This is Ezra's little Brittish mate, Joshua. They were happy to be back together again. :)
Ezra in the cart at the airport. He was BURNING up, poor kid. For goodness sakes, his Mama had him dressed in a fleece snowman PJ thing!
Rub a dub dub- little boy in the laundry tub!
Going on a walk
Ezra in his Daddy's overalls :) Love this!
I found a pickle in the snow!
When I used to have the time, I can remember following blogs of people with babies. New babies, adopted babies etc and then... they stopped updating their blogs after a few months or after the baby came home. DROVE ME CRAZY! Now, I am officially that Mama. While in the states I proved that, clearly, I cannot work and be a mother AND blog. Especially with you American folks introducing me to a silly site called Pinterest. Actually, I take that back. I probably DID have time, but who was I updating the blog for? I was living in the same town as most of you folks! If I'm not blogging myself, chances are I'm not reading anyone else's either. One of my dearest friends is an avid blogger and I will never understand how she does it with all she has going on. Completely baffles me. I'm coming to terms with the fact that I will just not be able to catch up on the past nearly 4 months of her blog. Hopefully she just tells me the really important stuff.
Chris and I just watched a movie a couple nights ago called "Contagion". Watch it. Seriously. No nudity or sex, no guts n' gore, No swearing (not that I can remember), and most of all no zombies and vampires ;) Just an all around good flick. Starring Matt Damien, Jude Law, Gweneth Paltrow- it's about an outbreak of disease all over the world. It freaked Chris out a little.
Now, how is this relevant to my cute, sweet Ezra? I'm glad you asked.
I nearly forgot what it was like to have a baby here in Kenya. It's funny and scary all at the same time. When Ezra and I go walking/jogging I normally give people a half-hearted wave of some sort as I pass them. I feel mean or unfriendly if I don't. But I don't want to seem over friendly because I am on a mission after all and I don't want random people giggling Ezra's cheeks with their hands that I know they haven't washed because I JUST SAW THEM WEEING ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD! It doesn't matter what kind of wave I give them anyway, because they only wave at Ezra. Yesterday, as we passed one man on our walk he kept snapping his fingers trying to get Ezra to look at him.
When I am at the grocery store with Ezra or really anywhere, it never fails. People walk right up to him and they take their middle finger and poke his fat cheeks...over and over and over again. Secretly I want him to hurry up and get his top teeth so he can bite them. Now, I'm really not that freaky about my baby and germs. I like to think he has an awesome immune system like his mother. Yes, he eats off the floor... any floor really. Even the airplane floor. Yick. I can't tell you the number of disturbing things he put his mouth on in the plane. I mean he's going to put gross things in his mouth. Children all over the world in all kinds of conditions put really disgusting things in their mouths.... and most of them are okay. I will admit that I don't always wash my hands after I use the toilet either. If my special soap I'm not allergic to isn't available, I might just run some water over my hands or only wash my fingers (where I don't have the skin breakdown and allergy) But he's also MY baby. Yesterday I had to have some passport photos made of Ezra for his Kenya Visa. As soon as I walked into the store an Indian customer walks over and starts poking/giggling Ezra's cheeks. He's not amazing, but the man is. Then he rubs his head like a genie will soon pop out of his mouth. I smiled and stood there as long as I could bare it, then picked Ezra up as he began getting quite annoyed by the man.
At the grocery store, they make the checkout lines for skinny people because there is NO extra room. I used to be anal about watching my groceries being rung up so I could check for over charges. Evidently those days are over. Ezra was grabbing everything in his reach... which was pretty much everything. From the condoms to the "Help Aids Orphans" money tin. Oh my. What a combo to grab, huh? My bag boy saw me stuggling and tells me to move so he can pull Ezra closer to him. Thankful for his help, I oblidged. Yep... you guessed it. More poking and giggling. Ezra was in a good mood and didn't seem to mind it, so I didn't either.
When we pull into mall type places (where the grocery stores are) there are security men with mirrors checking under you car and in your trunk for bombs. They have been doing this since the whole Al Shabab thing. When it comes to our car the security guys just walk along the side of the car then see Ezra and start waving and smiling at him and never look in our car or in their little mirror on wheels. Good thing we aren't Al Shabab, huh? He is pretty captivating.
I really love this culture and the way the swoon over my baby. Because I feel the same way exact way about their babies! Now can i please have one of theirs? ;)
On the way, I assured Chris that God would take care of us and he would provide either $ for a new engine or a new vehicle. As soon as we got to the camp site- there was a sweet reminder one one of God's awesome promises. 
