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JieJie Makes Debut on Big-Girl Toilet; Calls Mom on Deadline With Report

MeiMei Says "Baby" and "Ball," "Meow" and "Woof! Woof!"

Ping, Au Pair from China, Gets Visa; Dumplings Promised

Daddy Dreams of Sleep

Downward Facing Mom

MeiMei and I made our debut at a Mommy and Me class this week -- yoga. MeiMei was a little uncertain. Mommy was a bit abashed among the lithe, 30ish moms who wore the right clothes and could perform all the moves.

MeiMei was the tiniest, and probably the youngest, little yogini in the sunny room.

She didn't cry, but she seemed a little stressed, and I wondered if I was doing the right thing by bringing her to a group class. She loved it when stringy Dayglo balls came out for one stretch and red balloons for another. When I asked her to take the balloon back to the teacher for cleanup, she stepped right up.

When the moms climbed up the wall backwards, feet first, I busied myself trying to position MeiMei, who shook her head vigorously until we moved to the next pose. Neither of us tried to step sideways through the hula hoop.

She liked the music, but looked askance at the kids who let their moms roll them up in the mat and then unroll them, but she made a stab at rolling up a mat on her own and then tried to carry it across to the teacher. It was such a joy to watch her opening up that I was able to forget my own performance anxiety -- pretty much.

And when we got home, we talked to JieJie, who gleefully volunteered to show MeiMei tree pose and bridge and to climb up the wall with her feet. And when JieJie effortlessly moved into the poses, MeiMei followed, with excellent form.

I guess we'll go back next week.

JieJie Floats the Cheerios

JieJie is a great big sophisticated girl, newly turned 5. She was brave at her dental checkup, enduring X-rays, knowing cooperation would speed her return to the playhouse (with slide) in the waiting room. On the way out, she saw a sign on a door and said, "Mommy, what's a lavatory?" -- which brings us to today's topic.

At last, and after making deals with the poopy doctor, reading affirmations to herself, and holding me tight, JieJie used the potty chair -- once a day, every day for a week. She is petrified of putting her little bottom on any of the cushy seats we bought to make the toilet seat fit her. Instead, she sits sideways on the seat of the potty, clinging to me, crying a little, holding herself rigidly, a fraction of an inch above the seat, until she pees.

She knows how to go and when to go, and thanks to the baby steps we have taken with the help of the poopy doctor, now she CAN go.

The first time, we were supposed to toss some cheerios into the big toilet and let her try to sink them. At the last second, she leapt off the toilet and we swung over to the potty chair.

"Now I can't sink the cheerios!'' she cried. "But you can float them,'' I said, having a moment of poopy doc wisdom. And she did. "Nothing bad or scary will happen to me if I pee or poop in the toilet," she says, holding the card the therapist made her.

Something bad or scary DID happen a long time ago, at least that is what the PD has deduced. We probably will never know what it was, and dwelling on the possibilities is, well, not helpful and too chilling.

What matters is, my #1 big girl is peeing in the potty and even dancing on top of the toilet. If she could overcome this fear, there are no limits to what she can do.

Daily(?) Headlines: Snacktime for Sisters

JieJie has been enjoying helping with her little sister, trying to change diapers and t-shirts, wresting the spoon from her spirited sister to feed her, and fetching her snacks and drinks.

Yesterday's treat was prunes. Lots of prunes. I left the room for a minute and when i returned they had made baseballs of prunes and were munching away. JieJie did not understand why i said they had eaten enough prunes. After all, PawPaw Dave had told her they were good for your tummy!

So far no ill effects.

MeiMei And Me

What a singular spirit is MeiMei! She is both beauty and clown, imminently patient with bumbling grownups, yet imperious about toys and snacks. In the last few weeks she has chosen walking as her favored means of locomotion, chasing cats, balls and the odd rolling grape. At 16 months she tries to dress and undress herself with whatever is handy -- JieJie's fanciest dress or dad's underwear. She has little patience for books, so we abridge the stories and do a lot of pointing at pictures. She is embracing TV, so we are using that perhaps too much to reinforce the sounds of English. She has fallen in love with Kipper the Dog, JieJie's first favorite, and will watch anything with music. Most of all, she loves animals. I can't wait to take her to the zoo. And as her foster mother wrote in answer to our questions, MeiMei's favorite animal is indeed the chicken and when she sees one she goes wild with excitement. She is quite the independent girl. We had planned on no introducing juice until later and then diluted with a lot of water, but she unearthed her first juice box from a low shelf, and presented it to me. I popped it and gave it back to her. She drained it in 15 minutes.
MeiMei can speak only a few words, and her babbling features only a few consonants, so we are seeking an evaluation by the Early Intervention program to see if she needs some speech therapy. She is, however, a great communicator. She points and waves, shakes her head yes and no with great vehemence, and makes perfect noisy, sloppy kisses. She has a mean throwing arm, especially with inappropriate objects.

MeiMei cemented her bond with mommy when we traveled to the Midwest for the holidays. Daddy came back to work and the ladies stayed on the road. By the time we got home, MeiMei was a mommy's girl.

JieJie and the Tummy Lady

JieJie has been noticing pregnant women these days and possibly asking people with big tummies if they are pregnant. When she told me about her most recent discovery, that her music teacher is expecting, she made it clear that she found it hard to believe that she was ever a tiny baby in someone's tummy.

She has known for a while that I am not her tummy mommy, but rather her "take care of you forever" mommy, but it all seemed to come together for her last night after several very emotional days of playing "new baby" while she was home sick with a fever.

Last night she decided to write a letter. She dictated it to me.:

Dear Tummy Lady,

What is your name?

Then she took the paper and wrote on her own: I (heart) you, Clare, 4, then had me add "almost 5."

She decorated it with hearts and added a drawing of herself as a baby in a crib in the "baby house." I told her we would put it away in her box of China things and someday perhaps we could take it to China.

JieJie and MeiMei Resolve

...that in 2008 mommy will post more often
get camera, charger, batteries and cable all in one place
and buy a new, mod video camera that holds a charge, so we can be a multi-media blog.

And All Through the House

Our new little doll now walks and talks!
She sings the "pop" in "Pop Goes the Weasel. She calls the tabby, our kid-friendliest cat, by some approximation of her name, Raptor. She is calling JieJie something consistent, and responding when JieJie calls her Yingamalaska or Uncle Jerry. (don't ask, but I hope Uncle Jerry ends before kindergarten.)

She has taken as many as five consecutive lurching steps, to thunderous applause.