In a country that really doesn't celebrate Halloween, you can kind of have it whenever you want. This weekend some teachers from our school hosted a costume party, and boy, did we have a great time dressing up. The boys were Snoopy and Woodstock (and they thought of that one on their own, interestingly); Owen and I went in with some friends to be water, fire, earth, and wind; and Abigail went as her version of a fairy (she rejected wings, a fairy-like dress we picked out, and basically all of our ideas and instead had me draw a fairy on her forehead--kind of a free spirit fairy is what we have here).
". . . I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living" (Ps 27)
Sunday, October 20, 2013
Early Halloween Party
In a country that really doesn't celebrate Halloween, you can kind of have it whenever you want. This weekend some teachers from our school hosted a costume party, and boy, did we have a great time dressing up. The boys were Snoopy and Woodstock (and they thought of that one on their own, interestingly); Owen and I went in with some friends to be water, fire, earth, and wind; and Abigail went as her version of a fairy (she rejected wings, a fairy-like dress we picked out, and basically all of our ideas and instead had me draw a fairy on her forehead--kind of a free spirit fairy is what we have here).
Sunday, October 13, 2013
The Friend Coach
I have come to the conclusion that while all of my Spanish-speaking friends help me in some ways to learn the language, there is a certain kind of friend who is especially helpful to those learning a language.
I do have appreciation for any friend willing to speak Spanish with me--I imagine it takes a lot of patience and commitment to befriend someone who butchers your first language. When I talk in Spanish I alternate between painfully long pauses while I'm thinking of what to say, choppy passages with embarrassingly poor grammar, and ludicrous phrases where I confuse "mint" with "mind" or "soup" with "soap." It takes real loving-kindness for someone to bear with me.
But even so, with many of my friends who speak Spanish one of two things happens.
With the first type of people it is difficult to try to speak Spanish. I find myself unable to even speak up to my current ability level and either switch to English or start to fail wildly and sort of panic (this is not a pretty sight). With the second, I just keep making the same mistakes over and over.
But again, back to this certain type of friend I was describing. I have two in particular that come to mind, Diana and Ruth, who are so very good at coaching me without being at all condescending or seeming to be distracted from what we are talking about. The first way they help me is by being genuinely interested in getting to know me and in hearing my thoughts and ideas. Trying to communicate beyond shallow subjects requires a grasp of the language which is much more complex and nuanced--and for me to be able to communicate in this way I need some help here and there and someone who is interested enough in my ideas to be willing to wait while I sort through my words to try to express them.
The second way they help me is through a very sweet and subtle system of correction. This is a delicate art, and I have come to appreciate those few friends who are able to do it well. Ruth and Diana, as I have mentioned, excel at it. What they do is to basically use active listening with a twist. They repeat key words or phrases I have just used in a voice with appropriate emotion (maybe empathy, humor, or exclamation), but they change the words slightly to those I should have used.
So in English it would look like this:
Me: I was so disappointing this morning when that happen!
Diana: You were disappointed when that happened? Why?
Me: Because I think Owen was to be there and he isn't. And I thought! No! I can't handle it!
Diana: You thought Owen would be there and he wasn't! Was he still at home? Did you have all three kids with you?
Me: Yes, and . . . (you get the idea, this conversation isn't really going anywhere)
It may not seem so impressive, but it really is a most patient and effective teaching technique. It is through hanging out with friends like this that I have improved as much as I have over the last year (y pico--and a little), and it is through continuing to hang out with them that I hope to become fluent in the language. Fluency turns out to be a much higher goal than I realized. Here's hoping these friends want to keep hanging out with me! :)
I do have appreciation for any friend willing to speak Spanish with me--I imagine it takes a lot of patience and commitment to befriend someone who butchers your first language. When I talk in Spanish I alternate between painfully long pauses while I'm thinking of what to say, choppy passages with embarrassingly poor grammar, and ludicrous phrases where I confuse "mint" with "mind" or "soup" with "soap." It takes real loving-kindness for someone to bear with me.
