Posts Tagged ‘pets kids’

Skinny Pigs

We’re pretty into pets in our family.  I hate to admit it, but we’ve had a lot over the years.  I also realize that we aren’t the best “long-term” pet keepers.  Some might even say we’re fickle in our pet tastes.  We’ve had: cats, dogs, rats, sheep, chickens and fish.

This week we became the proud owners of two skinny pigs.

That’s guinea pigs to the rest of the world.

Marnix is a friend we’ve made here.  He’s a wonderful Dutch man who started his own children’s home here:  Macheo Children’s Home  They do some great things there for the children of Kenya.   He’s also our source for guinea pigs.  Apparently he was gifted with some for the kids a while back, and now has a colony? herd? tribe of almost 50.  Yes, they breed like rabbits.

Anyhow, after making the guinea pigs a cage,


We went over the next evening to make the selections.  We chose 2 females (no need for 50 guinea pigs here at Karibu unless we’re finding a way to market them as meat) and the kids cuddled them in the car and when we arrived home.


Lucy keeps choosing “Toby” as the name for her hamster (guinea pig), but that was the name of our Boston, so hers is still nameless.

Eli with "Hampstie"

Eli with "Hampstie"


The kids are doing pretty well with their new pets.  We had to have a couple of lessons on how to pick up pets.  The scoop technique rather than the claw in the ribs technique.  Eli’s doing pretty well with it, although his petting looks a bit much like slapping.  We’ll get there.  Can’t be worse than the Kenyan boy at Macheo Children’s Centre dropping Lucy’s guinea pig from waist high onto the cement.  We’re praying that her skinny pig isn’t delayed as a result.

a little skinny pig time

a little skinny pig time


Make me pretty: Take 2

The kids have always been enthralled with my makeup bag. At home in Portland, I would pacify their interest and desire to be made-up by occasionally putting on a little nude eye shadow on each of the kids. They would then run to the mirror or each other an exclaim, “Oh, don’t my eyes look beautiful?” Eli has also taken things a step further and notices other people’s eye makeup and often compliments them on it. I.e. Erin’s pretty blue shadow on Aloha Days, or the Ross check-out girls’ crazy metallic green eyes. He notices. And he loves it.

Because we have found that Lucy sleeps much better when Eli is out of the room, he has been sleeping in our bedroom at naptime.

A few days ago, I caught him with my make-up bag which is now out on the dressing table in our bedroom. He had been told NOT to get into it, but he looked hilarious, so I took a picture of it, took the makeup away, scolded him with my “big girl voice” and told him to go to bed. End of story.

Till yesterday.

Yesterday, while I was working with some women at the program, dad put the kids down for nap. Or so he thought.

I came home, and after a few minutes went in to check on Eli. The boy had the makeup. And he had gone to town. It was worse than the time in Portland when he got a hold of my spray foundation and covered his naked body and the walls of of our walk-in shower with the ENTIRE can. Note: that stuff is greasy as doesn’t come off of shower tile well.

He not only emptied the can of spray foundation, but he experimented with EVERY piece of make-up in my bag….which is pretty extensive thanks to my make-up artist friend Erin. His arm looked like he was an African…thanks to a heavy coating of mascara. He really painted it on good. And, his face looked like a cross between an African warrior and a lemer. He tried everything…eye shadow, eye liner, face powder, blush, bronzer, color matching foundation…you name it. And then, he must have gotten bored and decided to paint on my comforter….NOT AWESOME either. For the record, color matching foundation bleaches out fabric. Just in case you ever need to know.

Anyhow, he is quite repentent, and has been asking me things like:
“Mom, what can I do that you love?” “How can I make your heart happy again?” “Mom, I’m sorry I did your makeup” “Mom, you don’t have a blanket now huh?” “Mom, can we still go get me a special toy”…..and so on.

Just in case the lesson hasn’t sunken in quite yet and the boy gets another make-up urge…I’m back to locking it up again. Most of my make-up was salvagable, but it might not make it through another Eli episode.

The boy needs some paint and an easel already.

Chicken Proof Doors Only Work When Closed.

Like so many other things in life, we only get out of things what we put into them.  I may have the most chicken proof door possible, but if I leave it wide open….it doesn’t do much good.   I’ll let the pictures do the talking. 
Eli screamed here use my water bottle daddy.  Get it.  Cook it, Cook it.  How about we pet it and let ig back out side instead?

