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Monday, November 13, 2017

September & October




Natalia getting her first allowance: 1 jar each - spend, save, give

We always stop to smell the roses!

Natalia found this Venus Flytrap at the store!

Discovered a pond on our walk.

Can you spot the miniature Virgin Mary?  Trick or Treating at the Shrine of St Anthony.

Swing doing double duty.


Playroom fun.
                                   
"You wittle putemthere!" (Happy bday mommy!  Our gift to you: we love each other!)

"Ummm..."
"... are you serious?"
And they're off...

Finally great weather...

... for daily walks!

Yay for sensory play!

I think they're tying to go somewhere.


Dance party with grandparents.

Cooking up a storm, following in Daddy's footsteps...
... and here following in Uncle Karol's footsteps.

Marching band anyone?



Boy on a mission.

No, mom, don't document this! Just emptying my potty.

Mom says wood chips are yucky.  Let me try it myself.

Nothing like feeling the grass under your bare feet!
Two months before "oficially" becoming a toddler, Antonio started walking :) Here he is on the eve of Papi's birthday, what a gift!

Sunday, November 12, 2017

Antonio's First Year

1 month old, 1 mes, 1 miesiac

2mo

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11mo

1 year old, Roczek, 1 ano

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Dear Antonio

Dear Antonio,

As your first birthday approaches, I can't help but consider how my life - and I - have changed since you joined our family.  Not only did my faith come back as soon as I was pregnant with you, but I have also been forced to reconsider several assumptions about what I thought were best-practices in parenting.  Thanks to becoming a mother of two, I have a new appreciation for other mothers, mothers with more than one child, mothers who parent differently from me.  I no longer judge them.  

My faith was destroyed in the aftermath of postpartum depression and anxiety that I had after Natalia was born.  Try as I may, I couldn't regain it.  Then you came along, and I instantly knew you were here to stay, that you were a boy, and ... I suspect you may be called to the priesthood someday.  (No pressure!)

Antonio, you started to walk shortly after turning 10 months.  You already had 8 teeth by then.  That's when you started shaking your head "no" when you were full or if I tried to offer you oatmeal without a piece of fruit on the spoon!  You grin from ear to ear when I show you the sign for "milk", knowing you're about to get nursed.  You climb on everything and you're so curious about the world around you.  Everything is still new to you, and it's a joy to watch you discover God's great creation.  You smile and laugh easily, especially when tickled under your arms or on your inner thighs!  You play "kosi lapki" and love to hear me sing it while you clap.  And boy do you love your big sister!  You look for her when she's not around.  You touch her face as you examine her up close.  You grab things out of each other's hands already, but you do play together and enjoy each other's company.

You're not a big fan of the potty.  You hate having your diaper changed, too.  For the sake of peace, I've had to put cloth diapering, line drying laundry, and elimination communication on hold.  I also have been less than inspired when it comes to feeding you.  You love solid food, but just like your sister, you seem to be a foodie - something your mom is not.  So I don't let you feed yourself nearly as frequently as I did Natalia.  The mess is just too much for me.  

You sleep with me and nurse a few times each night, which is no big deal as long as you have a few sips and turn back to sleep.  Some nights you think you're at an all-night cafe, which is not conducive to your mom's back health, nor does it contribute to sufficient sleep.  But otherwise, I can't complain, so I never know what to say to people who ask how you're sleeping.  Better than if you were in a crib all alone in another room, that's for sure.  But I don't like to ruffle any feathers.  Not anymore, anyway!

My hopes for you are that you will always be as intrigued about the world as you are now, and that you will always welcome everyone with a kind smile, as you do now.  May you discern your calling in life earlier rather than later, so that you can go about the business of serving God with the joy and determination that are evident in your personality.

We named you Antonio Fernando.  Antonio means "worthy of praise", and we want your life to be a testament of God's great love for us; may your life show that God is worthy of praise.  Fernando means "adventurer".  Saint Anthony of Padua (born Fernando Martins de Bulhoes) is patron of lost things, and he has come through for us three times already. Once, he helped me find the becik (baptismal pillow) you were to be baptised in, as mommy foggy brian crept in and I couldn't remember where I was "safe keeping" it prior to your baptism. Another time, Natalia found her sunglasses after asking St. Anthony to help her find them the night before. Most recently, he arranged for Daddy to forget  to take the recycling to the curb on pick-up day, and when I went to take out recycling, I found a poem I had written and lost several days earlier, which was giving me much grief.  When we chose Antonio Fernando, we envisioned a holy adventurer :)  Peraps a missionary priest?

