8/22/19 We're back from Mexico as of a week ago. The kids are at camp this week and on Monday, they'll start kindergarten and second grade.
The rest of our Oaxaca trip was good -- we had hot chocolate at the zocalo, we ate pastries in the morning near our house, us adults went on a docent-led tour of the ethnobotanic garden, we packed up and said goodbye, until next year.
Aviva's been saying Spanish words a lot, mixed in with English. "Do you gusta sandia?" We went to a barber to get a haircut, and when the barber asked Aviva to close her eyes so he could cut her bangs, I didn't understand what he said. But she did, and she closed her eyes. (Sidenote re: Aviva - She sometimes licks her fingers and then wipes her face all over. She says it's lotion. Also, when we're in a public bathroom, sometimes she wants to be in the stall by herself, because she wants piracy.)
Now that we're back, Aviva has been periodically having little fits where she's mean, angry, and bossy. Noah has been helpful and flexible, and often forgiving when he hits her or calls him a poopy-face. Sometimes, of course he yells and tells on her or hits back. But sometimes he says it's okay, and if she wants to hit him, it's alright with him. During one of these fits, Noah and I were snuggling and in bed, while Josh was with a very upset Aviva. Noah said that sometimes it's nice to have a sister, and sometimes it's not. And she's been so upset, but he thinks we just have to wait. "We'll just wait until she's 10," he says. "And when she's 20, she'll definitely definitley definitley be normal." And then he said that sometimes, what he really likes to think about, is a pizza with barely slightly overripe tomatoes.
The rest of our Oaxaca trip was good -- we had hot chocolate at the zocalo, we ate pastries in the morning near our house, us adults went on a docent-led tour of the ethnobotanic garden, we packed up and said goodbye, until next year.
Aviva's been saying Spanish words a lot, mixed in with English. "Do you gusta sandia?" We went to a barber to get a haircut, and when the barber asked Aviva to close her eyes so he could cut her bangs, I didn't understand what he said. But she did, and she closed her eyes. (Sidenote re: Aviva - She sometimes licks her fingers and then wipes her face all over. She says it's lotion. Also, when we're in a public bathroom, sometimes she wants to be in the stall by herself, because she wants piracy.)
Now that we're back, Aviva has been periodically having little fits where she's mean, angry, and bossy. Noah has been helpful and flexible, and often forgiving when he hits her or calls him a poopy-face. Sometimes, of course he yells and tells on her or hits back. But sometimes he says it's okay, and if she wants to hit him, it's alright with him. During one of these fits, Noah and I were snuggling and in bed, while Josh was with a very upset Aviva. Noah said that sometimes it's nice to have a sister, and sometimes it's not. And she's been so upset, but he thinks we just have to wait. "We'll just wait until she's 10," he says. "And when she's 20, she'll definitely definitley definitley be normal." And then he said that sometimes, what he really likes to think about, is a pizza with barely slightly overripe tomatoes.