But even so, with many of my friends who speak Spanish one of two things happens.
1) They correct my Spanish too abruptly or too often, and I feel stupid or like they're not really listening to what I'm saying because they're listening for mistakes (not too many fall into this group), OR, and this happens far more often,
2) They are too kind to correct me.
With the first type of people it is difficult to try to speak Spanish. I find myself unable to even speak up to my current ability level and either switch to English or start to fail wildly and sort of panic (this is not a pretty sight). With the second, I just keep making the same mistakes over and over.
But again, back to this certain type of friend I was describing. I have two in particular that come to mind, Diana and Ruth, who are so very good at coaching me without being at all condescending or seeming to be distracted from what we are talking about. The first way they help me is by being genuinely interested in getting to know me and in hearing my thoughts and ideas. Trying to communicate beyond shallow subjects requires a grasp of the language which is much more complex and nuanced--and for me to be able to communicate in this way I need some help here and there and someone who is interested enough in my ideas to be willing to wait while I sort through my words to try to express them.
The second way they help me is through a very sweet and subtle system of correction. This is a delicate art, and I have come to appreciate those few friends who are able to do it well. Ruth and Diana, as I have mentioned, excel at it. What they do is to basically use active listening with a twist. They repeat key words or phrases I have just used in a voice with appropriate emotion (maybe empathy, humor, or exclamation), but they change the words slightly to those I should have used.
So in English it would look like this:
Me: I was so disappointing this morning when that happen!
Diana: You were disappointed when that happened? Why?
Me: Because I think Owen was to be there and he isn't. And I thought! No! I can't handle it!
Diana: You thought Owen would be there and he wasn't! Was he still at home? Did you have all three kids with you?
Me: Yes, and . . . (you get the idea, this conversation isn't really going anywhere)
It may not seem so impressive, but it really is a most patient and effective teaching technique. It is through hanging out with friends like this that I have improved as much as I have over the last year (y pico--and a little), and it is through continuing to hang out with them that I hope to become fluent in the language. Fluency turns out to be a much higher goal than I realized. Here's hoping these friends want to keep hanging out with me! :)
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Mom and Dad
I really think part of the reason I'm doing so well here, and maybe why we all are doing so well here, is that my parents have been such faithful visitors. They make sure to see us every three months. They were just out again for another visit. We always go to a beach for a few days, and then hang out around home and go out to eat when everyone's home from school. This time we went to a nice restaurant called Camp David that sits on the top of a huge hill (or small mountain, I guess). It's a former residence of Trujillo, the country's dictator of many years. And it's got an amazing view. We had an impromptu family photo shoot and I thought I'd include some pictures.
Barb's Wedding
I went to the states a few weeks ago for Barb's wedding (and Tony's--don't feel left out Tony, I've just known Barb way longer). It was fun, I was glad to be there, and here are some shots with the bride.
Yes, that's the bride and groom painting a unity painting--this was not your typical wedding ceremony. :)
Monday, October 7, 2013
Something Crazy is Happening
I am, for the first time in about 9 years, which is right around when I got pregnant with Micah, getting in shape. Not "in shape" in my new adapted not making any effort kind of way outside of a weekend hike most weeks, but according to my former 20-something definition of "able to run several miles and not feel like I'm going to throw up when playing competitive sports" kind of way.
What happened was simple and amazing. Abigail started going to school a few mornings a week. And this really crazy thing happened, I was without a child for several hours and I didn't have to do anything (I mean, you know, specifically in that time period).
