Saturday, January 29, 2011

Why do mosquitoes buzz in peoples ears?



Does anyone remember reading this book as a kid? Why Mosquitoes Buzz in People's Ears: a West African Folktale. I remember having it read to me in preschool in the 70's and I am not sure if it was a popular book at the time or just part of my particular Montessori school's reading list. It was a book I remembered reading but not one I sought out to reintroduce to my kids. In fact I don't think I thought about why the book was written, until recently. My experience with mosquitoes while growing up in Washington was limited to a camping trip or two every summer and slapping them on warm summer evenings at a family BBQ. They were a nuisance, but limited to dusk in short summer.

Since moving to Matagalpa, I now understand why the West Africans had a folktale about mosquitoes buzzing in people's ears. I write this blog at 3:45 AM on a Saturday. I do not wish to be awake right now. I am awake because I got a mosquito bite on my finger that was itching so badly I couldn't sleep. I kept trying to go to sleep, only to be dive bombed by a mosquito right by my ear. If you have never had this happen (and I hadn't till we moved here) it is one of the most irritating things, particularly when trying to get to sleep. Your body is all relaxed and then you hear the almost comical buzzing of a mosquito right by your ear. Joe has been known to sleep with earplugs in or to burrow under the sheets to get to sleep. Those tactics have failed me tonight.

So, according to West African folklore, those darn mosquitoes are buzzing in my ear because they are asking if I am still angry at them for lying. Unfortunately answering doesn't make them stop. That question is going to God when I get to heaven. Why mosquitoes? But for now I will attempt to get a little sleep before the sun is up...

Monday, January 17, 2011

A new project....







I haven't been blogging enough lately and I am going to use this as my excuse. Right around the first of the year a friend told me about a photography project called 365 Project (www.365project.org) where you take one photo everyday for a year. You can start anytime and document a full year. I thought that if any year in our life would be an interesting one to document 2011 would be it. We started the year in Matagalpa viewing scarecrows stuffed with firecrackers on New Year's Eve/Day and in May we will travel back to the US find a house to rent, a car to buy, and hopefully by the end of the year be settled back into a "normal" life in Renton with our family and friends. I also really want to have some cool pictures of our time in Nicaragua and this project gives me the excuse to get out there and do it everyday. Knowing that I have to post one picture on the website and eventually it will be in a photo book for posterity is a good motivator for me.

I don't have a great camera. I have a Casio Exilim 10.1 megapixels point and shoot camera that I found (literally) before we left. It replaced our Cannon Powershot because it's smaller and lighter and doesn't need real batteries. So because my camera isn't great, I have begun playing with photo editing software. I have been using Picnik.com mostly because I find their site easy to use and I like the effects that they offer for free. I have also been reading their blog posts highlighting Picnik users and seeing what others (much more talented than I) are doing with Picnik. It's been fun to see how people think outside of the box when it comes to photography.

So this is why I haven't been blogging much lately. Feel free to keep up with me on the 365 website. http://365project.org/runnergirl131/365/2011-01 I will be posting everyday (or at least catching up every 2 or 3 days). I am trying to take pictures of the things around us here in Matagalpa and the kids too, when they let me.

Things are going well here for us. Joe is doing some website development for some triathlon companies. The kids and I are doing school and looking into volunteering, in some capacity, with a program called Familias Especiales. FE serves the families of children with disabilities here in Matagalpa. They train mothers to reach out to other mothers with children with disabilities and encourage them to come to the center where they offer physical therapy, school, recreational activities and education for the parents. The center has the only park built for children with disabilities in Central America. My kids love the park. They also run a yogurt making business, a repair shop where they keep the park maintained, fix and build wheelchairs and fix anything that they can. They run a recycling program (unusual in Nicaragua, unfortunately) where they process the recyclables and use them to make piñatas, gift bags, cards and other crafts to sell. These business employ people with disabilities. This is a great program in a country where people with disabilities are likely to stay in their houses. We are hoping to be able to work at the center but we aren't sure how. Right now it's summer vacation in Nicaragua so school doesn't start again till early to mid February for most schools so we won't be able to work until school is back in session.

That's what we have been up to. Check out my photos on the 365 site and hopefully I will blog sooner than later. http://365project.org/runnergirl131/365/2011-01

Oh, and in reference to my last post, I am on day 29 of my Bible in a year reading plan and 7.3% complete. I am a little ahead of schedule and it feels good. God is good!

Friday, December 31, 2010

New Year's Resolutions...


I am not inspired to set very many resolutions this year but there is something about a new year that makes turning over a new leaf desirable.

We have been "doing church" online every Sunday at www.lifechurch.tv for a while now. When we were in San Juan del Sur we tried attending a couple of local churches but the services were long and our comprehension short. The kids weren't enjoying it (and neither were we) and we didn't want them to have a bad taste about church or Nicaragua (especially so early in our trip) so we stopped trying. We moved from SJDS to stay with friends in Jinotega and had the privilege of joining them for church in their home two Sundays in a row. They had an English service in the morning and it was such a blessing to sing in English and to hear the message and understand it. They also had a Spanish small group in the evenings which we got to attend as well. We had some help translating and having the message given in Spanish by a native English speaker made it easier to understand. We had a chance to visit Granada and attend 7:00 AM Thursday Men's Bible Study which starts at 8:30 and includes women and children (I love Nicaragua!!). The Bible Study included worship, in Spanish, and a message given in English and translated to Spanish.

So when we settled into our house in Matagalpa we had had enough spiritual refilling to remember how much we missed it. Joe decided that we would watch church online every Sunday. I was less than enthusiastic because I thought we should try some local churches here, but I agreed. I was also afraid it would be hokey and there would be pressure to give financially each week (I believe wholeheartedly in tithes and offerings but I don't like manipulation). I was so pleased with the first message as it spoke right to me and where our family was (God's cool like that). The kids all sat through and listened. The message was clear and simple but deep as well. I figured we caught them on a "good week" but we watched again the next week and we all got a lot out of the message. Again, my kids were all attentive and demonstrated a true understanding of the message. And so it has gone, week after week. I have come to realize that it is a high quality, not manipulative, Christ-seeking "church" and I can stop waiting for a "bad message" and sit back relax and worship the Lord.

I never thought I would feel that way about church, where I can't wait till Sunday, when it's online, but I do. I was so excited to be able to see the "bonus" Christmas Eve service. Our family has been truly blessed and I can see continuing to watch every week, even when we are in a "real" church back home.

The beginning of a new year is a great time to start a "read the Bible in a year" plan. I know this because I have "started" one several times (always at the beginning of the year). Lifechurch.tv has their own Bible software called youversion and they have lots of different translations available online as well as numerous reading plans. There are read the Bible in a year, two years, read it twice in a year, a chronological plan, a cover to cover plan, the gospels, Psalms and Proverbs, even a weekend free plan. Every plan they have can be altered to the time frame you desire. They also have a "Catch Me Up" feature that will divide up the remainder of your reading over the remaining days. There really is no excuse to fail. So I decided to jump on the bandwagon, again, and attempt to read the Bible in a year. I chose a plan that gives a mix of old and new testament and keeps my weekends free (to catch up, if I need it). I am on day 5 today (I started a little early) and I love it! I didn't read at all yesterday but I decided to read 2 days worth today. It is really manageable. Now I have 2 days off for the weekend, but I don't think I will take them off, I don't want to.

So reading the Bible in a year, I said it, now I have to do it.

I don't really have any other "resolutions" for the year. I am looking forward to living out the remainder of our trip here in Nicaragua and experiencing all that God has for me. I would like to lose weight, but I am less obsessed with food since I have been here, so I am not too worried about that. I would like to get a regular exercise routine going. But for the most part I feel very blessed. God has taken a difficult trial in my life and turned it into an adventure. My kids are doing great. My husband is happy and healthy (and 20 lbs lighter, but I'm not bitter). I am learning more and more what it means to rely on God for everything and my heart is lighter for it.

I hope 2011 is a year of good things for you and your family. Happy New Year!!

P.S. If you are interested in a Bible reading plan go to http://www.youversion.com/reading-plans/all

Saturday, December 11, 2010

The Food We Eat...





Food. It's a pretty important part of our lives. Our family had some pretty strong opinions about food when we came to Nicaragua. Here's a rundown on our food idiosyncrasies.

Joe. He will eat pretty much anything. He turns his nose up at something not because of how it tastes but because of how unhealthy it is or how he feels after he eats it. He's pretty easy to please however a compliment on a meal doesn't mean much coming from him.

Joey. This kid has always had peculiar tastes. He has a love for white bread and sugar unrivaled by other 12 year old boys, however some of his favorite foods are balsamic vinegar, pico de gallo, a nice green salad, Brussels sprouts, bacon, seafood of all kinds and meat. For much of his early childhood he refused to eat tomatoes or tomato based foods (pizza, spaghetti, etc.) or melted cheese (mac n cheese, grilled cheese, etc.). He has been a tough kid to feed a regular kid menu as he never really liked most of those typical "kid friendly" foods. He'd rather go to a steakhouse (wonder where he gets that...read on).

Bridget. She is pretty adventurous in that she will try most things but unfortunately that doesn't translate to her liking most things. It does make her a relatively good dinner guest though, and for that I am thankful (especially after Joey). She does not like seafood at all (she gets that from me), but she will still try it (she does not get that from me. I don't care how good that salmon is, it still tastes like salmon, which I don't like, so don't waste it on me). She doesn't hate much but she is not fond of rice.

Gus. Oh where to begin with Gus? Gus is a boy who loves to eat! This is the kid who never outgrew the eating every 2-3 hours habit as a baby. He is constantly starving and always needs more. Does that translate into a kid who is easy to feed? No. Gus doesn't like textures. He doesn't like rice, oatmeal, or potatoes. I am sure there are numerous other similarly textured foods he won't eat but those are the big ones that we serve regularly at our house. He also doesn't like beans of any kind (guessing it's a texture thing too). So what does Gus eat? Fruit, and lots of it!! I had to buy a stacking fruit bowl and an overflow bowl to keep enough fruit to get us through between grocery store visits. This kid will plow through a 3 pound bag of satsumas in a sitting and ask "what's for lunch?". The first thing he learned to say in Spanish class was "Yo tengo hambre." (I am hungry). The second thing he learned in Spanish was "Yo necesito comer" (I need to eat.). He will eat 3 or 4 bananas in a sitting. He loves apples, oranges, pineapple, mango, kiwi, persimmons, peaches, pears, cherries, berries....if it's a fruit, he'll eat it. So even though he's a picky kid, I can't complain too much about his choice of indulgences. What he loves, he loves passionately and what he hates, he hates passionately.

Me. I like food. I guess I could be called a picky eater. When I was little and went to my cousin's house to play, my aunt would frequently have me play through dinner. Since I never liked what she made, she gave up offering. I was not the welcome house guest sort of eater. My favorite foods as a kid were teriyaki steak (this was in the late 70's before teriyaki was on every corner) and marinated sautéed mushrooms. My mom didn't love to cook and as we got older we ate out a lot or fended for ourselves. The result of eating what you order (instead of what your mom puts on your plate), isn't a tolerance for mediocre food. I like my food to taste good. I don't particularly like to cook, but I do like to eat good food and since eating out every night isn't feasible, I had to learn to cook food I like. Over the past 15 years of having my own kitchen, I have come to like my own cooking..

Our family came to Nicaragua open to eating new foods. We ate mostly vegetarian at home as I didn't cook meat so having meat was a treat for our kids (and Joe). We used that as a "carrot" for the kids encouraging them to look forward to our travels. Joey made the comment before we left, "I would like to have more meat in my diet". I cringe a bit thinking that my kids' reintroduction to meat is occurring in a developing country, but it's worked out well enough.

The kids have taken to eating with gusto things they would have turned their noses up at home. Joey's favorite thing I make here is "Survivor Soup", named so because we ate it while watching Survivor in San Juan del Sur. Everyone is enjoying my Nicaraguan "mac and cheese" (made with cujada, which is similar to goat cheese, and shells, white wine, tomatoes and basil). We have homemade "dedos de pollo" with garlic mashed potatoes about once a week. I have also figured out a pretty good tortilla soup. What is interesting to me is that even though we are eating meat again, the amount of meat we are eating is so much less than we would have eaten at home. For our family of 5 I make 2 chicken breasts for our "dedos de pollo". At home I would have cooked at least 5 chicken breasts. The soups that I make usually include 1 chicken thigh and leg for the whole pot. I guess that it is close to the way the Nicaraguans eat meat and even less than the "pack of cards" recommended for a healthy heart. While I would love to go back to eating vegetarian at home when we return, I am pretty sure this trip has changed how my kids will eat. I will have to make "Survivor Soup" and "dedos de pollo" but I am pretty sure I am going to add some pinto beans to the tortilla soup and dial back the chicken even more. The "mac and cheese" is pretty good as it is.

I am grateful that my kids' palates are being stretched here and they are rising to the occasion. Last night I made lentil soup for the first time in Nicaragua and while the kids made their opinions about the soup known while it was cooking, once it was served they ate the small portion I gave them (with a big portion of salad) without a single complaint, even from Gus!

Joey LOVES soup nights and raves about my cooking. Bridget keeps plugging away not raving about my cooking but not complaining either. And even though I put potatoes in the "Survivor Soup" Gus doesn't complain about them anymore and actually eats them. So we are eating differently, with less variety and the funny thing is that my kids are complaining less and enjoying food more.

Monday, November 22, 2010

I am a runner...


I have been running for over 6 years. Prior to running, I dabbled in exercise by going to Curves about 3 times a week, but I didn't feel like I was getting much out of it, other than creating a habit. While I was working out at Curves I met one of the trainers who had run a marathon with a charity organization and as a mentor she was seeking other runners or potential runners. It wasn't long before I went to an informational meeting and signed up to raise money for the American Stroke Association and train for my first half marathon run.

I started running long runs with the team. Our first "long" run was 1 mile, then 2 miles, then 3 miles. We increased our mileage by 1 mile each week and once I hit 4 miles every run was my "longest run ever". I wasn't fast, but I felt such a sense of accomplishment when I reported my mileage to my husband every Saturday. He was genuinely amazed, especially when I got to 7 miles and beyond, as those distances were unthinkable. I was training for the 2005 PF Chang's Half Marathon in Arizona but I decided to run the Seattle Half Marathon about a month before the Arizona race. I needed to know I could do it before I got on a plane and flew to Arizona. So I signed up. I ran the Seattle Half Marathon in 2004. I teared up as I heard the Chariots of Fire theme song playing and then I saw the finish line and I knew I was going to make it. Then I saw Joe and the kids cheering for me and it was almost too much. I left for Arizona knowing that I could do it.

After 2 successful races, I was hooked. This half marathon thing is pretty fun. As much as I liked the charity group I was running with, year round fundraising is more than I wanted to commit to. So I started my own Saturday morning long run group. Over the past 5 years runners have come and gone but every Saturday you will find me there. I think of a long run like I would a leisurely trip to a coffee shop with friends. You can get a lot of life figured out in 8-20 miles. You can talk about anything on a run. I've talked with friends about medical issues, relationship struggles and parenting dilemmas. Every topic is fair game on a run. I have shared some of my darkest times and some of my highest highs on the trails with my friends. It's not hard to get together with friends, when you are training for a race, if you do it on the trail. Every Saturday morning you could find me running long with friends until...

We moved to Nicaragua. Eleven days before we moved to Nicaragua, I completed a Half Ironman distance triathlon (1.2 mile swim, 56 mile bike, 13.1 mile run). I gave myself permission to take it easy, recover from the race and the move. It was a good thing too because it was averaging about 90 degrees when we got here and 95% humidity. I didn't run the first week. The second week I ran once, then I got bronchitis. I felt zapped and decided to take it easy (not run through it like I would at home) and try to get better. It was 4 weeks before I felt well enough to run again. I ran 3 times that week. Then I got a urinary tract infection and was out for a week. Then I ran 1 or 2 times a week for a few weeks, then we visited friends in Jinotega (no running for 2 weeks) then we moved to Matagalpa. I ran twice the first 6 days we were here. Then the next week we went on vacation back to San Juan del Sur and Granada for a week (no running) and then back to Matagalpa. So my running has been less consistent than it ever has been. It's not ideal, but it's OK.

