As Brooke knows, Anju has been having fun lately throwing things. When she was frustrated, she used to pinch and bite. This strategy was useful in the orphanage, but we were able to nip that one after a month or so down to an only occasional occurrence (usually involving her brother---hmmmm.) Then it was just whining and meltdowns- usual toddler fare. Well now, knowing that the drama doesn't work, she has resorted to throwing things....... books, toys, mittens, washcloths, whatever is in reach. She threw her sippy cup so many times the valve doesn't stick in all the way anymore and its contents dribble out onto the floor when thrown. And, she threw her shoe at me and I had a lovely cut bottom lip with a beautiful bruise. Hopefully these toddler temper issues will resolve themselves soon--before anyone needs the services of a plastic surgeon.
It astounds me how precious, cute and wonderful Anju is in public. She may be busy and opinionated (like during Daddy's sermon when she wants to go to the fellowship hall for "snack time" a bit early and is upset that I won't take her) but is in general great spirits. She toddles around away from me and explores her environment- gravitating toward other kids or animals. But at home, her clinginess and "need" to be carried gets overwhelming and frustrating quite a bit of the time. Getting better day by day, but we're still not there yet. And, she is after all close to two. That is its own challenge!
Anju has really started her "parrot" mode where she copies everything we do. She started eating left-handed because her sister was, but gave up when the spoon kept dropping all the food off. She saw her sister dip crackers in her soup, so she needed a cracker too. She shoved it in her chunk of sweet potato, lifted it back up and took a bite--"mmmmmmm!"
She is signing more to get what she needs and patiently waits for a refill of her cup or a biscuit when she knows we understand what she needs. However, signing "banana" in Target didn't bring a banana (unfortunately I left my kitchen at home) which led to another throwing session so this is a work in progress. :-)
She's getting to know our routines, and when she sees me in the morning she shows me where the coffee is and points out my mug if she can see it from her vantage point. She directed me this morning to pray for my coffee since I was sitting at the table--which I don't think I've ever deemed necessary before--but I suppose God gave us coffee too.
Anju is learning day by day not only how to be an American, or how to be in an American family, but is learning to be a Stafford of Lengby. She is developing our mannerisms and assimilating to our family culture. And I'm thinking how amazing and wonderful this is while Anju, Shawn and I eat curried kidney beans, lentils, basmati and pitas for lunch. Anju is learning to be a Stafford while we are learning to be Indian. Just amazing!