September 29, 2010
Me to Chicken Nugget last night as I tucked her in: "Who is my little Blondie?"
Chicken Nugget to me, giggling in her crib: "I not your Blondie, I your Sunshine!"
I heart my youngest child! There is rarely ever a chink in the armor of happiness that surrounds my little Sunshine and Sparkles - though Pollo might have done a little damage when he decided to wallow in Silky (the blanket has it's own name - you can only imagine how that went). When I complain and whine in my head (or to Lisa) about how crazy my summer was, I remind myself that I am not 1, but she is. Little Chicken Nugget has shown more grace and flexibility this summer than this 30 year old has ever possessed. So here is to my youngest little dancer.....
September 27, 2010
Thinking about being home also makes me think about being in Colombia just a few short days ago. We still have friends who are down there waiting to come home with their children (hugs and kisses to MaryJo and Christina) but thankfully they are staying together at a great place. We all stayed at Betty's Place, and I would highly recommend that if you are ever in Bogota to visit (adoption or not); definitely stay with Betty! The ability to eat dinner family style, to have adults to hang out with once the little ones drift off to slumberland, and the for the kids to have both someone to play with and the space to play - it all made the trip truly pleasurable! Thanks again Tia Betty - you are the best!
Outside of Betty's Place
One late Girl's night in the living room. Those are all pictures on the wall of families that have stayed there through the years - it has spread throughout the whole house.
Our last dinner there - fabulous Aijaco soup
September 26, 2010
To show how high class we truly are, we went straight from the wedding to Five Guys, to introduce Grandma and Grandpa to the supreme bliss that is a Five Guys hamburger and fries. We ordered one fry for the 7 of us. Please observe what we received - this is what makes Five Guys fabulous, and what is causing all the weight that I lost in Colombia to magically reappear. Never mind that Grandma and Chicken Little made a batch of Grandma's famous chocolate chip cookies yesterday, and what kind of mother would I have been if I hadn't sampled their cookies - yes, a skinnier mommy, that is true.
The Little Red Hen and Gam-pa are headed home bright and early in the morning. You can tell from the pictures that Pollo and the girls had a really hard time adjusting to them being here! So sad to see them fly home!
September 24, 2010
September 23, 2010
Three years ago, when Chicken Little came home, AMP, in singer/songwriter mode, put together the little number below. It was an instant hit with the first child, our youngest child loves it dearly, and within the first week, I would catch little Pollo humming the tune, and mumbling the words in butchered English to himself throughout the day ("O, I tike to te in mu pj's!). So, by request of the B and the D, here is The PJ's Song, performed by the deChicken Singers - Enjoy!
The PJ's Song
Oh, I like to sleep in my PJ's
PJ's in the nightime,
Oh, I like I sleep in PJ's
September 22, 2010
I took a quick break from the blog to wallow in the bright and shininess of
my newly reunited family and of America in general--there was also some
falling asleep on the couch at 9:30pm watching tv. The last few days have
been full of dr's appts, more dr's appts, "everybody be calm", "don't hit
sissy's arm", "cama si", "yes Pollo, cama si", and "don't hit your
sister"! A little chaotic, but funny nonetheless.
I was obviously more than a little scattered today in the car on the way to
pick up Chicken Little from school, because I realized I was using a diaper
to hold my coffee cup (cut me a little slack-that stainless steel cup was
hot!). Even funnier was Chicken Nugget outing me on it - "Mommy, that's my
September 19, 2010
- Eating an AMP cooked scrambled egg and biscuit breakfast on Saturday morning and getting to say meal time prayers as a family again - "blah, blah, blah, blah - A-Men!"
- Pushing the Ikea wooden train around that the little wooden track that eventually wound its way into the dining room for hours and hours and hours - and promised to do it all again "man- yana"
- Driving our little Flintstone cars and bikes around and around the driveway
- Being buried waist deep in the grocery store shopping cart, while your sissies dance and flip through the store - no scene, and we definitely weren't stared at, at all.
- Seeing "Buzz Liyear" on TV for the first time - pure excitement
- Going to church and meeting all your new friends, playing with the train track at children's church, and finally realizing that church or "guitar and (clapping)" - his description after what I made him endure in Colombia, once for 3 hours - is not as bad as we thought
- Partying like a rockstar at Tia Becky and Tio Damien's - These people all came just to see me? and there is pizza and cake and balloons and toys?!?!
- Meeting all the Du****** part of the family, with more laughing, tickling, playing and pizza
- Reading Good Night Moon, and Good Night Bible in our new bed under a canopy of stars (thanks again, Ikea), cuddled up under our solar system bedspread (thanks, TJ Maxx!) - all perfect for the little boy who is obsessed with the stars and the moon - just like his daddy!
September 18, 2010
Never have 5 people been so happy to see each other again! Crazy tickling (Pollo and Chicken Nugget- not AMP and I, of course) and screaming and hugging ensued in the middle of the airport!
September 16, 2010
....broke a wing today on the monkey bars! My poor baby girl!! I don't know all the details yet, but I am glad Pollo and I are going home tomorrow so I can be with her. I had a great last day touring here in Bogota (I will give details later when I am home!yeah!). One more sleep - if you don't count the nap I am desperately hoping he takes on the plane- until the whole deChicken family is back together again.
