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I am not lost
Habari ya siku mingi! Do you remember me posting in the past of the Kenyan saying, "You've been lost" when you haven't visited someone for a long time? Well, I know that I haven't visited my blog much in the last few weeks, but rest assured, I am not lost from it....
Self Portrait
I had a post on facebook a while back about Eli's self portrait drawing done at school. It's a pretty accurate drawing, except for the skin color. When I asked him why he made himself black, he corrected me saying, "Mom! I'm not black, I'm dark brown!" If only...
Therapy
Ameena is now [gulp] 10 1/2 weeks old (I think?). She had her 8 week doctor's appointment last week at 9 weeks. We had the usual developmental checklist. All fine. She's gained plenty of weight.....getting pretty close to doubling her birth weight, which isn't...
A favorite
I have many favorites here in Africa. One of them is the way mother's carry their babes here. Mom's use colorful cloths of many kinds to tie their babies onto their backs. It is colorful, cheap and easy. It's also a great way for babies to have wonderful...
My grand idea
Most of you who knew me back home know that I love a good deal. Garage sales make me happy. Especially when you score the ones where the people just want to get rid of things...for crazy prices. We've collected a LOT of things while here in Kenya. Some of it...
Comin’ home
From the moment Ian and I committed to coming to Kenya we knew that we'd be short-term missionary-type folk, staying until summer 2010, which is now upon us. There were SOOO many pieces that were brought together in this crazy adventure puzzle that it was...
The morgue
If you're a facebooker and follow the Karibu Centre posts or see my status updates then you will know that on Monday we got the devastating news that one of our vulnerable pregnant moms had a nonviable baby. She was 40 weeks when she got the diagnosis, a day away...
Ticket please
We've lived here in Kenya now for almost 14 months. I've been to the different markets here in Thika plenty. So much so that the locals all know me and I'm old news. Gone are the days when everyone would turn and stare, call Mazungu, or try to charge me insane...
Hair
Ian has always had a special relationship with his hair. He won't admit it though. When I met him in college he had long straight hair that went past his shoulders. I used to watch him mess with it during chapel. He'd pull it back into a ponytail and flip it...
You know you’ve become a Kenyan when…
It's 70 degrees or more outside, you have no AC in the house and you sleep like this: Good thing we're going home in the height of the summer heat, otherwise, these two kids would be forced to dress 3 layers...