I'm too tired to write, but...
Yesterday I took Sitota on a few errands. In the store I picked up some of the tiny bands for braids. She looked at them, looked at me, shook her finger and said "Nooo," and she put them back on the shelf. Too soon... :-)
She sat in the cart and talked to everyone we saw... at times yelling to people across the store, "Hello... how are youuuu?" When they responded and asked how she was, she just parroted them back. She has no idea what she is saying...
Today we went to meet Memere. When Sitota saw the singing turkey she slipped into panic mode. "No, no, NO!" Poor Memere. It was something to watch them play ball together. At one point I think she wanted Memere to crawl under the kitchen table to get her "kwass." So funny.
She got pretty bored on the drive home (about 1 1/4 hours). She was talkative and silly. At one point she was calling me. (At the care center, the Nannies would say, "Xabier Abakesh" God Bless, or something similar, and Sitota would answer, "Amen.")
S: "Mom, Mommy, Mommy..."
Me: "Yes, Sitota?"
S: "Xabier......" pause...
Me: Abakesh
S: Amen... (hysterical laughter...)
Then she proceeded to close her eyes and fold her hands in prayer and speak in Amharic. She just laughs when we say grace at dinner and say bedtime prayers, so this was a first.
I stopped to get gas on the way home... and before I got out of the car she sees the other people at the pump and starts yelling to them, "Hello! I love you!"
Yeah.
She loves the piano, thanks Pitman family. She hates cats, thanks Pitman family. She is now totally off bathtime, but tonight she went to sleep with hardly any sadness. She loves squash and will not even consider peas. She says a dog says woof woof, a cat meows and a baby "waaaahhhs."
She's home. Sigh.
It's funny how aware I am of every touch. I don't remember noticing with the other 3 Punks when they rested their hand on my leg when we sat together. Or when they rested their head against my shoulder. With Sitota, she's still reserved with her affection, especially with Rob and I. So every casual touch is a little victory. A little indicator of trust and comfort. It's strange to be so aware of everything.
I'm also floored by the notes. I get notes almost every day from friends who tell me how much they look forward to reading about our progress. People I talk to fairly often, and others I haven't talked to in decades. It amazes me.
Thank you.
Yesterday I took Sitota on a few errands. In the store I picked up some of the tiny bands for braids. She looked at them, looked at me, shook her finger and said "Nooo," and she put them back on the shelf. Too soon... :-)
She sat in the cart and talked to everyone we saw... at times yelling to people across the store, "Hello... how are youuuu?" When they responded and asked how she was, she just parroted them back. She has no idea what she is saying...
Today we went to meet Memere. When Sitota saw the singing turkey she slipped into panic mode. "No, no, NO!" Poor Memere. It was something to watch them play ball together. At one point I think she wanted Memere to crawl under the kitchen table to get her "kwass." So funny.
She got pretty bored on the drive home (about 1 1/4 hours). She was talkative and silly. At one point she was calling me. (At the care center, the Nannies would say, "Xabier Abakesh" God Bless, or something similar, and Sitota would answer, "Amen.")
S: "Mom, Mommy, Mommy..."
Me: "Yes, Sitota?"
S: "Xabier......" pause...
Me: Abakesh
S: Amen... (hysterical laughter...)
Then she proceeded to close her eyes and fold her hands in prayer and speak in Amharic. She just laughs when we say grace at dinner and say bedtime prayers, so this was a first.
I stopped to get gas on the way home... and before I got out of the car she sees the other people at the pump and starts yelling to them, "Hello! I love you!"
Yeah.
She loves the piano, thanks Pitman family. She hates cats, thanks Pitman family. She is now totally off bathtime, but tonight she went to sleep with hardly any sadness. She loves squash and will not even consider peas. She says a dog says woof woof, a cat meows and a baby "waaaahhhs."
She's home. Sigh.
It's funny how aware I am of every touch. I don't remember noticing with the other 3 Punks when they rested their hand on my leg when we sat together. Or when they rested their head against my shoulder. With Sitota, she's still reserved with her affection, especially with Rob and I. So every casual touch is a little victory. A little indicator of trust and comfort. It's strange to be so aware of everything.
I'm also floored by the notes. I get notes almost every day from friends who tell me how much they look forward to reading about our progress. People I talk to fairly often, and others I haven't talked to in decades. It amazes me.
Thank you.
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