Of course, now that you're here and I've had time to consider what a religious vocation would entail, namely being separated from you for extended periods of time, I'm sort of eating my words.  But in the end, it's not my will but God's that shall prevail.  I am so grateful to God for having blessed me with you.  I didn't think I could handle two children.  I didn't think I could find enough room in my heart for both of you, but with God, all things are possible!

I love you my little darling.  My little cuddle bug.  So much!

Love, Mamusia

Thursday, September 14, 2017

July & August

Sibling bonding! :) 
 

In the video below, skip to second 25 :)
 Putting together a human skeleton with Daddy...
 
Harvest time!

Washing our home-grown goodies.


Natalia teaching herself to write her name.

Making lemonade with daddy.

found a baby bunny in our yard


Helping me with milk expression so Antonio has enough milk during my retreat.

 "elimination miscommunication"

My attempt at a morning board was a bit of a bust.

Finally someone likes to play with blocks. 
Future driver.


We took a road trip to Tennessee to watch the total solar eclipse!

Watching totality


We stopped by Luray Caverns as we were studying rocks in August.










Mi angelito rosando el Rosario.


Yum!
Natalia in Wonderland!

And that's our summer :)

  

Monday, August 7, 2017

What Good is "12 year old Polish"?

Recently, a monolingual speaker asked me "how good" my Polish was. I did not feel the need to get into my insecurities about losing fluency in my heritage language, so I responded with a truth that dodged the question.  I said, "well, it's my native language, so..."

And even though what followed made me feel insecure (unbeknownst to him), it did force me to consider what my language goals are for my children, as well as accepting my own languge competence.  He talked about bilingual immigrants whose native languages plateaued at a 12- to 14-year old's level.  I believe he was referring to the limited vocabulary of an adolescent versus an adult.

The moral of his story was that employers do not want someone with "12-year-old Spanish" or "14- year-old Vietnamese."  The nerve he touched without knowing or meaning to was what I've long been aware of.  I cannot move back to Poland and pick up where I left off when I migrated at age 8, in part, because I do not have the vocabulary necessary to land a job.  I have often wondered what the point of knowing Polish was if I couldn't become a translator with my current level of the language.  I've wondered the same thing about my third language, Spanish, but at least there isn't the emotional association to that language.

But having reflected on it, I have to disagree with this person's assessment of the uselessness of knowing a language less than fluently.  Even without perfect fluency, another language allows me to listen to (or read!) news from a different perspective.  English monolingual speakers could accomplish the same thing by watching not only American news but also British, Canadian, Australian, etc.  Imagine the additional perspective though of being able to learn first hand what non-English speakers have to say about world events.

Knowing another language less than fluently also allows one to enjoy cultural experiences more than when depending on translations.  Music, theater, foreign films all lose something in the translation. One doesn't need a college-level proficiency in a language to experience these cultural expressions.

Travel also becomes more meaningful (not to mention easier!) when one can read the menus, signs, directions, etc. in the language of the country one is visiting. Starting even a basic conversation with the locals allows a dimension unattainable by mere eye contact and smiling.

So what's the point of knowing a language if you don't know it fluently?  Employment is not the singular goal of language aquisition!  Income, wealth, status, none of these are the reasons I'm raising my kids multilingual.  My reasons are much more nuanced.  I want my kids to have an additional lens through which to experience the world. And that's not even mentioning the benefits to brain chemistry of knowing multiple languages!

Perfection - in language aquisition, overall academics, or life in general - is not the goal.  If my kids can enjoy the various benefits of experiencing the languages they know, who's to say they won't catch the polyglotal bug and embark on a lifetime of langauge learning for the sheer pleasure of it?

Regardless, one of the most important benefits of multilingualism is the understanding that there is more than one way of seeing anything.  This is a skill that easily transfers to all areas of life, and it simply cannot be measured in dollars and cents!