And I wanted to run. This country is hardest for me in it's lack of outdoor exercise and recreation spaces. We don't hike. It's hot and there's no where to go. We go to the pool at the club, but there's no hiking. And hiking and walking depend on distance if you really plan on getting any exercise. A twenty minute walk doesn't pack the same punch as a two-hour one does. So, running. I'm back. I realized when I started plotting this that my evening/weekend times were not really going to be consistent or enough to keep me in shape but that early morning jobs could work for me. So I drop the kids off at school at 7:30, and on the days Abigail is going (2 or 3 days a week), I head over to the soccer field. I realized if I have to drive somewhere to find a spot to jog I am just not going to have time for it. But if I'm already there and I have the clothes on and shoes laced so to speak, it's nothing to just take a twenty minute jog. And just because no one else is using the soccer field as a place to jog (outside of soccer practice), when has what other people are not doing stopped me before? :)
I'm not really running far (2 miles?) or fast (10 min. miles at best at this point?), but I am running and it feels good. Did I get my tail kicked yesterday in a soccer game with twenty-somethings fresh off of teams? Most definitely, in a soul-crushing, humiliating kind of way that seemed to highlight the fact that my baby-producing, years out of shape body would never quite be what it was. And am I sore today. Oh yeah. But I feel like I'm actually physically pushing my body a little for the first time in years. And that feels great! :)
What happened was simple and amazing. Abigail started going to school a few mornings a week. And this really crazy thing happened, I was without a child for several hours and I didn't have to do anything (I mean, you know, specifically in that time period).
And I wanted to run. This country is hardest for me in it's lack of outdoor exercise and recreation spaces. We don't hike. It's hot and there's no where to go. We go to the pool at the club, but there's no hiking. And hiking and walking depend on distance if you really plan on getting any exercise. A twenty minute walk doesn't pack the same punch as a two-hour one does. So, running. I'm back. I realized when I started plotting this that my evening/weekend times were not really going to be consistent or enough to keep me in shape but that early morning jobs could work for me. So I drop the kids off at school at 7:30, and on the days Abigail is going (2 or 3 days a week), I head over to the soccer field. I realized if I have to drive somewhere to find a spot to jog I am just not going to have time for it. But if I'm already there and I have the clothes on and shoes laced so to speak, it's nothing to just take a twenty minute jog. And just because no one else is using the soccer field as a place to jog (outside of soccer practice), when has what other people are not doing stopped me before? :)
I'm not really running far (2 miles?) or fast (10 min. miles at best at this point?), but I am running and it feels good. Did I get my tail kicked yesterday in a soccer game with twenty-somethings fresh off of teams? Most definitely, in a soul-crushing, humiliating kind of way that seemed to highlight the fact that my baby-producing, years out of shape body would never quite be what it was. And am I sore today. Oh yeah. But I feel like I'm actually physically pushing my body a little for the first time in years. And that feels great! :)
Friday, October 4, 2013
Birthday Flowers
I've been meaning to post this picture for a while now--aren't these some gorgeous flowers? Lilies and bird-of-paradise. They grow flowers here in the mountains, where it's not so hot. It's actually cooling off a little at night here now, which is so great. Soon we'll be able to wear jeans at night and be comfortable! Come on winter!
Monday, September 30, 2013
Huelga!
The people living in the neighborhoods close to our school today held a strike, or huelga. A huelga here means tires are burned in the streets to shut things down in the affected areas and keep cars from passing through. The group of protesters gathered discourages people from trying to cross through on foot, too. This morning it began just after some of the staff had arrived but before the morning rush of students. We waited around for a while to tell students that classes were cancelled, and then we had a free day. Feliz Dia de Huelga, everyone!
Saturday, September 28, 2013
Amy's Visit!
Aunt Amy visited, and besides the being able to see her and have fun with her and take her to the beach, we ended up with great photos, since she's our photographer friend. :)
So here are some pictures from Cabarete . . .
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| Micah actually found this shell himself and pulled it out of the ocean himself . . . |

Here are some downtown Santiago shots . . .
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| This is a shot from a famous bar in downtown Santiago, and above you can see a shot of Hilary Clinton drinking a local beer in the bar. |
Here we are at Centro Espanol, our club with a pool . . .
