It’s been intersesting watching Kembe adjust to the culture here. There are many, many things that translate. One of my favorites is our bedtime routine. In the orphanage, they always read a story out of the children’s bible, sand songs, and said prayers. We do the same thing here. I think it is a big comfort for him.
We also have a trampoline, and jumping on the trampoline was his favorite thing to to in Haiti. He spends a lot of time out there with his siblings, laughing and jumping (and showing them up with his flips and stunts).
Other things have not translated so well. We like taking the kids for ice cream. He thinks it’s disgusting. I think frozen anything is pretty foreign to him. I have never seen a kid throw a fit over the proclamation “let’s go for ice cream!” But that’s exactly what happens in our house.
He also hates watching tv. He yells at me whenever I turn it on. My kids don’t watch a ton of tv, but it is definitely something in our house that serves a purpose. (And that purpose is me taking a shower in the morning). I’ve been working really hard to warm him up to watching tv. Never thought I would be saying that . . . I’m training a kid to watch tv. But seriously. Mommy needs a shower.
He’s perfectly content to ride a princess bike, or walk around in princess shoes. But for some reason, a pink sippy cup is where he draws the line. He will NOT TOUCH a pink sippy cup. But he’s cool with the pink bike with pom poms.
He thinks gloves are awesome. He thinks harmonicas are the coolest thing ever. He doesn’t like the carousel. He loves India’s bedazzled flip-flops but refused to wear jeans for the first two weeks. He is totally freaked out by the blender. He loves Mexican food, but won’t touch potatoes. He will eat a chicken bone cleaner than most adults. He is obsessed with all things camouflage – he got a pair of pants that were camoflauge and he refused to take them off for about a week. I think I finally figured out what that was about: