A whole lot is going on (economy sucks, if that gives you any clue to whats been going on around here!) but nothing to report of any importance besides stuff about the kids that I want to document.
Camden is now 19 months old and doing better than I could have ever imagined. He is still super tiny…not on the charts (American charts that is.) His pediatrician seemed concerned about this at his 18 month well check, but she’s also not taking into account
1. He’s Asian
2. Was in an orphanage for his first 12 months
3. According to his adoption docs and the weight documented, he was more than likely a preemie (again American standards.)
4. Eats mainly fruits and veggies, as he dislikes most meats.
She suggested lathering his food in butter and oil and doing a follow up every 6 months with her. Neither is going to happen since he eats and is proportionate for his size. I tend to freak out about every little thing, but this is not a concern for us. If he loses weight or shows signs of not wanting to eat, then I’ll take some action. He is still in 6-12 months (Gymb*ree) and 9 month (Carter$) but he’s starting to fit in some of the 12 month clothes I bought for him months ago. I’m getting tired of putting him in the same ol’ clothes, so I am quite excited.
He’s talking so much and he is so proud of himself when we repeat back to him the word he just said. He then knows we understand and gets a huge smile. His favorite words are dog, kitty (ke-ke), bye, hi, no, shoe, mom (muhhmmm), da-da, sissy (izzy), poop, ewwww!!! (his favorite), eye, nose, and beee (his blanket,) and the never ending OWWWIEE (explanation below.) He can say tons of words but those are his everyday words and most are repeated 100 times or more in a 10 minute span. Angelica is a talker or as papa says “windy”, so we are prepared. When my attention isn’t focused 100% on him, he’ll put his hands on my cheeks and move my head to face him, it’s so cute. He gives me tight hugs by wrapping his tiny arms around my neck, bring his knees up to my chest, sqeezes tightly as he pats my neck. He still enjoys books, nursery rhymes, coloring, playing in his sandbox, water-table and swinging. He loves to help me unload the dishwasher, carry laundry to the laundry room, pick up toys, etc. He’s a good helper and a great listener when I ask him to do things for me. He’d spend all day outside if I’d let him, which I do up until 7pm. He has free range in our back yard, but wants me to be with him 100% of the time. Every once in a while I can go inside to clean or get stuff done, but he usually starts crying or comes back in the house once I am out of sight. He is all mama’s boy and I love it.
When he gets hurt, he says “owie” and immidiately comes to me to show me where he got hurt (although a fly could of landed on his arm, he’d still say “owie”.) Partly this extreme need to show me his pain, started with me wanting to show him I am his comfort since he didn’t want me to comfort him and didn’t understand I was his comfort. Those first few weeks he would rarely allow me to hold him for comfort, which broke my heart. He now has no problem letting the world know he has a boo-boo and needs his mama, I love it!
Another orphanage behavior he had was food and his bottle. He wouldn’t allow me to touch his bottle without screaming in defense. He also didn’t like being fed, he wanted to feed himself. He now allows me to touch his bottle – he still wants to feed himself but will allow me to hold it with him. He will allow me at times to feed him but I think he enjoys his food and wants to take full advantage of having it at all times, so he wants to feed himself, although he’ll allow me to do it as well. He is still extremely protective of HIS food. He will share if you ask but if you try to take his food, you have better be ready for a fight! I don’t know what happened in that orphanage but it was fight or flight and he was a fighter. I guess this is part of survivor skills living in an orphanage. I didn’t expect any of the food issues due to him being 12 months when he came home but it was there and creeps up at times.
He is a very shy, reserved little boy with strangers. Which is the total opposite of Angelica at his age and even now. He doesn’t like to look people he doesn’t know in the eye. It takes him a long time to warm up to people. He thrives around other kids, however.
He does not do well with change (another opposite to Angelica.) We had a long road trip this past week and it was tough for him. He broke out with eczema, grinded his teeth, refused to eat, and had a couple of restless nights. This same thing happened at Heritage Camp (at the time I contributed it to him being sick), and another time when we went camping. So we will try to stay put when possible in order to avoid stress for him. I often wonder if the reason for him being so tiny is because he didn’t eat well at the orphanage due to stress. I think it’s highly likely.
Angelica is getting ready to start 1st grade. She says she is excited, but a little nervous. I am more nervous for her. I hated those first days of school. She continues to struggle with writing and her fine motor skills but compensates a lot by having an incredible memory. This girl doesn’t forget a thing and memorizes everything! I am confident she will do just as well this year in school as she did last year. I never imagined she’d be reading by the end of Kindergarten, but she amazed me beyond words with her determination to learn. She’s as goofy and outgoing as always. Constantly on the move. She’s a great sister and I am so proud of how she has opened her heart up to Camden. She’s his little mother hen and is so protective and loving towards him, never a jealous bone in her body towards him. Again, I am so proud of her. She has always been a mama’s girl and had that ripped right out from under her when Camden came along. She’s been a trooper and has matured and grown so much this past year. I’m treasureing these younger years so much because they fly. I am lucky, so very lucky!