It's really fun to visit the Davises! We're excited for whoever comes next! :)
Sunday, September 1, 2013
Homemade Peanut Butter
Peanut butter has been a problem here in the D.R. Almost every brand contains added oils, sugar, and additives. And even the peanuts I could buy contain the same added ingredients (I can get Planters at PriceSmart), so I haven't tried to make it. They do sell all natural peanut butter here, but it's $10.00 a jar. So I've been bringing it in from the U.S. when I get a chance.
Last week, however, I was very surprised to find a bag of raw peanuts mixed in with the dried bean section. I know that they're all legumes, but seriously, who looks for peanuts next to dried kidney beans and lentils? Best of all, they were local peanuts! So I decided to take a stab at making my own peanut butter. I don't know if any of you have made your own, but if you have please comment because I'm pretty sure I did some things wrong.
So first I roasted them in our toaster oven at around 350 degrees for around 15-20 minutes. I did them in three stages. They had casings on, but they were really tiny and I wasn't about to try to peel them by hand. Ideas?
Then I blended them in the blender. That was a little bit of a process. The peanuts seemed to be too dry to just turn into peanut butter. I don't know if they were sitting on the shelf too long (not sure if they're in high demand there tucked next to the beans), if they weren't roasted enough, if the casings were a problem, or what. (Feel free to give input here, anyone!) So I added a little bit of olive oil. I had to add it a few times until I got it into a butter--it was more of a chalky mess at first. But it worked. It's somewhere between a smooth and a chunky.
I must say I didn't expect rave reviews from the fam on this one, but they really liked it. One of mine said he likes it better than store bought--well, he said, "I don't really like peanut butter that you buy, but I like this." Or something flattering like that. It was very exciting. Especially because it filled a huge empty olive jar, and I only paid (in pesos) $3.00 for the peanuts. Way, way better deal than $10.00 for a tiny jar. :)
I'm storing it in the pantry because I don't think I'll get a knife into it if it even thinks about a refrigerator. Has anyone else tried this? Any suggestions?
Last week, however, I was very surprised to find a bag of raw peanuts mixed in with the dried bean section. I know that they're all legumes, but seriously, who looks for peanuts next to dried kidney beans and lentils? Best of all, they were local peanuts! So I decided to take a stab at making my own peanut butter. I don't know if any of you have made your own, but if you have please comment because I'm pretty sure I did some things wrong.
So first I roasted them in our toaster oven at around 350 degrees for around 15-20 minutes. I did them in three stages. They had casings on, but they were really tiny and I wasn't about to try to peel them by hand. Ideas?
Then I blended them in the blender. That was a little bit of a process. The peanuts seemed to be too dry to just turn into peanut butter. I don't know if they were sitting on the shelf too long (not sure if they're in high demand there tucked next to the beans), if they weren't roasted enough, if the casings were a problem, or what. (Feel free to give input here, anyone!) So I added a little bit of olive oil. I had to add it a few times until I got it into a butter--it was more of a chalky mess at first. But it worked. It's somewhere between a smooth and a chunky.
I must say I didn't expect rave reviews from the fam on this one, but they really liked it. One of mine said he likes it better than store bought--well, he said, "I don't really like peanut butter that you buy, but I like this." Or something flattering like that. It was very exciting. Especially because it filled a huge empty olive jar, and I only paid (in pesos) $3.00 for the peanuts. Way, way better deal than $10.00 for a tiny jar. :)
I'm storing it in the pantry because I don't think I'll get a knife into it if it even thinks about a refrigerator. Has anyone else tried this? Any suggestions?
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Homemade Confectioner's Sugar
I stumbled onto this in lazy desperation (probably I could have tracked down confectioner's sugar somewhere in Santiago when I needed it, but checking two places is just about my limit for anything). So I read somewhere about blending or grinding regular sugar with tapioca flour. And then I went for just the sugar, and I used my coffee bean grinder, and wow, it's perfect! Just sugar in a coffee grinder for a few seconds does it. My favorite part is that I can use natural unrefined sugar to make it. I mean how high-end does that sound, right? Unrefined confectioner's sugar. I'm sure it would cost a fortune. While here, in the D.R., it's actually cheaper to buy unrefined sugar, called azúcar crema.
