"I wanna have friends that I can trust, that love me for the man I’ve become not the man I was. I wanna have friends that will let me be all alone when being alone is all that I need. I wanna fit in to the perfect space, feel natural and safe in a volatile place."

- The Avett Brothers

Thursday, May 31, 2012

Breathing Room

May is very quickly coming to and end. After this week, the kids have one and a half weeks of school left before their first-ever taste of summer vacation.

We’ve (just barely) done it. In one month’s time we’ve moved our old life and all of the crap that managed to accumulate in it out of our old moldy, but oh-so-homey, Spanish bungalow into our new, slightly more roomy and much better laid out (no mold either - a plus) 50’s tract home. The past few weeks have been an exhausting blur of trips back and forth between the two houses in the packed-to-the-brim bus, scrubbing, packing, unpacking, searching for things, shuffling things around, repairing the old house (Brent), beginning a multitude of projects at the new house (Brent again), continuing to meet responsibilities at work, eating take-out at whatever house we happen to be working at around dinner time, collapsing in bed with sore backs and chewed up hands, and reaching for a water glass only to find the cupboard you’ve opened houses the non-perishable food in this new home of yours.

Strangely, we’ve managed to keep our routine pretty much in-tact. In a household full of kids that require routine to stay anxiety-free and let their beautiful, evermore confident selves shine, throwing routine out the window just really wasn’t an option. I think its the routine that has made this move so surreal for me. Waking up on a Monday morning in an entirely new house in an entirely new neighborhood and deciding if I’m going to feed the kids a banana or fresh mango with waffles, scrambled eggs, hot cereal or a bagel and cream cheese (the only Elsa-approved, with 97% certainty you won’t have a melt-down on your hands before school, breakfast foods) for breakfast while encouraging Ashagre to remember to put lotion on his legs and Elsa to get her lotion and shoes on before breakfast, just as I did the day before and the day before that, in our old house has been, at the same time, grounding and disorienting all at once.

Despite our current lack of any living room furniture whatsoever (used much past its prime, all was thrown out during the move) and the many, many boxes that still need to be unpacked, each day we spend in our new house feels more and more homey. The layout is perfect. The extra 200 or so square feet (which manifest themselves in an additional bedroom, half bathroom, enclosed lanai-turned playroom and roomier kitchen) gives each member of our family a little more room to breathe and spread their unique energy around. The extra 200 or so square feet (for a total of 1100 sq. feet) also means that we’re still a family that eats together, knows where everyone is just by taking a second to listen, jockeys for the bathroom during key times of the day, and gets the opportunity to, day-in and day-out, perfect our skills interacting, communicating, and loving within this crazy clan we sometimes refer to as the Coranskis.

Packing up the old house.

Creating a space for the girls at our new house. This chicken coop
will withstand any natural disaster that comes it's way, believe me.


Chicken coop painting crew.

Sunday, May 6, 2012

The Spotlight's On You, Kid

Anyone who meets Elsa, and I mean anyone who speaks to her for more than 30 seconds, knows the girl loves to be in the spotlight. So, when months ago her teacher, the beloved Franny, announced that her class would be doing a Student Spotlight project Elsa began counting down the days until May 4th - the day all her classmates would gather around at her feet and yell, "Lights, Camera, Action!" before listening intently to Elsa talk about none other than herself for fifteen to twenty minutes.

Finally, April rolled around and we told her it was time to start preparing her presentation. We went to the CVS down the street and she picked out a bright green piece of poster board that she proudly carried around the store announcing to anyone that would listen that it was for her presentation. We spent a couple of nights going through the thousands of pictures I have of the kids on my computer and tried to narrow it down to pictures that told a story about who Elsa was. She would have been more than happy to include at least fifty percent of my pictures, but we were eventually able to narrow it down to three main topics: I Was Born in Ethiopia; My Family; and Things I Like to Do. I showed her a basic approach for laying out the pictures on her poster board - organize first and then glue - and she got to work. She worked independently with great attention to what she was doing - something that can normally be a challenge for her - until we called her to go do something else. The next night, she passed on watching a movie with Ashagre and contentedly finished up the rest of her poster.



As we started packing up boxes of books for the big move she picked out the special book she would share with her class on Wednesday, Tsion's Life, a book about a ten year old girl living in Addis Ababa. She also chose her special treasure to share with the class during her presentation on Friday - her red sock monkey that made the long journey back to America from Ethiopia with her. We crafted three clues to help her classmates guess what her treasure might be.

Her excitement poured out of her, even more than usual, and I couldn't help but get excited while helping her prepare for the big presentation. From the little girl that came home just over one year ago not even knowing she could have a favorite color, or a favorite anything for that matter (her world had been SO small in Ethiopia), Elsa has transformed into a confident extrovert who knows quite a bit about who she is and how the world works.

