Desert Gills

Before T departed for a brief trip to see her mom, Ir received a briefing on 'house rules to help Dad follow.'  About half-way through the briefing she requested a paper to write all these things down, and conscientiously unfurled it for me yesterday.

Just as pro-wrestling tag-teamers all try to enter the ring at the same time while the ref is distracted, these kids seem to be well on their way to victory.  Momma doesn't have a chance...

We're sun protection... um... professionals

 In addition to 'chest,' last week Daddy converted one of his circa 10 year old (ie antiquated) PDAs into a gaming platform for metroid and free downloadables, thus providing hours of fun.  Ir calls it the 'Wii' and Emmett calls it the 'Iphone.'

Its great to be back safe with the fam.  But Ir approached me this week about a problem she and E had been having.  Seems I had taught them the game of “chest” (sic), a little too perfunctorily.  As she described it, E and she had gotten into a pattern that made the game not very interesting to play together.  “Whoever plays white always wins.” “Why is that?” “You see, because white gets to go first.  And the piece that makes an L [editor: the knight] can jump over pieces, right?”  “Right.”  “Well, white just makes a Bi-i-g L with that first piece in the first move and kills the enemy king.  So whichever of us is playing white always wins.” I think we have to go over the moves again.

I am looking forward to being back with these guys in 2 days.

Several of my travelling buddies. We've had a great time together and with 300+ other medical workers across Africa here in Kenya