tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57336323977439511072024-03-19T16:56:22.824-06:00Beautiful are the FeetKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01305685078260864170noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733632397743951107.post-3034573525142365432011-12-14T08:13:00.001-06:002011-12-14T08:19:53.111-06:00Eventually you have to go Home Well I was planning on typing this up before I left, but time got away from me, and I enjoyed spending the extra moments with my kids. But a wonderful surprise came to me this morning when I checked in with the Airline. My first flight is executive class, so there is fast wifi internet in the VIP lounge I am currently sitting in on a very comfy leather seat, next to the free outlet I am also charging my laptop with so in Miami (where they aren't available) I can watch a movie on my computer. Very nice morning considering I got up super early cause Kevin had a 710 flight so we left at 5 this morning. Anyways, I am currently traveling. I leave Lima at 1020 this morning, get to Miami about 3, then head to Dallas at 630, and head to Austin at 930. And I should be with my family around 11 tonight, with no delays.<br />
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Enough about traveling, because it is boring and long. My last week in Peru was long but not boring. I am very tired currently, which makes me doubly thankful for my surprise blessing. In my last week I had so many things to do. I of course had the last 3 days of school to plan and be ready for, had to gather the last of the kid's projects to hand out, fill out report cards, sign a zillion diplomas and awards, pack up all the school stuff and store it in my bedroom, pack up all the kitchen and store it in my bedroom, pack up my own things- making decisions what to bring and what to take, and finish my goodbye presents for the kids. </div>
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Friday was a crazy day. I woke up early and had to get my last jump on packing everything away. I was very thankful that Kevin agreed to come help me pack things away, he is pretty awesome. Friday there was also Olinda, a friend from Pacasmayo, that was cooking the chicken and stuff for our promocion dinner (which I wasn't aware of so I couldn't pack up the kitchen till Sunday night). But it is ok because it got done. Friday afternoon was out promocion for the kids, which is a black tie affair who knew. All the girls but one had brand new dresses, nice dresses like they were going to a preschool prom, and the boys all wore ties. Everyone also had new shoes, all a few sizes too big of course so they can wear them for a few more years. </div>
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The promocion was really nice and all the kids enjoyed it, they are a little wild and their parents don't control them very well, but it was a successful event. </div>
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Saturday was Jacky's Quinceanera. Her 15th birthday isn't until the 26th or 27th of the month but they wanted to do it before Kevin and I left (but now Kevin is staying till the 29th so I guess it was just me) The whole day was prepping, there was decorating, cooking, dress trying on, and I was baking! Cake for 38 plus the 18 kids who were in the houses (it was a big kid event only). It is a lot of cupcakes. But it was fun, I had some good helpers. </div>
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The party was really nice too. Everything looked good, all the girls got dressed up which they love, and we did their hair. I think I did about 6 or 8 girls hair, almost forgot about my own! They all looked beautiful. </div>
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At the end of the party Jacky was left with her basket of gifts, that needed to be opened so we opened them of course! She got 3 wallets, which was interesting. I guess when you turn 15 you are supposed to come into a lot of money and need a lot of wallets. But none of the wallets held any money inside. She also got some other fun gifts. Avis and Bruce bought her a beautiful silver necklace with a key on it. And Wendy gave her a random bag of beauty supplies which is what every teenage girls wants so she was excited. There were also the other random Peruvian gifts, because they just aren't very good giftgivers, I don't really get it. </div>
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Saturday night turned into Sunday morning pretty quick after that and I put the girls to bed, but Jacky and Mary were upset because I was leaving and so we stayed up in Jacky's bed a bit, dragged baby and his mattress in and all three shared her twin bunk- good night. </div>
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Sunday of course was really tough for me. There were lots of tears from everyone, even some of the boys. Joel was in his bed holding his owl for a good while. And I left Jacky crying on her bed when I left. Gladys, the goof, got to the orphanage after I had already left and so she called me when we were on the bus- that is what happens when it is your crazy Peruvian mother, just not so punctual. </div>
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Sunday night Kevin and I quickly did all the last minute things like defrosting the freezer for Maura, and cleaning the kitchen. And Monday morning we made our flight no problems and got to Miraflores for our 2 day break. Monday we mostly rested, for dinner he took me out fancy- it was delicious!, Tuesday we had to do some paperwork with our residency cards, then did some last minute shopping in the inka market, and I finally got to paraglide! It was good. And now I am awaiting my flight, as previously stated. </div>
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So I guess this is my sign off, thanks again everyone who supported me, whether it was monetarily, through prayers, through emails, Skype calls, by reading my blog, or by remembering to think of me every once in a while. I appreciate it all. My time in Peru was an experience I will never forget. The children here will always be in my heart, and I will continue to pray and send them things. . Thanks for everything, I love you all and see you soon in the states!!!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Giving out attendance awards at the Clausura.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The mayor of El Milagro, our town, was our Padrino (Godfather) for our Promocion. He asked Auden what he could bring and he said the cake, then he asked how many students there are and so he brought a 8" round double layer cake for each family and us. It was pretty nice.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Of course I got to take my picture with all of the kids. They all dress up pretty fancy for the occasion. This is me and Beatriz one of my 4 year olds from the year.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me and Angela, one of my other 4 year olds. She is super quiet and sweet and very intelligent. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All the kind in their dresses and suits, of course this was taken after they ate so Antonio (second from right) has a Purple mustache from the juice. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Marely and the owl I made her. I made each of the my students and the kids form the orphanage an owl as my goodbye present. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Paolo helping me and Mary, Jacky's sister, make the cake for the Quinceanera. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All the younger kids who didn't come to the party but still got to eat cake and sandwiches. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is the cake we made. A small cake for Jacky, and then cupcakes for everyone else, it was a lot of baking. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me and my little sisters, who will soon actually be Kevin's little sisters. We spent a lot of time ready but waiting because the guests don't show up in a timely fashion and Jacky couldn't enter until last. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is Kevin and Jacky. Jacky of course in her dress, and Kevin in the optional change skirt. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Avis (the founder) and Bruce (our resident Canadian), the Padrinos, godparents, for the event (on the left) Jacky and Gina (the director) and the one of the guys who came and did the music and games. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Boys team for one game, they kind of schooled the girls.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The girls, they lost but they look better than the boys.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me Jacky and Kevin (with his mouth open telling Jim how to use the camera- it is the only one though...)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It is tradition that you are supposed to take a bite right out of your cake. She took a very dainty bite out of that cake. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jacky and Jonas (another volunteer), he got her a stuffed pig, because his nickname from the kids is Chancho- which is pig. She loved it. I loved it because it has a jingle bell for a brain. So it just rattles. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Finally getting to go paragliding</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">about to take off.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kevin's turn. This was the first attempt but something got tangled so they took it down and tried again. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They made it off though</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was his quick turn, everyone behind and beside me thought they were landing. But Kevin's pilot asked him if he was ready to have fun and then whipped him around in a super fast turn that threw everyone off. </td></tr>
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<br /></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01305685078260864170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733632397743951107.post-56616384442447677372011-12-04T21:20:00.001-06:002011-12-05T12:42:01.042-06:00The beginning of the end<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I bought a teepee!!! It was on super clearance, and the kids love it. I added it to the reading station and put the music stuff in there. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Impromptu band after school waiting for moms to come. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of our projects we finished in school. The kids loves them, of course everything they love is a little annoying so they were sent home. :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More music, except I made them. hot glued some plastic plates together, after I drilled some holes. then tied on some bottle caps I smashed, they are wonderful. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Auden and Wendy bought themselves a new mattress, KING sized so there will be room for the kids to crawl in with them in the mornings. However, they had some car trouble and had to spend the night at my house on the way home with it. Which gave me the opportunity of lifting a King sized mattress on the top of a car- cross that off the list? Haha, but better I got to see how ridiculous they look with the giant mattress atop their little car, for a 2 hour drive north on the Pan American. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">While preparing for Thanksgiving, Paolo of course wanted to help me. So I threw a little flour out for him to play with and he had a blast, and had flour in his diaper. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Keili got Auden to build her a new swing, but she requested some safety features of her own design. Paolo tried it out when we were their for Thanksgiving but it wasn't so safe, because he had to hold onto the pole and use all his little stomach muscles to hold himself forward but could sit up straight cause of the safety pole. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Resting outside in the bright and warm sun after a wonderful Thanksgiving meal with my American/Mexican Peruvian family. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I wanted to make the kids some stilts so when canned peaches were on sale we made peach cobbler, and got stilts! The kids loved them, and fought over them for a whole day and a half until some of the bigger kids used them and they got too dented to be safe to walk on anymore. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Everyday in school the kids get some delicious gummy vitamins., that were brought down by a church from Lubbock in June. I opened our very last bottle last week and I found this. About 30 gummies had become one giant gummy that all the children wanted as their own. I thought it was kind of funny, this was the only set of gummies that had this happen out of about 13 bottles. I was able to distinguish and separate out the gummies well enough so it wasn't a loss. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It is Christmas time and everyone loves Christmas! We painted some Christmas trees in class using potato stamps. Three different sized triangles and a star for the top. Most of the kids put the triangles in the correct order, a few of them however may topple over if they were indeed real trees. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kevin, Paolo, and I were playing in the Psychologist's Room this past Sunday, even though we probably weren't supposed to be in there. It used to be unlocked for the kids to play, but then the little kids never cleaned up, so it was locked. But Paolo always cleans up for the most part, and he needs a place where he can play and touch everything without being told no. Life is getting a little more frustrating for him since he can reach most things, and get everywhere by himself, and he wants to figure out what things are by touching them, but he really shouldn't. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is one of our favorite toys. I of course get the microphone second hand after he yells in it, and his snot and drool get stuck on it he then presses it up against my mouth for a turn, glad I have a superior immune system.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Paolo and me playing one of our favorite games of Can you Build a Tower Faster than Baby can Destroy It?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Going back to everyone loves Christmas, the girls at Casa de Paz love Christmas! And making decorations for the house. Last week we made these lanterns with whatever Christmas picture they wanted on it. They even painted them during the week. When I walked in on Friday I found them all in a semi circle bordering the Christmas Tree Skirt.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here is Greisy cutting out he ornament for the tree. We shaved all my crummy crayons from school down, and them melted them between wax paper and hung them up on the tree. They loved it. They are definitely crafty girls, or they are when I bring projects they sat there working for a few hours. I didn't take too many pictures cause it was pretty involved using the iron and helping the girls. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And then I forgot to take pictures of theirs but this is mine that I made and put on the tree when I was telling them how to do it. They made all sorts of them, stockings, trees, boots, flowers, stars, bells, butterflies, and some I don't remember.<br /><br /></td></tr>
