You're Gonna Miss This

The words to this song keep running through my head. It's such a perspective-giver when the baby is screaming for no apparent reason. When the big boy spills most of his pasta on the floor trying to get it to the table and pitches a fit at the drop of a hat. When the little lady is sporting a 'tude. When I don't see eye to eye with the hubby. Because all of those moments are fleeting. But so are all the other moments that I cherish. Like when the baby gives me slobbery baby kisses and big, happy smiles. And when the big boy crawls up in my lap to give me a hug and tell me he loves me so much. And when all my little lady wants out of life is to be just like me. And when my hubby finds some new way to show he cares after 10 years of marriage. It's a good life, made up of good moments, and I don't want to squander those moments by wishing them away or not taking full advantage of them. I want to make the most of this time. Because someday I am going to miss it.

Song Lyrics | Trace Adkins lyrics

Another Month of School

Here are the highlights:

• Virtual frog dissection
• Up to 90 words on Vocabulary Wall
• Wrote a creative story using vocabulary words
• Prepared Ancient Egyptian feast
• Several guest teachers
• Fall Break
• King Tut Treasure Hunt
• 6 poems memorized (since the beginning of school)
• List of Pharaohs memorized
• Memorized kings of Judah
• Finished First Grade Grammar
• Introduced cursive writing
• "What Do Ants Eat" Science experiment

The Misadventures of F.T. Baby

Yesterday, we were doing a room swap with the kids to get things back to pre-visitor conditions. F.T.* was following me around (as always), cramming things into his mouth as often as possible and pulling things down from any reachable surface (as always). Back and forth we went, trying to restore some sense of order, but really just producing more chaos. About the time I heard a little distress cry, I realized I hadn't tripped over any small people in the last few steps. More crying alerted me that there was indeed a problem. So, I retraced my steps, knowing he wouldn't be far behind. The crying grew louder, but the baby did not present himself. "How do you lose a baby in 600 sq. ft.?!" you ask. Well, you trap him in the closet, of course! On my last trip through the kids' room, I had very carefully and diliberately closed the closet door to keep Max out of there. And wouldn't you know that I actually closed him up! When I opened the door, I found him completely heart-broken, sitting in a carry-on suitcase, looking pathetic and adorable. And don't you know I felt like the world's worst mommy! But, I don't really think Max was that traumatized, since he has not backed off of his closet (or any other) explorations in the least. At least now I know where to find him if he comes up missing!

*F.T. Baby is the nickname we have given Max, because he is Full-Time like you can't believe!

10-Month Picture (just a little late)

Good-byes are hard.

...And that's all I have to say about that.

Date Night

Date nights have been pretty limited since we've been here in Brazil. In fact, we've had just one--on our anniversary. So, when my mom arrived and announced that she wanted us to get to have a date night while she was here, we jumped at the chance. Thanks to she and my grandmother, we were able to go out on the town last night without the kids--and it was wonderful! (Not that we don't enjoy hanging out with the kids. But, every once in a while a couple just needs some alone time). We knew exactly where we wanted to go, so after church we hopped in a taxi and headed over to a Portuguese restaurant that is owned by a man we know. It was closed tight along with everything else in that part of town, possibly because of the holiday that was being observed yesterday. So, we began scrambling for a "Plan B." We knew of an area where there were lots of restaurants so we just had the cabbie drop us off on that street. The first restaurant we wandered into turned out to be exactly what we had had for lunch, so we decided to pass and move on. Very near there was a little juice bar we've been wanting to try, so we popped in there to regroup, while we sipped some fresh juice and enjoyed some English conversation with the Canadian owner. Then we just started strolling down the street to see what we might find. We came upon a quiant little Italian place and decided to give it a try. They were VERY busy, so the service wasn't fantastic, but the food was wonderful and the atmosphere was really neat. The whole evening was really nice! And, as a bonus, we are just a really cute couple. Don't you agree?! Thanks, Mom and Granny, for giving us a night out. It was really a special treat!

Another Day, Another Adventure

We rented a car and drove up into the mountains today to see what we could see. And all that we could see can't possibly be put down in words. So, once again, you are getting the slide show version. After all, a picture is worth a thousand words. We stopped at many scenic lookouts, a spectacular coffee/cheese farm, a breathtaking resort, a beautiful waterfall and an orchid farm, just to name the hightlights. We saw some of the most beautiful country I have ever seen, and came home with quite a few fun souvenirs and lots of special memories.

