I didn't want anyone to think I was complaining about the poop incidents...I can't get the picture of Eli naked and shivering in a pool of poop water saying "Hi Mom!" as I opened the door to the bathroom like it was completely normal. And every time I think of it I laugh out loud, which has rendered a few sideways glances.
Life goes on, and the craziness continues. Some have said I have quite an adventurous life. But to me, my life is just my life and we go through what we go through. You know, like teaching your daughter NOT to straddle the toilet seat to pee, or lie to me about forgetting her shoes at school. And reminding your son NOT to say someone's name and tap them on the shoulder a million times. If they don't want to listen, they don't want to listen! Sigh.
We got the kids report cards this week and I can't help but feeling a little discouraged. Maybe I should be doing more with them at home, but I don't know what to do with them. Amelia only knows about half of her letters, although during her testing time she hardly knew any of them. I think she had test anxiety. She's still having a hard time with being easily distracted at school, which makes her a distraction. I'm starting a new thing with her. I told her yesterday morning in the car that one of the many things that makes her really special is her thoughtfulness and helpfulness. Maybe she could choose one person in her class each day to be really thoughtful and helpful towards. She seems really excited about it and got a good report yesterday. I told her teacher what we were doing and she seems to think it's a good idea.
And Eli, well, as smart as he is, he's still behind where he should be. His handwriting is really good (graded on a curve because of his CP), and his math skills are great. But he still doesn't get the rhyming thing, and he's behind in reading. And his social skills need improvement. I don't think this is any major concern-the teacher hasn't called us about anything yet.
Eli has been really in to talking about adoption lately. He loves to hear stories about his and Amelia's adoption, and I'm happy to tell him. He took out his photo album (which is falling apart!) and we talked about all the pictures. We went through my blog today and checked out some of the videos of him at the orphanage and our first year home with him. And he asked "Mom, tell me your adoption story." Talk about shock! I told him that Bop is my tummy mommy and I wasn't adopted. "So Bop and Grandpa Stobie are your mom and dad?" Yep. Not everyone was adopted, only the special kids. He smiled his really big I like that answer smile and went on to the next subject.