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Well if you all remember, I am coming home now in less that ten days. My flight leaves Lima the 14th of January at like 10 in the morning. I get into Miami 6 hours later, then have a couple hours in layover time, I got to Dallas, wait another hour, then I get to Austin at about 10-10:30 the same night. </div>
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However, it feels like such a long time still before I leave. I have now 2 days left of school, which I am excited about it being over, I am tired and ready for "summer break" (which will hopefully only last until the 1st week of January providing and praying that I get hired at a school for the spring semester). So Wednesday is the last day of school. I have already gathered all of the school things that are my own and that I want to keep, and so we will be using all the things I am leaving for the next 2 days. Thursday is the Clausura, which is when I give them their grades, and we are also handing out some attendance awards. Wendy and I don't really understand why this is an important day for preschool, but apparently it is so we are having one. Friday at 3 we have the promotion for the 3 maybe 4 of our 5 year olds that will be going to first grade in March/April. </div>
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Promotions are also a big to do. We are very blessed to have been provided a place to hold it since our current school is little and won't fit everyone and their families. A man is letting us us his space that is on the main plaza, and even his tables and chairs, we just have to give him S/20 for electricity. Pretty cool. The promotion will be at 3 with a meal and hopefully be over and cleaned up around 5, then we will hop in the car back to Pacasmayo/Jequetepeque, and even more craziness will be going on. </div>
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I hadn't been planning on going to the Mayorista (the largest Market in Trujillo) again before I left. However, Gina, the director of the orphanage, decided to do Jacky's Quincenaera on the 10th so Kevin and I would be able to be there for her (now just me cause Kevin has extended his stay until the 29th of Dec). Gina also asked me if I would help put it together. Which I don't know if people know this about me but I actually really enjoy planning for weddings and other big events and such, so I don't mind, and it is for my "little sister" so I am even more willing. Everything is cheaper in Trujillo at the Mayorista so , I am in charge of the buying of balloons, disposable plates, forks, cups, ribbon, and maybe some other things hope I didn't loose that list. I also volunteered to make the cake (otherwise it could be not so great, and I love making cakes for people especially the kids), I am going to borrow some tiers from the party store, and make some tiers out of cupcakes, then do a 2 layered 8" round cake for the top tier. Pray it all turns out and their is no running out of time for anything!</div>
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I am probably not going to be able to make the cakes until Saturday, but her party isn't until 7 so we should be good. I am able to bake 30 cupcakes at a time in their oven using their big pan and my silicone muffin cups. It will be enough cake for 38 guests and the other 20 kids at the orphanage who aren't coming (she only wants the big kids there, which is understandable).</div>
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I also got to go dress shopping with Jacky and Gina this past Saturday. Jacky didn't understand how complicated and time intensive it can be to find <i>the</i> dress, so I had to educate her. We found her dress at the last store we went to. It is beautiful, and she of course is beautiful in it. I will post a picture after, because we don't want anyone to see her dress before hand. </div>
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After the Quinceanera I will have one more day at the orphanage to say farewell to all the kids. It is going to be really tough for me. The last three weeks have been really tough for me already, so keep me in your prayers on the 11th. After many hugs, kisses, and inevitable tears Kevin and I will hop on a bus to my house in Trujillo, an get up early to catch a flight to Lima Monday morning. The plan is to relax, close out my resident card, meet up with Gaby, and go paragliding off the coast (since the weather was a no go when my dad was here). Then Wednesday morning it is up early and to the airport one last time. </div>
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<i> </i>My students do not yet read, but they do their darn best at it. Most of their reading still comes from looking at the pictures, and because they have memorized certain stories that we have read a lot. Their favorite book is <i>Pato en Bicicleta </i>by David Shannon. It is the Spanish version from a well known American author. At one point I even had the book memorized and still do, because we read it for a whole week working on sequence of events! </div>
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All of the kids really enjoy farm animals. When we were learning about plants, I showed them a part of the Baby Einstein Old MacDonald video, that introduced some vocabulary (in Spanish of course) and had lots of god video of things growing and fields being tended to. They convinced me a few days later to let them watch the whole video, and I gave in. But they really enjoyed it even though it is geared to a much younger audience. As far as being a teacher I actually liked the video in my class. It introduced a lot of vocabulary, it had segments on farm animals, planting, products of the farm, celebrating the harvest, and it had 2 songs in it that the kids begged to learn and continue to ask to sing every morning. </div>
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One of my favorite things that I picked up from my amazing cooperating teacher during my practicum and student teaching (I requested to work with her for the second after I learned so much the first), was creating books for everything. In special education and even preschool, especially if you don't have a library to utilize it is hard to find books to use that will be on the level of your students learning and be directed at what you want to teach. So this year I have taken that skill and made lots of books for the kids. </div>
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I have made an alphabet book, a vowels book, a Garden counting book, a book about seeds, and many more. One of the books the kids take most pride in of course is one that they illustrated. From the Baby Einstein video I decided we could make an Old MacDonald book (Except the song was En la Granja de mi tia- which is In the farm of my aunt, it rhymed). So now they have another book that they know all the words too as they turn each page!</div>
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So again not being allowed to watch movies or TV at all, I brought a bag full of projects to the orphanage this past weekend. I sometimes feel like Mary Poppins, I only wish my bag were as cool and lightweight as hers was. I of course brought with me a bag full of nail polishes that I had gotten at the Mayorista- you buy everything by the dozen or by kilo and it is ridiculously cheap. They of course called dibs on the color they wanted immediately and started creating art on their nails. There were flowers, polk a dots, colorful french tips, and bright multi-colored finger nails all around the house. The funny thing about them is by the next day they scratch it off and do it again.</div>
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I also finally was able to find dice, and of course now I have 100 of them cause you had to buy the bag, o well they are really useful. Kevin and I learned a fun game at a friends birthday party a while back, and knew the kids would love it, but have been unable to track down any dice. Since I now had plenty I brought some home to teach the kids. They loved it! Here are some quick instructions if you are interested it is surprisingly really fun. It is called Mennonite Madness. There is one die, one pen and everyone has a small sheet of paper. the goal is to write all the numbers from 1-100 on your paper. To be able to do that you have to roll a six. Being only one pen you end up quickly grabbing it from someone as they are writing, and quickly try to write as many numbers as you can before the next six is rolled. The girls played for like an hour. And the big sisters were helping their younger sisters write, but letting them roll- such sweethearts. </div>
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My big project however was to make bulletin boards for their rooms and one for the main room in each house. Kevin cut the boards for us then some of the girls impressed me with their sanding abilities, and then the creativeness began. They didn't quite understand what I was telling them they could do with all the supplies I brought. So I helped the little girls make theirs first, and then the rest copied the general idea but made it their own. Unfortunately they are not hanging on their walls yet, because I forgot to get fixtures to put them on the wall, brilliant I know, so next week they can use them. And next week I will also remember the push pins, so we can make pretty clay flowers and such to decorate those with!</div>
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This weekend my plans were to spend one night at the orphanage and one with the Lujans since I hadn't been able to spend much time with them lately. But the anniversary of the kids school began Sunday, and it is a big to do here, which meant parades and parties at church, and not enough adults to take them everywhere and do everything and watch the baby. So he got to come on a sleepover with me! He loved it. He got to play with his friends, Keili and Josiah, even got to take a bath with them in a real bathtub which he loved. They watched his videos with him in the morning, he loved sharing that. When Josiah woke up I went and grabbed him to join us and he sat on my lap, then Paolo crawled into my lap and put his hand on Josiah's shoulder. So cute, just watching farm animals with his buddy. They played all day. Keili, me and Paolo went to the park and he was able to do all the slides by himself, because someone must have put something on them cause you can't 'slide' anymore, it was all scooting. After lunch we pulled out the big tub and Keili and Paolo swam, it was his first time "swimming" and not just taking a bath, even though it is basically the same to him but it was outside and there was no soap. Josiah didn't swim with them, he is more reserved than the other two who love to splash and scream.<div>
After Paolo told me he was finished I took him out, dried him off, and put him back in his clothes. It was getting close to leaving time so I starting packing our stuff. He went out to the living room where Wendy and Josiah were. However, the door was unlocked so he just walked right out. On certain days in Jequetepeque water comes through the irrigation ditches and it basically floods their yard. I went finished packing realized baby was no longer in the house and I found him in the middle of a mud puddle regretting his decision and asking for help. Of course he sat down first so his clothes were all muddy and his shoes were suctioned in and couldn't get out himself, so I had to go in after him- it always seems to work that way.</div>
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A few weeks ago in school we made monster paintings! Each kid got three blobs of watered down tempera on the paper and then blew through a straw to create their monster, then we added eyes.</div>
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<br />Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01305685078260864170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733632397743951107.post-40347367631134179052011-11-14T13:56:00.001-06:002011-11-14T15:37:07.063-06:00To many things to post about.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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We did some fun stuff in school last week in our centers. I have some pictures for you. Recently most of our craft projects have been music makers, because our classroom collection is lacking and it is no fun if only the teacher gets to make one!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Playing the Apple Game. Role the dice and read then number and then put that many apples (beads) on the tree. Get rid of yours first and you win!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kazoos!!! Kevin told me he would hunt down the person who sent one of these home with his kids, cause yea they are kind of annoying but way fun. Toilet paper roll, wax paper, and a rubber band.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some early arrivals helping me prep our tin cans for projects. My part of the prep way worse, old evaporated milk at the bottom of a can after opening to wash it- disgusting. </td></tr>
