. Quinn managed to eat one, with a little coaxing. But Keira was completely devouring them. She would scream when we gave her another one. Not a hey-stop-taking-my-toy scream but an oh-my-gosh-i'm-getting-a-treat kind of scream. And, in a reversal of roles, she was eating off Quinn's plate!

Hubby and I really liked them as well. But I think I liked them even more just because Keira did. There are 3 veggies in these things! Three! That's about her monthly intake...awwww, who am I kidding...that's about her lifetime intake of veggies so far (except for force-fed baby food, way back when).

Basically these things are like fried little cakes of corn bread (we all love corn bread here - we live in Indiana, you know) with some shredded carrots, zucchini, and corn mixed in. Yummmm, yummmm.

I know it sounds crazy to be giddy over corn fritters, but to see Keira eat a nice little meal - with chicken, vegggies, and fruit (she tolerates applesauce now) - well, it made me feel all so successful-mommy-like.

That is, until the bedtime meltdown over toothbrushing. But that's another story. You know how those successful mommy moments go.

The Facts, Ma'am, Just the Facts: Keira, One Year Later

I don't think I've given an update yet on how far our munchkin has come in the year since she's been home. The other week, K had her 2-year check up at the pediatrician's office. She weighed in at 24.5 pounds and 33 inches. That puts in her the 25% (weight) and 30-35% (height) on the US CDC growth charts. Not bad for a girl who, last year at this time, wasn't even a dot on those charts. She grown 6 inches since we met her and has gained 7 pounds. And given the way she eats at times, she proves that indeed you can make something out of nothing.

She could just barely crawl when we met her, and now she runs, jumps, and dances like there's no tomorrow. She can "sing" and is learning new phrases every day - like "daddy did it", "gege eye" (this translates to Quinn's crying), and "mine Kiki's" (apparently making sure you really, really know whose milk/cookie/blanket that is).

She is now taking a gymnastics class, which she loves. And she's also started her first "Panda class" --- a bunch of 2 and 3 year olds learning to sing songs, count, recognize colors, etc, all in Mandarin. So far, she thinks everything is blue and all numbers are 2. This may have something to do with the Colts obsession in this house and the fact that she just turned two.

And speaking of the Colts, another new K phrase: Go Colts. She YELLS this anytime she sees their horseshoe logo or sees a football of any sort. And unless you recognize and acknowledge what she is saying, she will say/yell it repeatedly until you too say "Yes! Go Colts!" Then she breaks into a big grin. And says it another 5 times in a row. Have my methods of indoctrination gone too far?.....Nah. Didn't think so.

And for now, I think that about sums it up. Other than her baby obsession, her love of her music class, her obsession with Quinn's crash-n-go speedway and The King, her love for Go-Gurt and mashed potatoes and Catalina dressing (not all at once) and so on and so on.

What can I say? She's a girl and she's complex.

And, as Q says: the sweetest sister in the whole wide world.

So there. :-)

Doctor, Doctor, Gimme The News

We've got a bad case of.....of MSMD, actually.
I can't remember where I first heard of this affliction. Could've been my mom. She had 4 kids, so likely there was a lots of MSMD going on in our house. Oh yeah, and if you're still wondering, MSMD = Monkey See, Monkey Do. Miss K has a Grade A case. Anything Quinn does that seems to get him any sort of attention, good or bad, she's sure to copy. Quinn burp at the table? Keira is bound to follow up with a "burp" of her own. (And if we hadn't already laughed at Quinn, we are definitely chuckling at a 2 -year old's attempts to fake a belch.) Quinn pretend to sleep in the car when we get home from preschool to try to trick me? Keira is "sleeping" by the time I get over to her side of the car.
The other day, Quinn was pretending to be a Pacers basketball player (sans the nightclub-associated arrests, thank goodness). I tried to get an action shot, but he stopped and said, "No, no - watch this!" and he posed as you see to the left.
Moments later, Miss MSMD grabbed her own pint-sized basketball and tried to copy big brother's pose. Unfortunately, her balance isn't the greatest yet so she was having some trouble. But lucky for her, big brother to the rescue. Cheeese, cheeeeeeese! she said. She'll rarely stop long enough for me to snap her photo when I want to, but if she's trying to catch up with Quinn, she'll cheese for minutes on end.

They aren't quite Reggie and Cheryl Miller yet, but we're working on it.