Second Third Birthday Party

Behind Again, But Soaring Ahead

Oh friends, I can't believe how long it's been since I've posted--again. Time is just slipping away from me. But my official excuse is all the fun company we've had here with us. Jeff's parents left on Saturday and my mom and grandmother arrived on Monday. It's just one constant party around here, I tell you. But I had to write tonight to tell you some big school news. Ruth finished her first grade grammar book!! She will move on to second grade next week. (We will do a little review tomorrow, and she doesn't have that class on Friday). We are so proud of the progress she is making with her schoolwork! She is excelling in every subject and, quite frankly, blowing our minds! I just hope we can keep up with her as time goes by. She's easily smarter than I am, and I'm not sure how long I can keep the bluff up.

So Many Things, So Little Time

Hi there, Friends! Have you missed me? I've missed you. It's been a whirlwind of activity around here the last few days. We've been having some serious fun, and I just haven't had it in me at the end of the day to sit down and visit with you. And even now I don't have time to tell you in detail about all that we've been doing, so you will have to settle for the highlights and a slideshow. There are tons more pictures on flickr, if you're interested, and of course you can e-mail me or leave a comment if you'd like to have more details.

What we've been up to:

• Make-your-own-moqueca party--picked out lobsters, cut tails off lobsters, cooked lobsters and turned them into yummy moqueca, followed by guava cream cake for dessert.
• Lots of park play.
• Used all my tiles in one of our Scrabble games, giving me my all-time best score, but only a narrow victory.
• Finally captured a photo of the safe salesman's set-up.
• Had dinner at a fantastic little restaurant, loaded with atmosphere and yummy food.
• Rented a car and had our first Brazilian driving experience--attempted to go straight from a left-hand turning lane, almost got hit by a bus, almost hit a bicyclist, navigated by laptop and made it everywhere we wanted to go safe and sound.
• Accidentally visited a minimalistic art gallery, which turned out kind of cool and also made us laugh.
• Visited the train museum and dreamed about making a home out of an old train.
• Shopped at the big fancy grocery store that is not within walking distance, taking full advantage of our rental car.
• Had a couple of wild entries and exits from the parking garage at the apartment.
• Discovered the secret to Brazilian military success: Train in Speedos.
• Drove up into the mountains to hike at Pedra Azul and take in the sights at Vista Linda.
• Witnessed what sounded like the painful death of my camera. Will be learning how to take still shots with the video camera.
• Wilderness potty experience.
• Goat road block.
• Ate something called "bobo" (which is very much like moqueca, only way better) and Creme de Papaya at this quiet little beach restaurant about 4o miles south of here.
• Shell hunting by moonlight (and beach light).
• Sorted through possessions to see what we could send back to the States with Jeff's parents. (They apparently sorted through them again at the airport, but were eventually able to take them all along with them after shuffling them around).
• Said a tearful good-bye to the grandparents.
• Experienced a rockin' storm--complete with sky-to-ocean lightening, wall-rattling thunder, dime-size hail and water coming in even with the windows closed--after just having had a conversation with Jeff's parents in which we said "We have never heard it thunder here and we have never seen lightening, even with all the rain."

First Third Birthday Party

G-L-O-R-I-A

This morning, my mother-in-law and I decided to have a kid-free outing. We hopped in a cab and headed over to an area of town known as "Gloria," that has a reputation as sort of a shopping mecca. There are many shops of every kind, and the prices are really good. I wish I had the words to describe it for you. It's just street after street and block after block of huge variety stores, small specialty stores, and mazes of every kind of shop in between. We saw one whole store devoted to buttons and zippers. There were gobs of shoe stores and as many clothing stores. There was a store where they sold nothing but store fixtures, including an army of manequins. There were jewlery stores and hardware stores and junk stores and baby stores (to name but a few), not to mention a whole section of street vendors. It was almost more than we could take in. In fact, we feel as if we certainly didn't see everything there was to see. But, we had a blast and arrived home with a few treasures. One of the highlights was when Sharon bought a pair of shoes for Ruth and I asked if she could pay by credit card. "Yes," the lady replied, as she put the shoes in a bag. Then, she left the store, motioning for us to follow her. We walked down to the end of the block and entered another shoe store, which must have been the official credit card running location. So funny! This outing was also a really great opportunity for me to practice my Portuguese, and I thought I was doing really well until someone said, "Fala muito bem!" Oh well. Guess I'll keep practicing. At least I got us there and back safely and soundly, and with another fun adventure under our belts.