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During my afternoons I make a lot of messes in my house creating things for school, of getting stuff together and coming up with ideas to take home to do with the kids at the orphanage. Last week I collected some rocks from Auden's worksite and I painted them to look like dominoes. Kevin told me they were flawed because they don't sit on the table on their sides like real dominoes. But kids like hoarding things in their laps anyways, so I didn't see it to be that big of a problem. And it cost nothing. </div>
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Speaking of things costing nothing, I have recently been telling people to save all sorts of things from milk cartons, to eggs shells, and they all look at me like I am crazy but it is fun for the children! Last week I asked the moms if they could bring to school their used milk cans. They all looked at me like I was crazy and asked why I just told them it was for a project. We are going to make little drums (more music) and we are going to make the tin can luminaries- pictures to come when the projects are complete of course.</div>
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<i>This is the Wall Auden Built</i></div>
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I may have mentioned previously that Auden and Wendy had purchased a small piece of land about 3 blocks down from where we are currently renting. Recently they have begun to build. Auden did all the digging to prep the land to pour the concrete by himself with the help of one worker. Then he was able to hire Maura's son Henry to pour the columns and the floor thanks to a donation. After that he was able to purchase the materials to begin building the walls, but doesn't have extra money to hire help yet- it is a future plan for sure when the rest of the money comes in. However, for now he is stacking his bricks by himself. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The bulding. It will have two classrooms. Auden working on the left one in the middle a hall, the right another class. Behind that a bathroom, girls and boys. Then in the back an apartment for a teacher and one for Auden and his family. They will also be able to build a second floor, and to the left they will build a sanctuary. </td></tr>
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Last Monday I had some time in the afternoon and didn't have anything pressing to do for school, so I walked down to help if I could if not just to take a picture proving that he is actually building his wall and not anyone else. </div>
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At first he had me filling in the gaps between the blocks with cement but it was getting in the way of his level string, so then I filled the holes in the cinder blocks on the bottom of a wall so he could begin building up.</div>
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I didn't do much work, but I tried. Then I wheelbarrowed some cinder blocks from the pile to his wall, with the help of 2 of our moms. They had seen us on the way to the school because it was their week to clean, so we moved a good load of blocks to him then I had to go and unlock the school for them, etc. </div>
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He is actually out working today again, but I am sitting here while a mom cleans the school, and trying to rest I am super pooped from the weekend, and kind of have a little head cold I want to annihilate. </div>
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Kevin created a behavior chart for the boys house at the orphanage a while back, you do not want points. At the end of the week the chart decides who gets to watch TV and play video games, and who gets the reward of chips and a soda. At the end of 5 weeks if they have less than 9 points, I believe, for the whole time period then Kevin treats them to chicken at the polleria. I always get to go, and he lets me bring baby too. Baby love chicken and fries.</div>
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Recently we went just us to get chicken cause dinner was kind of skimpy, and baby got to tag along, and we took him to the 3rd floor for the first time. the 3rd floor has a playscape ball pit included. So I went in with baby and he warmed up to it but wasn't good on his own yet. Then I took all the kids who did excellent on their report cards and baby came again to get chicken and play. And he loved playing with the girls in the pit but again had to be with someone. This past weekend it was time to take the boys again and baby was in there throwing balls at them, and laying on his back wildly kicking his feet and swinging his arms giggling. </div>
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And now if you take baby to get chicken and stop at the second floor, he walks over to the stairs going up, looks for approval, and says yeah?</div>
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I mentioned that I took the kids who did excellent to the polleria for dinner, but didn't mention that most didn't do so excellent, resulting in a ban of the television for the entire month of November- for all of them even if they did well. So, I have been trying to think of more things we can do at the house on the weekends that doesn't involve the tv.</div>
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The girls like making Friday a dance night, so they taught the the hora loca dance that is played at any party you go to in Peru. In turn I taught them the Cupid Shuffle, they liked it. They also ask me to do exercises with them, so I just throw some yoga, lunges, arm circles, and calf rises together and they are whining at me in pain.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They have also been painting their nails, but they don't stay painted that long. They scratch them right off then do something else the next day.</td></tr>
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Saturday, however, is more difficult to entertain them. It is so long, especially when the Pastors are at a conference and there is no bible school for the children in the afternoons. So this week the plan was to use the rest of my soil and seeds from school and we could color eggshells to be faces and plant the seed in them, because they had had scrambled eggs one morning and Kevin had them save the eggshells. (However, he then left and forgot to tell Juana and she compulsively cleans so the boys house shells were gone, and the girls didn't tell Arlita who also compulsively cleans so she threw their out too- they had even rinsed them and everything!) So, only a few girls got to plant some seeds when like 6 eggs were used in the kitchen (and I forgot to take a picture- their faces were cute).</div>
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Since I had been using a lot of recycled things in school for our projects, I remembered back to my childhood and the days of Skip-it's. So I brought the necessary supplies to make one like my mom me when I was 11. The girls thought I was crazy the whole time I was putting them together, when I took them outside to show them what to do with it they asked if I was ok. After I showed them how awesome I still am at Skip-it they were pretty impressed and wanted to try it. Some of them were naturals, others smack their feet a few times with the can.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Betsi mastering the Skip-it. A taped lid, some rope, and a tuna can.</td></tr>
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I also took my curling iron because girls love to do each other's hair, and they all requested that I bring it again next weekend so I will. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mary after I curled her hair. She laughed the whole time cause she has never had curls, but she loves it and wants curls everyday.</td></tr>
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I thought it would be a fun idea to make cookies with cookie cutter I had bought for school since that is a processed task and could take up a Saturday making gingerbread cookies for 30 kids. However the oven was in use all morning for Maribel's baby shower as were the pans I needed, and I had to make my ginger and cloves into powder myself, so we did it Sunday instead. Which meant it was more rushed, but it was still fun!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Merly, Greisi and Sibila helping me cut out cookies.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jacky showing the little boys how to cut out cookies.</td></tr>
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In America, the first thing that gets put into a plot of land being readied for development it the water lines, and anything else they want to put under the ground. Then they build houses and such after. In Peru it seems to have been quite the opposite. Since most areas come to be because people just squat on the land first and then it slowly develops, the part of Pacasmayo the orphanage is in is just now getting sewage and water. Which is really good for them, it will better the standard of living for sure. </div>
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It would have been nice, however to have a little warning of what was happening. 2 weeks ago the started digging wells at the intersecting street corners, a little inconvenient for traveling in a vehicle. Last Tuesday Kevin comes to visit me in Trujillo and when he goes back Wednesday there are fifteen foot ditches on 3 of the 4 sides of the open space in front of the orphanage. One of which being 10 in front of the door and main gate to the orphanage. Directly blocking any vehicle from going in or out. </div>
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Unfortunately no one at Casa de Paz was forewarned of this event, and so the Combi (the van) is stuck inside until said ditches are filled. It could have been moved into the church if they had been told ahead of time, and would still have use of the van for emergencies or to take the kids to the beach like they asked this weekend, but it is Peru. So it is also grounded?</div>
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One of the ditches was filled on Saturday so here is hoping the rest are filled quickly too!</div>
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This is baby playing his first video game on the computer. It is on fisherprice.com , all he has to do is press any key and something pops up at him. He loves it and asks for it every morning I am here. He also knows more keyed commands on my computer than I do! Haha.<br />
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Kevin and Paolo throwing some rocks at the beach, being boys. Fun day.</div>
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This is for Wendy some of Josiah's first little running steps to mom. This was at our garden trip, he may be walking this week!</div>
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This is a video of Saul. He is one of the younger brothers that came on our field trip, and all he wanted was to catch a pigeon. He wasn't successful but has an adorable laugh!</div>
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This past Monday when I was off from school chilling out in Pacasmayo, Kevin and I went took Paolo to the market to do some shopping. After the market we were super hungry and bought some bananas and went to the beach to throw some rocks. Paolo is not so talented at walking on the rocks but he loves it. you have to be careful though because he always tries to pick up the biggest and throws it right next to your knee or leg or ankle, yes it hurts. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Picking up the big rocks, of course.</td></tr>
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<i>Remember these?</i></div>
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Every memory of my own preschool experiences, and church nursery school includes a set of those cardboard, brightly colored, brick blocks. If you need help remembering here is what they look like. </div>
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Well a few weeks ago I realized that the milk boxes here are basically that exact same size and shape. So I started saving my milk boxes, and had Wendy do the same. I wish I had thought of this sooner because we could have close to a hundred fun boxes to play with and could build a giant fort for ourselves. Because over a period of 3 weeks I have 26 colorfully wrapped blocks not even counting Wendy's 7 or so from this week. So if we had been saving since March in preparing for school with the amount of milk we drink, we could make a city of milk boxes. ( I drink between 3-5 liters of milk a week, Wendy has 2 kids and almost go through a liter a day, if we have juice on hand that is even more boxes!-each box is a liter)<br />
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Wendy will be well prepared with blocks for next year. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our stack of blocks, it even grew by 14, 2 days after I took it when I got Wendy's boxes!</td></tr>
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<i>Baby gets new clothes</i></div>
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Babies grow pretty frequently and quickly as everyone knows, which means they need lots of clothes. The orphanage has a whole storage area full of clothes for all sizes of kids boys and girls. For good reason it is under lock and key, and only a few people have this key. However, the problem is that the people who have this key are never there when I am, and no one else seems to have the motivation to go search for clothes like I do. So the poor baby has been squeezing his head into too small shirts for a while. And Friday night when the poor guy couldn't stand up in his footy pajamas cause they were too tight, I knew this weekend it had to be done. But I didn't get to it till Tuesday cause Gina wasn't there all weekend and she has the key. So Wednesday morning I receive an email from Kevin with a picture of baby in some of his new clothes.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Soccer Jersey and shorts with tall socks to accompany one of his favorite words- Goal!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And his little pumpkin Kevin and I picked up for him because he loved the pumpkins the kids carved so much, this is the one he can play with, Monday and Tuesday I just kept putting his snacks in there, he loved it. </td></tr>
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<i>Paseo (Field Trip) to the Botanical Gardens</i></div>
