Friday, October 23, 2009

The Three Tales

The Three Tales
 1. Language 101
One of the fun things with adopting a child from a foriegn contry is the language transition.
Jeremy has crossed over to english very well and every day is understanding more and more.
Yesterday morning I was letting our dog, Izzy, out of her crate and she did her routine stretches, shake, then little sneeze.  It always makes me laugh how cute she looks when she does her morning stretches.  It makes me want to hug her!
Jeremy was eating breakfast in the kitchen, where Izzy's crate is also.
I commented to Izzy, "You are so cute Izzy girl."
Jeremy looked so confused and questions, "GIRL?  Izzy's not a girl!"
Andrew and I couldn't help but laugh!
Jeremy had no idea why I would call a dog a girl (a human)! 
I wrapped him up in my arms and snuggled him with kisses.


Someday we'll explain whats a girl/boy facts to him, instead we just let it slide and enjoyed the moment.

2. Got Fever?


Joshua has had a fever for the past 2 days so he has stayed home from school.  Angela has enjoyed having him home!
This morning he woke up not feeling good at all (it was time for more medicine).



You know your boy is growing up when he wants to watch football instead of a movie.  Because Joshua was out of it I was going to let him watch a movie.  But instead he wanted to watch a football game on ESPN.360 on the computer.

 Angela and Jeremy sat with him for a while too.







3. Police!  

 Last night, while Andrew was gone helping with some construction/repair work at church, I took the kids upstairs to the out door "play roof" while it was still light out.


(Back when I was a kid, and lived in this 3 story building, this was where we played.  It is on the roof of the floor below, and has walls and fencing all around it to make it safe).

All 3 kids haven't played together in a while so they had a great time of tag and hide 'n seek
I let them yell and be loud as they chased each other around.  We don't have anywhere else they can do that so they went at it with all their hearts.

As it began getting dark I took the kids downstairs and put Jeremy in the bathtub.


Just at that moment my Grandmother came up the stairs (with her caretaker) to her little apt. that is located next to our's.
The caretaker was calling out my Dad's name...which is unusual so I went out to see what she needed.

Up past her strode two police officers!

Surprised and concerned I went toward them and asked what was wrong and how I could help them.

The younger officer (in his early 20's) was quite abrubt and asked me to "contain your dog, mam".
(Izzy was at the door to greet them with her usual friendly curiosity and tail wagging).  Both officers followed me into the house as I put Izzy in her crate.

The younger guy announced, "We were called over here because of a disturbance of children screaming.  We've been walking around the building trying to find a way to get in.  It sounded very bad and we are going to look around."

"Oh no!"  I groaned, "We were just upstairs playing and the kids were awfully loud!  I am so sorry!  You must have heard them playing.  One of our boys is from an orphanage and is used to being very loud.  Please, look around.  Would you like me to show you where we were?"


I had to call my Mom because Jeremy was in the tub.  She came down and escorted the gal officer up to look around while the guy prodeeded to look around our house.
He came back to me and asked questions.

Jeremy thought it was quite cool that a police man was in HIS house.
The abruptness began smoothing out of the officer as Jeremy kept interrupting him with his non-stop talking, "I'm Jeremy.  I'm 4.  Are you a police man?!  What are you doing?  I am from Haiti.  You go to Haiti?  I fly in a airplane!"

As the police were satisfied with their search and took down our information I thanked them for their concern.  If there really were kids in trouble it is good that there were people who took the time to call and get involved.
Even though everything was fine my heart was pounding after they left.  It was nerve wracking having police appear at my door all of a sudden!
But all ended well.

7 comments:

Liz said...

At least no one got arrested this time!:)

Carol Young said...

You lead SUCH an exciting life!!! I'm starting to think that pretty soon you will have enough police stories to write a book if you're not careful!

Stephanie said...

Talk about excitement! That's one for the memory books. :)

Jenn said...

My Mom said that she almost asked the officers if they were there the last time "action" happened....but then thought that bringing THAT up would NOT be a good idea! :)

Jenn said...

Oh, and for the record, Liz, NO ONE got arrested last time...they only put the whole family...including Grandma...into hand-cuffs. (of course, for those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about: that incident was a misunderstanding).

jhatwig said...

There never is a dull moment around your house! Your Grandma was in hand-cuffs last time :O ?

Teresa said...

Oh my!! What fun you guys must have had! I am dying to know the OTHER police story now though!
:-) Glad to know you're doing a little better Jen. Love you guys