September 15, 2010
It is a Colombian Soccer team. Apparently, a giant red devil with a pitchfork labeled American, is a great and historic logo for a famous soccer team out of Cali, so my Anti-american kidnap fears in the cab were slightly unfounded.
We ate roasted chicken today Colombian style- with giant plastic gloves. I had seen a small child doing this in the cafeteria in Barranquilla, and had assumed until today that she was allergic to Chicken skin oils, or something else bizarre, because seriously, who eats chicken wearing gloves (though I must say after trying it, it is very sanitary)? Apparently it is the must do down here - and no, this is not me, or even the people sitting next to us. We didn't have the camera with us (it is banned from the Embassy) so Google is helping me out in the visual imagery department. Have you ever googled "people eating chicken with plastic gloves"?
Pollo is US visa approved (but we don't have it in hand yet) as of 11:40 am today. We waited outside of the US Embassy in a sort of permanent tent for the whole process. Apparently, we are not paying enough taxes for walls.
September 13, 2010
But this was not a sign of bad things to come, because the day was successful. Despite taking the longest time ever at both the passport office and the visa doctor (legitimately the agent said it was the longest she had ever waited at both places, and she has been doing this a while), we are now in proud possession of a Colombian passport, and a completed medical exit form. Keep your fingers crossed for tomorrow - we are off to visit the Americans, and hopefully secure a visa.
And my tiger of yesterday was a perfect lamb today. Pollo just finished Day 2 of no nap and lots of waiting, and driving. And he is seriously a trouper - we only had to threaten to take away Good Night Moon twice!
I leave you with this. Would it make you feel comfortable if your cab driver had not 1, but 2 of these stickers on his dashboard? I have some hopes that it is a Colombian B league soccer team we know nothing about, but the Ultimate Chicken of course went to the dark side of kidnap phobia for a few brief moments today.
September 12, 2010
The spider, well it was the jumpy kind (Yes AMP, there legitimately is a jumpy kind - it is on Wikipedia) and this one was HUGE - a fat nickel sized, short legged, jumpy spider, right there reading Good Night Moon with us tonight. I killed it myself - at least I think I sent him to a watery grave down the drain, but one is never quite sure.
The tiger and cow were both encountered o our adventure out today. All three families here at Betty's Place (the awesome guesthouse we are staying in) loaded up all 5 children and 4 adults and went to Andres Carne de Res in Chia this morning. We returned at 5 o'clock with 5 painted and exhausted, but incredibly happy children. I have personally never, ever, seen anything like this place. It took up 2 city blocks, with the first block being the adult side (a club at night, and I can only imagine), and across the street (we crossed with a choir standing beside us singing) is the kid and family side. The entire restaurant is decorated in handcrafted, whimsical, recycled items, all from Colombia, and and every place you turn, there is something hysterical or amazing to look at. The food is ridiculous, even the water came in adorable bottles, and there were activities for the kids, like make your own clay animal, or cookies, or bead bracelet. I even saw a kid leaving with a skateboard she made in the wood shop activity section. I took as many pictures as I could, but nothing captures it. I admit to being underwhelmed but willing, when everyone suggested we go to some restaurant with face painting for the kids, but honestly, it is not to be missed. If you are ever in Bogota, you won't regret the hour ride - just go!
September 10, 2010
Pollo and I went for pizza tonight with the other guests in the guesthouse, and the pee-pee game was reenacted (imagine this time, 3 children who were potty training - you get the picture). It was fun, but I found myself missing the icecream, the Buzz Lightyear cups and the other 3 Chickens. Seis sleeps until we are back together again!!
I had made the bold statement that we were going yesterday to the other members of the guesthouse...before I really knew what all was involved. It just sounded cool and I wanted to take some good pictures of Bogota, what could be wrong with that. I then realized as I was looking at the website last night, that it was a really tall mountain. Apparently, the only way up is either a funny little train or a cable car. Did I mention that this Chicken has real issues with heights? Like serious issues with heights. Here is hoping that funny little train was running, because I don't do cable cars - seriously, who does?
Smile returns immediately upon entering the Funicular (the train up the mountain)
Mommy is also smiling broadly - cable car averted!
You are looking at fried whole potatoes (sick good!! will be recreated at home) eaten with a toothpick, a dry arepa, and the best corn on the cob ever (which will be sacriledge to my husband who was born on a corn farm - my sincerest apologies to my dear in-laws) but imagine a cross between corn on the cob and popcorn, dripping with butter and salt.
Only other options down: walk down the 10,000 foot mountain path....or take the cable car. Little red stroller is at home, and Pollo is standing at my feet, saying "up pease!" So I carry him back up the mountain, part way, put him down, wait for the fit to subside, and then continue on to the cable car, all the while reminding myself of what AMP always says, "They (the children) can smell fear." Here is a picture of the cable car:
AMP actually had the audacity to ask where the pictures where that I took from the car itself? Is he insane? I was frantically clutching Pollo in one arm, the pole in the other hand, and desperately making conversation with a tourist from San Francisco to distract myself. So we conquered the mountain, and I conquered the cable car. I think we will stick with the boring old art museum tomorrow.