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One day when I was heading home from the mall I felt like walking a little before hoping on a bus. Since I was walking I noticed more things than, and I came across the Botanical Gardens. So, that week I took Keili on an exploratory trip cause it is free (!) and we wanted to see if it would be a fun trip for the kids (Keili, age 3, my test subject). At the end of the trip Keili informed me it was a good idea to bring the kids. About a week ago we finished our unit in school about plants, and we finally were able to go on our field trip to the botanical gardens in Trujillo. </div>
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It turned out to be a really great trip, all the kids absolutely loved it! Upon entering we were even taken around part of the gardens by someone who worked there. She taught us about all the animals there, and some of the plants. The kids payed attention pretty well for the most part. At one point they were distracted and she asked if the rabbits were covered in feathers and some of the kids said yes! She sure got them, haha. After our tour we sat in the grass, ate some snacks and the kids chased pigeons!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Taking a peak at the map while awaiting our guide. They have a section for all the regions in Peru, the coast, the jungle, and the mountains</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Turtles! By far one of the kids favorite thing at the garden. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Then we saw the aquatic turtles, there was a big one, a little one, and a middle sized one.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Peacock, or the royal turkey as it is called in spanish. He thinks he is all that. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking at the birds from the jungle, he even flipped upside down for us.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me and my "nephew", Josiah. Who may be walking this week, he took some pretty good quick strides solo this day while hanging in the grass.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Segundo, Neiver, and Richard taking their picture with the turtles somewhere behind them. I love their faces.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chasing the pigeon. I thought I had taken a cute video of this, but turns out it was only like 10 secs long and 5 of it was the ground, good job Samantha. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was one of the beans that we started in baggies, with a cotton ball soaking in H2O ad taped to my door. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some art we did with beans (seeds) when we did our plant studying. Good thing about Peru there are lots and lots of different beans to go with your rice- or glue on paper. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First they drew a design with a pencil then wendy and I squirted some glue along their drawing and they filled in the beans. this is Keili's- age 3. We helped with the drawing.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Two of my students playing at the park. The swing has broken many a time so it is now really tall they need help from a local rock, and they like to swing 2 at a time.</td></tr>
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Unfortunately I have no pictures to show you of our plant project. I had taken pictures from the beginning of our experiments and to the results, however an unfortunate incident occurred at my home and my camera was swiped. So I don't have those pictures, and then when Kevin loaned me his small one I forgot to take pictures of our now growing flowers.</div>
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But I can tell you about them anyways. I wanted to do the lima bean in a bag project with the kids as we started our plant unit. But I could never find lima beans, so instead I found one larger but similar. I decided to do a test before I did it with the kids just to see if it would work. So I put two beans in their own baggies with a cotton ball soaked in water, and taped them to my bedroom window. Unfortunately all it yielded was one molding bean and a strange smelling bean.</div>
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I decided to give it a go anyways with the kids, but changed the location of the taping. I instead put it outside on the bathroom door, because I thought that my window just didn't receive enough sunlight and the door would. And if nothing happened well that is a lesson in science and experiment doesn't always bring positive results or the outcome you hypothesized. </div>
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But within a week we had roots coming out of our beans. Not all of them, there were a few duds. And soon after the roots with a little extra water and of course more sunlight, the kids were delighted and amazed to see their big beans in a bag growing roots and stems with leaves. </div>
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They also really enjoyed putting their beans in dirt, and taking them home. I do not know if they are still alive or not but there is one still at my house that is growing magnificently. </div>
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We also plant some flowers from seeds directly into little cups with soil. Those I can eventually put up pictures when I remember to take more and have Kevin's cord to put them on my computer. But we are growing Marigolds and Portaluca (think that is how it was spelled don't remember). The kids had no idea what soil was and were kind of amazed looking at it and smelling it. It is different than the dirt we live in which is a fine silt/sand. But the kids really loved learning about plants. We have finished with the unit but are getting to finally take our trip to the botanical garden this Thursday- I will post, Keili and I are excited because there are Tortoises! </div>
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So I have finally accumulated enough things- now that school is almost out of course- to set up my classroom how I really want it, IN CENTERS! Centers are wonderful, and in Pre School or Kindergarten they work really well and way better than normal class instruction.<br />
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The kids were all thrown off on Monday of course, when they walked into class and began walking to the box where they normally put their backpacks, to find it wasn't actually there. Instead they found a carpet rectangle and a box of books in its place. They looked so confused, I tried to redirect them as they came running into school, but a few slipped by and came up to me so lost.<br />
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But after we made it through our morning routine they, I explained the centers, and they loved them. Friday when I told them that the next week we would have new things at the centers they got even more excited. So, here is for a good close to the school year working on our fine motor skills, exploring books, discovering math, beginning a desire for literacy, and working on socialization skills- cause that is what Pre School is all about!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They love books! They are ever looking at two of them I have made (the 2 on the left) , a skill I picked up from Jamie Young in my Practicum. </td></tr>
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(Side kind of funny annoying story. I moved the big shelf/future home of cubbies across the room, all the tables and chairs, and the heavy wooden chairs to create our new floor plan Sunday night by myself. Monday great day, Tuesday great day loving the centers, Tuesday afternoon the moms come to clean asked if they could move stuff around to get it cleaned well, I said of course. When I came out of my room as they were leaving it was all back in the original floor plan. So Wednesday morning I had to move it all again.)<br />
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I have mentioned several times my friends Wendy and Auden, they are the people I am teaching for. They are currently building on their property with plans to be in their own building next school year. Auden has been coming to Trujillo a lot by himself to work and Wendy at the kids end up staying in Jequetepeque a lot. Every once in a while when only Auden in coming he will bring a long his daughter. I used to be Nana Sam when Josiah was newborn, but now I am Aunt Sam. So Keili gets to have a bunch of hang out days with Aunt Sam in Trujillo.</div>
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This week I have to say were some of our best hang out days. She came because I had a pumpkin for us to carve. They got in just in time that she got to go to school with the kids- which she loves- and then after when we were waiting for Carmen's mom to come we went ahead and started carving the pumpkin. I think it was her first pumpkin to carve, she thought it was great!. She being three meant I did most of the carving, but she helped scoop out the insides, and squealed with excitement after every piece came out and reminded me not to miss the next whisker.<br />
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Then since we finished our pumpkin before lunch (and that was what I had planned for the afternoon) I decided we should go see a movie (cause it is cheap). So we went to see her first movie in theaters! Top Cat and His Gang, my first movie in theaters was 101 Dalmatians, haha. We made it just in time as we walked in the lights were dimming for the trailers to start. We got the whole theater to ourselves and only paid for one ticket- even though Keili should have had one the lady just said the one and assumed she was under 3? Fine with me we had popcorn money!<br />
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She loved the movie, talked through the whole thing commenting on the story and the characters, and when it was done said "another one Sam," like when we are at the house and we can put in another dvd or replay it, she is cute.<br />
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Then we played with the toys in some stores and had PIzza Hut, she slept the entire way home and through the meeting at the house she was so worn out. </div>
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The other week Kevin and I ran across real pumpkins in one of the grocery stores in Trujillo. Wendy and I have used a different gourd/squash thing as a substitute for pumpkin in baking cause the orange pumpkins aren't native to Peru- they grow great but not found really. But being in Trujillo means even more Americanized and they had Halloween stuff out, and there were pumpkins! I was super excited!</div>
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Kevin decided we should have a carving contest with the girls and boys at the orphanage. So this week he bought 4, 2 for each house. Rules: Sam and Kevin could carve/help with one, and the second the kids had to do all on their own. Bruce, our resident Canadian would be the judge to see who was the winner of 2 big bottles of coke. It was on.<br />
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As far as competitive goes, these kids are champs. The girls and I decided on our designs and went to work. I showed the girls how the best way was to carve, and the technique for getting your details without making a wrong slice. On "my" pumpkin I only carved the eye then the rest was practice for the girls, and some opportunity for the littler ones to give it a try (w/o risking the one for the competition).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The non-carvers Azucena, Sibila, and Merly playing some dominoes. They love dominoes, thanks mom. </td></tr>
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I was a little worried the Mickey was going to be too complicated but they were kind of awesome. Three girls did the carving for Mickey and I have to say he turned out great!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The left the girls did themselves. The one on the right I carved the eye and about 6 of the girls jointly carved the mouth.</td></tr>
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We were not declared the winners though, Bruce liked the boys pumpkin better because it was more traditional. O well, Kevin gave the girls a bottle anyways cause he is a sucker and thought theirs was better. So then I heard all day about why everyone got some and was asked who won over and over again, kids are silly. But it was really fun and the kids loved it, baby is amazed by the pumpkins and wants to play with them. </div>
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I am not really a creative person. People think I am because I can create things. However, most things I make or do are gleaned from someone or somewhere else. Here are a few fun things I have gleaned and made for school. These are some of the things I do to fill my afternoons. Tis the life of a teacher with lots and lots of time.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some things to add to the music box. A little cardboard, paint, and some bottle caps and we are ready to make some rhythm!!!</td></tr>
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As far as me working when I get back, well I have finally started applying places. So pray for that. I applied for one in Hays CISD for a middle school Special Ed Life Skills teacher, one in Comal ISD for a Sped Support teacher at Canyon HS, and am finishing up an app for Leander ISD for a Elementary Life Skills, and a General ed 4th grade position.<br />
I still have more searching to do, and the options are up I-35 near the family or friends who have offered me a room- cause they are wonderful. I would really like to get the one in Hays cause that is my favorite, but the Canyon one would be ok too, cause then I can live with Mandi and be close the San Marvelous, and my church from college and what I was doing before I fled- haha I kid left the country. </div>
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Generation of Leaders, the school the kids at Casa de Paz attend, took a field trip to Trujillo last Friday. The left early in the morning on buses to visit the Archeological Site of Chan Chan- some pre Inca stuff, then they went to the museum of Chan Chan, followed by lunch on the beach a few minutes away in Huanchaco. </div>