But I am supposed to be training for a race. Before we left for Nicaragua, one of the things that I was really having a hard time saying goodbye to was the Seattle Half Marathon. It's the Sunday after Thanksgiving and a great time of year to be a runner in Seattle (IMHO, I know I have friends who don't agree that running in the wet cold is fun). I did it that first year in 2004 and I have done it every year since. I have run it in the pouring rain, the snow (which turned into pouring rain), and in the most beautiful fall Seattle weather you can imagine. I love that it's hilly and I can run it in long sleeves and a hat. I just love that race! I was really having a hard time "breaking my streak". I can easily see doing this race every year for as long as my legs will go. I remembered that the Seattle Marathon has offered a race for active military serving in Iraq and they run the same day and they get a special shirt and medal. So I picked up the phone and called the Seattle Marathon office. I asked if I paid for the race, if they would let me participate by running in Nicaragua and still getting my shirt and medal. They readily agreed and even offered to mail my medal and shirt to Nicaragua. So I am registered for a half marathon next weekend. My longest "training run" prior to Saturday was 6 miles (and I only ran that far once). This Saturday Joe and I ran 8 miles here in Matagalpa checking out 2/3rd of our race course for next weekend. Man it hurt. I even fell when I tried to run on the "shoulder" and started to twist my ankle and had to crash land. I bloodied my knees a bit too. Fortunately I was upright when we caught site of 3 vultures on the side of the road about a mile later! But there is nothing like the day after a long run and a fall to make you feel old. But next Sunday I will get up early, pack my race food and drink, remember the possible bathroom stops I scoped out this week, and run 13.1 miles. Why?

Because I am a runner! I only truly realized this when I stopped running. Running is part of who I am. I now know that I can take a break from running and still be a runner. I can get injured and take care of myself and still be a runner. I don't need to fear "getting out of the habit". I can take each day in Nicaragua as it comes and still be a runner. I don't really know what the next 6 months will hold for me but I do know that when I get back home, I have friends who are waiting to run with me and they will be patient with me if I am not as fast as I used to be. We will have a lot of catching up to do...

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

A Vacation from our Adventure...???






So we left for San Juan del Sur last Thursday to celebrate the 9th anniversary of San Juan del Sur Biblioteca Movil with our friend Jane and others. So we hopped in the van with 7 of our newest friends for the 4 hour ride to SJDS. We got in Thursday afternoon and met up with Jane and 50 6th and 7th graders from Colorado who have been preparing for this trip to Nicaragua for a year. They did fundraising and planning and learned some Spanish and prepared activities that they would run for 500 kids during the library celebration. They were a cool group of 7th and 8th graders. We also enjoyed getting to chat with the teachers and principals that agreed to take 50 middle schoolers to Nicaragua for a week. We got to break bread with them and hear what they thought of Nicaragua.

On Friday afternoon Jane was preparing spaghetti and meatballs with our friend Heather and a couple of hotel staff members. They were preparing to make meatballs out of 20 lbs of ground beef. The gas oven was lit but apparently the element didn't fully ignite and when someone opened the oven door the gas that had been collecting in the stove ignited from the stove and exploded blowing people into cabinets and walls and blowing out 2 ceiling tiles above. It was only and explosion and not fire so the damage was only bumps and bruising and serious anxiety. We brought all the meat and ingredients for dinner up to Jane's house where we continued to prepare the rest of the meat, make spaghetti sauce (Jane's special recipe: one of each kind of sauce available in the store in town plus one can of crushed tomatoes), make garlic butter without a garlic press (my first time ever peeling and mincing 4 heads of garlic all in one sitting), make garlic bread and stuff 9 piñatas with candy for the celebration the next day. Then we got to eat spaghetti with the middle schoolers for dinner.

Saturday was the library celebration. There were 9 piñatas, one for every year of the library's operation, one each hour. There was traditional Nicaraguan folk dancing, about 20 different free activities for the kids (brought by the middle school students) do and take home. There was music, games and general fun. There were so many kids there who have been impacted by the library. It is such a great part of the community. They have English classes available for adults in the evening and they host numerous activities for kids before, during, and after school. I am so thankful that Jane had the vision to make a difference. The celebration was an opportunity to recognize kids and adults who are reading the most. In most houses in America kids have more books than immediate family. In Nicaragua kids have more immediate family members than books. The library gives them the opportunity to read a variety of books.

