A special thanks to Mark and Kelly Hewes for all of their help with this video!
Elias is talking a mile a minute now-a-days and I love hearing how his little brain operates by the things that come out of his mouth.
“I spilled my tummy!”
Looking at the vacuum cleaner:
“Who dat robot?”
His first joke:
E: Knock, knock
Mommy: Who’s there?
Mommy: Bathroom who?
E: uhhh, pooping!
After learning to tun on the shower:
“I turn rain on!”
A conversation in the kitchen:
Mommy: What are you doing, Elias?
Mommy: What are you making?
E: A mess!
Nestled high in the mountains, Lumo is a beautiful place. It has sweeping mountain views that pictures don’t do justice. And though it is gorgeous, it is always the people that find their way into my viewfinder.
We are not hikers by any means, but we did take a short little family jaunt down by the river while we were in Wamena last weekend.
Nabire has beaches and sunshine, Wamena has cool air and mountain views. Both gorgeous in their own way.
The engineering on this bridge is a little iffy, but it’s been getting people across the river for years!
Relaxing by the river. (Uncle Doug and Aunt Karin accompanied us on our walk. Elias loves them.)
Our little monkey on a wire.
I can hardly believe Elias is two! He seemingly turned into this little person overnight, but oh-so-slowly.
His second birthday didn’t exactly turn out as planned. We were supposed to return home from Wamena last Friday, but due to unexpected delays in the inspection, we didn’t fly home until yesterday, Elias’ birthday. What two-year-old wouldn’t love an airplane on his birthday? I know one that was super excited about it!
Once home, after nap time, we made some cookies together “for my birfday two!” (or maybe “too”…who knows!)
And then we went out for dinner where he had his very own “special juice” (pineapple juice)
He also got to open a gift from his Grandpa and Grandma in Illinois.
It was not the day we expected, but we had a fun day anyway celebrating two years of our sweet boy’s life!
Happy Birthday, Elias Tate!
Truth be told, I wrote this blog post last week while we were still in Wamena, but due to poor internet connection, I have not been able to upload it until today …
We have left the beachy, tropical Indonesia that I know this week to head up into the mountains of Wamena while Nathan does an airplane inspection. All of this cool air and panoramic mountain views could almost have me believing we’ve left Indonesia all together, but alas the stores full of rice, green bean cookies and Indomie (fancy Ramen noodles) have assured me that I don’t need to pull out my Passport just yet.
On our way here, we stopped in the swampy village of Doufu. I always wonder when we’re there, why people would ever choose to settle in this hot swampy land, but there they are, living in their houses on stilts above the marsh. The people there are said to be “keras” or hard. Friendly yelling is their main form of communication as far as I can tell. It is literally like stepping into another world.
We have now lived in Nabire for two years (with a little 18 month interlude in the U.S.). I have lived in this home longer than any other home during my married life. So, it’s home. Our little home sits on a little base near a little runway by the sea in Nabire, Papua, Indonesia.
These are things that we see everyday that perhaps I have never showed you before…
Ok, I admit, this is not really a “fair” picture to star out with because Elias and I do not see this everyday, but Nathan sure does! That’s the ocean ya’ll! The ocean. I never in a million years would have imagined that I would grow up to live so close to the ocean.
This is our water tower. Yep.
But you know what’s awesome about our water tower? It pumps water up from a deep, deep well. The water is clean and drinkable, right from our tap. Most people in Indonesia cannot boast the same thing. Clean water is a blessing.
An old basketball hoop.
The pondok. Elias and I sit under this pondok everyday. We have snacks, we do crafts, we swing on swings.
This is the basketball court and my laundry line in the background. The court gets really slippery when it’s wet and overgrown with moss and algae. My bruised tail bone has warned me to walk around it from now on when it’s wet. Elias sure does like to play in the giant puddle that forms on it after a good rain shower though.
The fuel gudang (gudang is the Indonesian word for warehouse, garage or storage place. Once upon a time, when only Cessna 206s were flown from Nabire, av gas was bought in drums and stored here. Now we store some random gas, diesel, left over av gas and who knows what else.
If you were a passenger on MAF, this is where you would come to check in. The old Quonset hut on the left is a WW2 remnant where all the cargo is stored. The other part of the building is where ticket sales happen, there’s a passenger waiting area and a bathroom.
So, there ya go! A little sneak peek into our everyday.