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I didn't get to go to the site, because I had my own students, but after school I hopped on a micro- well 2- and met them at the museum right before they left to go eat lunch. On the way to Huanchaco I got the ride in the back of the bus with the cool kids (our older kids and Kevin). It was nice for Kevin to sit in the back because the whole way to Trujillo he sat in the aisle in a plastic chair- very safe (?) in case of an accident not recommended for anyone ever again. </div>
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Lunch was fun, it would have been excellent if Peruvians were in the habit of cold lunches when packing for field trips. It was still good, but cold rice is 100 times worse than plain hot rice, avoid it if possible haha. It was a good day for the kids to get out and see another part of Peru other than Pacasmayo. The boys especially had a good time running around chasing and being chased by girls on the beach, our girls just kid of sat around, but to each his own. </div>
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I saw a billboard for a college day about a month ago, and thought it would be cool to take our older kids and show them what college is all about. So I got permission to take the kids and registered to go. So the day after our field trip the oldest 6 got an even better field trip. For them it didn't start off so delightful because they had to get up super early to meet Kevin and me in Trujillo, and no teenager likes getting up early ask my mother. </div>
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Kevin and I actually were slightly late cause the micro we took from my house took for ever. But in the end everyone (we were also meeting our friend Kelly who brought the older 4 from Hogar de Esperanza in Trujillo) made it to the right place around the right time. After waiting outside the gate about 10 minutes they let us in, we got our sweet UPAO (University Prividad Antenor Orrego) bags with free pen included and were directed to go register the kids in the computer. After registration, we waited some more. This time standing in the hot sun, in a line, with some really enthusiastic college folks entertaining us and giving away prizes while we waited for there to be room for our group to go.</div>
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Our kids are pretty shy when it comes to being in public and there are people they don't know around. So I had to get them excited and to shout, cause if you don't shout you don't get free stuff. Having Camp counselor on my resume means I can make myself get excited about nothing real easily, so the kids of course believe I am more insane than their previous assumptions. </div>
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When our group was finally called we were ushered/herded into a fence off area of campus that had a booth for all 22 career options the University offers. Each booth had representatives who were ready to sell you their career path, and did pretty well. They also handed out more free pens, bookmarks, and a big folded card that had a little information about the degree, and a schedule of all courses required for each cycle. </div>
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You also had the option to be lead to a classroom and where they had set up a workshop type thing. Some did lectures, others had different things to look at, and others had activities you could participate in that you would do in a course. Kevin and Yhonson went to the Business Administration one where Kevin wowed everyone with his International Business degree, even being asked to speak. Karol went to Law with Kelly- Kelly said boring Karol liked it. I went with 3 of our girls to the Veterinary Medicine one, where we saw baby animals, tapeworms, and diseased organs in formaldehyde, some corn grown on cafeteria trays, and watched a slide show of different skeletons. Our new girl Lucero went by herself to Early Childhood Education and drew a cover for a children's book, and got a free notebook. Then I went with all the girls to the Nurse workshop were we saw full body mannequins that can do everything, even change who they are, and we were taught how to properly wash our hands and get into sterile gear. (I got a free notebook this time- and more pens!)</div>
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After college we took the kids to Pizza Hut and they ate 3 whole Super Family sized pizzas. For a moment Kevin and I believed we may have leftovers then all of a sudden there was no more! When we finished eating Kevin called for our ride to come get us and in our time to spare the teenagers did what they do best at malls, wonder around not buying anything, playing on the escalators and having a good time. For a moment I thought maybe I should go with them, but then I was tired and figured it was good for them to have a bit of freedom.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lucero- middle pink- won a backpack for 3rd best catwalk. It may have happened because I told her go go go, and then screamed super load for her to be awarded the prize- I want my kids to have nice things. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Azucena surprised me, normally shy and reserved was the first one to jump to answer a trivia question, she got a prize.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Learning how to wash our hands. It takes a long time. Karol later volunteered to wash her hands and got another free notebook.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Betty coming down the escalator like she is in a movie, cause every girl wants their life to be like a movie at some point. </td></tr>
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<i> </i>Bruce, our resident old Canadian-whom we love, had a special treat for the girls this past Saturday. His sister used to have a store, I don't know why she doesn't anymore, but she some of the pieces she had left to Bruce to give to the children or whatever. So he put some of it in the school store, and then he gave each of the girls a card with a number on it. Then he brought the jewelry to the girl's house and let them in order of number choose which piece they would like. Bruce is silly, and wasn't prepared for how much time it was going to take a few girls to decide on a piece of jewelry and was glad Sam was standing by and willing to be in control, cause he had some manual labor to take care of or something. So, I got to watch the girls choose, it was fun and they enjoyed it, and they all wore their new jewelry to church the next day. </div>
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<i> </i>The answer to that is obviously no. However, Saturday night I did not check the kitchen to see if it's regular stock of cinnamon was there or not. I n case you didn't figure it out it was not. So when I got to the kitchen at 6am with baby and Betsy to start rolling out my wonderfully prepared the night before risen dough, and started to make the filling mixture I realized this unfortunate fact. My reaction- dang it. So Betsy took care of baby they watched his Old Macdonald video and I went across the street hoping they have ground cinnamon. They didn't. So then I had to catch a moto to the market and there happened to be one man open that had some. So, I took the moto back up and we made cinnamon rolls, that were delicious. But I learned that taking a moto at 6:15 in the morning not something I enjoy, especially when the driver is real chatty. </div>
<br />Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01305685078260864170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733632397743951107.post-63131186535604688872011-09-28T16:37:00.001-05:002011-09-28T16:37:38.701-05:00Just like Christmas it comes once a year...SPRING!(Spring just lasts a lot longer than Christmas)<br />
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I love change, which means I absolutely love seasons! (my only drawback on Texas) In Peru, unlike the rest of you, we have entered into Springtime. Which means that today for the first time in a long time when we said what the weather was outside in our morning routine it was no longer cloudy it was sunny! So exciting!!!!</div>
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With Spring comes celebration, I mean why not? Most of the schools take a field trip to bring in spring, like to the beach or one of the restaurants that has the playground, pool, and soccer field. The idea presented itself a little last minute. My only idea was to go to the botanical garden (which is still on my list but we are going to go on the close of our plant unit we just started instead), and then I decided it just wasn't possible yet. So we had a party to welcome spring, more of a day of activities for the parents to come participate and do something fun with their kids.</div>
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So, yesterday the kids and their moms came for a fun day. There were four main events, painting, flower making, bubble blowing, and popsicle eating! On Monday we made some pineapple popsicles by making pineapple juice in the blender, straining out the yuckies, and freezing them in cups. The kids loved eating them. The moms not so much because they are so cold, and if you don't remember me mentioning it before eating or drinking cold things is bad for your health especially your throat.</div>
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The bubble blowing was outside. I made bubble wands with the rings from coke, water and yogurt bottles, hot glue and straws (popsicle sticks or something less flimsy would be better but we have an abundance, plethora if you will, of straws). The yogurt bottle rings are better, because they make bigger bubbles. Then I made some bubble mix (which no I did not come up with this one my own, the internet is a wonderful thing) with baby shampoo, warm water, and a lil suga. They are the best bubbles I have ever made!!!! The kids loved them a lot!!!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kids, Moms, an Aunt, and Wendy making flowers to<br />celebrate springtime! Being creative isn't always a clean or <br />orderly process- and that is why my room is never clean :)<br /></td></tr>
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The other inside activity was the one all the moms flocked to. One main reason is because the kids needed a lot of help to do it, hence why Samantha planned it for this day and not one where she was all alone in class with 18 kids... The project was to trace the kid's hands, cut them out, wrap them around a straw, staple it in place, and curl the fingers back and you have a flower. It sound a little painful, but the hand are only made out of paper. The kids liked the flowers and the moms really liked making them, some of them even cut out like butterflies to attach to their 'toilet paper roll vases'. They all went home with a vase full of brightly colored fresh flowers, that will last longer than the flowers in the market (unless they are in reach of a baby sibling or a dog...)<br />
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As usual I went to Pacasmayo for the weekend. The two weeks prior I had forgotten to take my camera, and wished I hadn't been so rushed in leaving. So I took the advice of Sintia who told me one weekend, after forgetting to bring promised beads and Skipbo, I packed the night before or at least got certain things in a pile ready to go. So I have just a few pictures to share that is about it. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is baby, of course, (with Kevin in the background) showing us how to properly wear the sunglasses I got him. He always wears mine so I found some cheap baby sized ones at the Mayorista the other day. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tilt your head to the left cause there is still no option to rotate this (come on Google, if there is it is too annoying to figure out). But not only is he walking, he is an avid climber, which he may have picked that up from I don't know, maybe me. He climbs on all the chairs and onto the table (which he got a time out from Kevin the other day for doing that), and he loves climbing on the playground. In fact whenever the door is open to the house and you can't seem to find this child it is because he up and left your lazy hinny to go play in the dirt and climb some ladders. He got to the second rung by himself, which then required a spotter. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Saturday mornings are supposed to be glorious. Well when we walked out of the house on the way to the boys house, we ran into Bruce and Arelio looking at a bunch of dead cockroaches with extreme satisfaction. Up until this point I have seen four roaches the entire time I have been here. But in this pictures all the little brown dots are nasty dead cockroaches, courtesy of Bruce and Arelio who didn't think it was also a good idea to not just kill them but also not bother to sweep them up? But it was a teaching moment for baby, lesson? Roaches should be stomped on if live, he learned the squish a bug technique. Lesson 2 dead or alive roached should never be picked up in your bare hand and put anywhere near your face or handed to Samantha. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Again tilt the head a little to the left, a bit more, and there you can see Betsy (who also let me take a picture!) with her princess coloring project. That is what we did Saturday, they all wanted to color princesses so that is what we did.</td></tr>
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Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01305685078260864170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733632397743951107.post-82231116128365306352011-09-19T14:29:00.000-05:002011-09-19T15:03:37.293-05:00It is not just a rumor and other short stories Well, I have spoken to many and told them my plans to be home in December of this year. Always being asked when my plane ticket was, bu until now I didn't have one. So it is no longer just a rumor and the hopes of m family and friends that I will be comin home because I am actually scheduled to come home! My flight leaves December 14th at 10:15 from Lima. I have to make a breif pit stop in both Miami and Dallas, but at 10:20pm the same day I will be gracing Austin Texas with my presence again.
