Facebook knows that I live in Indonesia, because, well, I told it that I do. So now I get fun Indonesian ads. This one popped up in my feed the other day, so I thought I’d share it with you.
It’s a super special recipe for a strawberry and cheese sandwich.
The recipe calls for bread (obviously), blue band (which is like oily margarine. We use it as a shortening replacement…if we’re desperate), strawberries (where are they finding these strawberries???) and cheddar cheese. Sounds delicious?
One of the less glamorous parts of Nathan’s job is getting fuel. The fuel trucks are not able to drive over to the MAF property to fuel our planes, which means the planes drive over to the fuel trucks. Sometimes Nathan will do multiple fuel runs in a day and dump the fuel in our reserve fuel tanks.<
Before our furlough, Nathan spent his fueling time chatting with the fuel guys. And apparently while we were gone they were asking the other MAFers when we coming back and if we had a baby yet. So, now that we are back, we decided to take Elias on a fuel run so that the fuel guys could meet him.
Elias and I are ready to go! (Although he doesn’t seem so sure)
Driving down the runway.
Elias does a seatbelt safety test while we wait for the fuel guys.
Meeting one of the fuel guys!
Indonesians love babies and Elias is no exception. Everywhere we go people pinch his cheeks and tell us how handsome he is!
Sigh…our photo upload issue has resurfaced.
Here’s a brief photo description summary of life, without photos (you’ll have to use your imagination):
Photo 1: Elias being totes adorbs.
Photo2: My first project with my Silhouette machine!
Photo 3: Us being super excited that the Marxes are coming home on Saturday!!!
One upon a time, Nabire was the land of slooooow internet. Were we grateful to have internet? Sure. But we live in a fast-internet dependent society (not Indonesia…but we kinda live in two worlds, ya know?) and so the slooow internet was frustrating.
AND THEN, MAF bought us this awesome sauce VSAT system so that our internet would be better. Not record breaking speeds, mind you, but muuuuuch better than before.
And then on Monday night, it went kaput. And that’s the thing about having your own VSAT: you can’t just call the internet people to come fix it, you have to fix it yourself. Nathan has taken on the role of Nabire’s IT guy because, well, someone needs to do it, and why not him? He likes techie things.
So, Nathan spent the better part of two and a half days troubleshooting and figuring out what was wrong with the VSAT.
You will not be surprised to know that my handy hubby-pie figured it out (some kind of cable connection thingy) Parts were sent from Sentani, and wahlah! Internet is fixed.
So, there you have it, not only is Nathan a spectacular Husband, father and pilot; he is also a VSAT guru (although I’m not sure he would claim that title) (by the way, “Guru” is the Indonesian word for teacher…but I don’t mean teacher in this case, I mean guru…is that how you spell it? Who knows…oh my rambling brain.)
A few weeks ago, in the non-uploadable phase of blogdom, Elias and I did some fingerpainting with the young kiddos on base.
Truth be told, Elias was much more interested in playing in/eating the dirt than fingerpainting, but ya know, that’s life when you’re 1.
The other kids were more successful in their fingerpainting…
The paints were kinda goopy, but when left out to dry, they did set quite nicely.
(notice the dirt mixed in to Elias’ painting)
Many of the fingerpaint recipes I came across called for sugar, but we already have trouble with ants so I kept looking. Finally, I found this recipe for fingerpaints that is totally edible and without sugar. According to Elias, it’s quite tasty, especially with a bit of dirt mixed in (but this kid also eats dog food, so I wouldn’t necessarily trust his palette)
Do you have any fun ideas for activities with littles? I’m always on the lookout!
A few weeks ago, Nathan flew into the village of Turumo. The airstrip there was closed in 2010 because it had fallen into disrepair. But now, after 4 years without air service, the people have been working to have their strip reopened! This is Nathan with a few of the Turu men
One year ago today (today as in, March 10…not today as in March 11…because it’s already March 11 in Indonesia. But it’s still March 10 in America…where we were a year ago. Confused?), we were anxiously awaiting a phone call from our adoption agency to tell us that our baby boy had been born. My phone did not leave my side. My heart skipped a beat every time it rang.
And then, on March 12, a glorious day indeed, at 9:15 a.m., my phone rang, my heart skipped a beat and it was the agency! He’s born! He was actually born the night before while we slept (putting his birthday on March 11). I called Nathan. We rushed (bags were already packed). We went to the agency and did a bunch of paperwork (“sign on the dotted line and he’s yours!” Best. Signature. Ever.) And then we made the e t e r n a l 4 hour drive to Pocatello to meet our baby boy.
And the rest, as they say, is history.
What a crazy year it has been. Elias has fit right into our family. He has travelled all over the U.S. and the world and been such a champ about it. He has made us laugh and cry and lose a lot of sleep. But man, is it ever worth it! He’s a treasure. My little boy.
We are ever so grateful for the woman who gave him life and then selflessly gave him to us. How can we ever fully express what a gift he is?? There aren’t enough words. But if you, dear woman, happen to be reading this, thank you. One gazillion times thank you for this little boy that now owns a piece of my heart.
What is this magic?? A photo! Uploaded! Yipee Skippy!
Many, many more to come (hopefully, knock on wood…semoga, please!)
These are two of Elias’ favorite things: Daddy and Doggie (Piper).