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Another Spanish Observation
Suddenly I'm feeling a big boost in my Spanish. While it can't hurt that we've made more non-Dominican Spanish-speaking friends (almost any other country's Spanish is easier to understand) with whom to practice, I actually came up with an unusual theory as to why Owen and I both have gone up a level in our Spanish.
We did almost no work to practice Spanish while we were in the states for five weeks. I was a little terrified that I'd find I'd lost a lot of ground when I got back. But you know of that phenomenon when you're struggling to solve some kind of problem and just can't come up with the answer? And then you take a nap or wash dishes or do something mindless--and then the answer comes to you?
I think my five week break in the states was the equivalent of a nap. I was frustrated and tired of struggling with Spanish and I just set it down for a while. And then when I came back to it, it was like my brain had figured out a few things while I wasn't using it.
We did almost no work to practice Spanish while we were in the states for five weeks. I was a little terrified that I'd find I'd lost a lot of ground when I got back. But you know of that phenomenon when you're struggling to solve some kind of problem and just can't come up with the answer? And then you take a nap or wash dishes or do something mindless--and then the answer comes to you?
I think my five week break in the states was the equivalent of a nap. I was frustrated and tired of struggling with Spanish and I just set it down for a while. And then when I came back to it, it was like my brain had figured out a few things while I wasn't using it.
Thursday, August 8, 2013
Homemade and Natural Replacements
I blogged about this a few years ago, but I thought I'd offer my updated list of cosmetic items for anyone who's interested (with a few cleaning product replacements thrown in):
- soap-- castille soap Dr. Bronner or, here in the Dominican Republic, they sell bars of unscented olive oil-based castille soap
- shampoo-- castille soap (both have to be watered down) that I rotate with Lemon Tea Tree shampoo from Desert Essence Organics
- toothpaste-- Trader Joe's (no sweetener or color added)
- deodorant-- Pitt Putty (Bubble and Bee)
- lotion-- shea butter 100% Organic West African Shea Butter 16 oz
- hair gel-- shea butter (Owen)
- after-shave-- rubbing alcohol (not exactly "natural," but better than the scented and chemical-filled alternatives), these days Owen doesn't use it b/c he uses a natural moisturized soap
- shaving cream-- Oatmeal and Honey soap from Trader Joe's
- sunscreen-- Purple Prairie botanicals, or (for those in tropical climates or for a beach day, the less natural but waterproof Pure and Simple kids or baby 50 (Coppertone)
- lip balm-- Western family all natural (I found it at Giant in the check out lane for really cheap)
- perfume--Ecco Bella Organic
- mouthwash-- vodka, peppermint oil, and water
- detergent for dishes-- Trader Joe's
- laundry detergent-- Econuts
- floor cleaner-- vinegar, dish soap, and water (with some clorox added for a stronger job--a less natural addition that my maid here insists on adding because she's convinced I'm not taking the germs here seriously enough)
For more ideas, visit ewg.org (Environmental Working Group).
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
Parental Restrictions (A very recent top ten list)
- Don't smack your food at the table.
- Don't talk about how you're going to win food smacking world records when you grow up at the table.
- Don't stretch your shirt up over your head and elbows.
- Don't bite your mother to express overwhelming affection.
- Don't shout directly in your parents' ears.
- Don't lick your washcloth.
- Don't jam your stuffed animals down your pants.
- Don't tell grown-ups: "You're a peacock cheesecake!"
- Don't poke at a lizard to get the tape off it's back, it's just shedding its skin.
- Don't use your siblings names as characters in your stories who die in battle--too upsetting for the family.
