04 August 2006
04 August 2006
As I now have younger brothers (Paseka is 8 and Tlalefo is 1 in August), I can now see what it is like to be a big brother. And as I slowly grow up (let me emphasize the slowly) and become an adult I am beginning to see things in a different light. It cracks me up…
Paseka is 8 and in Grade 2. He has more than a vast majority of the children in the village and most of the time he deals with that gracefully! He is what I would consider tall and skinny. Actually I would consider him a twig, and I am guessing this was how I was built when I was that young. I can’t really remember back then, though. I do remember high school as time of eating…and lots of it. I assuming when I was younger I has a big appetite as well. BUT Paseka would eat all day. His biological mother visited this past weekend. What that usually involves is a trip to town (that is a big deal for the kids in the village and doesn’t happen very often at all) and some new stuff. She usually brings clothes for him so he can look sharp. He usually gets to pick out a toy while in town. Along with the most important thing…going grocery shopping. What this usually involves is A LOT of sweets. And when I say a lot, I mean I couldn’t consumer them in a week a lot. But starting Saturday afternoon, he has been consuming cookies, candy, chocolate at an alarming rate. Saturday and Sunday he was living any kids dream. No one cared what he was eating. He didn’t eat his dinner because he had and was eating sweets ALL day. Yesterday was the best though. After eating about half of his actual dinner. He ate a piece of cake, some biscuits, and custard. I had made authentic (now that my mother brought real brown sugar from home) chocolate chip cookies, He had two of those and then hit the half. He could really talk or eat any more (yes, it goes back to that one time in high school when I ate so much food at Patty’s restaurant that I went to the bathroom and puked because I literally couldn’t fit anymore food in me!)! He was distraught and defeated…all he could do was lick his wounds and go straight to bed. Hoping tomorrow he will feel better and attack the sweets one more time.
Pretty crazy when you think that it is already August. 18th of this month we will have been in South Africa!?!
Things are going well except for the weather. This week started with such promise. Saturday was nice and Sunday was summer like. Things change quick on the weather front in the middle of nowhere. By Wednesday the terrible chill was in the air with cold rain and STRONG wind. Friday it is finally starting to get nice again but they are once again predicting nights below freeze…I like my sleeping bag even more now!
Thabo
As I now have younger brothers (Paseka is 8 and Tlalefo is 1 in August), I can now see what it is like to be a big brother. And as I slowly grow up (let me emphasize the slowly) and become an adult I am beginning to see things in a different light. It cracks me up…
Paseka is 8 and in Grade 2. He has more than a vast majority of the children in the village and most of the time he deals with that gracefully! He is what I would consider tall and skinny. Actually I would consider him a twig, and I am guessing this was how I was built when I was that young. I can’t really remember back then, though. I do remember high school as time of eating…and lots of it. I assuming when I was younger I has a big appetite as well. BUT Paseka would eat all day. His biological mother visited this past weekend. What that usually involves is a trip to town (that is a big deal for the kids in the village and doesn’t happen very often at all) and some new stuff. She usually brings clothes for him so he can look sharp. He usually gets to pick out a toy while in town. Along with the most important thing…going grocery shopping. What this usually involves is A LOT of sweets. And when I say a lot, I mean I couldn’t consumer them in a week a lot. But starting Saturday afternoon, he has been consuming cookies, candy, chocolate at an alarming rate. Saturday and Sunday he was living any kids dream. No one cared what he was eating. He didn’t eat his dinner because he had and was eating sweets ALL day. Yesterday was the best though. After eating about half of his actual dinner. He ate a piece of cake, some biscuits, and custard. I had made authentic (now that my mother brought real brown sugar from home) chocolate chip cookies, He had two of those and then hit the half. He could really talk or eat any more (yes, it goes back to that one time in high school when I ate so much food at Patty’s restaurant that I went to the bathroom and puked because I literally couldn’t fit anymore food in me!)! He was distraught and defeated…all he could do was lick his wounds and go straight to bed. Hoping tomorrow he will feel better and attack the sweets one more time.
Pretty crazy when you think that it is already August. 18th of this month we will have been in South Africa!?!
Things are going well except for the weather. This week started with such promise. Saturday was nice and Sunday was summer like. Things change quick on the weather front in the middle of nowhere. By Wednesday the terrible chill was in the air with cold rain and STRONG wind. Friday it is finally starting to get nice again but they are once again predicting nights below freeze…I like my sleeping bag even more now!
Thabo
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