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Hey Everybody,
Well, Ben did an ultrasound on me today (we just happened to be in the room and wanted to play around with the machine) and wouldn't ya know it- there's a baby in there. Cletus the fetus 2 was doing his little acrobatics and we saw the little heart going strong. I'm 11 weeks now, so we'll be seeing the little booger around Halloween. We've already informed Cletus that he/she is not wecome until that point. Just wanted you all to know.
We walked down to the river today. It was horribly muddy and I put on a good comedy for the natives as I sunk down in the mud past my ankles...with sandles on...holding Caleb. Yeah, they thought it was hillarious- but not one hand to help me out. Keep the laughs coming white girl! After much struggle, and mud flying up my dumb skirt I finally broke free. We were able to clean off in the brown river that smelled like poo...and I felt completely refreshed. We really did end up having a pretty good time. I felt very "natural" walking the mile back with mud stains.
One thing that has taken some getting used to is being the center of attention. The natives just think that white people, especially when they are two and crying, are just the most entertaining thing possible. There are always crowds following us. They are very friendly and always say a greeting, but after you walk past they start giggling. A missionary has told us that they just think it is funny that they are brave enough to talk to the "white skins". That aside, they are a very compassionate people. I forgot to mention that when I lost my wallet in town, I kind of broke down for a minute because Caleb was acting very "two" at the same moment. ("Two" is no longer a number, it is an adjective) Anyway, our watchman that was riding with us was in the back of the van started crying too. He kept saying sorry to me and felt so bad that this had happened. It was so sweet!
(Angie, you've already heard this, but I'm gonna pull some of what I wrote to you so I don't have to think about it too much again.) I do have some bad news, the baby in the picture that I sent last e-mail passed away. They have actually lost quite a few babies this past week. In fact, it is customary not to name kids until they are about a year old to make it "easier" to deal with a loss. Absolutely crazy. How blessed I was to have been born in the U.S. If we were here, even as missionaries, Caleb and I both probably wouldn't have made it. But, then, how horrible I feel for saying that when I hear moms wailing from the hospital after they have just lost a child. It's just so crazy! Like I have said before, I can't even wrap my mind around most things I see and hear.
I hate to end on that note, so I will just talk about the missionaries a little bit. They are such amazing people and have really given up so much to be here- yet at the same time they are so blessed in that there are so few of the distractions that we have in the U.S. It's so easy to focus on God and family here...and it really is beautiful. I know we will miss it. Alright, that's all for now. Hope you all are doing well! We miss everyone!! Love-
The Kumors