And in case you haven't figured it out yet, we've moved on to basketball since the mighty Colts fell to the Bolts a couple of weeks ago. It has taken me a while to write about it, but the therapist says it is good to get it out in the open. ;-)
And as I've learned from all my friends who are Cubs' fans, There's always next year!

Dreams of All Sizes

I wanted to write something really eloquent, really thoughtful about Martin Luther King, Jr. Day. But all my attempts seemed to fall short. There is so much to say about how important his messages are. About how they apply to everyone. About how the world would be a much better place, a more peaceful place, if only the dream would come true.

But, like so many things, I find a child’s point of view puts it best.

Quinn’s preschool class learned about Martin Luther King last Thursday (since they had today off of school in honor of the MLK holiday). He was happy to come home and tell me all about it.

Mom, this guy Martha Luther King says that you should be kind to everyone.

Well, that’s a pretty short synopsis of a lifetime of work, but a fairly decent one: Be nice.

What impressed me even more that day was how it put this into practice. Daddy was off work that day, so in the afternoon while K was napping, Daddy stayed home with her and Q and I headed off to Target to spend his Christmas money from Aunt V. Q chose a set of cars from the movie Cars. There were 8 cars in the set – Lightning McQueen, The King, Chick Hicks, and 5 other Piston Cup racers. On the way home from his big spending spree, Quinn told me he was planning to share the cars with Keira.

She likes cars, too, mom. She loves the King. I’m showing her kindness.

That's great, sweetie, I replied. I'm sure she'll like that.

Yeah. Martha-Marthin-Mar-Tin-Lu-ther King says to be kind to people. (He finds the name a bit of a tongue twister. Can you tell?)

Yes, you're right Quinn. I'm glad you were listening in school today.

Later that afternoon, he was playing with his new cars on the floor in the family room. He was re-enacting a scene from the movie, where the "mean" car, Chick Hicks, runs The King off the track during a big race. In Quinn's version of the scene, though, he changes it up a bit - he has all the other cars rally around McQueen, and McQueen (McQuinn) says this: Hey guys, let's show Chick Hicks some kindness. If we show him how to be kind, maybe he'll know to be kind later and he'll stop being mean to the King.

I would've fallen off my chair at this point, but I was sitting on the floor. I was so proud of his little moment. Usually he claims not to remember anything he did at school that morning. You know how the conversations go...What'd you do at school today? Nothing. Did you play outside? I don't know. Who'd you play with? Everyone. And so it goes....

But this message today. About being kind to everyone. It seemed to be sticking. And I was happy about that.

Then as I was making dinner that night, Quinn walked into the kitchen to see what was going on. He noticed my glass of ice water and asked for a drink. Sure, no problem. Afterward, he said that one of his dreams came true that day. Really? I say, wondering if he was still in an MLK frame of mind. talking about dreams and all.

Yeah, he says, I've always wanted to drink out of a real grown-up glass and now I have.

He puts the glass down and walks away.

Oh. OK. Obviously all dreams aren't created equal. Some are bigger, way bigger, than others. But as parents we owe it to our kids to do all we can to make them come true just the same. The little dreams, and most importantly, the really big ones.

Dream on.

It's All Relative

As most moms do, I imagine, I spend some time here and there wondering what my kids will be like when they are all grown up - what will their interests be? their careers? their mates? their families? I hope and pray that they will be well-adjusted and decent people and that they become good, productive citizens.

I sometimes think especially hard about Miss K. How will being adopted affect her? A little? A lot? And how about this business of being transracially and transculturally adopted?

Thankfully, there are many who have tread this territory before us. Many we can learn from. I like to see how families with older adopted children are doing. I especially enjoy hearing stories from adult adoptees and getting a little insight into their upbringing and how this affected their life's path. Through our church, I've come to know a woman about my age who was adopted from VietNam as an infant. She now has a family of her own - built both through birth and adoption. And every now and then, when Keira and I are out and about, we are approached by some kind soul who might say something like, "You remind me of me and my mom when I was little..." or "Excuse me, is she adopted? I was adopted from...." So far, the conversations have all been warm and fuzzy. But will they always be that way?

The New York Times has a blog on their website entitled Relative Choices: Adoption and the American Family. A whole host of authors contribute, each involved with adoption and yet each with a different viewpoint or experience to offer. There are adult and teen views. Birthparent and adoptive parent views. Entries from adoption professionals and entries from regular people touched by adoption.

