Tuesday, February 20, 2007

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As has been mentioned before, nearly our entire family is involved in our homeschool theater group's production of Oliver! With the performances less than two weeks away, it seems as if all of our attention and energy has been consumed by it. And while finding props, making costumes, locating appropriate footwear, and hounding friends to be in the audience is time-consuming , the thing that makes us realize that our lives have been overtaken, is the continual soundtrack running through each family member's brain. With eight people living together, you can be sure that at any given moment at least one person will be humming/whistling/singing a selection.

(This is sometimes cute, in a slightly embarrasing sort of way...such as when both TM and D spent our entire time in the grocery store singing a medley at the top of their lungs. I worry only a little bit what people think when they hear my obviously adopted son singing about how "all he ever gets is gruel". Since TM could sing nearly all of the songs from Oliver! before he could really speak English, there are some funny pronounciations and I'm hoping that no one can understand him.)

For the most part we tune each other out, unless it was at a moment when there was a blessed moment of quiet inside your head, and the music-making of the other person starts it up all over again. It doesn't even have to be an overt reference to a song. Often all it takes is a word brought up in normal conversation to start the soundtrack going again. For example, I ask a child where her shoes are, and the child replies it they are on the stair [case without any bannister, which we'll throw him down...]s in the front hall. I request she put them on since we have to go to the grocery store to buy [the wonderful morning, such a sky you never did see...]some food [glorious food, hot sausage and mustard, three banquets...]. While the child is putting on her shoes, I remind a smaller brother that he shouldn't be jumping on the furniture [there isn't alot to share, who cares, whatever we've got we share...]. I leave with the child who has her shoes on, telling the oldest daughter that we will be back soon [you can go, but be back soon, you can go but while...]. The child with me asks which store we are going to and I tell her where [is love, does it fall from skies above...] the store is. This continues in my head during the entire day....it's no wonder that I can never seem to remember things...all my available memory is being taken up with the Oliver! soundtrack.

I realize that the above example works best if you know the songs and the music. What better chance to become familiar with them than to come and see Thin Ice Theater's production of Oliver! If you're in the Chicago area and you want to come see it, email me and I'll send information.

We now return you to our regular programming.

Monday, February 12, 2007

"24" a la Curry


While I am told the above referenced show is exciting, the Curry version of the last 24 hours is about as exciting as I care to get. Last night, as we were finishing getting dinner on the table we hear a cry from the other room. Since someone always seems to be falling/tripping/stubbing toes/or otherwise becoming injured in minor ways, we thought nothing of it. But this time it involved blood...and quite a bit of it. TM had somehow fallen and hit his ear against the corner of a wall. J saw the injury first and promptly announced that he was taking TM to the ER. I was at least slightly prepared then for what I saw when I looked at TM's ear. His ear looked as if someone had taken scissors and cut from the outside edge, straight in. Basically, his ear was ripped in two, and we got a unique interior view of the ear's cartilage. It was bad. Eldest daughter M. gamely took over feeding everyone else dinner and we went to the hospital. Body parts cut in half evidently give one a free pass to a room and we were able to skip the waiting area. TM was a trooper through the whole thing, even during the 25+ stitches it took to attach the two halves back together. The highlights of the evening for him were the coloring book and crayons he was given by the ER staff and the blanket that was wrapped around him when we took him home. (The blanket was necessary as his shirt had to be cut off of him...a rather nice blue mock turtlneck, I might add...I feel emotionally attached to all of my children's clothes.) Blessedly, TM slept well last night and didn't seem bothered too much by his ear or the Jacob Marley-esque bandage wrapped around his head. D. now wants to go the ER because he wants a coloring book, crayons, and blanket, too. TM has very nicely offered to share (at least the coloring book and crayons) and that seems to have appeased D.

(For the next part of our exciting 24 hours to make sense, I need to fill you in on a couple of other things first. In January, we applied to start another adoption for child #7. Waiting times for our agency had increased to at least a year and so we thought we would start and take a break from paperwork, traveling and transitions while we waited. Imagine our surprise when two weeks later we receive a call asking us to consider the referral of a 10 month old boy in Viet Nam with a cleft lip and a cleft palate! [Note: We waited to write about this until we told family members ourselves. It didn't seem like something immediate family should discover by reading a blog...sorry if we missed anyone!] We have been waiting to hear the answers to some questions we had before making a decision.)

Now back to our show...this morning, while recovering from last night's excitement, we hear back from our adoption agency with answers to our questions. They were what we were hoping for, and we have accepted the referral of our newest son: Kiet Duy Franklin Curry...known from now on in the blogosphere as K. We don't expect to be able to travel anytime soon. The province in which he lives has a reputation for processing paperwork slowly...and the US side of things isn't really known for their speed, either. We will consider ouselves fortunate, indeed, if we travel before 2008.

So, that was our day, and I suppose that the highs balance the lows, in the long run. But it certainly is tiring.
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