on friday, matthew came with a small bag of frito type cheese chips.
It was actually good because it kept him entertained
and happy during the usual
10
(10! 10 minutes is all he cries now?!?!
Ooooo Thank you, Jesus for progress!)
minutes or so he cries in the morning.
Johanno got a hold of them and
after silence
(NEVER a good thing when working with children)
I glanced over to see what was going on.
Johanno had his hands in them but he really wasn’t eating them.
(its now 10 minutes later, and i’ve been quietly
(and very slyly) watching.
he keeps feeding them to matthew.
only he says
“i have to food matthew, bekah! i’m not eating them! i’m fooding matthew!”
hahahaha
“fooding” hahahahaha he’s so funny.
and for the record, after a few moments of giggling, i did correct his english.
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so my hair is getting SO long.
this past sunday was the first day i felt like it is in the
“long” length.
Before, I would have said it was medium,
but i blew it out straight and could not believe
how far down my back it went.
Granted it did not go that far, but far enough that it is now
classified
as long.
This of course, brings up a mighty large dilemma
because with it being our summer here,
i’d much prefer it short.
but in a few weeks i’ll be home to Lord willing
LOTS
of snow
and all the cold weather associated with that.
i’m also itching to do something shocking with it.
like dye it. but again, nothing ever takes in my hair
from the extreme blondness and
it’d be silly to work against nature now that i
live in the sun with the kids each day.
which reminds me...
lets here it for me being the darkest sibling come this Christmas!!!
it’ll be a first and you better believe
i’ll be looking good, nice, and tan next to the other 6 pasty white ones.
Considering i’m the usual
albino in the family,
you better freakin believe i’m excited!
:) hahahahaa
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i just finished reading this book. it was a very fast 2 day read for me.
it was strangely fascinating and heartbreaking at the
same time.
its crazy that even in america people are so brainwashed
and broken.
it reminds me more and more i don't need to be overseas to minister
life
to desperately broken people.
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i found the ways she learned to cope with her abuse
familiar.
its amazing the little mind games you
play with yourself to survive
daily psychological attacks.
i'm so sad for her and what she went through.
what a survivors spirit of perseverance.
i hope she finds Jesus and real healing is brought to her life....
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and because everything is better if there is a photo attached to it.
i love it for so many reasons!
one it is 'him' perfectly. he's such a blur of
energy and love and
hilarity.
two,
his family is 'my' family here and the recital reminded me of ALL my many
recitals when i was nicole's age.
also, i just love blurry photos.
always have.
always will
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Sooooooo funny what your little one said with the "fooding"! It made me smile! Anddddd... on another note, when you get back home.... I think that you should go to my hairstylist, and tell him to just do whatever he wants to you! He's amazing! He's not super expensive... and he's smart! I told him he could do anything he wanted to me, and that's how I ended up with short hair. But I love it! So if you really wanna go for something different, then you should definitely consider him!!! I'll give you the info if you want! :)
ReplyDeleteLoveeeeeeeee <3