They have the Best Daddy Ever, don’t you think?
Author: Amy Medina Page 159 of 235
One month old and they haven’t been smushed. Yet.
We got Lily a tricycle, since she loves to sit on Grace and Josiah’s bikes.
But the gift that she really, really, really loved? The beeping play phone that her sister got her. Worth about 50 cents.
Yep. Isn’t that always how it goes?
Caleb is Grace’s very best friend. They are almost exactly the same age, and been friends their whole lives. Josiah and Imani are also the same age, but they have just gotten to the point where they have stopped looking at each other in distain. Not quite the same relationship as Grace and Caleb.
We love Caleb and Imani’s family, and they were in town last weekend, so we did some Christmas merriment with them.
Last year at Christmas we spent a Sunday afternoon at a fancy hotel’s special buffet…and had so much fun that we did it again this year.
We don’t normally eat this well. 🙂
Last year, the hotel had a jumper and clowns to entertain the kids. This year, they had nada. So the kids ran in the sprinklers instead. Hopefully the hotel regrets not getting that jumper.
The next day, we had our First Annual Gingerbread-Making Party.
This was Mommy’s first time making gingerbread houses from scratch. So….ummm…yeah.
Emily (Caleb’s Mom) said that the houses reminded her of the village where they live. As in, they are all falling down. Well, at least our gingerbread houses were culturally appropriate.
Although I think Josiah’s simply collapsed under the weight of everything he put on it.
Night before last, the thunder woke me up. I kept waiting for the kids to start screaming, but they slept through it. I did not.
Yesterday I had plans. Visit social welfare; take the girls to the salon.
We left the house, and our first stop was to get fuel. Problem #1: No fuel. And we were almost on empty. Went to four gas stations. Nothing.
Uh oh.
I took the girls to a salon near our house instead of the one in town. Decided to go to social welfare the next day. Got home and started to realize how bad the fuel shortage was. Plus, we had no electricity and no fuel for the generator. I found a gas station with fuel and waited in line for 45 minutes. Filled up our car, and our extra tanks for the generator.
Last night, the thunder started again and didn’t stop for something like 9 hours. Now, I was annoyed. Once again we had to scrap our plans for the day.
Then we started hearing. Bridges out. Not just flooded bridges, but washed away bridges. The bridges that connect us to town, actually. After 36 hours with no power, we finally found a friend who just came over and fixed it. Hooray for our friend Hans!
I got online and started to see the pictures.
And I’m sorry for complaining about the sun. And I am ashamed for complaining about my messed-up plans. Because this is what parts of my city looks like right now.
And two more days of rain are forcasted.
Please pray for Dar es Salaam.
