Last night was the celebration of several different things for us, in no particular order: Scotty got to take off his sling last night! The doctor says he still has to wait one month before starting physical therapy because the bone is still very soft.
The cats turned one year old this month. They didn't actually realize we were celebrating their birthdays, and we didn't offer them any steak from dinner.
We've been back in Bolivia for a year! It's incredible how fast time goes and all the things that have happened over this last year. We certainly see the hand of God in all of it- He is so faithful.
We FINALLY got the papers for our land, after about 4 months of waiting. So, we decided to invite all the neighborhood kids over that we know for a bonfire and marshmallow roasting party. Scotty has slowly been piling up brush from the land in preparation for the big day when we got papers in hand. The kids were excited last night as he drove home from work and were already milling about the property waiting for us. We enjoyed a tasty dinner and then grabbed a bag of marshmallows I've been saving for this occasion and rallied the troops. The kids were all about helping Scotty start the fire and after it died down a bit, we handed out sticks and marshmallows to excited little ones and Scotty gave a brief marshmallow roasting lesson.
There was a little guy there, Luis, who must not have been more than 3 years old. He kept aiming his stick in the general direction of the fire and then asking if he could eat the marshmallow. He would ask "Tio" (uncle Scotty) first, and then me, and then when we both approved him, he would stick the whole thing in his mouth and look like he was playing Chubby Bunnies (does anyone know that game?).
Sometimes the kids would see him eat his cold marshmallow and say "but it's raw!". I would assure them that it was fine and eventually we had to cut little Luis off from the marshmallows for fear that his tummy wouldn't handle it very well. After we snapped a million photos of the kids who were begging to have their picture taken, and passed out almost the whole bag, the kids began to ask if they could have some for their mom, dad, sister, cousin, etc... We finished off the bag, let the first die almost down, and the left the oldest in charge while we returned home. It was a great way to hang out with these kids we see all the time as well as celebrate the fact that we are official landowners.
There was a little guy there, Luis, who must not have been more than 3 years old. He kept aiming his stick in the general direction of the fire and then asking if he could eat the marshmallow. He would ask "Tio" (uncle Scotty) first, and then me, and then when we both approved him, he would stick the whole thing in his mouth and look like he was playing Chubby Bunnies (does anyone know that game?). Sometimes the kids would see him eat his cold marshmallow and say "but it's raw!". I would assure them that it was fine and eventually we had to cut little Luis off from the marshmallows for fear that his tummy wouldn't handle it very well. After we snapped a million photos of the kids who were begging to have their picture taken, and passed out almost the whole bag, the kids began to ask if they could have some for their mom, dad, sister, cousin, etc... We finished off the bag, let the first die almost down, and the left the oldest in charge while we returned home. It was a great way to hang out with these kids we see all the time as well as celebrate the fact that we are official landowners.
2 comments:
Hey - loved your account of the evening with the kiddies ... they are precious. What a neat way to begin using your lot. We're having Chick and DeeDee over to have supper with us this evening, after choir practice.
Chubby Bunny! Ha! Yep, know that game...used to be a college fav!
Looking forward to talking to at least SCotty tonight (hopefully, Lisa too for a few minutes?!)
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