Sunday, August 4, 2013
Cabarete, otra vez! (A last family getaway before school starts . . .)
We stayed for the weekend again in a condo with this gorgeous tropical garden view from our balcony. Especially when the kites start up, it's amazing.
We love this beach at the edge of Cabarete, right near a kite surfing, trapeze teaching, Spanish language schooling, healthy restaurant hotel. The food's good over at the hotel's beach front cafe and the kites are beautiful in the afternoons. We do have to be careful of kite surfers if we go to the beach late afternoon--they wait to start surfing until the wind really kicks up, and can get pretty close to our swimming children. At that part of the beach, the wind is so hard in the afternoons that it's hard to walk and sand stings your legs and arms.
The great thing about the beach there is that it's so beautiful and isolated. Even the vendors, who are many, in Cabarete, don't come as far as our beach. Just the peanut brittle salesman. And once we saw someone selling lemoncelli, which is like little mini-limes that taste like key lime pies with enormous pits.
Sometimes we swim in the little pool behind the condo, where we're protected from the wind and can relax in the water. We're beginning the second year of our family adventure here in the D.R. (or R.D., as they write it here), and we're praying that it's another good one, with lots of growth and joy in the midst of our challenges.
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Two Hilarious Internet Timewasters . . .
OK, I don't usually do this, but tonight, I can't help myself. I'm putting internet humor clips on my blog. Here's for a good laugh:
1) I love this video, here's to you Owen!
2) These pictures could be from any of our photo albums, well, most of them. Hello 80's!
Awkward Family Photos
1) I love this video, here's to you Owen!
2) These pictures could be from any of our photo albums, well, most of them. Hello 80's!
Awkward Family Photos
Saturday, July 27, 2013
10 Year Milestone!
Owen and I had our 10th anniversary yesterday! Wow, right? :) We were not on the beach yesterday, I am using a picture from a few months ago, we were out at an Italian restaurant and had a great night talking and reminiscing about the last 10 years and our move here. God has been very good to us.
Spanish Acquisition Update
I thought it would be fun to post about our family's learning of Spanish.
I definitely started with the most Spanish of the five of us, and at this point I can usually understand whatever someone is trying to tell me (though I do often have to get people to repeat themselves throughout a conversation) and I can communicate what I'm trying to say--even if it sometimes feels like I'm playing Outburst with a store employee or friend: "I need that thing that you put in the sink to keep the water in the sink" (plug) or "Don't keep the blender on high, do like cchhhhh, ccchhhhh, cchhhhh" (pulse). It has helped me that I do a lot of our shopping and interactions with others outside our home. I've had to learn.
I felt good the other day with my Spanish level because I was able to catch an error and communicate it. I called a pharmacy to get some medicine (they'll deliver a few pills at your house for you) for my son and after I got them I wasn't convinced by the packaging that it was the right strength (it was supposed to be 20 mg but didn't say that anywhere and there was a 50 randomly on the back of the pills and I thought, "Surely that can't be 50 mg?"). I called the pharmacist and he assured me it was the right strength and I explained about the 50 and still he still said it was right. But then I said it was for a child and I wanted to be sure and he went and double-checked. Then he came back and said, "Oh, sorry, we made a mistake, I'll send you the right pills." And I thought, wow, I'm glad my Spanish is good enough to question him and make him check again.
Owen's Spanish will soon become more accurate than mine because he is more disciplined to do the Spanish drills on his ipad and he has a Latin background which helps him. He will probably never sound as natural or conversational as me (occasionally someone makes my day by asking me if I'm from Spain--they can tell I'm not Dominican but don't think I sound American) but he is already starting to correct my word choices in Spanish just as he corrects them in English. He will also never speak as fast in Spanish because he is just a slower processor than I am. But all of the Dominican teachers in the school appreciate that their American boss tries to communicate with them primarily in Spanish and that he has improved so drastically in just one year.
