Do I write about our neighborhood too much?
Perhaps.
I do love what I’m doing at work. But after I leave out the parts that can’t be discussed on the blog, I’m left with research and curriculum writing that will certainly lose readers.
And after reading a political book all day, this does bring smiles to my face.
This week they also started saying “Stephen, Kelli, I love you” with their hands in a heart shape.
And I blew one of the girls a kiss a few weeks ago as I said goodbye, and this spread like wildfire. They love it.
They also found a make-up kit this week and got all dolled up.
Stephen is outrageously popular for picking up the kids and throwing them up in the air. Since there are so many of them, he quickly made a rule for one each. And since he kept saying, “Just one,” they now come up to him, shouting, “One! One!” when they want him to throw them. It begins to sound a little bit like the pelicans on Finding Nemo.
My special friend, Yuh Meh Oo, doesn’t much like this game though. She tried it once and it terrified her; she’d rather just be cuddled. After Stephen would throw all the other kids, he’d reach out to her just to give her a hug. Out of fear of being thrown, she’d pull away; since the difference was rather hard to communicate. But yesterday, she got it–he threw all the kids up into the air, reached over for her, and she trustingly jumped into his arms for a hug.
I suppose the significance of that might not be glaring, but the look on her face was perfect. It’s these sort of looks that really make me thankful to be here.
