The kids were practicing a traditional dance when we got there (last Tuesday the 22nd). I have a video I'll post later. I guess this is a photo of what the kids look like after they dance.
Here is the winner of the best baby contest we held last week, Jorge Luis. They are letting me work with babies now, which I think is a big deal. The tias never let guys in the baby room usually.
Another baby, Camila. Even smaller. We looked into how adoption works and it can take up to 3 years and 20,000 dollars along with a month time in the city, with the baby and working out the legal stuff. Outrageous! We've also been looking into houses and condos to buy hopefully this summer, so we don't waste anymore money on rent. Either in far South East Portland, like 80th, or Multnomah Village.
Someone donated a big plot of land for a new orphanage, but it sounds like they won't take it since it is right by a graveyard. That gave m a good idea for a Steven King book. So, they move the orphanage next to a graveyard and suddenly the kids start waking up covered in dirt. The woman who runs it decides to stay up all night and watch them to see what is going on. At 2:22, she falls asleep but at 3:33 she is awoken by the door opening and a kid sleepwalking back into bed, all dirty. Eventually, they realize these kids are waking up in the graves of their great grandparents, so they move the orphanage. The next morning all the kids are gone. 44 years and 4 months later, they are digging up the road to put in a new children's hospital and they find the bodies, the kids, trapped underground by the concrete. The title maybe should be Dirt, Concrete, and Iron-y.
Camila has started only eating a half ounce at a time, so Gillian is constantly feeding her.
Not sure how you spell Mariajenia, but she is great. She's learning to walk, which is tough in a concrete house. It hurts my back too!
Gillian listening to the song I'm still making for her for Christmas.
Soccer upstairs is fun until the ball goes into the neighbors house and you have to talk with them. They've never been hoe when it's happened to me, but I've heard stories and man do they hate the orphanage.
The 3rd oldest baby is NOT in this blog, oops. Next time.
The kids love the cameras. They are always wanting to take pictures and see themselves. They also love Help! if I haven't mentioned that enough.
Christmas presents hanging from telephone wires. We saw a lot of Santa Clauses climbing in through windows too.
Christmas Eve was a fun potluck. The stove ran out of gas so we didn't eat until 11:30. The gas guy was not too prompt, as you can imagine. Since around Christmas, everybody has been leaving, so suddenly the house is pretty empty. More are coming in a week or 2.
These pictures aren't the best or good at all, but I wanted to document the night so here you go. Maybe some video of the night is on it's way too. We ate turkey and casseroles and had a real regular, great tasting dinner before (and after) lighting off fireworks and dancing to MIA and Deerhoof. I went and worked at the orphanage on Christmas Day, which was nice (Gillian was kinda sick, which is really sick to the Tia's since she is with the babies, so she lounged in bed). We ate ceviche and played volleyball (kinda) and pogs (more kinda).
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