When the Cat's Away, the Mice Will Play

Who are we kidding? Momma cat was still around, just missing one of her mice.  But we still played, right girls?! Here are a few stories from the week to keep you entertained.

Okay, this one's not a story per-say, just a cute pic of Bailey playing in the grass outside the library at Brandon's school when we went on Monday to check out this week's books. Thankfully they still let me check books out under his name even when he's not around!

Tuesday night I got to go to a baby shower for a friend who is leaving Paraguay next week.  Bailey stayed with her older daughter while Boston and I tagged along to the party.  In true Fulbright-girl fashion, I aced the first game!  We had to look at 12 different ultra sound pics and determine which body part was pictured.  And never mind the horrific penmanship; I was nursing Boston as we played and had to fill out the card left handed (and without a second hand to steady the page).

Earlier Tuesday, one of our neighbors stopped by to say that there is a young couple that is frequenting the dark corner under the mango tree along the side of our house in the wee hours of the morning. I'm not quite sure what I'm supposed to do with that information???  It's funny though,  when I've been nursing Boston during the night I've heard voices outside, but have always attributed it to the restaurant across the street (and yes, Paraguayans do eat that late).  Now that I know it's a teenage couple hiding out in the dark, I'm grateful that I can't understand what they're saying!

Bailey's window is the first one on the right,
bathroom in the middle, Boston's furthest down

We had another visitor on Tuesday that wanted to sell us a bag of oranges.  No gracias, senora!  I called back. Just then Bailey came running out the front door and the lady immediately put on her puppy-dog eyes and asked if I had any clothes that I could spare for her daughter.  Naturally suspicious, I asked how old?  Flashing a glance at Bailey, she answered: three.  Lo siento, pero ella solo tiene DOS anos, I replied (Sorry, she's only two).  Well, she's a SMALL three year old, she threw back . . . right.  At this point it was too late to play the "I don't speak Spanish" card, so I busied myself with watering the grass and waited for her to tire of asking "please, senora, please."  It's not that I don't want to help. It's just that (1) Bailey has a limited supply of 2T clothes; her drawers are full enough, but not overflowing, and we definitely can't go more than a week without doing laundry; (2) I'm planning on using the clothes again for Boston; and (3) if I'm going to give their clothes away, I'm going to give them to families at church, to girls who I KNOW need them and will be appreciative.

Thursday brought our second outing to Brandon's school (strange, we go there more when he's NOT around than when he is...).  This time Bailey's friend Kira was with us and the girls had a blast playing at a nearby park after our time in the library.  Bailey got to try out a tricycle for the first time and boy do we have our work cut out for us!  Not that she has any reason to have these skill sets already, but she's TERRIBLE about using her feet to push the pedals and has no clue about turning the handle bars.  Give it time, Mom, give it time, right?  After some time on the bikes, the girls enjoyed a snack of apples and posed with "silly faces" for this pic (I love that their silly faces are the same!):

Mango-tree-lover-tattle-tale neighbor stopped by again on Friday to "remind" me that we really need to trim the mango tree so that it's not dark along the street.  So I guess that's what I'm supposed to do about it...

We had a great week without Daddy - actually more eventful than a "normal" week - but we are glad to be getting him back later this evening.  It will be nice to tag-team the girls in the evening and have adult conversations again!