Christmas Card Outtakes

When we visited relatives in Pennsylvania this weekend, we went to the Harrisburg Mall to see the impressive sandcastle that is constructed every year as Santa's home in the mall. Tootle visited with Santa, but Doodle decided that she is too old. Tootle assured me that most mall Santas are simply Santa's helpers, but the one that she saw was the real deal. I attempted to use the sandcastle as the backdrop for our holiday card with some success as well as some failures. Here are the failures.

Thankful

This Thanksgiving I'm thankful for many things:

The Thanksgiving letter that Doodle wrote as a school assignment. It was touching and very written. I hope she gets an A.

The fact that both girls helped prepare the turkey dinner and that both said they were most thankful for family. Tootle is also thankful for Santa Claus.

My mom. Life would be much more difficult without her help.

My job. I have a lot of flexibility in work hours and like my work most of the time. It could be a lot worse.

Living in this country. Things are going to be a bit bumpy for awhile as we recover from the economic mess, but I'm so hopeful for the future.

We made these pilgrims and Native Americans this morning. One of Tootle's friends spent the morning playing at our house because her mom is recovering from surgery. These so called "village people" make me smile, and the girls giggled a lot as they made them and played with them. After stuffing ourselves, we went to see the movie Bolt. This evening Tootle and I finished a difficult puzzle she was working on, and Doodle and I put some new music on her ipod.

Weekend Update

Our schedule on Saturday wasn't quite packed enough, so we decided to make dumplings in the afternoon. Tootle enjoyed perfecting her dumpling making craft, and we recruited Doodle's friend S to help. We also helped pack and decorate Thanksgiving boxes for the food drive at Tootle's school, went ice skating, and took Doodle to an evening birthday party at a bowling alley. (Tootle got invited to bowl a game too.) Sunday was much more low key. We ran errands after church, raked leaves, and then froze at Doodle's soccer practice.

Tootle's bully appears to have been successfully neutralized so she is happier at school. Doodle's problem doesn't have a quick fix but she is doing OK most of the time. I'm looking forward to a relaxing Thanksgiving break.

Scattergories

I saw this on Beverly's blog and decided to play along. Use the 1st letter of your name to answer each of the following. They have to be real places, names, things…nothing made up! You CAN'T use your name for the boy/girl name question.

WHAT IS YOUR NAME: Donna
BOY NAME: Donald
4 LETTER WORD: door
GIRL NAME: Delia
OCCUPATION: dermatologist
A COLOR: dark blue
SOMETHING YOU WEAR: dungarees
BEVERAGE: daiquiri
FOOD: dumplings
SOMETHING FOUND IN A BATHROOM: dental floss
A PLACE: Denver, CO
REASON FOR BEING LATE: dream
SOMETHING YOU SHOUT: Darn!

Seeking Counsel

I've been on the phone with the guidance counselors at both girls' schools today. Tootle is being teased by a few kids in her class about the small size of her left nostril, the result of being born with a cleft lip/palate. This one has taken me by surprise because the Hangzhou surgeon did such a good job that many adults don't even notice Tootle's deformity. I'm a bit biased, but she really is a beautiful girl. Last week one night she told me that several kids were asking her about her nostril and faint surgery scar and that she didn't like school and didn't want to go the next day. I asked her how she responded and she told me that she ignored them. I suggested that she could just matter of factly tell the curious kids that that's simply how she was born. That technique worked for the curious kids but it didn't work on a mean girl in the class who has continued to tease Tootle about it every day. While Tootle is going to school willingly, this is bothering her. An e-mail to the teacher went unanswered, so today I called the guidance counselor, who was very responsive. He pulled Tootle out of class to talk to her and she was unable to answer him except by nodding her head yes or no, so she clearly is upset. She asked him not to talk to the girl about this specific situation; I think Tootle fears retribution. But he does meet with this girl on a regular basis so he is going to discuss it with her in a general sense. I'm choosing to view this as an opportunity to arm Tootle with tools to deal with mean people, but I'd rather that she didn't have to deal with this at the age of six.