Then we went to a special dinner after all the Saturday festivities. We were tired on Saturday night. On Sunday morning we rested, it just felt right. We let the kids play at the beach as we watched them from our hotel balcony. When we called them back they came. We had dinner with our old neighbors at the local pizza joint. We went to bed early on Sunday night after packing our bags in preparation for our Costa Rican border crossing on Monday morning.

On Monday morning we went to drove down to the Costa Rican border (about 35 miles from SJDS) with someone we met in Jinotega. She is a nurse and has been down in Central American for over 20 years. She took Gus' stitches out for me, so I didn't have to. We did as much research as possible on how to get from Nicaragua to Costa Rica and Costa Rica back to Nicaragua but nothing ever goes quite as planned. We need to leave the country every 90 days. There is a lot of misinformation about how the process works and if you ask people, it doesn't always go the same. We ended up making it down and back in about 5 hours. It was stressful and I am so glad we aren't going to have to do it again before we leave as we will get a 3 month extension in Managua the next time (in February).

After our less than pleasant border crossing we had lunch in SJDS and then headed to Rivas to catch the "Chicken Bus" (apparently so named because they are likely to have passengers with live chickens riding them). The "Chicken Bus" is an old US school bus that is colorfully painted and lovingly cared for by the owner. They are very affordable. The ride from Rivas to Granada (about 1.5 hours) is 25 cordobas (about $1.25). But they pack the bus! We got on early and sat in the hot bus but that meant we had a seat. People get on the bus while it is parked selling water (in a bag, Joe bought one) juice (in a bag), chicken, tortillas and coleslaw (in a bag) and various other Nicaraguan food items. Also for sale on the bus were underwear (men's, women's and children's) socks, remote controls and bandanas. The bus left Rivas with several people standing. For about 45 minutes my shoulder was in a man's groin (I was uncomfortable but he didn't seem to notice). Bags and packages are stored on top of the bus. We saw aluminum roofing being loaded on to a bus next to us and 50 lb bags of rice or beans are normal as well as costco sized packs of toilet paper. We had a large luggage that would have cost 10 cordobas (about $.50) to store on top but Joe wanted it with us on the bus but the baggage handler told us it would be "expensive". How much? 20 cordobas. Our bag rode with us not with the rice, beans and toilet paper. So the full bus left Rivas and picked people up along the way. Needless to say we survived but I am very glad Joe has made the trip a few times solo so he knows the ins and outs of the Chicken Buses.

In Granada we met with the friends who let us stay with them for 3 nights. I finally got to meet the family that I emailed with during our fact finding stage. They have an 11 year old daughter and a 12 year old son. We went to "7:30 Men's Bible Study" which includes women and children and starts at 8:00, only in Nicaragua. It was wonderful though. All the singing was in Spanish and the Bible Study time was done in Spanish and English. I definitely felt the Holy Spirit in that place!! I wish we had something like that in Matagalpa!

Today we visited an old fort that was built in 1748. We walked about 20 minutes to get there only to find that it was closed. There was a maintenance guy working and he told us he would let us in for 5 minutes as long as we didn't climb the towers. It was really cool to see something that was built 250 years ago that is still standing. The middle structure of the fort had walls that were breaking away and you could see the original straw and mud that the bricks were made with. After the fort, we headed to the Granada cemetery which is huge and amazing. We took some cool pictures but I can't upload them yet. I hope to add them to this post.

After that we came back to the house and then went out for lunch with our friends. After lunch Joe took the kids back to the house while I went to the grocery store with our friends. As we were walking back to the house with groceries, Joe called to say that when he and the kids arrived at the house, there were 3 guys standing out front and when he was unlocking the door to the house he heard banging on the roof. When he went into the house he saw a guys foot coming down into the atrium. He yelled at him and the guy took off (along with the 3 guys in front of the house). Very scary! The kids were with him too.

So tomorrow morning we get on a bus (should be nicer than a chicken bus) to Managua. Managua is the capital city of Nicaragua and everyone we have talked to about Managua says it's not a good place to live, it's dangerous, it's scary, stay away from the bus terminals (and that's just the Nicaraguans). So I am hoping all goes well. We are going from Managua to Matagalpa.
After flying rocks, exploding ovens, stressful border crossings and attempted break ins I am hoping this last leg of our "vacation" is smooth and I look forward to sleeping in my own bed tomorrow night!!