A recent entry was brought to my attention by the friend mentioned above. Read it here, if you feel so inclined. I thought it was wonderfully written. The author, who was adopted from Korea as a 3 year old, is now all grown up, married, and pregnant. She offers her thoughts on this, concluding her entry as follows:

Ultimately I want generations after me to know this about the culture of blood and the culture of adoption: That blood is thicker than water, but love can be thicker than blood.

I couldn't have said it better myself. And someday, I hope Keira is thinking the same thing.

Tea for Two

The two weeks between Christmas and back-to-school were a little dicey here. Mostly, the kids got along just fine, although with new toys comes new fights over what's mine and what my sibling is not allowed to touch.
I am happy to report, however, that both Keira and her brother seem to love this Disney Princess tea set that K got from my sis. They have nice little tea parties in the family room while I'm making lunch or whatever. It is really refreshing not to hear "Keira's touching my Ben Ten watch" from Q or "Toppit!" (Miss K telling Q to stop any number of crimes against her loot).
My dear hubby, on the other hand, was a bit concerned over Q's love of a good tea party.
Not to worry, I say. He puts an all-boy spin on it. The other day, he offered to pour me a cup of tea.
And then he promptly informed me it was burping tea. The more you drink the louder you burp, he says, like this [insert forced, fake belch].
Ahhhh yea, a nice tea party. I'm sure this is how the British do it, eh?



Another Christmas gift that has been a success is the Candyland Castle game. Santa left this little gem for Miss Keira. And the kids play this game together nicely. Yes, you heard right. They play together nicely. A parental dream come true. The little castle functions like a slot machine of shapes. You pull the candycane handle, and if the shape you get matches one on your gingerbread man, you keep it. The first to fill his or her card wins.
Mysteriously, Q wins almost every time.
K is just happy to find a match.
And as luck would have it, it is a match made in heaven.

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And for one last peek at the dynamic duo, here they are.............

The Princess of Peace and her side kick - the Prince of...ummm...Silliness?

Whatever their official titles, they think they rule the roost here.

And they do.

As long as they do what I say. House rules.

Why It Stinks To Have a December Birthday - Reason #38

As a faithful reader of the blog and an adorer of Miss K, I'm sure you'll recall that she had her birthday the week before Christmas. My brother and one of my best friends also have birthdays in close proximity to Xmas, so I thought I was fairly prepared with the "right" way to handle this.
But one thing I didn't think of: the threat of snow cancelling birthday plans.
Yup, I live in the midwest and I didn't even think of this. Maybe because I lived within 5 miles of both sets of grandparents and nearly all other living relatives, unlike the situation my kids find themselves in (grandparents, cousins, etc scattered in either direction).
So there we were - the Saturday before K turned 2, and about 6 inches of snow, ice, and other assorted weather maladies plaguing our fine city. We were scheduled to have family and friends-like-family in to celebrate the milestone in Miss K's life, but decided to cancel due to weather.
Quinn said - No problem, we can reschedule for January. Yeah, easy for you to say buddy, not your party!
Anyway, we never really rescheduled - with Christmas and NY right around the corner. I know, I know. Horrible mom.
In the end, though, Keira ended up with a "slow-release" birthday. (Yes, the term was coined by one of her 2 pharmacist parents!) The 4 of us celebrated on her actual b-day; the day later my parents came up to visit; and then that next weekend, she celebrated with cousins and aunts and uncles (including my aforementioned December Bday Brother who turned 40 that day!!)
So below, Little Miss Three Birthday Cakes grins as she gets sung to. Again! And by the way, she still walks around the house singing "Happy Doot-Doo to ooo!" She may have gotten a little too used to the attention.

And in the other pic, you can Keira making a move on her Minnie cake. The pointing finger on the left side of the photo is Quinn, staking a claim to Minnie's big brown chocolate-frosted ear. Apparently, birthday brothers are second only to birthday girls themselves.

So since I've been schooled on the various hazards of December birthdays (and now, as of this past week, I know that the hazards include an increased likelihood of illness), I'm thinking K's next party might be a half-birthday party in June. Less snow around here then. And fewer major holidays. Although we'll have to work around Father's Day and Flag Day, so we'll see.....