Fala Muito Bem

Jeff has a theory that goes like this: If you are speaking Portuguese to a native Portuguese speaker and they say, "Fala Portuguese muito bem," ("You speak Portuguese very well") what that really means is: "Your Portuguese stinks, but I want you to feel like I appreciate the fact that you are trying"--because if you really spoke Portuguese very well, they wouldn't say anything at all.

So, this morning in church, I was singing my little heart out (in Portuguese). Eventually, the man next to me turned to me, gave me the thumbs up sign and said simply, "Muito bem." And now I don't know which stinks more, my Portuguese or my singing!

Red Letter Day

Today is Jeff's birthday!! And what a fun day it was. The big kids and Sharon and I went to the bakery this morning to pick out a cake. There were many delectable and beautiful choices, but we finally decided on the chocolate cake and a mini bite-sized flan. The kids and Sharon made a very regal crown for the Birthday Boy, which he gamely wore and even posed for a picture or two with. For lunch, we all hopped in a cab and headed over to Vitoria to one of our favorite churrascarias. The food was fantastic, as always. Then, we made our way back to Vila Velha, where we stopped in to see what we could find at the beach vendor stands. There weren't many vendors out today because of the ominous clouds threatening to dump their contents at any moment, but Jeff still found a few DVDs to bring home. Back at the apartment, we opened gifts, sang "Happy Birthday" in English and in Portuguese multiple times, and ate our yummy cake. (Yes, WE opened gifts. I got a couple of belated birthday presents from Jeff's aunt and uncle and his grandmother that had been sent with Maxie and Sharon. It's my longest birthday season ever)! We laughed and played and had a ball!

(If you'd like to see more pictures from the day, as well as pictures mentioned in yesterday's post, please check out my flickr photostream).

Where was this low-hanging blog fruit yesterday when I was desperate for material?!

So yesterday, I had nothing to blog about, and I was too tired to do so. Today, my friend, Lori, tagged me with one of these "getting to know you" things, which would have been something I could have handled even in my very tired state yesterday. Today was entertaining in its own right, but can be covered by the "to-do list" section of this post, so this is going to be sort of a "twofer." (Pictures to follow in a seperate post another time). I'm no good at tag and don't enjoy being "It," so if you like this little diversion and want to post your answers on your blog, please feel free, but no pressure.

Rules: Each player answers the questions about themselves. At the end of the post, the player then tags 5 people & posts their names, then goes to their blog & leaves them a comment letting them know that they have been tagged & asking them to read your blog. Let the person who tagged you know when you've answered the questions on your blog.

10 YEARS AGO I...
1. was newly married to the man of my dreams.
2. was in the thick of my senior year of college, probably cramming for mid-terms and praying for passing grades.
3. was a co-teacher of the freshman Sunday school class (along with Jeff) at the church we were attending.
4. was living in a teeny little low-rent apartment surrounded by, let's just say "interesting," neighbors.
5. was taking myself much too seriously and worrying about things that would never make one ounce of difference.

5 THINGS ON TODAY'S TO DO LIST...
1. Teach reading.
2. Join the procession to give the mummy of Pharaoh Khufu C a proper burial.
3. Visit chocolate factory.
4. Shoe shopping.
5. Scope out the birthday cake selection at the local bakery.

5 THINGS I WOULD DO IF I WERE A MILLIONAIRE...
1. TRAVEL!!
2. Give Jeff flying lessons and his own plane.
3. Buy really cool gifts for everyone I know...all the time.
4. The usual material things, I guess--new house, new car, new furniture, new clothes, new shoes, etc.
5. Fly first class.

