Wednesday, April 08, 2015

Book Character Day

Our school had a super cute Book Character parade for Reading Week, and Sojo dressed up as one of her favorites, Franny K. Stein. She's a girl mad scientist that is quite funny. An added bonus was that she got to carry a stuffed animal to school, something she wishes she could do each and every day.



Love that girl. 

Friday, April 03, 2015

Shamal Wear

Last night, we had the biggest shamal we've seen since moving to Saudi. The wind whipped the sand around all night long, and it was like snow on the ground this morning.

Sojo needed to have her eyes protected, so she wore these awesome glasses.



And in a completely unrelated photo, I snapped this the other night of her reading in bed. Not something she chooses often (she always prefers that we read to her), but this Roscoe Riley book was so good that she finished it in one gulp. We love catching her looking so big. 





Friday, March 27, 2015

Paris, again

This spring break, we headed off to the glorious city of Paris yet again. Spoiled, yes, but we also wanted to take Dale's mom somewhere in Europe, and she chose Paris (woo hoo!).

Dale's sisters met us there as well, so it was a true family affair. We rented a big flat with plenty of room, and we saw as much as we could see in the chilly 6 days.

Here are the highlights:

1. Seeing the Eiffel Tower just as spring was starting to appear. Cherry blossoms were stunning!



2. Hop-on, hop-off bus was a blast, especially seeing Dale and his sisters so happy to be together. Next time, I want to go up the Arc de Triomphe as they said it was awesome.



3. We didn't visit the Louvre itself, but I loved just hanging around the area, drinking coffee and eating bread. So much bread was consumed on this trip. 


4. We stayed in the Latin Quarter this time, and it had more of a local feel than the St. Germain area. I liked both for different reasons, but we hung out at a cafe on the Contrescarpe where Hemingway used to write. Cool factor very high there! Sojo was especially fond of the gelato store on Rue Mouffetard, and she partook of gelato at least once a day.



5. We made a day trip to Versailles, and it was a sight to see. Truthfully, the opulence was overwhelming if I took even a minute to think about it. My favorite part was when we rented golf carts to toodle around the gardens, stopping to eat hot baked potatoes on the way. 

Even after two times in Paris, I'd hop on a plane to go back in a heartbeat. Although, next time, it would be lovely for us to head out of the city itself and explore the countryside. 

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Riding the Creative Wave


A weekend wish for a car for Gilgamesh was granted by her baba. We then took a family walk together to show off his new wheels to friends in the 'hood. At one point, Sojo said, "You know, it's so nice that we live here where no one says I'm weird for having a car for my stuffed animal." 

I totally agree. There is an innocence here in our small town that I am not sure exists anymore in many places. As a parent, I love how Sojo does stuff like this and thinks it's absolutely fabulous. I am watching some of the 2nd graders subtly shift into wanting to be with the older kids, and I hope she hangs onto this creative side of imaginative play for as long as she can. 





Sunday, March 01, 2015

The Speech


For posterity's sake, here is the speech. She said that technically she didn't write it (it was SO long, mama!), but instead she told her counselor and she wrote it for her. Her words, though. Our pride. 



"I was adopted when I was one day old. I know nothing about my first mama except she was kind enough to give me to the orphanage--maybe because we were poor but I don't know for sure. Maybe we didn't have enough room in our house or enough money to take care of me and she didn't want me to suffer. But what I do know about my first mama and baba is that they were from China.

Because I am from China, I call my parents mama and baba because that's what they call parents in Chinese and Arabic. In Spain, they say mami and papi, and in Canada, they say mom and dad. My mom and dad are from the USA, and they are Ms. Tara and Senor Ethridge.

When people ask, 'where are you from?' I think it is weird and none of their business, but I tell them anyway to be kind. I say I am from China but not totally because my mom and dad are American. I am Chinese but I don't speak Chinese. I have never been to China except for when I was just a baby so I don't remember. But I would like to go there to try the noodles because I LOVE NOODLES! 

I am a third culture kid because I live overseas from my hometowns and home countries. This makes me feel cool because I am part of cross-cultural places."





Saturday, February 28, 2015

The Big Day

As we were getting ready the night before Sojo's assembly, she mentioned that they could wear something from their culture. I suggested her Old Navy tshirt with the American flag, and she suggested her Chinese dress. Seems like an ordinary request, but this is from the girl who has refused to wear any dress for almost three years. Her motto is "it's my body and my choice" which I wholeheartedly love, and I sincerely hope she clings to that motto forever. 

But, she wanted the qi pao, and that was beautiful in that it is her heritage. Only problem is that the qi pao is a few years old, and it was tight. I cut the side to make it fit, and we pinned it on her the next morning. A last minute change for her was letting her hair down--another thing she very rarely does. I knew the day was special for her, but these added extras made it obvious that this was truly an important day for her.



The assembly itself was a huge hit, and I love that our focus at school is making them very kid-directed. Not to be overshadowed by her speech, she and a small group of friends made an entire Minecraft world that was akin to the true community of 2nd graders on stage. I had the chance to help them with this part of the show, and it was wildly creative. They made a community where everyone is welcome (the theme of the month was Cross Cultural Citizenship), and we made a movie of them traveling from landmark to landmark. 



She knocked it out of the park with her speech. Her poise, her confidence, her reading fluency! I was completely in awe, but I am most days when I'm with her.



Thursday, February 26, 2015

On Being Adopted, part 1

Sojo's class is in charge of this month's assembly at school, and the theme is cross-cultural citizenship. Our counselor told me later that she was chatting with the 2nd graders, getting them to tell stories about their own experiences of living abroad. She then asked if anyone would like to share a story on stage about their experiences, and Sojo raised her hand and said she wanted to talk about being adopted.

Um...ok? Surprising (in the very best of ways) as she usually is hesitant to talk about being adopted. Sometimes she'll ask a question or two, and she knows many details of her story; however, for many years she has done much to avoid the subject overall.  That being said, in the last few months, we have noticed there is a new depth to her questions and observations. After writing an essay of sorts about her experience, she brought it home to practice. Sitting at the dinner table listening to her, it was extremely hard to not cry as her beauty and innocence and goodness shines through. Most of all, the speech lets us know that she is in a good place with being adopted, and that is what we always hope for.



Today is the day of her performance. And not to have her speech overshadow all the other coolness that is her, she and a small group of friends have worked tirelessly on creating an amazing Minecraft community that will be showcased as the backdrop of the show.

She's made me promise not to cry (hello, empty promise!! I cry at everything, and how on earth could I not cry when this sweet girl talks about the kindness of her first mama who didn't want her to suffer?), but the tears will be of joy, not sadness.  We are both forever grateful that she came into our lives, and she fits so perfectly. Also grateful that she and I both embrace such a funky style--the above photo was just a regular day, and we both look so crazy! Crazy fabulous, that is.