Marriage (Isaiah)

I've been talking a lot about marriage lately.  I told Mommy I want to marry her, but she says Daddy already did.
So, last week, I married my friend Naomi.  I told Mom "Naomi and I married each other."  She seemed pleased (and a little amused).  When Miss Lizzy came where we were, I told her that Naomi and I married each other and said that I have a sword to protect her.
I asked her if Naomi and I can live in our house, and she and Dad can move somewhere else.
Today when we were talking about Mary Poppins, I asked Mom if Mary Poppins married someone, and she said no.  Well, that makes sense.  "People who fly don't get married."
Tonight, I said, "I don't want to marry anyone...except Naomi."  Mom said that I only get to pick one person to marry.   I told her this other girl said she wanted to marry me.  Mom said, "Well, looks like you're in high demand."
"Yeah."  Grins.
 

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."