5 PLACES I HAVE LIVED...
1. Haskell, TX
2. Belton, TX
3. College Station, TX
4. Austin, TX
5. Vila Velha, Brazil

5 JOBS I HAVE HAD...
1. Kids Klub counselor (after-school care for elementary-aged kids)
2. Texas A & M bookstore clerk.
3. Personal aide to elementary student with Cerebral Palsy
4. Entrepreneur--first gift baskets, then sugar scrubs
5. My fave (and by far the most rewarding)--a Mommy!!!

Falling Short

I want to be witty, charming, amusing, entertaining, interesting, or at the very least, informative. But tonight I find myself only tired and without anything to offer. So, I will put myself to bed and, hopefully, sleep through the night, so that I will be fresh for you tomorrow. Until then...

Whole New Beach Experience

The beach that runs along in front of our building is pristine. Not only is it (thankfully) realatively free of trash, it is also (disappointingly) relatively free of shells. But today, thanks to my in-laws and their genius of walking down the beach in the other direction, we were able to enjoy a whole new beach experience. The sand changes from ultra fine to downright coarse. And the further along you go, the more shells there are. We collected gobs and gobs of beautiful shells, and we had a blast! We will definitely be going in that direction again, now that we know the treasures that can be found.

Fim de Semana (Or: How we entertained ourselves between Friday and Sunday)

Starting the day off with a bang

Here, we have drinkable yogurt rather than yogurt you eat with a spoon. (You can buy the spoon kind, but it's very expensive). I'm not crazy about just sitting down with a big glass of yogurt, but I do love to pour what amounts to thick, flavored milk over my granola for breakfast. And, we have so many flavors to choose from, that breakfast becomes a bit of an adventure. Yesterday morning was more of an adventure than I bargained for, though, as I reached for a brand new bottle of coconut yogurt. After shaking it for a few seconds, as instructed, I pulled the little plastic ring, and POW!, the lid shot off, hit the ceiling and sailed across the room. And chunky, fermented yogurt shot out like a geyser, soaring right over the rack of clean laundry drying under the ceiling fan. Thankfully, most of the clothes were spared, though the ceiling, floor and kitchen counter were thoroughly covered. Some even managed to make it into the bedroom, a good 12-15 feet away. And I just stood there with my mouth agape, completely stunned by this turn of events. I can honestly say I have never seen anything quite like it. It took Jeff and me both to clean up the mess and it smelled pretty bad, but still, it was truly amazing--especially the part where it sailed right over the laundry. Simply amazing. Wish you all could have been here. We would have had a good laugh and then sat down with a big bowl of granola and yogurt--but not the coconut kind!

Ancient African Feast

This week Ruth was studying Ancient Africa in her History class, and her project for today was to prepare an ancient african feast. She did a great job of getting everything ready and was able to really impress her grandparents upon their arrival. Plus, everything was really yummy. (Even Max enjoyed it)! Here are the menu and a few pics:

Menu:
Chicken With Figs
Papaya Stir-Fried Rice
Fried Plantains
Date and Banana Bars (we substituted raisins for the dates)
Date Chewies (we substituted prunes for the dates)

Max was here!

And here. And there. And everywhere. And, my Bible no longer starts "In the beginning." It's more like "In the middle somewhere." If I turn my back even for a second, the little Max Monster sets to work--emptying garbage cans, discovering unknown piles of grunge, taste-testing things that I don't even want to know what are, attempting to escape from the apartment, and, of course, ripping pages out of any and all books--with as much delight as one little baby can possibly muster. I think he thinks it's a game to see how many times a day I can pick him up and move him to another location. It's more than a full-time job, and, frankly, it's wearing me out! I'll be glad to have some extra eyes and hands for the next few weeks as Jeff's parents visit, followed immediately by my mom and grandmother. Maybe with that many people on the job, someone will actually remember to close the bathroom door before Max can get his hands all the way down into the "splash zone".

Making Space

We are preparing for the arrival of Jeff's parents on Thursday. They will be staying in our little apartment with us, so today my job was to make space. I rearranged furniture (which, if you know me at all, you know I was probably going to do anyway) and cleaned out closets, and I was amazed to find out how much space we actually have. We will certainly have a full house with 7 people in 600 square feet, but I don't think it will be uncomfortable. (And I hope our guests don't disagree). I sort of feel like I could design one of those tiny space rooms they have in IKEA stores--only the furniture I'm working with here is way, way less cool.

