More Everlee-isms are coming out. They are cute, telling, and worth noting.
She hesitates at each different flooring/ground juncture. If outside, she stops in her tracks going from concrete to grass. Inside, she stands and waits for your hand going from tile to wood, wood to carpet, or even over a threshold. Once she is physically over the change of appearance and texture, she is mentally over it too.
Everlee will only involve herself in one dish at a time. If she's eating rice, she will hold out the bowl and make a noise for you to take it before asking for a drink. She doesn't like more than one thing in front of her at any given time. When her thirst is quenched, she hands the drink back and then signs for the food again, rather than setting the cup to the side on her tray. (That was a lot of jumble. Does that make sense?)
Sweet E has been potty trained, the Chinese way, for over a year. She is regressing here. She starts to panic when we take her into the bathroom. She turns to jello, making it difficult for us to strip her bottom half down. Once we do, she stiffens up and straightens her legs. We have to pry them open to sit her on the toilet. Now, once we do, she complies, does her business, and is thrilled by the praise and M&Ms. We're just not sure why the sudden fear of the throne, especially given her willingness to go when seated.
Those were the E's. Here are the Q's. Beck and Penn had some amazing quotes this week!
The boys have asked a number of questions about their mei-mei. She still has chubby baby feet. When Brent noticed this and Beck picked up on it, he replied, "Well, little kids have fat feet because when they're in their mommy's belly, the mom eats lots of cake." He was so matter-of-fact about it. He was certain that was the cause.
Penn had deeper questions. Please don't be taken aback by his wording. Remember he is three. He asked, "Will we die with her together?" I explained that people die at different times, and he grew frustrated that I wasn't understanding what he was asking. "No Mom, will Eh-va-wee be here (with us) until she dies?" He wanted to make sure of her permanence. Beck chimed in on this occasion too, saying that if you drink coffee, you add six years to your life. "Dad told me that. Dad drinks a lot of coffee, so he will live longer than us." It was hilarious end to a serious inquiry.
He also questioned his role in our family. When he was whining, I snatched him up and told him he was my baby. "I'm not a baby. Eh-va-wee's the baby." He said it sadly, not in a way like he wanted to be bigger. I assured him, "You're my baby boy. Everlee is my baby girl. You will always be my baby, Penn." His worried little eyes lit up. It was a huge moment. A few sentences and about twenty seconds, but a huge moment. Our eyes locked the whole time. My Penn. So sensitive under that fearless, bold outer shell.
Finally, Beck has been talking about super powers for months... how he is going to ask Santa to grant him some powers for Christmas. He has far too many to list, but some are mosquito-repelling power for me, the ability to read minds and understand all languages (so he can know what E is saying and thinking,) and flying power. He'd ask for it so we could fly to China sooner and pick her up and fly to California to visit Neve and Shep. All this flying talk got him thinking. Out of his imagination, the most curious, honest and adorable question came yesterday: "If I had fly power and I went through a cloud, would my body get turbulence?" Yes, I guess it would.
Turbulence. What a metaphor!
Buckle up, kids. At times, this journey may be a bumpy ride. But the destination is worth it.
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