JUST STUFF...

Back to numbers because it's been a little wacky around here...fixing up a rental, re-entering into non-holiday normality, lots of courthouse/doctor visits...

1.  There really are some universal truths for all.  Aaron was wearing his slippers with socks on creating that oh-so-gross-camel-toe look.  Derebe looked at his feet, paused, and said, "Oh...you're wearing socks?" As if to say, "Uh, Dad, seriously?  That's kinda weird." He's only four-years-old and it rubbed him the wrong way...hehe.

2.  Derebe and I went out shopping the other day to have some bonding time.  We decided to go shopping because he's getting GIGANTIC and wasn't really fitting in any of his clothes.  Anyway, when we got home, he was looking at his new assortment of shirts/pants and said, "Wow, mommy, I'm getting taller...I'm growing biiiiiiig.  Almost have beard like Daddy! Aaaalmoooost!"   It's amazing.  The human body is just shockingly resilient when it gets what it needs.  D was telling us that he only ate once a day...which compared to many in this world, I suppose one meal is pretty good. Poor guy. Needless to say, food is VERY important to him still.  Check out these pics of the boys on the day we met at the end of June. AND then the black and white picture is them a few days ago in the SAME clothes!  Let's just say Cherenet's belly is poking out and Derebe's legs are getting long!  I remember that day how is pants were just sliding off his little bottom.  Not so much anymore...

3. The boys have started watching and doing this yoga for kids exercise video that goes through the alphabet and they are so stinking cute!  Nice to throw in some extra activity now that winter has lost it's novelty.  You know?!

4.  Went to Amharic class #2.  Mostly review with some new vocab.  Plus, a mystery solved.  Finally figured out why the boys used to call dogs "Wussychews" -- always strange to me because it doesn't sound like Amharic.  When you say something like woosha, it means dog.  And achu refers to a group.  So, we're thinking it means a pack of dogs...which would make sense. Technically, the boys spoke a tribal language, then Amharic, and then English -- with kid interpretation all mixed in all over the place.  Soooo, sometimes things are a mystery to us.  OR were.  Communication is pretty breezy lately, but I'm sad that they don't use some of their old Amharic words anymore. :(

5.  Lately, both the boys keep talking about babies.  Just randomly throughout the day, I hear baby talk.  Sometimes insisting that "it" comes from my belly and other times requesting an "Etopia" baby.  The other day, Derebe said, "Mommy, I want an Etopia baby, but I don't want a baby in my booty."  Yeah, I don't know what that means either.

Soon, I hope to post about our Ethiopian Christmas celebration.  Got some good video!