Yes, Hannah can count. Here’s the proof – she made this sheet that counts up to 400 (counting by 100s after 100).
(Note from Dad: By the way, a couple of kids have birthdays coming up in May. If you want to celebrate, check out their wish list on the lower right, or click here to see the whole list.)
Yesterday was not a typical day, but since there’s no such thing I thought I’d tell you briefly about a sample day. I guess on a typical day I’d be in language school, but since I have the week off, things are a bit different.
Some things I did today: Took the kids to the fruit market for some fruit & veggies, tried to check what was wrong with our car air conditioning (no go – I guess it’s the mechanic’s turn), worked on some health insurance issues, sent out some email updates (that didn’t work the first time), answered some emails, played snap with Hannah, played basketball with Nathanael (briefly – short attention span), watered our garden, cleaned in the house, and lots more – can’t remember it all.
But the big activity of the day was going swimming – the first time we’ve been swimming since arriving. We went down the road to our friends’ house. And in my opinion, the pool was CoLDddd! But we had a little swim anyway. It was fun, and I took some video for you.
I actually made this little video for Grandma and Grandpa Winger, but I might as well share it with you too! Besides, you can see a bit of our living room. (Actually, that open space is supposed to be a dining room, but we don’t have any dining room furniture yet.)
Grandma and Grandpa gave Hannah and Nathanael these little straw-shooters for Valentine's Day, so they had fun shooting them around the house.
It’s always nice when someone else does the work for you. Our friends, the Harers, attend the same church we do here in Cuernavaca. A couple of weeks ago, Ken Harer took some photos of the church, and their typical Sunday morning. So I’m just going to send you on over to his blog to take a look.
Our church is called Iglesia Biblica El Renuevo (The Renewal Bible Church). It’s small but growing. It’s maybe 15 minutes from our house, and we usually meet together between about 11am and 1-1:30pm on Sunday. Maybe I’ll write a little more about it another time.
If you look closely at some of the pictures, you can see our family. For example, we’re all in picture #4 – an excellent shot of our backs. 😉
For photos of the Harer’s Sunday morning, see Sunday Morning Visit – A Photo Journal. Thanks, Ken!
This afternoon, out of the blue, I heard Hannah teaching Nathanael from an activity book. Unfortunately, the audio was really bad on the clip, so I´m only posting the last little bit, where the audio is a little better. I'm not sure why it turned out so poorly.
Anyway, this is at our kitchen table here in Cuernavaca.
The other night we went down the street to the local convenience store (OXXO) to get some milk. Nathanael and I went, so that we could have some man-talk time.
Nathanael, as is his custom, walked around the store touching everything that he could get away with touching and speculating on whether or not we needed those chips or that granola bar or this … oops! Don’t touch THAT!
I went to the counter to pay. Convenience store counters in your area are probably much like this one. Placed within easy grab on the front of the counter are chocolate bars, gum, and other types of candy. Nathanael was convinced he needed a package of candy, and so he took it out and told me all about it and placed in on the counter.
As is my custom, I let him know that indeed he did not need the candy. So I taught him how to say “no necesito” – I don’t need (this). So he started saying,”No necesito” while he took out the candy. And placed it on the counter.
No, he didn’t get the candy. (After all, he quite rightly insisted that he “didn’t need it”!)
That night we were eating a delicious turkey casserole. And deviled eggs. He didn’t want his egg, and he smushed it on the table. We told him that he needs to keep food he doesn’t want on his plate, not on the table. He didn’t get the point, telling us that he was done. Then he pushed the egg onto his plate, crying,”¡No necesito!”
I guess he understood more than I thought…
(This is a good thing, right?!)