March 9th, 2010 Posted in Uncategorized | No Comments »

Today’s quote by Alistair:

We were talking about how Anson is getting big- soon he’ll be walking and be big like Alistair, and Alistair will be even bigger- “Big like a cow!” exclaimed Alistair. Well, let’s hope not that big!

Yesterday we went to the big park in Orizaba, while Adam went to pay bills. Alistair had his first experience in a “bouncy house.” Oh my. He LOVED it. There was another little girl who had a huge tantrum when her dad said it was time to go. I started thinking that I would be glad my son wouldn’t have such a reaction when I said it was time to go. But boy, it was close. When the attendant told me his half hour was up, and I told Alistair it was time to get out, I could see the wildness growing and growing…fortunately, we got it under control, and he got out without the whole park knowing about it. Ah the hard life of a 2 year old.

I am actually looking forward to the trip up to the US. I get to spend hours on end with my family with no cares of housework, food etc to distract me. It’s just us playing in the car. It will be tiring, but I always feel like I get to know Alistair better.

Saturday we held our first kids’ class. Five kids came, actually not that bad I thought. Inviting kids is a little more challenging than it was in La Perla, where there were always lots of kids in the streets or hanging around outside their house. In La Perla, people had like a hundred kids, so they sort of spilled out of their house. Here, families are a lot smaller, and the kids don’t hang outside as much. (Of course, in the end in La Perla, it didn’t matter how easy and accessible the kids were to invite, when the priest told the parents not to let them come to the class). One of the teachers said that the best way to get kids to come is to get a few to come, then they will invite their friends, and it will grow that way, rather than us going out inviting kids that we don’t know.

I forgot to take photos, so I don’t have any to show how cute the classroom looked all decorated and the kids enjoying the class. We are doing the wordless book for the first 5 classes.

I was on the verge of getting “culturally stressed out” because of all the problems we were having trying to get stuff ready. For example, I never know if the tasks I delegated are actually going to get done. So I am always tempted to do everything myself. But, by Saturday, the little hearts I needed cut out, were done- and not by me. The guys who were supposed to go out and help me invite kids never showed up on Friday, but the few I invited myself came. We had little chairs for the kids, despite the chair delivery guy not showing up twice in the week. We had to borrow chairs from church, but they were there in time (10 pm on Friday). What I have to constantly keep in mind, is that eventually, somehow, it works out. I try to organize it all, with lists and timetables, but mostly they only serve to stress me out because no one follows them. The important stuff always gets done, usually at the last minute, but it gets done.

And another cultural tidbit, Adam’s addiction to “picante” (hot pepper spice) has reached a new level. If a food does not have chili in it, it is just too bland to eat. Eggs must have a big heaping of salsa on top and meals I used to make must now have chilies added to them. Now all he has to do is pour salsa on top of pizza and sprinkle chili powder on fruit and his palate will be completely Mexican.

Well, my littlest Mexican is awake and “calking” (Alistair’s made up word for a combination of talking and calling. Me: Do you mean “calling” Alistair? “No, Calking, like this, AHHH!” Me: “You mean ‘talking?’” Alistair, “No, not talking, calking“). So the calking boy is getting into trouble, and as usual, marks the end of my writing.

Christmas is coming!

March 3rd, 2010 Posted in Uncategorized | No Comments »

Alistair just said, “I get deer hat! Pretty soon, Christmas! I get robot shirt! Christmas coming!”

I guess that is his Christmas list.

Anyway.

We leave for the US in less than 2 weeks. This time, we are only driving up to Texas (and maybe Nebraska). We will hang out in the beautiful home of our mission director and his wife, eat Papa John’s pizza, visit the zoo, get the boys vaccinated and lots of other errands. The thing that I am most excited about is getting some pants that fit. I could go on and on about that, but I will spare you.

The kids’ class for our neighborhood starts this Saturday. I am working on getting everything organized. Teaching groups of children is not one of my favorite things to do. Fortunately, there are other people helping that will be doing most of the teaching and are excited about doing it.

The other day, one of the things I’ve worried about happening since we moved here, happened. The only way to open the front door is with a key. Since I find carrying keys annoying, when I go out on quick errands and Adam isn’t here, I usually don’t close the door the whole way. Risky, I know.

Well, the other day the neighbor kids kicked their ball over our wall. So I went out to give it back to them and look down the street to see if the gas truck was coming. Then, SLAM a gust of wind blew the door shut. So I’m outside with no key, with a boy and a baby alone inside. Thankfully, Anson was sleeping and Alistair was absorbed in a movie. So no one was freaking out except me.

I thought Adam should be at Marcus’, so I would try to call him. Most of the neighbors don’t have phones, so I wasn’t sure how far I would have to go to find one. But some neighbors were outside, so I told them what happened. They offered to get a ladder and climb over the wall. So it was quite simple. A kid hopped over our wall and opened the door from the inside.

So now I guess I know what to do should it ever happen again.

And Anson woke up, as he does whenever i start writing on this. So this will be it.

Fuera de Control!

February 20th, 2010 Posted in Uncategorized | No Comments »

Anson, not even 8 months, is out of control. He is crawling everywhere, mostly making fast beelines for trash baskets and furniture so he can walk around holding on.  The pack ‘n play is no longer safe to plop him in while I run and do something, since he pulls himself up, then just lets go, and tumbles backward.

Yesterday, I put him in the stroller to walk to the park with Alistair, but half way there, we had to get a taxi because Anson had wriggled out of the straps and was trying to stand up in the stroller while screaming hysterically since he couldn’t see me (he wants me in his sights at all times now).

He is also teething and not sleeping much.

With all this going on, I haven’t had time to ever finish any posts. I’m stopping this one now, before something disastrous happens.