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Later that day...





I didn't think I would be posting again so quickly but the adventure continues...

I spent the early afternoon blogging my thoughts on living in Matagalpa (on Notepad in the house as we still don't have Internet). As I was working, the boys played outside. I noticed it was alarmingly quiet so I went out to check on them. They were playing nicely outside and I told them that such quiet play was usually indicative of something wrong but all seemed good. I went back inside knowing all was well.

About 45 minutes later I heard crying, and more alarming, Joey yelling for me. Then I saw a site no mother ever wants to see. Gus crying hysterically with his right hand covering his right eye and a generous amount of blood coming from under his hand. I ran! Joey was apologizing profusely that it was all his fault and that Gus had been hit in the face by a rock attached to a rope (the full story was not necessary to assess that this was not good). I took him inside to clean off the blood so that I could see where it was coming from. I went to turn on the water...no water. I used a clean cloth and purified water (probably a better choice anyway) and was able to determine that he had a gash about 1.5 inches long right next to his eye. Then Bridget came in and screamed and said "oh my God, he's bleeding!!!" which was not really helpful. I sent her to her room. Oh, did I mention that Joe was gone at a cafe (not certain which one) using the Internet and was scheduled to be back between 30-90 minutes later? I wasn't sure if he needed stitches but I was quite sure that my Spanish wasn't good enough to take him there, in his current state, with Joey and Bridget. So I sat him on my lap and rocked him in the rocking chair to try to get him calmed down. He was in pain, and it was genuine but he was also scared because a large rock had crashed into his face. I was able to get him calmed down by singing to him (I am pretty sure that my voice is only soothing to my offspring). Then I decided that I needed to try to track down Joe. The neighbors were not home but I had the plan of explaining that I needed to call Joe and asking our neighbor to call the 2 cafes that I thought he might be using and see if he was there. That didn't work. Then I decided to look up the number for the cafes and I would attempt to ask if he was there. I grabbed a phonebook and started looking up the first cafe, Cafe Latino. I found 7 listings but none of them listed a city. There was a truck parked outside and I took the phone book to the man sitting in the truck and told him in Spanish that I needed the number for Cafe Latino in Matagalpa. He was able to look in a completely different section of the phone book but it wasn't there. Back to square one.

So we had to wait. I put some Neosporin on it with pain reliever and kept singing to him. I told Joey and Bridget that they needed to not scream and freak dad out when they saw him but just tell him that mom needs you and Gus got hurt. Bridget kept a constant watch on the street. I kept singing. If it had been in San Juan del Sur I would have sent Joey and Bridget out together to check the few places he might have been but we don't know Matagalpa enough and I didn't need my 2 kids lost in a new city to add to my adrenaline levels. So we waited.

Eventually, about 45 minutes after the incident, Joe came home. He was pleased that I didn't freak out but told him that I needed his opinion. He decided rather quickly that he wanted to take him to the emergency clinic, which was only 3 blocks away. It was 10 minutes after 5:00 when he arrived so we got to pay the "after hours" fee.

Joey went with him, feeling responsible for what he did. About 10 minutes later Joey came home to tell me that they were going to give him 4 stitches. I asked if dad sent him home. "No". "Does dad know you came home?" "Yes". I later found out that the cleaning and numbing of the wound proved more than Joey could handle and he left. I also found out that Joe had to ask them to wait as he was getting queasy watching, and Gus was having a really hard time. But when all was said and done, it was $36 for doctor fee, emergency visit, stitches, and eye drops.

Once we saw what his face looked like in the evening, I have no doubt we would have ended up at the clinic that night. The cut was just a small section but his face was hit with a rock. I am very grateful that I went to bed knowing that his vision was fine and his cheek and bone weren't broken. So now we wait again, for the swelling to go down and then the bruising to go away.

I had plans of having the kids' pictures taking this weekend for our Christmas cards, but I think I am going to hold off until we can see both his eyes...

I will let Gus explain for himself how the incident happened. (see video)
And feel free to read Joe's take on the situation at www.joehafner.com

Gus would love to hear your comments.