Doodle is having a rough time coping with the stress/pressure of school this year. It's a bit of a mystery because her report card showed no struggles, and her teachers report that she is doing very well, but I have to recognize the validity of her feelings and equip her with tools to cope with stress. It's a bit unnerving to try to calm down your 10 year old who is hyperventilating over a science test that you know she is prepared for. Doodle started seeing a licensed clinical social worker this week who specializes in anxiety disorders and often works with adopted children. The first session went well, and I'm hopeful that Doodle will be able to handle stress much better soon. I chose a LCSW who works with adopted kids in case Doodle has any underlying adoption concerns that she has been unable to talk to me about. Doodle's school guidance counselor is keeping Doodle's various teachers informed and is having occasional lunch sessions with her and a group of friends. I hope that we can nip this in the bud before middle school.

Writer's Block?

Has Tootle lost her muse already? This morning I came across three incomplete books, two of which only had a cover and a first page. The life of a busy author, who also has to fit in Chinese, Daisies, and skating, isn't an easy one.

Prolific

Tootle is a budding author. She writes at least one book a day now, sometimes 3 pages in length and other times as many as 16. She reports that she plans to write 100 books before Christmas. Thus far, the books have centered on the fictional adventures of bunnies and cats. The exception is a nonfiction book about the care and feeding of cats. My favorite recent addition is that she includes a description on the back cover and indicates whether the book is "fiction" or "information." A few of the books have been wrapped up to be given as Christmas presents. I suggested that she do the illustrations for these special books in color rather than pencil. She rejected this idea, saying that chapter books don't have color pictures. I should have known better than to mess with her creative process.

Anticipation

Even since Tootle saw her beloved kindergarten teacher and her darling baby girl on Halloween, she has been counting down the last 17 days with much anticipation. Mrs A's maternity leave ended today. Mrs. A's former students stop by her room every morning to see her on their way to their classrooms, and she always makes time to listen to them. Sometimes there are as many as 20 kids in the classroom while the current crop of kindergartners wait in the hallway until it is time to come in. Tootle had been incensed that she couldn't do this when school started but now she'll be making up for lost time. This morning she wrote one of her little books for Mrs. A's baby and proudly presented it to Mrs. A. Mrs. A promised that she would read it to her daughter tonight. How sweet.

Glorious Fall

All Gone

Our delicious pumpkins are all gone, and the squirrels now need to go on a diet.

Horsing Around

Tootle's Daisies troop went on its first "field trip" this weekend, visiting a horse farm to learn about and ride the horses. Tootle loved riding Danny. Fortunately she hasn't asked for riding lessons yet. The outing meant that I had to miss Doodle's parent-girls end of season soccer game. Imagine my disappointment that I didn't get to make a fool of myself. We did get home in time to catch the end of the party that followed the game.

Photography Club

Doodle is in her school's photography club this year. Here are some of her early shots. I'm particularly impressed by the one of the sunset filtered through our blind.

Pumpkin Mutilation Continues

Our two remaining pumpkins are being eaten by squirrels.

Rest in Peace

Joey died last night, surrounded by his parents, brother, and grandparents. He had a staph infection. His body, with his weak heart, wasn't strong enough to fight it. He had a heart checkup at the hospital last week, and he may have picked up the infection there (his checkups always involved a stay in the hospital). I'm having a hard time believing that the chubby blond smiling boy who my girls just played with on Sunday is no longer among us. He had just started to talk, calling his parents mama and dada. Because Joey's health was so fragile, our relationship with him was a bit distant. We played with and smiled at him but never held him. It saddens me that I won't see his big smile and dancing blue eyes again except in my memories. Please continue to pray for the family.

Prayer Request

My next door neighbor's 10-month old son, Joey, is in the hospital in critical condition, and doctors haven't been able to determine the cause. The prognosis appears to be pretty grim. Joey was born with severe heart problems and has had several surgeries in his short life. His current problem is not heart related. Joey is on the transplant list, although doctors had been hopeful that he won't need one. We just saw Joey on Sunday, and I was pleased with how healthy and happy he looked as the girls played peek a boo with him. He loves watching the girls run around with his big brother, Bobby. A day later he was sick, and on Tuesday he went to the hospital. Please keep Colleen, Adam, Bobby, and especially Joey in your thoughts and prayers.