Weekend Fun

Public Service Announcement

The time changes here tonight. We are "Springing forward." For Texas, that puts us three hours ahead of you, meaning it's almost midnight here and time for bed.

Another Month of School

Here are some of the things Ruth has done in the last month of school:

• Wrote and "published" her own book about tropical birds.*
• Wrote a list of her own laws, following the example of Hammurabi.
• Started the vocabulary wall.
• Stomped her Dad several times in our "Vocabulary Throwdown Challenge."
• Made own address book with family addresses and phone numbers.
• Finished the first Spelling book, which she was scheduled to finish in December.
• Made a book about the seasons.
• Learned about money by setting up a store.
• Played "Grammargories."
• Finished the first math workbook, putting her on track to finish all of first grade Math in December.
• Learned place values to the hundred billions.
• Lots of other fun and interesting things that I don't remember ever doing in school.
  
  
  

*If you already read this post and are wondering where in the world that tropical bird book is, well, it's not online. Sorry. If you really want to read it, let me know, and I'll send you a copy.

Fresh Bread

When we first arrived in Brazil, we did what Americans do. We bought groceries in bulk in an effort to cut down on our trips to the store. That is NOT what Brazilians do. They buy things in small quantities and go to the store often. They buy fresh bread every morning (and sometimes in the afternoon, too). We scoffed at this practice when we first arrived. But now, well, now, things are different. We still buy some of our groceries in bulk, but not our bread. We know the difference between fresh bread and old bread. There is something truly amazing about eating the bread while it is still warm. Not only does it taste better, but there is the added benefit of the pleasing aroma filling the apartment. It's absolutely irresistable. We thought buying bread to last the week was a good idea, until we tasted the difference. Now we are hooked, and I dare say, even snobby about it. It's fresh bread or no bread for us, thank you very much.

Small wonder, then, that the Lord commanded the Israelites to gather the manna in the morning. Every morning. They couldn't live off the old stuff. It would go bad and even disappear. Imagine trying to live off the same loaf of bread for two weeks. For two months. For two years. For twenty years. The bread would become stale and moldy and eventually just turn into dust, with nothing left that even resembled the bread you started with. Sounds awful, right? And yet this is how so many Christians live their lives. "Well, I had an experience with the Lord 20 (or even 2) years ago...," they say. We can't live off these old blessings. We need the fresh bread every day. The Bible says, "Taste and see that the Lord is good..." (Psalm 34:8). Just a taste of the Lord leaves us wanting more. And the more we have, the more we want. Once we get a taste of His fresh revelation, we can't abide a stale walk with the Lord. This is a challenge for me. I have many excuses why the old bread is o.k. But the longer I go without a new experience with the Lord, the hungrier I get. And once I've had just a taste of the Lord's goodness, only that will do.

Lord, give me Your fresh bread from Heaven today. I can't live without it, and I don't even want to. I have tasted Your blessings, and they are good. I am thankful for all the ways You've blessed my life, but I don't want to try to live off old blessings. I need to hear Your voice today, and I need a new experience with You. Let my life be filled with the pleasing aroma of the bread that comes from You.

A Conversation Over Dinner

Ruth: This chicken was a girl because there are breasts.

Me: Well, actually, all the chickens we eat are girls. No one really eats roosters.

[Pause]

Ruth: What do they do with all the feathers? Do they make clothes out of them or something?

Jeff: I think sometimes they grind them up...

Ruth: And make chicken smoothies??!!

[General hilarity on the part of the parents]

Jeff: Well, I was going to say they make fertilizer, but chicken smoothies certainly sound interesting.

(Katie, maybe these tips will help you make better use of your farmyard fowl).

Nine Months Old Already

Vocabulary Wall

In the course of her schoolwork, Ruth comes across words, from time to time, that she doesn't know--as you would expect a first grader to do. Jeff and I didn't want her to just skip over these words so we tried to think of some way that would make her want to really learn the new words. We really didn't have to spend many brain cycles on it, though, because as soon as she found out that hanging them on the wall was an option, she was completely on board. So, when she comes across a word that she doesn't know, in any subject, she writes it down on a card. Then, we look up the definition together and write it on the other side of the card. Then, I write an example sentence, using the word. We drill these like flashcards. When Ruth can say the definition and use the word in a sentence of her own, she gets to hang it on the wall. (This serves a dual purpose--one utilitarian, one decorative--since our walls have been pretty blank up until now).

