I've been calling days "Mostly Good" when there are steps backwards in our attachment as a family, but more than just a couple limps forward. Generally those are good days with one or two blow-ups from one of us. Mostly Good. The days which are wonderful and happy and make us recognize that we LOVE our family better than anything. Well, those have been named Rainbow Days by wee Lire.
Nothing spectacular happened yesterday. Lire was still napping (he is a powerful napper -- we think that's why he's so happy) and Habtam and I were hanging out and having tea and milk. We were also sharing crusty bread with peanut butter and jelly. I can't remember how it came up, but he wanted to know all about how Alex and I came to Ethiopia -- did we come more than once, where were he and Lire, etc. So I went over the story of how we first got a photograph of them and were asked if we would be their parents -- "Yes!" squealed Habtamu. How we traveled for a long time to get to Ethiopia. How we met them at Horizon House and played with balls and bubbles. How they cried when we would leave for the day and then how they cried when they spent the night with us. How we all took a big airplane to the US and a long car ride to their new house.
Then I started telling him about the types of things he and Lire got into when they first arrived. EVERYTHING! Gas was turned off and on, child-proof cabinet latches were laughed at and household cleaners were sprayed, lights were turned on and off and on and off and on and off and ...
Toilets were filled to the brim with toilet paper and flushed. And backed up. And flushed again so that they would overflow. Mmmm...
A dryer was broken, a lightbulb exploded, pillows and blankets were cut by children's scissors -- we never knew how well those scissors could cut!
As I told the stories, gesticulating and exaggerating my and Alex's reactions, Habtamu laughed and laughed.
"Oh, Mommy! Too funny!"
It actually IS funny now. But at the time, OY! Keeping up with Habtamu and Lire the Destroyers was not an easy task.
H and I spent the next hour tracing letters and coloring them in with markers.
H: Makes the sign for "beautiful" and points to me.
It was a Rainbow Day.