Micah is our oldest and moved here just after he passed the window for easy language learning. I read that through age six kids will easily pick up a foreign language through exposure. Micah turned seven right after we moved here. So he was the child I thought might have the most trouble. But he had an excellent teacher at school who taught him so much last year, and we had him (and Jesse) tutored after school once a week. He has a great accent and is acquiring a substantial vocabulary. At first he didn't want to interact with anyone speaking Spanish. But now, having heard Spanish spoken around him for a year and having the base from his class, he's willing to speak some with friends or adults. While we were in the states (and I was worried that they may be forgetting all their Spanish) I quizzed him and his brother by saying things in Spanish and seeing if they knew what I was saying. And I was shocked to find that he knew almost everything I was saying.
Jesse is at the same level as Micah, but he picked up his Spanish from friends in his class. While the school is taught in English, the kids in the pre-K classes speak almost no English. So almost all of their communication is in Spanish, and Jesse picked a lot up last year just listening to his friends. His accent is perfect (according to our best Dominican friend) and, although I am told I have a great accent, he'll correct me on the pronunciation of one of his friend's names and though I can't hear any difference in how we're saying it, I think he just has a more finely attuned ear for slight differences. He's still in that magical age range to absorb language effortlessly. He had never been able to roll his "r's" in the states, and he picked it up without trying last year. I predict that he'll be able to speak like a Dominican in a few years.
Abigail's language learning fascinated me most of all. She approached Spanish as she had approached English as a one year-old. She turned two right when we moved here (right after, actually, so we could have her fly here as a lap child). She was speaking clearly in English and had a huge vocabulary, she no longer used baby talk in English. But hearing Spanish, she behaved like I would imagine an infant raised in a Spanish-speaking country would behave. She didn't initially like if people spoke Spanish to her (and she really didn't like how often people wanted to touch her cheek and tell her "How beautiful, God bless her!"). But the longer we were here and the more she watched me speaking Spanish with people, the more I'd hear her echoing the sound of the words I'd just said, imitating me softly while playing or standing behind me. I'd be on the phone or talking and it when I'd stop I'd hear the sound of the last thing I'd said echoed back. She'll pick up a book and pretend to read to herself in Spanish, and make very Spanish-sounding noises with some Spanish words mixed in. And now she'll talk to people in Spanish some. With fairly accurate Spanish, usually. She'll throw in some made up Spanishy words sometimes and my maid will ask me what she said. And I say, "I don't know, she's not speaking English either."
I find it incredible to see how well all three of my kids are doing using three different approaches to learning the language.
I definitely started with the most Spanish of the five of us, and at this point I can usually understand whatever someone is trying to tell me (though I do often have to get people to repeat themselves throughout a conversation) and I can communicate what I'm trying to say--even if it sometimes feels like I'm playing Outburst with a store employee or friend: "I need that thing that you put in the sink to keep the water in the sink" (plug) or "Don't keep the blender on high, do like cchhhhh, ccchhhhh, cchhhhh" (pulse). It has helped me that I do a lot of our shopping and interactions with others outside our home. I've had to learn.
I felt good the other day with my Spanish level because I was able to catch an error and communicate it. I called a pharmacy to get some medicine (they'll deliver a few pills at your house for you) for my son and after I got them I wasn't convinced by the packaging that it was the right strength (it was supposed to be 20 mg but didn't say that anywhere and there was a 50 randomly on the back of the pills and I thought, "Surely that can't be 50 mg?"). I called the pharmacist and he assured me it was the right strength and I explained about the 50 and still he still said it was right. But then I said it was for a child and I wanted to be sure and he went and double-checked. Then he came back and said, "Oh, sorry, we made a mistake, I'll send you the right pills." And I thought, wow, I'm glad my Spanish is good enough to question him and make him check again.
