Fun Trip, Dad
Brooklyn repeated the phrase "fun trip, Dad" several times during our little vacation. Every time she said it, Daddy and Mommy would both hardily agree. It was a very fun time. What did we enjoy the most? Running in wide open spaces, listening to silence, not having to cook or clean, submerging in hot water, feeling the crisp mountain air, taking spontaneous naps, wearing long pants and sweatshirts, enjoying a stiff breeze blowing through our hair, getting use out of our "real" shoes, listening to birds chirp, throwing rocks into a high mountain lake, hearing the rumble of a heater, fixing hair that isn't frizzy from humidity (or not fixing my hair at all).....
We miss wide open spaces like this, so Brooklyn was quick to start running all over the place. Where we live it is either the dirt streets of town or dense jungle. If there is grass like this it is so boggy and full of chiggers that it isn't much fun for frolicking!
On our last morning, we suited Maddie up for a swim. She was actually pretty fussy most of the time due to a combination of things - strange new environment, cold air, high elevation, different bed, and messed up schedule. She wasn't miserable (and didn't make us regret our trip) but she was more needy than she usually is at home and had a hard time sleeping or eating in such a strange place. Finally, on our last morning, she was her normal happy little self. She loved the warm water.
Nothing is cuter than chunky baby arms flailing and patting at the water....
Who me? Grumpy?
The water in the pool just outside our hotel room door was the perfect depth for Brooklyn.
Brooklyn surprised us with her new swimming skills. She has been in swimming lessons with other missionary kids for a couple of months but this was the first demonstration we'd seen of her new-found confidence in the water. She isn't exactly swimming yet but she gets around quite well. That's about as good as I am in the water, myself!
Here we are at the lake. Brooklyn had a blast throwing rocks into the water. Daddy showed Brooklyn how to skip rocks on the water but she really just preferred throwing them, listening for the "plunk" sound as the rocks hit the water and watching the water splash and ripple.
We miss wide open spaces like this, so Brooklyn was quick to start running all over the place. Where we live it is either the dirt streets of town or dense jungle. If there is grass like this it is so boggy and full of chiggers that it isn't much fun for frolicking!
On our last morning, we suited Maddie up for a swim. She was actually pretty fussy most of the time due to a combination of things - strange new environment, cold air, high elevation, different bed, and messed up schedule. She wasn't miserable (and didn't make us regret our trip) but she was more needy than she usually is at home and had a hard time sleeping or eating in such a strange place. Finally, on our last morning, she was her normal happy little self. She loved the warm water. 
Nothing is cuter than chunky baby arms flailing and patting at the water....
Who me? Grumpy? 
The water in the pool just outside our hotel room door was the perfect depth for Brooklyn.Brooklyn surprised us with her new swimming skills. She has been in swimming lessons with other missionary kids for a couple of months but this was the first demonstration we'd seen of her new-found confidence in the water. She isn't exactly swimming yet but she gets around quite well. That's about as good as I am in the water, myself!
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