Wedding Day

Saturday we went to a friend's wedding. (Sorry I didn't get a picture with the bride and groom on our camera). Weddings are always a good cultureal experience. When I go to a wedding of a friend or neighbor I expect different, I expect the wedding to be culturally different then our own. After 4 years I know how to act, whats expected, "normal." But when I go to a Christian wedding I am a little thrown off my game. First Bill is with me, the others are segregated. Second, Christian weddings are very similar to our weddings in the West, aside for a few cultural differences. What is different you may ask? At a typical wedding in Texas the birde's sister would not stand up to ask her mother for a tissue. The guests wouldn't answer their cell phones, then change seats down the aisle to say hi to someone. We have our own things they would think "rude" before I get on my soap box. But I don't think anything could top the little boy running up the aisle during the wedding, then walking in front of the bride a groom as they came down the aisle. My son was fairly content with us half the time, and with a little girl in the back the other half. And as content as anything playing in a puddle of water outside the reception the remainder of the evening. It was a special day for all, me with make-up, Bill in a tie, and Zaky with gel in his hair.

Steady progression

This is the latest of steadly progressive stages into man hood. He is now holding his own cone. I buy my own ice cream and get an empty cone for him.

Cat sitting

Our friends have traveled for 2 months. What they left behind: a Wii, mini van with A/C, and a cat. The cat we have been told is "retarded" (has special needs). She has no self protection instincts. If you pull on this cat, sit on it, swat at it, it does nothing. Perfect for Zaky. He follows Sushi around saying "cat" then when the thing is sleeping will pull it's tail. They do play together a bit, and Bill the self proclaimed not "cat person" has been caught snuggling more then once.

Dippen

If he could say "by myself" he would. But until that day a little whine and refusing to eat until he is able to feed himself will have to do. We will work on the double dipping later.

9 WEEKS!!!

9 weeks to go and counting! 9 more weeks of being pregnant! I thank our Lord everyday there is a breeze. And for days like today: Zaky must be going through a growth spurt, he took a 4 1/2 hr nap! Which was very convenient for his mama who has started taking 1 1/2 hr naps. So whoo hoo 9 more weeks to go!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am obviously delusional thinking I will then be able to relax after a new baby joins us, but at least then I will be able to take Advil, Whoo Hoo.

Dirt

I have been told more then once that playing in dirt makes a kid strong. My boy must be Super Man!