When I talked to people at home I get really excited. I am always asked what do I want to eat first when I get home let me tell you it is a long list. My friend Mandi told me while listening to my list, "It looks like you will be eating for two weeks straight!" I laughed. The one thing guaranteed not to be on that list is rice!<br />
Some things on it (so my mom is prepared...:) ) :<br />
- Muffins! blueberry, banana, apple cinnamon, bran, lemon poppy seed, pumpkin chocolate chip<br />
- BBQ and lots of it<br />
- Mom's enchilada casserole<br />
- Mom's BBQ meatballs<br />
- Waffles<br />
- Honeynut Cherrios, Fuit Loops, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, Peanut butter Captain Crunch, Cinnamon Life....<br />
- Real milk<br />
- Banana bread, Vanilla bread, Chocolate bread, Autumn bread, Zucchini bread<br />
- Steak<br />
- Whataburger<br />
- Dr. Pepper<br />
- Bagels and Cream cheese<br />
- The list continues but it only make me hungry<br />
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The other night when they were over for the church meeting, they were outback playing with the balls, and unfortunately they lost one to the roof dog, who scares me (cause he almost got my arm the first time a ball went up there). However, by the time the meeting was over and I went to tell Auden the ball had disappeared so no more red ball. Then last week I was "showing" the children how to thrown the boomerang and it went straight into the tree the second time I threw it. And it was really high and near a birds nest so I didn't want to shake the branch or climb the tree in the middle of school. I had every intention of going after it after school, but it happened to be Friday, which is when I travel to Pacasmayo and I was a little rushed, so I completely forgot about it until today when we were playing but it was not in the tree. </div>
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Then as the I was waiting for the last kid to be picked up the same day, one of the moms comes by with a bag. She said she was holding a duck for the Pastor and wanted to give it to him now. So in said bag was indeed a live duck. And she handed it to me to hold onto for Auden. One I thought it was funny receiving a duck in a bag, then I wondered what on earth was I going to do with this duck. Well I carried the duck out back and set his bag under the tree, then walked back in my house to see a trail of disgusting duck poop juices from the door all the way through my classroom and to the back. Delightful. So as I was cleaning up Maura came home and I told her about the duck, she laughed and grabbed his wing and put it in one of the empty turkey cages. Eventful afternoon.</div>
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Another baby story cause he is so cute. He loves shoes. And always tries to talk about them, but can't quite sound out the word yet. He also will always bring me my shoes if I am not wearing them. Also he enjoys chewing on sandals, which personally I think is gross, and I stop it when witnessed. A couple weeks ago I brought a new pair of shoes for baby, and left them with Kevin. They were a little big, but they were on sale and so I got him his next size up he would need. They are really cute, they have Lightning McQueen on them. Well the last 2 weeks they have been there in Kevin's suitcase baby has been playing with them (he has this thing about rifling through Kevin's things). So yesterday Kevin wanted to see if Baby would fit in them yet, cause he also liked them and wanted to see him wear them. Well the glass slipper fit, and baby was just so excited. We set him on the floor to try out his new kicks and he walked slowly in them at first then turned around smiled and was out the door. Kevin then wanted to see which Baby actually liked better or wanted, so we took his shoes off Kevin put them about 2 feet apart old and new, and I released the baby. He picked his new shoes, didn't even think about the other ones. </div>
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The first time Kevin was at my house (back in June) during school hours was when he and his mom had just gotten back from the states, and they stopped by my house to show her the preschool, etc. Well Segundo, is always my first student to arrive everyday, and that day was no different. He walked in looking like sunshine hole his flowers for me and his agenda in the other hand, gave me my kiss on the cheek, went to put up his backpack and started to cry, and ran back out to his mom. He saw Kevin and apparently Kevin is scary? But his mom eventually made him stay and Kevin stayed out back for a turn, and later they became friends while making letters with playdough.</div>
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Last Wednesday Kevin was finishing up breakfast in the kitchen when the kids started arriving to school. Segundo came in saw him on his way to the bathroom, and just walked back out to his mom, not crying this time at least. he came back to school when from the street corner he saw Kevin leave the school to go make copies. I laughed as did his mom.</div>
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Another funny moment with Kevin as he was in the kitchen, Niler one of my handful students also walked by Kevin on the way to the bathroom. But Kevin had finished eating and was washing dishes, Niler paused, looked at Kevin and asked "What are you doing?! Are you washing dishes?" Kevin replied, "Yes I am washing the dishes", "Are you a woman?", was Niler's follow up question cause I guess he has never witnessed a man washing dishes before. </div>
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I have had Machu Picchu on my list since I was about 12, I say about cause I don't really know when, but it has been on my list for a long time. So, everyone can assume that not only was there great anticipation to see my father who I hadn't seen in a year, but also there was anticipation to see this place that had been building for years. One of those things that was so big on your list you feel like you did 6 things not just one. After arriving home last night I felt so worn out as if I knocked 20 things off my list. The last two weeks were the most refreshing two weeks I have had while in Peru, well at least in a while.<br />
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Getting on a plane again was a weird feeling. Stepping into an airport alone was a strange feeling, it is a completely different environment than I am used to. I know all the steps to get where I am going like breathing, but it was strange. And when I got to the Lima Airport it was even weirder, cause the last time I was there I was the one freshly arriving on Peruvian soil, not prepared for what was next, but this time I was the guide. I got there before my dad, so I had to wait in the crowd of Taxi drivers for him about 20 minutes, and finally I saw him looking in the wrong direction. By the time I walked to meet him he was coming in the right direction but I was still looking where he was so I looked right over my father's head as he stood in front of me. The adventure began. </div>
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We rearranged some gear, locked up the big bag, played Canasta (I got beat, but the end total was 5 Samantha/ 4 Scott- I was just out of practice), talked, and took a quick nap at the gate for our flight at 0530. Another short flight and we were in Cusco, the capital of the Inca Empire, so many adventures to be had- but first we slept. And then I had....a HOT Shower! So hot, so glorious, so many nights in a row- almost the best part of the trip. Then we set out to explore the city on our own. Dad didn't have too many things he wanted to do, there was just one church he wanted to see, that he had looked up right before he came, and we came across it day one! Qorikancha is the name, destroying Incas was the game. Kind of the story of Cusco except for Machu Picchu-the Spanish never got there. Qoricancha was pretty cool though, because they didn't destroy all of it. It used to be the temple for the sun, then the Spanish came took over and built a Catholic church right on top of it, using the Inca temple remains as the foundation. It was interensting to see the two cultures and architecture in the same structure- personally I liked the Inca walls better.</div>
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The rest of our time in Cusco was spent looking at rocks, we saw so many rocks we have been named Rock Stars. We saw big rocks, little rocks, tall rocks (8 meters), heavy rocks (122 tons), rocks where they killed llamas-poor llamas, stolen rocks, sexy rocks (one place called Saqsayhuaman, when pronounced sounds like 'sexy woman'-and we are not the only people to think this), rocks with groves, rocks with holes, sacred rocks, street rocks, church rocks, and rocks that had no significance. Like I said rock stars, cause we saw them all, and don't get me wrong I love rocks. </div>
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And of course the most important rocks were at Machu Picchu, or at least the most well known ones. For this adventure we started on a full day tour, but hopped off at the last stop to catch our train. It seemed as though we might not have actually got on the train because the girl bringing out tickets brought them 5 minutes before boarding time (that seemed to be normal for us, everything happened at the last second). We got really lucky though on the train, the car sat about 35 I think, but there was only about 15 people in the car. So it was spacious and not full of loud Americans (I know I am American, but it is true, they are so loud).<br />
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But after a while like 20 minutes of waiting for the people posing in their North Face clothes and hiking boots (when they in fact did not hike, they rode a bus and sport North Face cause they can afford it not because they have any true need for the technical aspects in the clothing and gear- apologies I sometimes hold grudges) Disappointment wore off, praise the Lord, when we unexpectedly outsmarted them all. We changed from our soaking wet clothes to our dry warm layers, and walked the path entering into Machu Picchu. And then using my superior guide skills (yes I am bragging) during the 2 hours we had before our tour guide got there, I said lets go down instead of up like everyone else. Dad agreed, because he didn't want to walk up anymore than 5 steps for a while. This decision enabled us to self explore the main part of the city, and all the special rocks without anyone around us, also we got some excellent pictures of things without any posers photo bombing us. With Dad's pre-trip research and my ability to ease drop into neighboring groups we knew exactly what we were looking at.<br />
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At 9 we met up with our guide, named Darwin, who has been doing this for 31 years, been to every festival or reinactment, and has written three book about the place. So we had the guide of guides basically. And we got lucky having a small group of six, so it was easy to get around and was pretty enjoyable. Much more enjoyable when the hotel called me (yup got cell service on Machu Picchu- surprised me but actually makes sense it is up there) to tell us that our train ticket was switched from 2pm to 7pm giving us much more time than we thought we had, which lead to more exploring and even time for a nap. In all it was a great adventure, and a giant check on my list of places I want to go to, so when we got back down (go Dad he is a sport, and didn't disappoint me cause he hiked all the way down, deserving a day of rest for his old self) I let dad in on a guide five. Awesome day.<br />
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Then we went to Moray, which I was also fascinated by, these are the true 'crop circles.' It was a project of the Incas and each level, so each individual circle was for a different crop. Doesn't sound impressive, well each circle because of the location on the mountain, and the circles being at slightly different altitudes each circle also had its own microclimate, which would be perfect for the plant they placed in it. Potatoes at the very bottom, there was one for corn, and basically most everything they grew. The place also has perfect acoustics, but we didn't get to test them ourselves by going down to the bottom level, because we chose the wrong day to go. The day we went happened to be the annual festival of Pachi Mama, which is where the Incas would honor the Mother Earth, and sacrifice another poor llama, and have a big party. The cool part is we were able to watch part of the festival-reinactment. It is done in the Quechewan language, which a lot of the natives to the Sacred Valley still speak, and the people are in different colors and they come in running with Cusquenan flags on each ring, then there were women that danced in spreading seed, or sweeping, etc, then the head honchos ran in and stood in their places. When in their places they kept running or dancing in place, looked like quite the work out. But that was about all we saw, had to move on to the next place. </div>
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Next were the salt mines (at which I thought about my grandpa the entire time). I thought they were beautiful, the white was so pretty banking itself next to the tans, and golden browns. It was also amazing that there is this natural spring of warm salty water coming out of the mountain. So good job to the person who long ago found it, and decided to channel it and create wells for the water to fall into so it could evaporate into salt. Pretty sweet. A little factual information, there are hundreds of these wells, and the families who tend to them have 40 to 50 they are in charged with, to keep clean, harvest the salt, and so forth. If there was anyone who needed a bottle of lotion it is these people, who stand barefoot in water knee deep or up to mid-calf all day long, with their hands also under the water moving the salt, or pulling it out in the hot sun all day long. I give them props.<br />
