I Love Didi and She Loves Me (Ezekiel)

Mom decided to go to a meeting today without me.  I put up a protest for a minute or two, and then I just took Didi by the hand and led her upstairs.  Didi does cleaning at our house and sometimes cooking.  I like to follow her around and watch her.  I know that she would really rather just play with  me all day.
I love Didi.  I even ask Mom to sing about her in my "moon song" sometimes at night.
I'm pretty sure she would do anything I asked her to do!
(Mom is hoping I don't test that theory.)

I Speak Nepali (Ezekiel)

In keeping with my belief that I am basically Nepali in white skin, I have decided to use Nepali words as often as I can.  I like to pretty much give the taxi drivers a steady stream of baya (left), daya (right), and sidha (straight) whenever we're riding in a taxi.  They seem to like it.  

Another favorite is dhanyavad (thank you).  Today, Isaiah traded me and gave me a strawberry for my chocolate chip cookie--a trade that seemed to surprise Mommy, but I was happy to make--and I pulled out a spontaneous dhanyavad.  Mommy laughed a lot.  That pretty much ensures I shall make a repeat performance soon.

Vomiting (Isaiah)

I had just opened a package from Grandpa and Grandma the day before, so I was wearing my new footie pajamas.  They made me feel strong!

Apparently, not strong enough.  Footie pajamas are no match for vomit.  It just came.  Woke up with it all over my bed.  And then again.  Moved in to Mom and Dad's bed.  She put a bucket by the bed that I guess I was supposed to hit with the vomit, but that is a lot to ask of a tired guy who keeps waking up with this awful vomiting thing.  Mom caught it with her hands several times (seems like she was counting because she said three the next day).  She got the bucket up in time for me lots of times, though!  

Lots of cold, miserable changes of clothes and sheets and general horribleness!  What a rough night!  Mom let me watch movies all the day the next day.  I've tried telling her several times since then that I had a rough night and need to watch movies again, but so far, that part has sadly not repeated.  Glad we are well past the vomiting, though.  Did seem to make Mom nervous every time I burped for a few days.  

I am a bit disillusioned about the footie pajamas now.  I think I'll leave those for my brother.

TEA! (Ezekiel)

I just love tea!  I love it!  Grown-ups here all seem to love it, so why wouldn't I?

More tea, please!!!

The Bus (Ezekiel)

I love buses.  I pretty much love anything that has wheels and goes, and buses fit those qualifications.  Whenever we get to the chowk, I try to persuade Mom to take us on the bus.  They are filled with people.  Mom won't take us on the bus if there are people hanging on the outside, for some reason.  Personally, I say, the more the merrier.  People on the bus love me!  I am like the bus entertainment.  One thing I have learned is that, if you hit the side of the bus two times, it makes the bus go.  The guy at the front seems to have more power with this than I do, but I keep trying lately.  I really like to hold on to the bar on the ceiling, but Mom usually insists on trying to find a seat, and then I can't reach it.
Mom insists that we keep all body parts inside the bus, but it is so tempting to reach out when the window is open and so big and only a few inches higher than the seat.
When we get to where we want to go, it's like a game to weave through the people to get off the bus before it starts going again.  So far, we've been mostly successful.
And, Mom seems to feel satisfied at having saved some money by taking the bus, so everybody wins!
I wish we could ride the bus everyday.

Missing "Home" (Isaiah)

I have really been missing America lately.  Things are not so new and exciting anymore.  Now, everything just seems different.
Some of the things I miss are:
"the fountain"
home
Elijah
America
regular cow's milk
Panera mac'n'cheese
Egg McMuffins
the train by target
frozen yogurt
English muffins
Mateo
"both Daniels" (Daniel and Danielle)
"I think Ezekiel misses all the doggies in America and Tito."

Nepal Loves Me (Ezekiel)

It's like I was made for Nepal!  The people here love me!  I wave to them, and they squeal and grin and wave back, even when they are driving.  They call me Babu, and they think it is super cute when I repeat that.  They pinch my cheeks a lot.  That seems to really stress out my brother, but come on, Isaiah, we're cute.  You have to give the people what they want.  Sometimes they try to pick me up and take me places, which sort of cramps my style, but they eventually put me back down and laugh as I run off.

Mom seems surprised, but I chug the milk here.  We get to make it ourselves!  How cool is that?  Sometimes Mom lets me stir.  People feed me lots of good food here, and I would drink the tea all day long if Mom would let me!

There are dogs everywhere!  And other animals, too!  Right out on the street.  Mom doesn't let me touch them.

Mom seems less concerned with me getting dirty than she used to be.  Maybe she figures it's a losing battle, but I pretty much now get to stay covered in a nice layer of dirt most of the time.  Then sometimes I go in a big bucket to get washed.

I even like the medicine here better!  I would never take that stuff from America, all flavored up and weird.  Now, this stuff here...this stuff I will take.  

The taxis and buses are my favorite!  I don't have to sit in a car seat.  They almost never even have seat belts!  That is the way to ride!  They do make me sleepy, though.  I mean, it is so soothing.  There is a constant hum of various noises and a good strong rocking up and down and all around...Who wouldn't fall asleep?!  There is one stretch of road especially that gets me every time.  At the bottom of the hill we live on, there is this stretch of road with no smoothness in sight.  Big giant bumps for at least a mile.  It shakes me right to sleep.

I think I might be part Nepali in a white shell.