So... when we go to visit. People touch our kids. They love Haven's hair.
Hold Pierce, until he cries. Feed our kids snacks. That's Haven's arm sticking out from behind that lady.
Some neighborhoods are housing developments. They are ok. But this tiny street is what happens when kids inherent land from generation to generation. You end up with hundreds of cousins in a tiny little space. This is the kid of neighborhood it's great to be adopted into. You become part of the family and learn a lot of language and culture.
The big new 8 lane road next to our house. It connects the city to the airport in a straight shot.
People drop by for a visit.
My "little sister's" CUTE little boy. He turned a year old the day Pierce was born. And he's my little (but no longer little) buddy's brother.
Time to feed the chicken.
Toy cook stove with little tools just like the real ones only smaller. The girls love it.
