I walk back and forth dozens of times,
coming to use the oven or going back, dragging tired kids along with
me to have rest time. It seems that I feed my kids nineteen times a
day, just like at home. And we are all so, so healthy.
Eika's tummy hurts at bedtime, but she
has plenty of energy when it is time to paint toenails with the
girls. Jude is peppered with at least four dozen itchy, bothersome
mosquito bites from our first night here (sans mosquito net), and he
rides the resident red tricycle in loops by the mile. Henry scrapes
his knees, overheats in the equatorial sun, and charges on with all
his normal energy. Eva cries because her friend got to take the
first turn, complains to have her hair detangled, but still gives
every bit as big a bear hug as she does from her own bed at home.
And they are all. so. healthy.
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