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After Cusco, we had a layover day in Lima until our night bus to Huaraz. So we went to Miraflores in hopes to Paraglide but we proved unlucky in that area. (They did not fly for six days the first being our first day and the last being our last day) So instead we ate lunch at Chili's, walked along the beach up top, and watched Harry Potter with my wonderful friend Gaby! It was a good day, minus not being able to fly. But then we made it to Huaraz, my new favorite city in Peru. Another mountain city bordered by the Cordillera Blanca and the other side bordered by the Cordillera Negra. So many beautiful mountains, and so many of the over 15,000 ft. Pure beauty. And so many adventure to be had I could live there, I would have to to do everything I would want to. Huaraz in my book better than Cusco, because there are less tourists and the people who are there are true adventurers they all have gear and it is well used, pretty cool people. Anyways what we did...I coned my Dad into bringing my rock climbing gear with him, so I got to get my climbing fix. Which was needed. My climbs weren't all clean but that is because I hadn't climbing in a year, but I was able to lead them so I was happy. We had two days of climbing, one where Dad got mad at me because to belay he had to fall down to a creek and I had to pull him back up and a rock hit his elbow my bad. Then the second Kevin met us, and we went in a car to the spot but he dropped us off to far up so we had to walk halfway down to find it but it was a beautiful bolted wall, and a great day.<br />
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The day after climbing, Dad pulled the old man card and let us two young folk solo the Laguna Churup hike. Which was probably a good decision for Dad, cause I had made him do a bunch of crazy things and it was a tough hike for the two young folk. It took us about three hours to make it, others made it faster but they did not take pictures on their way, we did. It was tough, the whole hike is at altitude, you have to take a taxi to get there, over some rally car roads, but driving a toyota with a hatchback, when it should be a Jeep. The last leg of the hike was climbing up the left side of the waterfalls, there is even a cable bolted in to help you up (Sam did not need the cable, she still had the climbing itch). Finally though we made it, and my goodness it was all worth it. So beautiful. Good place to chill, relax, think, snack, live, haha. I loved it, and only left because Dad was sitting at the hostal by himself, and Kevin needed to rest and eat before his not so comfortable bus ride back to Pacasmayo.</div>
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After the big hike Dad and I had one more day in Huaraz and we had decided to go on a commercial tour- even though we don't like them- to Postoruri a glacier in the Cordillera Blanca. The hike was all at pretty high altitude at sea level it would have taken like 5 minutes to walk or you could have ran it, but the sidewalk part too about 30 minutes then another 15 to reach the glacier. And the glacier was amazing. It was my first glacier to see and I want more, but I actually want to explore the glacier like the crazies not just look and admire it, I am hands on. Another hard to breath hike, but it was relatively easy actually super easy if it weren't for the lack of oxygen. But it was worth it, as it always is with adventures. </div>
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And also as it always is with adventures, they always end. Ours did with one last day in Lima, with dreams of paragliding, that again fell through due to lack of wind. So instead we treated ourselves to a double feature of The Green Lantern and Captain America at the theater. It worked out perfect, and we had just enough time to taxi to the airport and make my flight. It was a fabulous adventure, with so many more stories than can fit into one blog. I have now seen the desert and mountain regions of Peru now only to slip in a trip to the jungle......</div>
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Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01305685078260864170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733632397743951107.post-38947776882439579212011-08-15T17:51:00.000-05:002011-08-15T17:51:12.466-05:00Look New PIctures!So I will be writing something here in the next few days. I just got back from 3 weeks vacation, one at the orphanage and 2 with my dad adventuring in the mountains of Peru. I am working on posting those pictures too, and writing something to share that adventure with all. But for now I updated my pictures, that you can look through. Love you all, I will post soon promise.<br />
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So this Wednesday was Dia del Maestro, which meant that is was my day, cause I am a teacher! So Wendy made a cake, and we had Coke, and I got presents! Wendy collected the money and went to buy something that she knew I would like rather than the not so great Peruvian gifts, which I love with my whole heart because the kids gave them to me. Anyways here are my presents.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01305685078260864170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733632397743951107.post-74954741540618386122011-07-08T18:55:00.001-05:002011-07-08T18:55:34.190-05:00Dependency<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>One week my freshman year of college or maybe my sophomore I don’t remember, but I remember the street corner that the conversation took place on. Anyways which ever year it was, Victoria and I were in her Blazer turning onto Edward Gary leaving campus, and she started talking about how dependent we were on our cell phones. The conversation progressed and we were in agreement that we couldn’t go more than an hour without using them. So we decided that we were going to go on a cell phone fast for a week. Let me tell you we didn’t last the whole week. It just wasn’t possible. Hardly anyone has a landline on campus and even fewer have a landline in their apartments. The internet was there if we happened to be on Facebook all day. If we hung out at the BSM all day we could generally communicate with everyone we needed to without our phones. However, outside of a very small circle of people without our cell phones we had severed the only line of communication we had to the rest of our worlds. My boss would contact me for a job through my cell phone, I would talk to my best friend who went to school in Austin, and let’s not forget the obligatory phone call I owed my mother weekly for her to continue paying for my phone...I can tell you in full honesty I did not always call my mother every week, and she always reminded me of that. I didn’t always want to call my mom, or I would genuinely forget to press my #2 (cause voicemail is 1) speed dial. However, cell phone dependency or my mom’s weekly call is something I will never complain about again. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I miss the ability to call anyone whenever I want. Or to send them a random text about something that was wondering around in my mind. (Like recently I realized I always brush my teeth starting on the back bottom left work around to the front then back right, then I switch to the back top left and do the same up top. I even brush the kids teeth that way. I keep wanting to ask someone which direction they brush their teeth in and if it is always the same, and I wonder if I brush my teeth that way cause my mom brushes her teeth that way.) Or to have voicemails on my phone when I got off of work or out of class. If I had a question I could generally call one of 3 people and have an answer 99% of the time. If I was sad I had someone I could call and talk to. If I got really good news I could immediately go down my list of important people and spread it within 20 minutes. If I was angry I could call someone to vent to. If I needed to stay awake while driving, or was bored on a long drive I could call someone to talk to. If I locked my keys in the car and didn’t have a coat hanger or wire handy I could call someone to come rescue me. Needless to say I was, like generally everyone else, dependent on my cell phone.</span></div>
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Two and a half months ago, if you were to have walked into my classroom you would have immediately ran away, because it looked like a zoo. But today you walk in and people have been telling me that these are the most well behaved preschoolers they have ever met. Which is strange cause I still find them to be crazy, and sometimes hard to handle. Looking back though they are way better trained, or educated in the appropriate behaviors and acceptable actions in school. And taking it overall the kids really are very well behaved, definitely much more orderly than the beginning, so props for them, or props for the teacher who is good at programming kids to complete a task in response to a single word command. Haha.<br />
I have said before that preschool is not my forte nor my first choice of age groups to teach, but having an established routine and structure helps make that a lot better, and so I am really able to enjoy my class a lot more.<br />
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As far as how I am doing - because people keep asking. .. I am doing really well. If you asked like a month ago I would have kind of said "eh". Not today. I kind of got a recharge a couple of weeks ago. I was just kind of finding myself not enjoying what I was doing, or having to scratch plans for school because someone didn't follow through for me, and too much improvising just makes you a little crazy. I had just kind of lost my motivation as well, I guess it decided to take a little time off. I even dreamed that I was grocery shopping in America and it was so beautiful, I have never missed Walmart and HEB so much in my life, I might hug them both when I return.<br />
Speaking of returning.... I do not have a ticket yet, but I am looking to return around the 14th or 15th of December. I want to be home for Jason's 21st on the 16th. I think the end in sight kind of gave me my recharge I needed. Not that I am ready to go home tomorrow, but it is nice to know I will be coming home soon. Also, I am getting really excited about my Dad coming, which means mid year vacations, and what teacher doesn't enjoy Christmas break? Mine just happens to be in July/August but it is still the winter so hey.<br />
There was also a group that came from a church in Lubbock last week. It was a really crazy week, I do not believe I sat down very much that week. Not many of them spoke Spanish so Wendy, Auden, and I were in constant demand. It was really fun to have people to hang out with all day long, just not so fun having 20 people in my small house from 9 to 9, and all the Peruvian kids that were in the school for the VBS they did. I was just a little nervous for all of our school stuff. But it was fun, and it was good for the community. Part of them helped me in school, they brought a bunch of crafting activities, then they also did VBS. The other half did a medical campaign in 3 different places. They were right outside my house for 2 days, those were the craziest. Then one day we went and worked on Auden and Wendy's house. The non medical people were all there. The guys picked their team to sheet rock the ceiling, and the ladies weeded and cleaned. I went shopping for food with Olinda, and then was asked to join the sheet rocking team cause I was tall. I was waiting for my invite, and not to brag but I was an asset to their team. I kept the on track and saved them from cutting the wrong side a few time.<br />
It was a really good week. Crazy but good. Lots of people to hang out with, I got to do some work which I miss. I get tired of playing mom and house sometimes cause I am so not ready for that. So it was nice to use some tools. Another great thing about that week is I didn't have to buy any food, they brought lots of stuff for the school, and I got the leftovers in my fridge.<br />
Coming out of the week however was ridiculous. I haven't been that tired in a long time. I just wanted to sit down for 2 straight days and then I could never make myself get up early this week to was my clothes that are now 2 weeks worth of laundry. However, Hermana Maura offered to was my sheets and clothes for me while I am gone this weekend. Which I am very grateful for because sheets are daunting they are so big and rinsing them is a pain. I didn't leave her all my clothes because I felt bad, even though she told me not to worry.<br />
Anyways I hope you are all doing well. I apologize for not updating since the end of April. I kept putting it off, then last weekend I started and then the internet stopped working. But on a bright side my wonderful mother sent me some dollars to pay for a landline of internet to be installed at my house. So now we are waiting for them to come look at the phone modem on Monday and then see how many more days till they can install the internet. So, I will be more reachable soon.<br />
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Thanks for your continued prayers and still loving me even though you never hear from me!!!Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01305685078260864170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733632397743951107.post-47206765665619119012011-04-30T00:55:00.000-05:002011-04-30T00:55:47.994-05:00Give me an arm<br />
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So, a very long time ago, well during one of my first few weeks in Peru I made a slight error in a word. I was asking one of the boys for my hug and in Spanish a hug is abrazo, however, still brushing up on my Spanish I accidentally forgot my a, so instead I said brazo- which is arm. I asked for an arm, and he caught it so he gave me his arm. So, tonight when I got home he asked for his arm and I gave him my arm, and like always a good laugh. </div>
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People always say, everyone remembers the little things or it is the little things that add to your everyday to make them special. It is true. I have little things with about everyone I know. Little inside jokes, things that make no sense to anyone on the outside, but to me and that person there is a story behind it. </div>