Eli screamed here use my water bottle daddy. Get it. Cook it, Cook it. How about we pet it and let it back out side instead?










Out you go.

Out you go.

Nothing to be scared of here.

Nothing to be scared of here.

Everyone like a friendly chicken right?

Everyone likes a friendly chicken right?

On a completely unrelated note….the kids finished their first few days of school and they seem to be really liking it so far.  As promised, here’s their sports day uniforms.  Looking smart, as everyone says around here.
Ready to rumble.  On their first sports day they got to go swimming.  Pretty good start, they had a great time.

Ready to rumble. On their first sports day they got to go swimming. Pretty good start, they had a great time. Ian, out.

Here’s some thoughts from Anne today:Somewhere along the line when Eli was a baby I found a great little journal book that helps you record the funny things kids say as they grow up. It’s a great little book with pockets and great suggestions on where to keep paper and a pen so you can avoid missing the best comments.It seems that Lucy has far fewer funny grammatical error comments than Eli did at this age. She is a very verbal kid who can already express things like, “I feel fus-tated” “E-yi hurt my feelings” “E-yi call me bay-bee. I not baybee!” “E-yi I don’ like you touching me!” All said in a very husky and LOUD voice. Generally followed by screams.The liitle journal book advises that some of the best comments from kids can be collected in the car. This is true. We’ve had most of our philosophical and deep conversations in the car.Yesterday Eli asked how God created the world. Followed by: “What are we made of?” I replied with a straight, “The dust of the earth which God blew in to” rather than snipes and snails and puppydog tails….In the car on the way to school today Ian told Eli he wanted him to learn the name of one kid at school so he could tell daddy it when he came home. True to the task, Eli learned a name.Pole. Pole? We finally figured out that he was trying to say “Paul”. Imagine his British teacher saying, “Paul” and you can see how it ends up “Pole”. Eli has already named him, “The naughtiest boy”. That is funny with a british accent too. I asked, “Why is he naughty” to which Eli matter of factly replied, “God just made him naughty”. I asked if he had to go sit in the naughty chair. Eli shrugged no…..which was followed by the following whispered comment, “I was a little naughty too.” He wouldn’t elaborate on what being “a little naughty” was.Guess that will give me something to chit chat with the teacher about this weekend at the school bazaar. I’m quite interested to see what a school bazaar looks like in Kenya. I’m hoping for cute crafty African type things…but we’ll see.  Anne


Only in Africa

Look what mommy found...she scared him.

Look what mommy found...she scared him.

Daddy brought it home.

Daddy brought it home.

Eli wants to keep him and name him Hedgy.  Sorry, maybe we'll hold out for a pet with fur.

Eli wants to keep him and name him Hedgy. Sorry, maybe we'll hold out for a pet with fur.


Chocolate and dogs

Today was a busy day.  I was awakened to the sound of packing tape being pulled out of the tape holder and crumpled.  But that is not the story.  This is what I saw when I walked into the kitchen:

advent found in trash

advent found in trash

Yes, this is Eli’s advent calender  in the trash can.  You can see it wouldn’t fit.  Today is only the 7th, he SHOULD have 18 days left to open.  Nope.















Here’s the best part.  This is where the advent calender should have been:

Lucy's calender is still up high

Lucy's calender is still up high

The cost for 1) getting the calender down without permission and 2) eating it all……Having to watch Lucy do her calender for the next 18 days, by herself.  Priceless.
Today was also a big day because we took our beloved 2 Boston Terrier dogs to their new home today.  A single gal from Ian’s work was thrilled to take them in and love on them for us.  I would have waited until the last possible week, but Ian thinks that it is better to do the transition early so we don’t have so many losses at once.  So, we took some family photos, Eli and Lucy gave hugs, and we took them for one last walk in the new neighborhood.  Eli and I both cried in the car when we left their new neighborhood without them in the car (not that they didn’t try to sneak back in…totallyheart wrenching!).  Lucy said she “miss them” and Ian had sad eyes too.
Bye Toby and Sherman….we will miss you!  We hope to have a play date with you soon to see how you are doing without us.