A true 10 on the 10th, 10 photos from the 10th of October.
7:00am: Dad makes breakfast before heading off to work! He does this most mornings and Mom is eternally grateful. This morning’s cuisine: homemade bagels with Nutella, and probably a few cups of chocolate milk to go around, if I know my kids’ Daddo.
8:00am: After dropping the kids off at school, Beckett and Mom stop by at Mrs. Mugah’s house for a short visit. Even short visits lead to the toy basket being completely dumped, and of course a little treat for Beckett from the candy frog (not pictured).
9:15 am: Leaving the Jewell’s with our fresh milk. Bernice, a local Kenyan, brings the milk to their house and we pick it up every Tuesday and Friday morning. It’s a great excuse to spend a little early morning time with our friends. See little Beau in the doorway?! We love him!
12:10pm: A small handful of kids run in the doorway from school for lunch. Here are a few of the muddy shoes that were dropped in the appropriately named mudroom on their way into the house. It poured rain last night, so I’m just glad the shoes were the only things that came home muddy.
1:00pm: Try to figure out where I’m gonna fit all the flour I got in Nairobi the day before. Back in the States, I’d buy maybe 1 bag of flour every 6 months. Here, I go through 12 bags every month. For real. I’m blaming the pizza oven…not all the delicious bread and sweet treats.
4:15pm: Finishing up the job of pasteurizing our milk. For all you city-folk like I used to be, who buy their milk ready to drink from the grocery, this is the cooling phase of pasteurizing. Barely boil on stove. Put in a larger pot of cool water. Let milk cool and fat rise to top. Scrape cream off top and save for future use in something else (ice cream?!). Enjoy fresh milk! I do so enjoy this delicious milk, but I can’t lie. I’d go back to buying it ready-made in an instant if I could! The old saying “there’s no use crying over spilled milk” has popped in my head at least a dozen times over the last few months as I’ve tried to perfect this process.
5:00pm: Kids run out to our shamba (garden) to pick some fresh lettuce for dinner.
6:00pm: Due to a certain 3 year-old waiting too long to go to the potty, a quick shower before dinner was in order. I’d say that about 90% of the showers I take are not alone. I’m not talking about kids being in there with me either. I’m talking about bugs. A few days ago a big beetle was sitting right up on the window sill by my razor staring me down as I began a good shave. Tonight, as I oversaw the boys in the shower, there was a spider. See that little arachnid to the right of the window? I thought a quick photo of him for this post would be great to show you how the insects think my shower is their home. However, minutes before this photo was taken, I was most unhappy to find that that little spider is not a he, but a she. How do I know? When I out my hand on the shower curtain to pull it back for the pic, I felt something on my hand. When I looked, there were no less than a few dozen bitty baby spiders crawling about! BTW, I just itched my neck for the millionth time since this happened. ICK! If only I could call an exterminator. But wait, I did. “Naaaaaaaate!! Get in here!”6:30pm: Kids are cracking themselves up over having “butts” for dinner. You may have missed it in a previous post, but the word for derriere in Swahili is taco. So, of course, when we have tacos, we are eating butts. Gotta love elementary humor. Pretty excited about these Old El Paso taco shells I found in Nairobi yesterday. Can’t remember the last time I made hard shell tacos at home before we moved here, but now it’s a treat!
7:00pm: Our friends stop over to surprise us with fresh-made dumplings for our freezer. We share a couple of “butts” with the kids, clean up the table and play a quick game of boys v. girls Mille Bornes. The girls drooled and the boys ruled.
And that’s pretty much a regular day-in-the-life of these Americans living abroad. Other than a soccer match or another titchie after school activity, most days look much like this one: work for dad, school for big kids, a little language learning for mom, preparing food, lots of time with friends for each of us, a few bugs and some mud. Life in Africa, just the way we like it.