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I am updating my blog today specifically for my Mexican, Victoria. She is my Mexican and yes I call her that, one she is in fact Mexican, and the first time I went to her apartment as we were trudging up 3 flights of stairs, I questioned her as to why on earth she lived on the 3rd floor. With no hesitation she replied, "It is because I am Mexican." From there the joke grew, and has lasted now for almost 5 years. Victoria is one of my best friends, and she is one of the people who most consistently floods my inbox with her random thoughts, some longer than others or some demands. Like this one, ' <span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">You need to update your blog... I've been faithfully checking it </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">daily...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> </span>.' (Personally I thought I had been doing a lot better at updating)</div>
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For a whole week straight one of the moms was 30-45 minutes late picking up her son. We would sit outside waiting. The second to last kid would leave, he would be left. I would ask him where his mother was, he would tell me she is down at our 'ranch'. 'Why?' I would continue. He would reply with she is washing clothes or she is cooking lunch. Then 2 minutes later I would ask him again where was his mother, the same would pursue, I would ask again, and again. For about 10 minutes, then finally when she wasn't there we would go inside and start cleaning the classroom. He stacks the chairs, I sweep and continue to ask him where his mother is. But now he is a really good helper in the class keeping things clean, and willing to put things away. And when he is off track or gets unfocused, all I have to say to get him on track is "Y tu mama?" and he smiles and does what he is supposed to be doing. </div>
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My friends in Trujillo who live in a better place to receive mail than me, are going to let me use their address so here is is.<br />
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Marie Esther Tello/ Samantha Thomas<br />
MZ "D" Lote 37 2° Piso Urb. La esmeralda<br />
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So, if you were holding off on sending something via instructions from my mother, the hold has been lifted. If you have sent something to the old address no worries I can still receive it but let me know, and the date it left. For all things sent in a box, please send me an email letting me know the date you sent it so I know to be expecting it cause the mail folks here just aren't so timely sometimes. Letters go directly to the house. Anyways that is that. Love.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01305685078260864170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733632397743951107.post-75886646418587749312011-04-16T11:44:00.000-05:002011-04-16T11:44:43.422-05:00Birthday Birthday Well as many of you who love me and know when my birthday occurs annually without the help of Facebook, my birthday was this past Wednesday, and it was a different birthday. Normally I would have celebrated with many of you as we have done for many years, going out to dinner or trying to surprise me. I would have celebrated with my family, mom would have made my birthday dinner and a cake for me. Instead I celebrated with a wonderful bunch of people I didn't even know on my last birthday. But I thought I would share how the day went for all of you who missed it.<br />
Well school, went really well except that a kid showed up 45 minutes early for school- I got over it because the kids were really well behaved and the day went wonderfully. After all the kids left and I was about to head upstairs for lunch with Hermana Maura and company, her and Katy (daughter in law) came down singing happy birthday to me bearing a pudding desert that they made for me. After lunch I was able to get a whole hour nap- which was glorious, and afterwards my Peruvian mothers came by to give me the traditional Birthday hugs. When Wendy and Auden arrived, and I received a huge birthday to you hug from Keili. We played, Kevin came a bit before church and we all had conversation in English that was above the level of a 5 year old, which was nice. After church Auden and Wendy took us to Pizza Hut. Pizza hut here makes me laugh, because it is a very nice place, with no sketchy salad bar in the middle, and the waiters are all wearing ties and such.<br />
Pizza Hut was completely packed so we had to wait a bit, we got a booth and ordered and then we seemed to wait forever. That was because they burnt our Pizza, so we got free garlic sticks, and after like an hour total we got our pizza. It was good, it could have been better if Peru knew about free refills. O and I found 10 soles under the booth, it is still in debate as to whether it fell out of the Lujans baby backpack or not, but it was my birthday. The day ended at the house with a red velvet cake Wendy made for me with cream cheese icing- so good. And then the Lujans stayed over so Keili shared my bed and I was kicked all night long, but the day had been great!<br />
But birthday didn't end Wednesday. I came home yesterday night, and as we were walking in the girls charged me, and hugged me and I was told I couldn't come to the house yet, so I went to see Baby first, then I was collected and taken to the girls house. The lights were off, and the girls started singing birthday songs to me, and there was desert that the older girls made for me and I even got my own juice box! It was beautiful. I got more birthday hugs, and then I was told I had to do the birthday dances-which are really long and repetitive, but it was really fun, and my girls are all wonderful.<br />
So, even though I missed my mom's home cooked birthday meal and going out with everyone, everyone here made my birthday awesome. So, thanks for all of the birthday wishes and emails, they were fabulous.<br />
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So, a little more about the colorfulness of my week. First off, we finally received the curriculum from the regional head last Friday as we were literally driving to the highway to head home for the weekend. So, my preparedness for the week wasn't what I was hoping it would be, but we survived. The week wouldn't have been possible without my new friend, Vasti. Vasti came with Auden and Wendy on their return trip from the US for a few weeks, and last week she was my assistant- a God send because nothing in Peru goes how you thought it would. I anticipated that there would be many late arrivals, given the nature of generally all Peruvians, on the first day, so we began by coloring and just chatting with the kids until about 45 minutes after the start of school- and some kids still didn't get there till an hour after the start. There were also many interruptions the whole first week. There was the painter who came and needed things, but I couldn't deal with him, so the Senora helped out in that. There were all the rest of the mothers trying to enroll their kids in the middle of the school day, I finally put up a sign for them to come before school the next day and the ages yet the persisted to knock and interrupt. There were children who were leaving their moms for the first time in their lives, one kid even broke the glass on the door with his fist, but he promised not to break it the next day he just kicked the metal bottom of the door. One lady even tried to leave her 3 year old at the door, even though I told her we couldn't accept any kids that were just three, had to call out the door to her to come back.<br />
Don't worry in all of the chaos there was also learning! We learned about circles, the color yellow, the creation of the world, we read stories and checked for some hint of comprehension, we played games, and learned how to wash our hands. But the week was an overall success for not having all the materials I would have liked to have. In this week I hope to find more of a rhythm to settle into. The kids are awesome, and most of them really excited to learn. Vasti and I already were picking out the personalities of who is going to be the class clown, the leader, the hitter, the crier, etc. This week we are moving onto the color red, sharing, and other fun things.<br />
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But a shout out to Laura and Dad whose birthday's I will miss on the 5th and 7th!!!! I love you and wish you the best and on the weekend I will bless you both with a call from me. :)<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> It was a successful and exciting day. Thursday we will be going to paint the front of the house, put the bed together, and search for more classroom items. Friday will be the whole day as well, with the parents meeting in the evening. Both these days we will also be moving my stuff. On Sunday I will stay my first night and Monday teach my first day of preschool- in Spanish!</span></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01305685078260864170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733632397743951107.post-80529627401759372442011-03-21T09:52:00.000-06:002011-03-21T09:52:46.660-06:00The Baby Chronicles I was a few days shy of entering Peru the same day this beautiful life entered the world for the first time. It took him three months to get to us, and a rocky start in life. But once he reached our gates the love he had missed out on was taken care of plus much more than he could imagine, if a 3 month old can imagine being loved.<br />
I have taken care of many babies in my life, but none quite like this. I started babysitting when I was 11 or 12 for the neighbors across the cul-de-sac in North Carolina. But even before that at the family reunions I took care of my little cousin Hannah, looking at the cows while the old folk played dominoes. In Georgetown I babysat for the Deringers, and saw those kids grow up over 10 years, I knew the youngest 2 as babies. However, in all those situations, I came over we played, mom and dad came home, and then I walked back to my house down or across the street. But here I was the one who came home and the baby screeched with elation reaching for me, and then I send the other person walking home.<br />
It was a completely different situation than I had ever been accustomed to. When I was tired out I could look at the clock and find something to do for the last 20 minutes, because there is no true end to the mom shift. And it is harder when they are babies and you are all by yourself. I have gained a greater respect for single mothers, or people like my mom who when their husband was deployed was left with three young children or two kids under the age of 2. It isn't easy. But amazingly enough even though you go for months without sleeping through the night, and even when they do sleep till the morning your sleep is forever altered lightly sleeping in case your baby needs you and if you are dead asleep how will you hear him? God provides. Somehow I am still alive, and can function on a day to day basis.<br />
But taking care of a baby is hard work, you can't just let them alone to go play outside with his brothers or friends, they are completely and ever dependent on you. They need you when they want to play, they need you when they want food, they need you when they poop (cause no one wants to sit in poop for have it squirt up your back), they need you when they want to sleep, they need you when they fall and bonk their heads, they need your stability to learn how to balance themselves, they need your encouragement to develop and begin to take the steps to become more independent, they just need you all the time.<br />
Taking care of a baby is much like the way the Lord takes care of us, we are completely and ever dependent upon him. We need him when we want to eat- because if He isn't there who is feeding us the word? We need Him when we need rest, and we can find it in His presence. We need Him when we fall and bonk our heads, because it is never easy getting back up after humiliating yourself, and after a hard fall what more could you want than open arms of love and healing. When we learn to walk in this world through all the trials and things in our way, God is the one whose hand is clinched within our small one holding on or we loose our balance and revert back to crawling. Basically, the well known fact is that we need God all the time.<br />
God has been reminding me of that lately, that I need him all the time. If I go a day without seeking Him, then I go a day seeking in the wrong direction which can throw me off for days. Then when I decide I really want to walk again instead of crawling he is always there to lift me back up and send me on my way. I am going to need to hold on to Him tightly this coming week, because I will be transitioning to the new ministry upon the return of Wendy and Auden on Wednesday. It is going to be very difficult to leave the kids whom I have spent the last 8 months with, I will be able to visit them on weekends, but not seeing them everyday is going to hurt. I am going to need to hold on. I spoke on the phone with Wendy last night and she was talking about so many things that basically they land in Peru and we are hitting the ground running and going after this project and it is going to be wild and crazy and again I am going to need to hold on.<br />
So, if you could keep me in your prayers this week and the next as I transition as God has lead, but without letting my heart hurt or my mind getting lost in all of the other things going on, but that I remain focused in His purpose and don't revert back to crawling cause I am going to need to be able to run, and run fast.<br />
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(I created an album with all the pictures of the baby that I have. It has been fun to help him reach milestones, I plan on making him a book that he can take with him when he gets adopted, so he can remember his beginning and his parents don't miss out on those firsts. you can click here, or copy and paste to view it <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2520669&id=29627113&l=82fd05c43b )</span>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01305685078260864170noreply@blogger.com0