One Chilled

Because the others in this moment cannot. Picky and stubborn are two in ways that diverge to opposite poles, while Bereket flows. Thank you B. Make it last.

Sticks

He loved them when he was a baby.



He loves them when he is a preschooler.




OK, so here there is no stick. I just like this baby-ish picture with the sun god loving on him in that moment and he loving on her . . .



And while I'm at it, I mean remembering Tsega in the only element that suited him at ages 1-2 (he's more versatile now), outside that is, here is my favorite captured memory of him . . .



Does he know he's hurtin the ladies?

Guest Blogger

Paige from Ethiopian Orphan Relief asked me to write a guest blog entry on something big. BIG is this month's EOR bloggy theme. She suggested I write something about the differences between my first and second Ethiopia trips. For my first trip to Ethiopia (2006) I played the role of timid tourist and scaredy adoptive mother. Second trip (2008) I played only the role of tourist. Remember readers, I have links on my sidebar that montage both. Anyway, I sorely need an editor for such a task, but I tried my best anyway. For a fun read (at least peep at EOR's website anyway!), click HERE. I'm sure there's offensive material for at least a few of us, so be gentle criticizing but have fun. :)

Thanks Paige!

one . . . two . . . three

One. Tsega.


Two. Sira.


Three. Bereket.



One . . .TWOOOOOOO . . . (don't make me get to three!) . . . THREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

And that's how my favorite triplet-motivational speech goes. In this classic example, we have three boys running around house perimeter, climbing up and through open french doors in the south, back outside through back door in the north, and round the house again, all the while alluding counting-frenzied mommy and bed time. Your typical spring and summer bedtime ritual.

Funny Face

Light up your face with gladness
Hide every trace of sadness
Although a tear may be ever so near
That's the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what's the use of crying?
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile



Sira. He is the man of faces. The physical comedian in the house. Bereket laughs at people falling down, Sira falls down for a laugh. But he can cry over crumbs too. Like the other night during -- now say this monotoned & full-volume -- The Worst Family Barbecue Ever! Cried over ketchup while I cried over the kid crying over ketchup. Or this morning, the whole morning before leaving on the bus . . . crying. (I think I heard it stop the moment I stepped off the bus, just like the bus driver said it would.) So Sira, just smile. Me too.

This will make us smile . . . a montage of Sira's funny faces. Seems lately turning the camera on Sira sparks off expression city. Watch it, you'll feel all warm and fuzzy and wait for those few baby shots near the end. In the words of Shaggy, like wow.

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