Ruth now has 35 words on the wall, including, but not limited to the following:

*Portend
*Haggard
*Hideous
*Infuriate
*Diurnal
*Zygodactyl
*Utilitarian
*Considerable
*Lament
*Folly
*Alas
*Considerable

Having the words up on the wall makes Ruth more aware of them and encourages Jeff and I to use those words more often in conversation. Ruth loves to catch one of us using one of "her" words, and she is thrilled to no end to see them in print again in other reading assignments. Just another way the Watts Academy is making learning fun.

Best Seat in the House

At what age do you forget?

Childhood is so carefree, so fanciful, so fun. And, I want to know at what age do we abandon the simple joys of life: the thrill of pushing the elevator button, the excitement of switching beds with your sibling for the night, the delight of receiving the paper towel roll when all the paper towels are gone, the hilarity of bopping your baby brother on the head with a diaper over and over as he belly laughs, etc.? And more importantly, why? Why the constant effort on behalf of adults (myself, first among these) to stifle what is so very clearly "the good life?" Kids get it. They know what life is all about. We would all do well to immitate them, embrace those simple joys and remember rather than forget.

Our weekend in pictures

Taking it on the chin

Nothing can make you cry like the sight of your own blood. And we had crying and blood in abundance tonight after church. Jeff and I lingered in the sanctuary after the service to talk to some friends, while Ruth and Weston went out into the courtyard to play with the other children, just like they always do. Apparently, Ruth was skipping--which is technically not "running," (but is still not on the "Gaits Allowed" list)--when she crossed paths with a boy running the opposite direction. And by "crossed paths," I really mean crossed faces/heads. The force was great enough to knock Ruth to the ground, where she then did a face plant on the tile or on the concrete. My mommy-ears picked up on my child crying and I came to see what the problem was. As I mentioned before, it was just all blood and crying--along with a few hysterical Brazilian women and a cacophony of unintelligable Portuguese. Fortunately, by the natural course of life, she had already lost her two bottom teeth (and hasn't yet fully gotten in her new ones) or the damage would have been worse. She did loosen up a third tooth and cut the gum a bit (thus the bleeding), and she will certainly have a bruised and sore chin/jaw. Overall, though, the dramatics stemmed almost exclusively from the sight of her own blood. Cleaning the spilled blood off her leg and shoe seemed to help more than the ice and Motrin. By the time she went to bed, she had regained her happy face and was already making big plans for what she would eat for breakfast.

What we need around here is a little excitement, don't you think?!

Lest you think Thursdays are boring

As I returned the laundry keys to the porter this afternoon, he informed me that even though I thought I had signed up do do laundry next week on Tuesday and Thursday, either through his error or mine, that wasn't going to be possible. Instead I would be doing laundry on Wednesday and Thursday. O.k. fine. "Can you just sign me up for Tuesday and Thursday for the following week?" I asked. "No problem, " he assured me. So, off I went to my happy little abode, where the scent of clean laundry filled the air.

A few hours later, Weston woke up from his nap completely soaked. (Being able to go potty by yourself doesn't really count during naps). "O.k." I thought, "the extra sheets are hanging on the line now, and we have a good breeze. They should be dry by bedtime (hopefully)."

A while later, I loaded up all the kids and we headed off in one direction, while Jeff headed off in another--but not before Jeff asked me if I had my key. I always have my key, so I didn't even bother to check. (On Thursdays I have Portuguese tutoring, and the kids love to go and play with my teacher's kids. At that same time, Jeff goes to our friend's English school to assist with the advanced English class). Moments after I arrived at my Portuguese teacher's house, her husband took Ruth and Weston with him to go pick his kids up from school.

Just as my teacher and I sat down to begin, the phone rang. It's Jeff. This unnerves me, because I can only think that something terrible has happened to him en route to his destination. No. The only thing that happened was that he heard from his brother and is changing his plans so as to have an opportunity to spend some quality brother time with Alan. He named the restaurant they were planning to go to and told me he would just meet me at church a little later.

