Thursday, February 28, 2013

Neo's Book

Melts my little heart.

"My Dad is special to me because he wanted a little boy. 
And because he got me something cool for my birthday."


"My mom is special to me because she adopted me.
and I liked her so much when she got me." 


 "Daisy is special to  me because she plays with me a lot,
and she bought me a bell for my bike."


 "Ally is special to me because she loves me so much."


 "Pacquaio (sp) is special to me because I love him
and he always plays with me."

Sunday, February 24, 2013

Bugs

Missionaries aren't supposed to be bothered by bugs. But, this last week has been a bit too 'buggy' for my taste. 

From discovering a cockroach 'lair' in the basement, to Neo getting stung by bees, to the mammoth-sized spider in the stair-well, and the never-ending battle with the ants in the kitchen. Ugh. I'm sick of bugs.

If anyone figures out a way to keep the tropical fruit and the tropical weather, without the tropical bugs, please let me know!

Scary spider, with evil, gleaming eye.

Kuya Wing Wing to the rescue! 
Burning out the bees.

Saturday, February 16, 2013

Happy Birthday, Neo!

Tomorrow, Neo-boy turns 6! Yesterday we celebrated. 

 If there's one thing we've learned in our almost 9 years in this country, PARTYING is the path to the Pinoy heart! 

And being that we are living in a new town with no friends, we decided to use Neo's birthday to try and start building some relationships in our neighborhood. 
 
It was stressful. I will not act like throwing a party is 'my thing'. It's not.

What made this party particularly 'hairy' was the fact that are learning a new culture (what do 'town folk' do for birthdays??), didn't know who to invite (will 2 people, or 200 people show up??), and have zero ability to prepare food for a large crowd (who can we beg help from??).

So, a bit sheepishly, we went next door and asked Ate E. to please help us throw a party. And she did. She and our helper, L. planned the menu and cooked all the food. 
  
With a mixture of 90% anxiety, and 10% faith, we prepared food for 100 guests, then when it was all set out, went and started asking the nearby households to come eat with us!   
 
The preparations.


Hotdogs two ways. Clearly this is a
different 'hotdog culture'. 




 Birthday boy; Check. Tons of food; Check.
All we need now are some guests. 
 

 Awkward face, while guests from church each
give him a birthday wish. 

Pastor Bob praying for Neo.


Neighborhood mommies.


Neighborhood boys.



In the end,
I'm glad we threw a party for Neo!
I'm glad our neighbor so graciously worked her tail off all day cooking for us!
I'm glad we were able to learn a little bit  more about 'city culture'!
I'm glad we were able to meet almost all of our neighbors!
I'm glad the church came and shared this day with us!

I'm glad it's over.

I think I'll go eat some left-over 'hotdog spaghetti' and take a nap.
    

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Ally

Last week, while big sister Daisy was off at a middle school 'thing', Ally and Neo and I got to spend a lot of time together, just the three of us. It's fun to get those rare opportunities to spend a little extra one on one time with the kids. 

Ally, my middle kiddle, amazes me. That girl can WORK. Not only is she a hard worker, but she's eager and happy to help.  What a blessing!
 
Three clues that Ally-bangbang was raised in the Philippines.
Her stick broom, her machete, and her ability to squat for 
hours without her legs falling asleep!

 We painted almost the entire downstairs while Daisy and Dad 
were away. Al kept up with me without tiring, and painted quite 
a few walls on her own!

She helps prepare meals, she helps clean up after meals,
and she's fun during meals! 

Ally loves little kids, and they love her back. She's often
found with a baby on her lap, or a trail of little girls parading
behind her.  

 I'm so thankful for my beautiful, spunky, sassy-pants.
She adds warmth and zing to our home. 

Thursday, February 07, 2013

Home

We are thankful for the home God provided for us. But, it needed a little love. Well, a lot of love. This week, the kids and I grabbed some paintbrushes......
 
Before:
 

During:
 


After:


Not too shabby! I might hire those cute, little painters again!