Until the first bone was broken. Bill and the boys were going to take our guests to the castle outside of town. Zaky had gotten two juice cups for he and his brother. Then decided it would be a good idea to climb into the window of the car to put them in his car seat. Well he fell. After a good long cry and quick shower he fell asleep on our bed. Over the next hour (6-7 pm) he woke up teary. When Bill got home from the castle little man was sleeping but there was some swelling. Praise God we had guests and the other two kids were in bed, so both Bill and I could take him to the ER. He was a trooper.
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Not quite
Although he repeatedly says he is a big boy, when it suits his desires, he just isn't quite tall enough to reach.
Done
We were blessed by friends in Beirut with their sons' slightly used clothes. Over the last two years we have received over 12 vacuum bags of clothes for our boys. Last time we visited with them she even said she had started writing her boys names on half the tag to leave the other half for our name! Well we were then cursed with rats who made a home in our boys' closet. The chewed into all but two bags and made a nest in the bag of winter coats. After sorting through all the bags, throwing away about 10%, washing, drying, folding and now restoring, we are done with 3 tubs of clothes! Haleluya!!
Saturday, April 27, 2013
Turtles
Our friends who lived here before us left three turtles in the yard. Now we have counted 7. Here is Zaki and Jo with the baby.
Morning with Dad
It is Saturday so Christy gets to sleep in and Bill is in charge. So I (Bill) try to keep up with the high precedent Christy has set. I get everyone changed and fed. But then the boys go missing until I check the guest room wardrobe. Keeping up with the boys alphabet lesson was fun.
Friday, April 26, 2013
1st school play
Zaki had his first school play on Thursday. As to be expected the parents laughed and laughed as the 4-5 year olds did their thing on stage. Here are some pictures too of the after party.
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