Just as we finish up the Portuguese class, in walk the children with quite a tale to tell. Apparently, after they picked up the other kids from school, Mr. Douglas insisted on taking everyone out for ice cream. Yippee! Unfortunately, Mr. Douglas doesn't speak much English and Weston's urgent bathroom message couldn't be conveyed in a timely manner. So, once again the boy was soaked--and covered with pink ice cream, I might add. Oh well. What can you do?

We arrived back at our building, where the big kids gleefully made a dash for the elevator, as always. They were already there and inside when the porter stopped me. Turns out that one way or another, the laundry days I wanted for the week after next are not going to work out. I can do the laundry on Wednesday and Thursday, but not on Tuesday, as requested. I spend a few moments discussing this with him, and look up to find Ruth standing by my side but not Weston.

I didn't have to ask where he was, because about that time I could hear weeping and wailing ascending through the walls. That's right, Weston was on a solo elevator ride and he was completely freaking out. The porter immediately got on the phone to who-knows-who, trying to get them to intervene. I hopped on the other elevator with the other kids, seeing that the one Weston is in has been called to our floor, and thinking he might get off there if it seems familiar to him. The weeping and wailing continue and increase in volume and severity, as we are now in the shaft next to him. We arrive on the 8th floor but Weston isn't there, though we can certainly still hear him. I pushed the button again and a few seconds later the door opened to a sad and sobbing little boy. I wanted to cry, too, I admit.

Well, at least we are home and can get him into some dry clothes and feed him some dinner. That will surely make him feel better. But, wait, where is my apartment key?! No really. WHERE IS IT??!! This is unbelievable! It's nowhere to be found. So, we ALL hop back on the elevator to see if the porter has a spare. "No," he says, "but if we want to have one made to leave with him for next time..." He has no time to finish--and really there is no need--since my brood and I are already halfway out the front door.

I know where the restaurant is that Jeff was going to. I will just go get the key from him and this will all be over. Oh, but the sidewalks here in Brazil. And this darn double stroller. There are no ramps. These kids are heavy. And it's rush-hour. At least it's close. We made it over to the restaurant, only to find it seemingly closed and completely devoid of patrons. O.k. the church service will be starting in an hour. I'll just go grab something for the children to eat at the little convenience store across the street from the church and wait for Jeff.

A table is procured and food is purchased. We will all feel better after we have something to...
You're kidding me! You spilled your water?! Oh well, we'll just clean it up with these slick, plastic completely unabsorbent napkins. (Think little plastic sheets you get your doughnuts with at the grocery store or possibly popcorn bag).

Meanwhile, I'm scandalizing the entire nation of Brazil by drinking my water straight out of the bottle instead of pouring it into the flimsy plastic cup provided. Fortunately, though, I had my kids drink out of those cups. This diverts attention away from my faux pas, as one of those cups has been left within reach of the baby and water is now streaming down another side of the table.

Finally, we meet up with Jeff, snag the key and scoot on back to our apartment, only to find that Max has a very messy diaper, requiring me to use the dreaded Brazilian wipes, which are akin to the aforementioned napkins but really sudsy.

From where I sit, I'd say Thursdays are anything but boring.

Bane of the Bathroom

I guess it's high time I told all of you about the special plumbing in Brazil. It's simple. It's delicate. It does not accept toilet paper. That's not ideal, but it isn't a problem. We just put the paper in the trash can and move on. And, each bathroom comes equipped with a bidet-like sprayer to make clean-up a snap. The problem comes when you add a curious, newly-independent-potty-goer to the mix.

It's definitely a love/hate relationship. For some reason, if a parent is helping said potty-goer, he makes a huge fuss when his little bum is sprayed. When he is taking care of his business all by himself, however, it is nothing short of thrilling to attempt to spray not only the bum, but the entire room. And I have to say, I can't really blame the guy. That's just too much temptation. But, it's no good for the next in line to come in and sit on a wet seat and step in and around little puddles on the floor (even if it is just water--oh please, please, please nothing but water). And it's no good for the one who continually has to clean up the mess. And worst of all is when those people are one and the same. I think you get what I'm saying.