Hebrews 12:1-2
"...let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfector of our faith..."

Sunday, March 4, 2012

To Sooba or Soomba--That is the Question

Day 1:  Monday, February 27

I would normally prefer not to talk about bathroom topics or bodily functions but it has been a big part of our life in the past week and I feel that I must talk about it.  I wish that we would have kept track of the number of times we took two little boys to the bathroom on the first day.  I truly appreciate the English language that the words potty and poop sound nothing alike.  Sooba (sue-bah) and soomba, sound very much alike aside from the "M" that so quietly slips in...and the "M" is soooo important!

There have been several many times when we have not heard with our ear that so very important "M" sound in the words of our little boys.  We have aided them in taking the proper stance to sooba, when in reality, they indeed needed to sit for soomba.  The realization of the "error of the omission of the M sound" becomes quite clear with the pleading of the child as they are half way  through completion of sooba and one must quickly turn them to allow the proper position of soomba.  However, this is almost quite impossible to do without being in the "line of fire".  Yes, I've been shot several times.  

Those two words are like yawns...very contagious.  When one child yells, "sooba!" we begin to rush them in to the bathroom and, oh too often, as they have begun their "task", our other child will come in doing the universal potty dance and yelling, "sooba...sooba!"  I can testify that two boys are able to share in the task of sooba"ing" at the same time into the same toilet.  Actually, they think it is quite comical to cross each other's line of fire.  The problem arises if you have a soomba in progress and the other child yelling "sooba" but the other parent is not around to help.  We've not had this problem yet since Kurt was home all week, but I've been wondering how I will manage to take care of that dilemma when I am home alone.  Hhhmmm.....

The sooba yell must be taken seriously at all times and immediate action taken.  Delays are  not allowed.  Our bathroom floor has taken some "hits" because of this.  To help with this urgency, when I hear the yell "sooba!" I now begin to yell "hurry....hurry...hurry!" with running actions to the bathroom.  Our boys begin laughing and it has saved the mess on our bathroom floor over and over again.

We have two cute little guys...but boy, do they have the stinky soombas!  

Gas happens when beans are consumed at the rate that they are around here.   I hate the word fart.  It sounds gross and yucky.  As we raised our other kids, I always taught them to say "toot" instead--it just sounds so much more pleasant.  Well, our two little boys don't toot, they definitely fart.  They think farting is hilarious, at any time, all the time.  They can even drum up a fart whenever they want to....sometimes they have to try a bit harder to try to deliver one and that effort often results in a false alarm declaration of "soomba!"  

Enough of that...on to other things:

- At snack time, pretzels were being "smoked" (oh boy).

- While we were coloring, colors also were used for "smoking".

- A gun was made out of duplos....and not a little handgun but rather a full blown machine gun.  Yep, one of the boys was dodging doors and hiding amongst things in order to blast us with his continuous, "pop..pop..pop..pop..pop"sounds.  This is one thing that we have not even acknowledged or addressed (we have to pick and choose "what" to correct at this point in time so that we are not correcting more than we are nurturing them)--we ignore the gun actions and he realizes that it isn't so much fun to play because no one is interested.  Yes, little man, we don't play with guns.

- Our boys know kickboxing and mixed martial arts.  Time out was established the very first day as we wanted them to know that hitting, kicking, pinching, and biting are not allowed.  I had to implement the first time out and it was not received well by our son.  Unfortunately, our boys have learned to hit with a full clenched fist and when we saw the fist thrown, I took him and said firmly, "No hitting.  Time out", and placed him on a seat.  I then knelt down in front of him to look at him and began to explain in a loving tone that hitting is not nice, that he is a good boy and we need to love our brother.  I tried to stroke his hand as I spoke to him--which he pulled away--of course, no surprise.  He then scrunched up his face and put his hand up to use in a small chopping motion to express himself as he began to speak to me.  It was obvious that he was not happy and I told Kurt, "I think he's sassing me."  Be nice, little man, your momma loves you.

- Kurt, Jenna and I were teaching the boys Ring around the Rose.  They loved it as we played it over and over again.  But, boys will be boys and the more we continued to play it, the more wound up the boys became as we did "all fall down."  It resulted into a bit of wrestling and then some Lingala words began to be exchanged.  Kurt, Jenna and I could sense that something was brewing between the two boys.  Both of them stood up.  One of them spread his legs wide and squatted a bit while the other straightened up to his fullest height.  More words were exchanged at this point and, though we had no clue "what" was said, it was obvious things were heating up.  We watched as both boys leaned over and drew an imaginary line on the ground, stood back up and looked at one another with one last exchange of words.  We were fully aware of all the happenings and ready for anything--which ended up being one of the boys lunging at the other with a clenched fist and the other one lunging back.  Kurt grabbed one boy and I grabbed the other.  One of our friends requested that before we train it out of them, could we please video it.  Thanks for the support :P   ...though I must admit that it would have been a sure hit on youtube.


  1. Lisa, I love your posts. And I agree with your friends that requested videos! :-D
    Love all of you and can't wait to meet the lil guys!

    Bren & Mayur

  2. How I smiled reading this post of your 'new normal' daily life w/ two little boys w/ their unique history. Brought back sweet memories of our Cambodian son who joined our family at age 11, spoke very little English, depressed, scared, and scarred from Pol Pot's terrible reign. Though there were trying times for all of us amidst the learning for all of us, he is now a happy man w/ a lovely wife and precious daughter, employed and has lots of 'words' to share w/ us.