Making Eggs

My sister started making her eggs when she was 3 years old.  She got them out of the refrigerator, scrambled them, and then cooked them.  -I never thought much of that until I became a parent and thought about how badly I wanted Jun to stay away from the hot stove AND how much more time it would take to have him "do it himself" than if I (usually Todd) just did myself.  -But Jun is finally starting to want to become more independent so he now makes his own eggs.  He does a good job at 6 yrs, but my sister made her own eggs at age 3?  If I couldn't remember it so clearly I wouldn't believe it was true.

It Snowed

Lena was amazingly excited to come home from daycare yesterday and see fresh snow!  I couldn't get her to put the shovel down and come in the house. (BTW, that's not a giant snot coming out of her nose, it's a snowflake that came out sort of strange in the picture)

Jun on the other hand saw the snow, told me he was cold, and asked if he could go inside.

Can you guess which child is from cold Inner Mongolia and has been home with us for 2 winter seasons and which child came home with us just 6 weeks ago and is from super warm Guangzhou?

Bath Time

Jun loves to take a bath.  He hops in as often as we permit and stays as long as we allow.  He fills the tub with toys, he plays, sings, and floats, and only gets out after he’s thoroughly pruned and all the water has drained after we pull the plug on him. 

  Lena also loves the bathtub, but generally gets in, plays for a few minutes, gets the job done, and then hops out.  Lena is never in the tub long enough for her hands or feet to prune.   But then one day last week she got in the tub and started playing and didn’t want to get out.  So, we let her stay in and stay in and stay in…. and then suddenly she looked down at her hands and they were shriveled up!  And she jumped out of the tub as quickly as possible.  She kept looking at Todd and I and looking at her hands and feet and looking back at Todd and I and then looking at her hands at feet… I’m not sure what she thought had happened to her, but she didn’t see any humor in the situation and she has not stayed in the tub for more than a few minutes at a time since.   When we showed her Jun’s shriveled feet and hands a couple nights ago she was not humored, she was concerned.  And when Jun, Todd, and I all laughed at her concerned reaction to Jun’s feet, she looked at us like we were crazy.  Poor kid, she’s never gonna dare to spend more than 5 minutes at time in the tub again.  

Little Girl Clothes

Todd: "Okay, Lena's dressed and ready to go."
Jun: (Runs in Lena's room to check things out). "Mommy, how come Lena gets to wear pajamas to church?"
Me: "no one wears pjs to church, what are you talking about?"
Jun: "Look at her!" He says in disgust as I walk in the room.
Me: "Todd, you got her dressed alright, but you got her dressed in her pjs!"

Todd's having a tough time figuring out all the little girl clothes we now have in the house.

Happy Birthday Jun!

I'm super happy to dress in sweatpants everyday.  Jun's super happy to dress in sweatpants everyday.  Todd's super happy to wear jeans everyday.  None of have any bit of  fashion sense, we dress for comfort.  When we bought Lena her clothes I sort of assumed she would feel the same way, but as it turns out she's pretty happy to dress in little dresses everyday.  Not always frilly, she also likes little overall dresses and jersey dresses, but on occasion she picks some wildly... well, wildly frilly outfits.  She picked this one out yesterday, but had to take the skirt off later in the day because it was itchy.  (And, she thought nothing of ripping the skirt right off and handing it to me while we were in the middle of the Dr's office)

The other day I left Todd and Lena alone while I went for a run and Jun was at school.  I came home and found them sitting at the table together.  I thought it was too cute to NOT take a picture.

Jun has not stopped burping in 7 weeks.  He doesn't just burp every once in a while, he burps all day long, into the nigh, and first thing in the morning...all day and night long.  I asked our regular Dr. about it, but she didn't seem concerned, blamed it on stress.  I felt like it was more than that, so I called my "witch Dr".  Jun went to see her a couple of days ago.  Turns out he has parasites (quite common in children adopted from China, we should have had him checked for it 2 years ago) and a hiatial hernial.  Very correctable and I'm pretty sure Jun LOVED the attention.  

Of course, Lena cannot be outdone, so she insisted on hopping on the table too.  I think she was disappointed to learn that nothing is wrong with her.

Lena loved day 3 of her daycare career.  I arrived to pick her up after 1 1/2, but all she did was tell me she didn't want to leave.  And who could blame her, she was playing with Mr. Potato Head... so we stayed for an extra hour and then I forced her to leave because I had things to do at home.

Todd's not feeling well today so he tried to lay down on the couch for a little rest.  Lena wanted to help him so she gave him a blanket, took his shoes off, gave him a stuffed animal, and then tried to take his temp.








The other day I let Jun pick out what he wanted for dinner.  He's only 5 so of course I was more than a bit hesitant, but I also thought one meal of junk wouldn't hurt him.  After looking through all his choices he finally put together a plate of greens... and a side of kielbasa.  He loved it, but I'm not sure Lena felt the same way.