go fishing for the first time.
jehu remains skeptical. i practically had to threaten violence just to get them to touch their fish long enough for this picture. we are so lucky to have a man’s man grandpa to take the boys on all these types of necessary adventures. his specialties include steelhead fishing, elk hunting, duck hunting, bowling, wrestling and golf. everything grammy doesn’t like. and gideon and jehu will no doubt learn to love.
that would be somewhere in brasil i think. hubby just got back a few weeks ago from a short term mission there. a little crash course for his portuguese. which he speaks very suavely, if i might say. i seem to make a point to butcher all foreign languages. i can’t say the word “tortilla” without it sounding like i fed it through a chipper. here is a photo he took of a steady stream of trucks heading to some city. home to the patron saint of…big rigs. indeed. they roll in once a year to get blessed. serious.
random roadside scenery.
here he is with his team, mostly canadians i think. our church here heads up something called “church partnership evangelism.” they do a great job connecting with local churches and reaching out to friends/family/coworkers of existing members. that way new converts are immediately drawn into the body and discipled. also, that way the mission organization escapes the stigma of being para-church. everything is under the jurisdiction of the local pastor and the entire congregation is deeply invested in the process. they do tons of prep work and training and each candidate is prayed for extensively for months. which sounds kinda dangerous. at the end of a few months most people are ready to cry uncle. i teased my sister violet mercilessly when god dropped a chunk of ice on her head off a church roof and laid her out on the sidewalk with a concussion. it’s not all fun and games.
here is a picture of a tree. i think every other picture was of a tree actually.
boy says he would ask people what kind of trees they were and unless it had a mango hanging on it most people had no idea. this one made explode-y poof balls and spikes.
if anyone knows my husband they know how strange it is that he would shave off his gruff-stache and go be sociable with people. i think he just likes brazillians. he thinks they are nicer than americans. and he says the girls are cuter.
which reminds me, i don’t know who this is. but i don’t like it.
a few of the families marc got to share the gospel with. i could tell when he came home that he truly enjoyed himself. he was a little wistful.
cool architecture.
oh look, a tree.
a neat village.
and more trees.
yes, please notice how swank my husband is in this picture.
he was also telling me about how clean everyone is there. here is his host’s house.
it kind of disturbs me how everything shines. my house definitely has a matte finish.
see, clean. amazing.
and of course he brought home goodies. i now have a complete tea service and the children all have matching soccer jerseys from the village team. because every village has it’s own team. that’s how seriously they take this stuff.
welcome home daddy. we missed you and are so proud of you. love you forever and ever. *m
when asked her what she had been eating she replied matter-of-factly, “poison.”
ironing away. then….
“wtf? this piece of crap. it’s not HOT! who buys me these toys, comeon!”
“la, de, dah.”
look at me, i’m such a sweet little domestic goddess.
“hey it’s HOT! i think i could even burn myself now. this is great! thanks mom!”
i think that’ s all pretty verbatim. you’re welcome, sweetheart.
going through check-out one day i was feeling especially gracious and bought daddy-boy a personal size jar of gelato.
there was nothing personal about it.
