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Little is 8!

Dear Little, Happy completion of 8 journeys around the sun. I'm thankful for the way you are always caring for the people around you. You're the first to run and get Dek when you hear him cry. You're the first to pick him up and kiss his owies and make him feel better. You are such a sweet girl. You are the hostess, always wanting to make something special for your friends, throw a little tea party, make a little snack, or bake a few cookies. We had some Christmas carolers come to our house one evening recently and you were baking them some of your special cookies when we ran out of cookies gas. The cookies weren't finished, and it was too late to go out and buy another gas canister, though your daddy tried. You were so heartbroken about those unfinished cookies sitting in the oven, and not being able to serve them to our guests, that you spent the whole time they were singing crying quietly in my lap. I'm not sure if

Of Darkness, and Hope, and How You Can Help Bring Light

Today I met a 14 year old girl, when I was visiting two of the mothers in my birth class. She was squatting in the house next to one of the grandmothers. I thought she was a kid who came in to watch the babies. 17 year old mamas The two mothers I was there to see were the youngest women in the class. They were both seventeen. One of these girls discovered that the man who got her pregnant was already married to someone else , before he started sweet talking her. She was so upset over this that she took something to try and abort her babies. That's right, plural. The doctors at the clinic told her she was pregnant with twins. But whatever she took was only half successful. One of the babies lived . He's a tiny little thing, with intelligent little eyes in his beautiful face. His grandfather is quite taken with him, and insists he will care for and raise his grandson himself if need be. I'm happy for this baby boy and his mother that it turned out this way. She

One Day

I participated in the One Day party on Instagram again this year, hosted by Laura of HollyWood HouseWife . Every year that I do this I think to myself I will follow up by making it into a blog post so that readers who aren't on IG can see what goes on in a typical day here. This year, it's the third year, I'm actually doing it. So without further ado, one day of my life, in photos. A child always wakes me up in the morning, rarely ever is it the baby. Then today I have to wake this guy up because he has a super early breakfast date with our oldest son, who is 13 today. He wants to get breakfast at the Burmese tea shop in the city, and they start early. If you wait to go until 8am they might be out of everything. I decide to to so quick lice check before my shower because my head's been feeling just a bit itchy and someone we know told us she found lice. I've been checking the girls obsessively and they're fine so I didn't expect to find a

False Alarms and Energy Drinks

She hands me a little plastic bag through the driver window. “Ah Sayama, chesu tin ba deh.” (Teacher, thank you, in Burmese.) I let my surprise show on my face. Not over the drinks, the ladies have taken to giving me these little gratitude tokens every week, almost always an energy drink. They must think I look tired. I’m not expecting to see her because I drove her to the clinic two days ago to have a baby, along with her sister, her husband, and her sister’s husband, to help take care of her. There she is, still pregnant, laughing, a little embarrassed, and ready for class this week. I save my questions for when we arrive, because Tintin can translate for me when we get there. “When I got there they checked me, but I’m still not dilated,” she says. “When sayama, she checked me in the car and told me it would be a long time, I was just worried about getting to the clinic in time. I didn’t want to have to call her in the middle of the night. And when she offered to go and

So I did the ice bucket challenge....

I really didn't think the ice bucket challenge would make it to me. It wasn't a big thing in Thailand at all. But then Brenda did it, and challenged me. So I played along, sort of, and made this little video. Take a look. It's a bit long, but I promise it's not what you might expect. Also, you get to see all the cute kids from the migrant village near where we live that we teach an English class to every week. If you're wondering where the Boy is in this, he had the kind of school week that involved procrastination on several bits of work and then the unfortunate consequence of missing out on other things because he was still working on school. It would have been way better with him there. He's good with a camera.

42 photos/reasons why I love my husband - Celebrating 14 years

Moving overseas, they say, can be one of the hardest things to put a marriage through. I'd have to say that they are right. Aaron and I have probably had more fights this past year since moving to Thailand than in the previous 6 years combined. He rocks the tribal clothing.  They were always over stupid things on the surface, little annoyances that we would snap at each other over, the leaky points at which all the stress, and fear of screwing up, and the patience that is always required here just plain worn thin and wearing out against each other. Some are even funny, in retrospect. There was that one time when I was 8 months pregnant and proudly told Aaron that I felt like I was getting the hang of using squatty potties finally. He, squatty evangelist that he is, grinned big and stated, "They're better than western style toilets, aren't they?" I could not bring myself to agree, pointed out the difference between getting the hang of and actually likin


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