Tales of Tofu (4 years old)

Never underestimate the determination of a 4-year-old.  She asked to watch part of a movie (Frozen.)  I said, yes but that she needed to clear dinner dishes from the table first. Well, I was in my own world nursing the babies on the couch.  Then I hear the sound of the dishwasher starting.  (She had cleared the table, scrubbed the dishes out, loaded them along with the rest in the sink into the dishwasher, pulled out the soap from under the sink, untwisted the child-proof lid, filled the spot and started the dishwasher.)  Then she set my laptop up beside the TV, found the HDMI cord, hooked up the laptop up to the TV, entered my password on the laptop, found the file and started it,

Tofu is gassy and potent, poor girl.  My sister Lindy was riding on the bus with Tofu when Tofu had some sbd gas.  The smell hit Lindy right as Tofu, without guile, says “what is that AMAZING smell?!!!”

We frequently have friends stop by asking if Tofu wants to come over for a playdate.  Most of the time, she will tell them no, that she wants to stay home with her babies.  A few months ago when the babies started smiling she came home from a playdate and ran in asking, “How many smiles did I miss?”  Me: “Just a couple.” Tofu, on the verge of tears, “I shouldn’t have gone!!!”  Another time, one of the neighbor boys was over and Tofu squealed in excitement, “Let’s play with the babies!!”  The boy looks at the babies laying on the playmat and says, “Nah, I have one of those at home.”

[Sidenote] One lesson that the kids have really taken to heart is that babies are wanted and treasured in our family.  There has been no formal (or even intentional) teaching of this lesson but I think it has been a side-effect of the way we think and talk and pray about family members.  Sort of an osmosis of the feelings of our hearts.

  • Kimchi: “I’m going to get married when I’m 18!”
  • D: “Well, you can’t go on a mission then, you start missions at 18.”
  • Kimchi: “Okay, I’m going to get married when I’m 19!”
  • D: “Well a mission takes 2 years, you’d be in the middle of your mission.”
  • Kimchi: “Okay, 20.  I’ll finish my mission and get married at 20.”
  • Me: “Kimchi, why do you want to get married so quickly?”
  • Kimchi: “Babies.  I want to get married and have my own babies so badly.”

Haha.  Surely we need to swing that pendulum back and find some balance for him to carpe diem his own babyhood/childhood, but he has a tender heart and overflowing affection for the babies.

Along the same vein, Tofu and I are together 24-7.  She is my best little friend and a marvelous companion.  For better for worse, her little world is consumed with things from my bucket of responsibilities and I find her sweet little voice saying things like, “Wow Mom, you pumped all that milk?!  You are magical!  I am so proud of you.  That makes me so happy.”  (I’ve also caught her many times rubbing lansinol on her little chest buttons and stuffing nursing pads down her shirt.)  

While she is incredibly responsible in many areas she continues to keep us on our toes and regularly visit the ER.  In one week, she drank mouthwash and cleaning solution.  (Chugged it like milk.)  Luckily, in both scenarios I was prompted to go check on her at that very moment.  Luckily, she is fine.

She’s also been doing some zany things at night: sleepwalking through the dark apartment for long periods of time and one night she rolled back and forth across the wood floor in our bedroom for over an hour.

D and Tofu were walking down an alley near our house going to pick-up take-out. A gaggle of women in their mid-twenties stop to gush over Tofu (happens a lot here, I had multiple people, other patients, taking videos of the twins at the doctor’s office.)  D said to Tofu, “those ladies said you are very pretty.”  Tofu responded with, “Yeah, I know.  Everybody really likes me.”

Vocabulary by Tofu:

  • pinkie: a combination of “pink” and “binkie”; all pacifiers are called “pinkies.”
  • comspolsion.  Ex: Oh no, baby Bonnie’s diaper comsploded all up her back!
  • satchamated:  Ex: Her diapers is really satchamated; we should change it

Baby Colt’s name is really difficult for non-English speakers.  (At one hospital his records are under “Cott” and at another hospital they are under “Cort.”  I told the reception that it is “C-O-L-T,  L as in the word LOVE.”  The response was, “Yes, Airl as in Royve.”  Can’t argue that!  Seriously, I’m lucky so many people speak my language, when I speak none of theirs yet I am presumptuous enough to try to find the nuances of my language in their country. i recognize my arrogance and the absurdity.  For what it’s worth I’m so grateful for the sacrifices so many have made to learn English and that we can be so comfortable here.)  Anyway, Tofu hears me say a lot, “Colt means boy horse.”  She loves playing puppy and naturally she came up and asked me, “is there a name for a girl dog?”

Plans:  we are hoping to find and enroll her in gymnastics.


4 thoughts on “Tales of Tofu (4 years old)

  1. That’s awesome to have such a supportive little helper. It reminded me of one day when I was pumping and Chloe walks up and starts cheering “Pump, pump, pump it up!” just as enthusiastically that a cheerleader at a sporting event. Preschool age is so fun.

  2. I loved reading this, thanks for sharing 🙂

    Tofu is a very smart, helpful, adventurous, curious and quirky little girl. Love her!

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