She is extremely proud of her Ethiopian heritage and loves sharing about Ethiopia with her class. One of the first pictures she chose for her poster was a picture of the outside of her dorm at her orphanage in Ethiopia. We talked about it a bit - that her classmates might ask her some hard questions if she included it - but she just looked at me unfazed and asked me to print it. She knows her story and embraces it - all of it, even the hard stuff.

On the big day, one little boy, who is a family friend and understands a little bit more about where Elsa and Ashagre came from because he watched it all unfold, asked, "Is that a picture of your orphanage?" She looked confused for a moment, but I knew she wasn't shaken. She was just looking for the right word. Until recently, we have been calling her orphanage Ethiopia House because that is how she referred to it as she was learning English. Lately we have been calling it by its official name or sometimes using the word orphanage. Once she understood his question she shrugged her shoulders and matter-of-factly answered, "Yep," and moved on to the next question.

The day of the presentation was just as magical as Elsa had made it up to be. She and Ashagre were both awake early and got dressed up for the big day. The whole family and our neighbor, Roman, arrived at the school and got settled in Elsa's classroom. After the morning greeting it was time. Elsa jumped up, grabbed the yard stick pointer, and started telling the class about herself. She was confident and spoke clearly, obviously in her element. The thing that got me the most was her poise and calm focus - Elsa's usually just a little bit too enthusiastic, a little to eager to garner someone's attention and keep the spotlight shining her way, but standing in front of her classmates, she listened carefully to their questions and made sure to give each of her friends her full attention.

Besides her pictures she shared the following information with her class:
  • Favorite color: purple (usually pink and red, but I think the spotlight may have thrown her off)
  • Favorite book: her Ethiopia books
  • Favorite animal: monkey and dogs
  • Favorite food: apples (both Brent and I had to chuckle at this one - we're constantly begging to eat her apples in her lunch)
She also shared that her red monkey was special because her mommy and daddy gave it to her and it came with her on the airplane from Ethiopia.

To wrap up the presentation Elsa introduced each of her guests. She was supposed to introduce us and say one thing she likes to do with each of us. Each guest, in turn, was supposed to state what they liked to do with Elsa. She introduced me first, stating she likes to snuggle on the couch with me. I had to admit that was my favorite thing to do with her too. She introduced her dad next and stated that she likes it when her dad tickles her. He also had to admit that was his favorite thing to do with her. She introduced Ashagre and said that she likes to play outside with him. After finding his words (a big feat for a shy little boy) he told everyone he likes to ride bikes with Elsa. Finally, she introduced Roman and said she likes it when Roman makes her laugh.

That was it, Elsa's fifteen minutes of fame had ended (at least for that day - I have no doubt there will be more). We gave her big hugs and wished her a great rest of the day at school. She beamed. When I swung by the coffee shop on my way to school I noticed a cute little charm necklace with a shining star on it. I couldn't help myself; I picked it up for her as a reminder that she shines every day, in or out of the spotlight (not that she needs a reminder).

All dressed up for the big day. My momma-heart melts.

Elsa's class sings I Think Your Wonderful to her. Yes, her teacher plays guitar
throughout the day as a teaching tool. Did we tell you we love Franny?




In case you've been worried that Ashagre hasn't been
getting much attention on the blog lately, don't worry,
Elsa's not hogging the spotlight. He's just been pretty
camera-shy lately. I have to catch him when he's not
expecting it; I couldn't resist on this one of him eating
his clam chowder after his baseball game.


Friday, May 4, 2012

Puttin' Down Some Roots, Baby

It's official. Tonight Brent and I were handed the keys to our new house; we're homeowners! This is quite the accomplishment for a couple that used to never stay in one place for more than three months. What's even more remarkable to me is how right it feels - things sure have changed over the last year.

We're keeping our rental through May, so we've got some time to refinish the wood floors in the new place (Brent is currently over there pulling baseboards up in hopes of being able to rent a sander tomorrow morning), and take our time transitioning from our homey, moldy spanish-style bungalow to our new 50's tract-style pad.

The kids seem to be weathering the whole process pretty well. There's lots of repetitive questions about what will be coming with us and when we'll be sleeping in the new house, but we get that on days Daddy takes them to school instead of Mommy. They can't wait to ride in the moving truck! Tonight they were big helpers as Daddy started pulling baseboard, and they seemed to enjoy the huge driveway to ride their scooters in. I think I'll take them to the home improvement store tomorrow after their baseball game to gather some paint samples for their new bedrooms.

It's been a LONG, eventful day (recap of Elsa's Student Spotlight Presentation coming soon), and I'm exhausted, so I think I'll just leave you all with a few pictures from our little ceremony tonight (sorry FB friends, these are the same pictures I posted a little while ago). A huge thanks to Roman, our hard-working realtor and great friend - you are officially welcomed into the family as Aunty Roman.

Family photo on the front porch.

Time to celebrate!

Cheers!

The woman that made it all happen - Roman.

Cooking our first dinner in our new house.

Brent wasted no time getting started on a project - he
hopes to get the wood floors refinished this weekend.

Eager to learn from and help Daddy.

Construction clean-up/dance-party.