Owen's Spanish will soon become more accurate than mine because he is more disciplined to do the Spanish drills on his ipad and he has a Latin background which helps him. He will probably never sound as natural or conversational as me (occasionally someone makes my day by asking me if I'm from Spain--they can tell I'm not Dominican but don't think I sound American) but he is already starting to correct my word choices in Spanish just as he corrects them in English. He will also never speak as fast in Spanish because he is just a slower processor than I am. But all of the Dominican teachers in the school appreciate that their American boss tries to communicate with them primarily in Spanish and that he has improved so drastically in just one year.
Micah is our oldest and moved here just after he passed the window for easy language learning. I read that through age six kids will easily pick up a foreign language through exposure. Micah turned seven right after we moved here. So he was the child I thought might have the most trouble. But he had an excellent teacher at school who taught him so much last year, and we had him (and Jesse) tutored after school once a week. He has a great accent and is acquiring a substantial vocabulary. At first he didn't want to interact with anyone speaking Spanish. But now, having heard Spanish spoken around him for a year and having the base from his class, he's willing to speak some with friends or adults. While we were in the states (and I was worried that they may be forgetting all their Spanish) I quizzed him and his brother by saying things in Spanish and seeing if they knew what I was saying. And I was shocked to find that he knew almost everything I was saying.
Jesse is at the same level as Micah, but he picked up his Spanish from friends in his class. While the school is taught in English, the kids in the pre-K classes speak almost no English. So almost all of their communication is in Spanish, and Jesse picked a lot up last year just listening to his friends. His accent is perfect (according to our best Dominican friend) and, although I am told I have a great accent, he'll correct me on the pronunciation of one of his friend's names and though I can't hear any difference in how we're saying it, I think he just has a more finely attuned ear for slight differences. He's still in that magical age range to absorb language effortlessly. He had never been able to roll his "r's" in the states, and he picked it up without trying last year. I predict that he'll be able to speak like a Dominican in a few years.
Abigail's language learning fascinated me most of all. She approached Spanish as she had approached English as a one year-old. She turned two right when we moved here (right after, actually, so we could have her fly here as a lap child). She was speaking clearly in English and had a huge vocabulary, she no longer used baby talk in English. But hearing Spanish, she behaved like I would imagine an infant raised in a Spanish-speaking country would behave. She didn't initially like if people spoke Spanish to her (and she really didn't like how often people wanted to touch her cheek and tell her "How beautiful, God bless her!"). But the longer we were here and the more she watched me speaking Spanish with people, the more I'd hear her echoing the sound of the words I'd just said, imitating me softly while playing or standing behind me. I'd be on the phone or talking and it when I'd stop I'd hear the sound of the last thing I'd said echoed back. She'll pick up a book and pretend to read to herself in Spanish, and make very Spanish-sounding noises with some Spanish words mixed in. And now she'll talk to people in Spanish some. With fairly accurate Spanish, usually. She'll throw in some made up Spanishy words sometimes and my maid will ask me what she said. And I say, "I don't know, she's not speaking English either."
I find it incredible to see how well all three of my kids are doing using three different approaches to learning the language.
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
State Side Star Wars
We had an awesome visit to the states! Here's our kids playing Star Wars with their cousins. It was great to see family and friends, my kids were so excited about seeing their old friends and especially with playing with their cousins. And I think I bought about two suitcases full of thrift and consignment store clothes. And at least another one full of books (the boys are both reading chapter books and we really didn't have many at the house for them). We had nasty virus and then strep throat for a good chunk of our time home, but still had a good visit (we finally saw a doctor a few days before we flew back to the DR).
We're back, we're getting into the swing of things again. Our car battery was dead and our washing machine flooded a good section of the house the first load I tried to do, so that made things a little exciting, but we seem to be feeling home again and re-adapting well. Spanish has stayed with us, contrary to my fears and despite almost no practice while we were in the states. The all day heat takes some time to getting used to, it's really exhausting. We were in air conditioning for those five weeks.
I owe my readers some blogs. I'll get on it! Sorry for the long silence. :)
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