These days I'm burning this White Tea Ginger candle and loving it.
It's not too strong, not too subtle. It's just right.
What did people do before soy candles? They are about a million times better than wax candles.
But, as a Spanish speaker with a dry sense of humor, when I hear someone say 'soy candle' I can't help but say 'Eres un candle?!?' Same with soy sauce. And soy milk.
But not soy beans. Odd.
What do Carolyn and her sweet daddy do for fun when I'm not home? One of them enjoys being pulled around on a frog who is sitting a crib bumper with a rolling musical cow trailing behind.
What could be more fun than a frog ride?
The aforementioned frog puller loves nothing more than cooking a big bird.
And then photographing it.
His most recent masterpiece, a 21 pound turkey.
Mybestie recently passed some of her childhood duds on to C.
She wore one of them the other day and looked like the cutest little biracial Laura Ingalls you ever did see.
And finally, a victory. I know I've mentioned several times that we are reluctant/confirmed cosleepers.
My sweet baby spent every night of her first 13 months cuddled next to me in bed. I loved the closeness, especially since I have to be away from her during the day while I work. But, it was time for the party to end. She's bigger now, flops around more, and doesn't really need to nurse at night any more but wanted to anyway. So we decided to bite the bullet and put her in her crib. *Gasp*.
We were prepared for the worst, and we had a plan of how to deal with the crying (which my oh-so-loving hubby researched himself). We prayed for a smooth transition before the big night, and before we put her in the crib the first time. And God answered our prayer! She fussed for a few minutes the first night, but fell asleep quickly and slept ALL NIGHT LONG. Which she has NEVER done before. Not once. And every night since then she's done equally well. Thank you God!
And thank you readers, for sticking with me through this all over the place post!
And double thank you for your sweet comments on fb and the other blog regarding our missionary dreams!
Well, not exactly secret. Just unannounced until now. My husband and I decided a few months ago to serve God full time in Uganda. This other blog is my journal of the process of making our dream a reality. I hope you'll go read it.
In other (old) news, my sweet baby turned one! She is walking and starting to talk a little bit. She says mama, baby, juice, and shoes. 'Juice' and 'shoes' sound just the same, but you can tell what she means by the context ;)
I started a new job this school year. I'm in a different school district and I'm teaching bilingual special ed resource rather than being a classroom teacher like I was before. I love it. It's great to be able to work with small groups and really get to focus on what they need to learn. I have an awesome group of students and I look forward to seeing them (almost) every day. Also, it's just easier. There, I said it. You non-teacher peeps wouldn't believe HOW MUCH NON-EDUCATIONAL WORK falls onto classroom teachers to take care of. Special ed does involve it's fair share of paperwork. But it's nothing compared to the constant flow of picture money collecting, fundraiser promoting, identakid safety card selling, field trip organizing, t-shirt pushing that goes with being a classroom teacher. And don't even get me started on Dubya and No Child Left Behind...
I'm reading a great book right now. It reminded me to rejoice always. I'm rejoicing currently in being convicted of things I never realized before. Like how often I use humor to bring people down rather than lift them up. Like how much (many?) of my resources are spent frivolously, rather than to serve God or serve others, or serve my family even.
"Yoga" is how you say hello in Ateso, the language spoken in the part of Uganda that I visited this summer.
I've just got Africa on my mind. (If you want to, you could now sing that song 'Georgia on my mind' but replace 'Georgia' with 'Africa.)*
I just wanted to share two amazing blogs I've been reading about people who up and moved to Uganda to take care of people. To do the work God left for His people to do. I'm pretty sure that's the purpose of life. Reading the stories of real people who are doing real work for the kingdom of God makes me want to sell all my junk and join them. So I thought I'd share.
Hello blogosphere! Nice to see you again. It's been a while.
I've been reading a book called Half the Sky. It's about oppression of women in developing countries. More specifically it's about ways of helping these women. It's really an eye opener. Our trip to Uganda this summer left me wanting to serve in God's kingdom, and this book just reinforces that desire.
It's one of those books that works its way in to who you are, to how you see things. Read it. Now!
PS: On a lighter note, I've also been at Subway. Apparently the bigwigs in the sandwich game have been reading my blog. I do believe you'll remember that sub bags were MY idea. And lo and behold, look what Subway has rolled out. You're welcome, Subway! In return for my intellectual property, I would like for your sandwich artists to reliably honor my request for 'light lite mayonaise'.
As I mentioned before, I took so many pictures of our trip that I don't really know where to start. But since two of my lovely readers (Marta and Rochelle) mentioned the flight, I'll start there. Commenting pays.
It is commonly thought that taking a baby on an international flight is quite a challenge. I will dispell that myth right here and now. The truth is, taking a baby on an international flight is like going to Six Flags with someone in a wheelchair. We got pushed to the front of the line the whole way- customs, airport check in, airplane bording, etc.. You can't beat that. My little charmer even managed to get us bumped to business class on each leg of our flight. (Apparently they can just put you up there if they want to.)
Of course it wasn't all fun and games. But it was about 45% fun, 45% games, 9% deep breaths, and 1% being totally embarrassed when C spilled A TRAY of orange juice on a non-English speaking stranger one hour into a 10 hour flight. Talk about awkward. BTW, did you know passengers under the age of two can fly as a lap baby on international flights? They can. It's not totally free like on domestic flights, but it's just 10% of an adult ticket price. We plan to take advantage of this again next summer. If the carseat fanatics don't ruin it before then, that is.
It was after the flight that things got interesting. I knew that we were going to have to drive from the airport town (Entebbe) to the town Mike is from (Bukedea). Before the trip, he kept telling it was 120 miles and it was a really tough trip. I didn't buy it. How long can it take to drive 120 miles?
When you share the two-lane road with bicyclists, cows, turkeys (both literal and figurative), ducks, military-ish people collecting bribes, and jillions of pedestrians carrying water on their heads, 120 miles can take 10 hours. Especially when the vehicle you are travelling in breaks down for a while. But after 5 hours you are pretty much ready to stretch your legs, take some pictures, and meet some locals anyway.
Driving in Uganda is not like driving here. For one, they drive on the left side of the road. For two, they honk about as often as they blink. Here is a list* of reasons to honk the horn while driving in Uganda:
1) someone is ahead of you
2) someone is behind you
3) you're passing a pedestrian
4) you're passing an animal
5) good song on the radio
6) it's been more than onemississippi since you last honked
*You should probably print and laminate that list. Keep it in your wallet. Just in case.