More Reason to Hope

Tootle finished her first soccer season last weekend. I am very proud of the passion and joy with which she played. I am most proud of how well she performed as a teammate. She has the athleticism and skills to be one of the players who hogged the ball and scored often. Instead she put her focus on being a good teammate by passing to others and playing awesome defense. The undefeated Marshmallows toasted their season with marshmallows as they received their trophies. I hope every season will be such a positive experience.

Dreams

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed—
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.
--From Let America Be America Again by Langston Hughes

For over a year, I have had a dream that a visionary leader would be elected who would closely mirror my values and who would understand that big changes are needed to ensure my daughters' future is a bright one. That happened last night. I am filled with hope, especially after receiving an e-mail from the president elect himself last night, thanking me and millions of others for our support and stating, "We have a lot of work to do to get our country back on track, and I'll be in touch soon about what comes next." The grassroots effort will need to continue in order to encourage innovation, save the environment, and bring prosperity back. After eight long years of aimlessness, greed, and divisiveness, we will be on the right track again.

My mom reported this morning that she had a dream that Malia Obama enrolled at Doodle's school and was assigned to her class. In the dream, Doodle befriends Malia and has playdates at the White House. I think Malia is likely to go to one of a handful of DC public elementary school or one of the city's excellent private schools. Chelsea Clinton went to Sidwell Friends, where Doodle has been to summer camp. Doodle's public school in Maryland would be an excellent choice for the Obamas--it too is led by an energetic, visionary African American--but it's unlikely to happen.

Tootle had a dream that "our team, Brock (that's how she pronounces it) Obama" won and that our team had more candy than the other team.

Coloring in the Map

Doodle and I are watching the election returns together. She is coloring in the map for a media class assignment. It makes me very happy that she was able to color Pennsylvania, my home state, blue. I think she'll be finishing her coloring in the morning, but I'll keep watching as long as it takes.

Historic Day

I arrived at my polling place at 7:05 today--5 minutes after it opened--and stood in line for about 1.5 hours to cast my vote. I've never had to wait more than 30 minutes to vote before. Neighborhood friends were a few places ahead of me, a couple originally from India was in front of me, and an African American woman who had never voted before was behind me. The first time voter was in her 50s and told me that her sisters were also voting for the first time, as was her son who just turned 18. I loved the diversity and the enthusiasm of the crowd.

Election Eve Bullets

• My Obama/Biden car magnet arrived in the mail today. I dashed to the grocery store tonight for a few items, and I'm sure my magnet was the deciding factor for some uncommitted voters (insert heavy sarcasm here).
• I wish I had made the time to do more for Obama: I have friends and neighbors who are doing legal work, making calls, etc., but things like Halloween events planning, sickness, and school struggles have kept me home. I'll do my part in the voting booth tomorrow.
• There will be one fewer vote for McCain in Pennsylvania. My mom's twin sister broke her leg after the deadline for absentee voting so she won't be able to exercise her right to vote this year. She's in a wheelchair because she is unable to use crutches due to a shoulder injury a few years ago. Fortunately they live in a ranch house.
• We made some goodies for the election day bake sale at Doodle's school. Feeling a bit pinched for time, I bought Ghiradelli brownie mix for the first time. I got two boxes so we could try it before offering them for sale. The brownies got a big thumbs up from Doodle who said they were like "eating heaven." We also made whoopie pies.

Teenagers

I generally think that teenagers are too old for trick or treating but two older boys got my best costume vote last night. One of the boys had a Dick Cheney mask on one shoulder and a George W. Bush mask on the other shoulder. He had a sign on his chest that read "Your second worst nightmare." His friend was dressed as the worst nightmare: John McCain. When I opined that Sarah Palin is actually my worst nightmare, the boys agreed but admitted that neither was willing to dress like her.

This afternoon we saw a not so positive example of teenager behavior. When we got home from Tootle's soccer game, after being away for about four hours, we noticed that our jack o lanterns were missing. We found them smashed far down the street. Our next door neighbor, who was working on his car, remembers seeing a group of teenagers kicking something orange down the street. I wasn't aware that pumpkins made good soccer balls. Grrr.