Been gone too long.
Habtam had one of his troublesome teeth pulled last week. It ballooned up again, causing quite a stir at the nurse's office at his school.
"Um, yes, we did notice the swelling."
"Well, he insisted he wasn't in pain, and we gave him some medicine in case. He really wants to go to school."
About three days of this, with Habtamu reassuring us that he really, really wanted to go to school, while we waited for the swelling to diminish with the antibiotics.
I don't think the nurse realizes how important school is for Habtamu. He takes school really seriously right now. Maybe it's because of the attitude towards school in Ethiopia. He was exposed to it in his home village and at the care center, where the older kids were proud of the work they did at their "school," a small room with a chalkboard and words posted in Amharic and English. We had to take him home early from school once last year, when he fell asleep in school. He had a major meltdown and freaked out in the car on the way home, nearly throwing Lire's car seat at me.
On to religion.
Today in the tub, Lire said to me,
"Mommy, Chauncey is like a preese. He protect us."
"No, a preese."
"Yes! A preest. He protect us."
"Why, yes he is."
Already moving into the metaphysical, that Lire.
We've got some intense little guys here. I feel like a lightweight, in comparison.
And I'll prove it by mentioning how happy I am to finally get a new pair of eyeglasses and a haircut! I'll post a picture, though it's a bit dark.
So happy to talk to you again! I'll try to post more regularly. I have a book post for Mothertalk due soon, so I'll be on it.
Chauncey, our resident preese.
Superficial mom, making her picture smaller to fool you into thinking she is more humble than she really is.