For my birthday, we finally tried cuy. Actually, the worst things on that plate there were the green beans, which still smelled like the farm. Cuy isn't bad. It's like a disappointing turkey dinner, very mild. We bought the CD of the band that played, so now we have Hotel California on the flute. Classic.
Baby #3, Vallery. I held her and baby #4 yesterday and they kept hugging and kissing. It was really cute. I then had them in the same crib, but #4 Mariaejenia (or something) kept wanting to walk on Vallery.
John on the left pooped his pants yesterday and didn't want to interrupt playing pogs to go change his pants. John is so stinky.
For some reason, some volunteer thought it a good idea to build a sandbox in the middle of the soccer field, when there is plenty of room off to the side. Then they filled it with something like concrete so the kids get extremely dirty and aren't allowed to play in it.
Behind the clothes is their collection of dangerous things to put the kids in the hospital with. Weird iron rods and boards with nails they are saving for some reason. Their is Misty, the volcano in the back ground. I dunno if I'm going to get a good picture of it with the new camera since were getting into rainy season soon.
Laundry here is very complex since all their machines are about broken. It's like a 8 step process of washing and rinsing and soaking and spinning and on and on.
After the kids had kicked two balls into the neighbors yard, I tried to get creative. We did some obstacle courses and then I dug trough the garbage and made a ramp.
The ramp quickly became a fort made entirely of things from the dangerous pile. The roof was supported by something with wheels, so I stayed close and dismantled it just in time (before the tias saw it).
Whenever the kids bump their heads, they rub whatever leaves they can find on it.
Feeding time for baby.
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