Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Binge Blogging is Dangerous!
Friday, June 19, 2009
The Arrival of ShoSho
ShoSho would be staying with us for about two months to help with Conner. It was a blessing that she would have such a flexible schedule and that Mark would part with her for so long. When Anne and I first started talking about a baby, Lois had one request, "Don't have a baby in the Spring of 09. " and surprise March 18,2009 !
In the Spring, WOW Safaris (Lois's company) was completely booked with tours and service projects and Mark (Babu) had just started his 5 year appointment as the Dean of Doctoral Studies at NEGST (http://www.jpafrica.com/negst/) in Kenya. If you are not familiar with Lois's organization, you'll want to check out her website: http://www.wowsafaris.org/. They are doing some amazing things.
Mark will have to wait until Nov of 2009 to see Conner in person and Lois wouldn't be able to depart until April. Although I know that was heart wrenching for ShoSho, it all worked out in the end. We really needed the help as long as we could get it. It also so happened that her visit just overlapped when Conner could start daycare and Anne could start back to work.
Of course when Lois arrived at our tiny little airport, she was without luggage. At one point we were told it had been directed to Albany, NY instead of Albany, GA. The next day Jonathan called from Newport News, VA to say he had received a call that the bags were in Richmond VA for pick-up? Apparently Lois's permanent tags have the NN, VA address and number...it was quite a nightmare. It took days to sort out.
That night, despite her 1000 hrs of travel, we took ShoSho to the most cultured dinning experience Albany, GA has to offer...
...the International House of Pancakes. And so began her indentured servitude in the Mzungu Cottage. She would spend the next two months working as a nurse maid and house keeper, for which we will be forever grateful.Wednesday, June 17, 2009
The Last Cherry Blossom
As I cut away branches and stacked the logs of our old cherry tree, I couldn't help but reflect on it's life. Many years ago, someone planted a small cherry tree at the back corner of our lot. At the time, I am sure they were very excited about it. Considering our climate, they must have watered it daily until the small tree had taken root. Over the years it grew. It watch many families live in our home. Children no doubt climbed on it and played under it for hours. It provided shade for the ever changing cars that had been parked under it. A witness to progress. Couples had returned home only to fight under it. An hour or so later that very same tree would provide a flower covered branch as a peace offering. It weathered many strong storms, and a couple of resident wood peckers over the years. An occasional drought left it withered and weak. And yet it remained unmoved. A silent observer of the world around it.
In its life it provided shade and shelter to our home. In its old age it continued to produce beautiful blossoms yet no longer produced any fruit. Hollow and weak its limbs began to fail it. With each storm more branches lay on the ground. Molds and vines began to find it easier to live on the old tree. Insects and disease began to set in. However, even when it had become too weak to withstand the harsh weather, too old to make it to another season, it still managed to produce one last beautiful gesture.
This sprig of cherry blossoms was picked from a small branch left on a log in our wood pile. Even after death there was beauty in this old tree...and later next winter when we are huddled around the fireplace as a family, I will wonder if I am burning the last of the cherry tree.
"I think there's a branch on your car...."
Well it was a little more than a branch. Half of an old cherry tree had broken off in a storm and fell on Anne's car and my boat. The roof of the car was smashed in pretty good, which actually protected most of my boat. The only thing on the boat that was broken was the foot pedal for the trolling motor (that I would later find during a fishing trip.)
What was left was a large part of the tree teetering over my neighbors house and fence on one side and a power line on the other. With a new chainsaw, some old climbing rope, a buddies truck and a lot of prayer we were able to pull that part down without incident.
We had the roof of the car fixed a month or so later when we returned from a road trip. You know its always something. Conner is only two weeks old and a tree falls on his mommy's car!
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Team Mzungu
Our first week alone!
As much as we hated to see everyone go, it was nice to just be us for the first time. It gave us some time to let it all sink in. It also gave us some time to just chill.
This boy is so mellow it's hard to believe. Check out how he sleeps. Some of the books we've read say that when babies sleep with their hands above or behind their head it is a sign of confidence and security. Personally I think it looks a bit cocky. " Yeah wasup...I'm just naaaappin'. I'll drink some milk a little later...then poop my pants...then I think you'll clean-it up for me. That's what I thought!"
It was nice to get out around other people with Conner. In his short life, we've had him out and about now a couple of times with no problems. I hope this is a sign of things to come.
Grandma pays a visit...
At the tail end of his Billy Blanket treatment and just after the Shaws departed, my mom came for a week long visit. This would be the first time she would see Conner in person. As I may have mentioned, he was named in honor of her father, Harold J.Conner. What I had not realized until my grandmother (Peggy Conner) mentioned it, his birthday was very close to the date my grandfather had passed away.
Mom was so much help. We couldn't have done it without her. Just in the few hours between the Shaws' departure and mom's arrival, we just kind of stared at Conner.
His appetite , skin color (or lack thereof), and personality really returned once the jaundice had passed. He was so chill and happy. Conner's pediatrician said not to count our eggs until 14 days had passed because that was when the baby should assert his real personality. He said they fall between very high strung, 50/50, and super mellow. So far we are thinking, hoping and praying: "super mellow...super mellow...super mellow..." But we'll see.