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Hi baby Noelle!

We spent a week with her in the NICU

all hooked up

We finally brought our sweet girl home and have delighted in watching  her grow and change and become the precocious,       funny, busy, silly, dancing, loud, outdoor loving, sister adoring, independent, outgoing and precious little three year old that she is today.

so sweet

bathtime for chubby

Noelle and Gramma Oregon

chewin' on keys

ONE!

ooooops!

Buckets of fun

Smiley girl

TWO!

Beater eaters

Pig tails

Smoothie

Beach Beauty

A tinkerbell birthday party!

I'm THREE!

So thankful for every minute of every day that Noelle is part of our family. What a joy and blessing this little girl is!

WE LOVE YOU NOELLE!

Daddy brought home two kites!
We went to a park with Gramma and Grampa Oregon to fly our new kites and it was FUN! My favorite part of the whole day was when my Daddy had to climb up high in a tree to get the kite out. Mommy took some pictures and here they are….

Faster Daddy

This is the coolest thing ever!

...up to the highest hight...

Gramma, look at my kite!

Uh Oh...my kite got stuck in a tree and Daddy went after it just like a monkey...and he got it!

 

I'm on top of the jungle gym

Playing in the sand

Noelle is two years and two months old and a total riot!

She runs everywhere she goes and pumps her little right arm to grandiose proportions. The loud slap, slap of her feet on the tile floors precedes her big entry into whatever room she’s heading. She’s got these big beautiful eyes that look up sweetly as she says “peeeeese” (please) and those same big eyes produce some big tears and lots of snuggle time when she’s sad. Noelle is my wake up slowly, snuggly time on mommy’s lap is high priority little girl. Temper? Yes! Foot stomper? Yes! Usually both feet alternating. Seeing how Samara never stomped her feet and neither do Micah or I, we’re not sure where she picked that one up. Noelle is just starting to talk more and she mixes her English and Portuguese together. “Mais juice por favor” or “Sis brincar with me” lately she’ll come into the kitchen grab my hand, look up and say “mahahn.” This mean come on!! She’s blessed with a kind of deep and super loud voice.
Noelle’s favorite person in the world is Samara or “Sis” as she calls her. They are super great playmates, and it’s fun to listen in to the conversations they have while playing together. Noelle loves to “go out” for walks. She is always picking up sticks and rocks and stuffing them into her pockets. She is forever thrusting handfuls of flowers in various states of mashedness into my hand, and she has reminded me just how cool ants really are. The cupboard in the kitchen where the mixer lives makes a little squeak. When Noelle hears me open that cupboard she comes running, knowing there will be beaters involved. Noelle loves to wrestle and rough house and climb all over her personal jungle gym, aka. Daddy. Noelle gives the BEST hugs ever, and always kisses people on both cheeks. This little bundle of laughter and energy brings endless giggles and noise to our home and joy to our hearts!

Samara is four years and one month old and is a very sweet and very busy little girl.

dancing

She wakes up with her mind already full of the things she want to do. Play dress up, make a pretend cake, dress dollies, organize her closet…so much fun to be had that she has to get going right now! No time to snuggle for this girl, time’s a wasting. (never was a snuggler, more like holding a bag of antlers) Samara skips everywhere she goes and usually has some sort of song on her lips. Many of them are original compositions in either English or Portuguese. Samara is creative and is forever making up games like “tumble bumble” where we take all the cushions and pillows from the couch and cover the floor then “tumble and bumble” in them. She loves to draw and color and practice writing the alphabet and her name. We do lots of crafty things that involve glue and glitter and buttons and markers and stickers. As she says “I’m pretty good at making messes!” Samara is happy to stay home and play, often not wanting to go out, but always ends up having loads of fun finding bugs, and beetles and pretty flowers on our walks. She likes to “help” mommy around the house and is a great little window washer and laundry folder. Being a big sister makes Samara pretty important around here, she totally loves Noelle and is a very sweet, protective if often bossy big “Sis.” Samara loves stories, and we have lots of books that are well worn. She also loves for Micah or I to make up stories or tell her stories about when we were kids. I once told a story about a little horse named Sparkle and I’m certain I’ve now told hundreds of Sparkle stories as he has become her favorite character. Having devotions in the morning is something Samara never forgets, running to place her little Bible on the table at breakfast time where we spend a few minutes reading and praying together. She often likes to “read” Bible stories to us or to her grandparents via Skype. Dressing up in her princess or ballerina clothes always brings out the dancer in Samara and it’s off to crank up the music and twirl around the living room, usually sweeping Noelle up in the excitement of dress up.

Two girls, so different in so many ways and yet so special and dear to one another and to me. I would love to add some more little ones to our quiver… but God knows better than we do and thus we trust Him and are overwhelmingly thankful for these two sweet, busy, happy, silly little girls that we are blessed to be entrusted with. I thank God for every smile, giggle, tear, pout, fit, hug and moment that I get to be their Mom.

A couple days ago, I got home from about 5 days of meetings at a camp 45 minutes outside of town.  When I got home, the idea of “daddy” was once again a novelty, and I got to play dolls, push little girls on swings and everything else I had been missing for the previous days.  Then, at bath time, Noelle came tearing down the hall, naked as could be, yelling “papai, papai” (Daddy, Daddy).  After Marla took her back into the bathroom, I followed her.  When she saw me again, she jumped from Marla’s arms into mine.  Then she put her arms around my neck and squeezed for a long time saying quietly “papai, papai, papai.”

Then on Sunday, after church was over, Marla and I went to pick up the girls from their Sunday school class.  As their class is in an old converted house, we could look in the room from one window, and see what was going on.  Posted at the other window like a sentinel was Samara waiting to catch the first glimpse of us as we rounded the corner.  I could see that clutched in her hands were the two gram crackers that she had been given.  She had broken each cracker in two separate pieces, so that she clutched four equal sized crackers in her hand.  As we picked her up, she carefully distributed one cracker to daddy, one cracker to mommy, one cracker to Noelle and one cracker for herself.  Her teacher later told us that she had been saving those crackers during the whole class… just so that she could share with us.

How I wish a picture could fully capture such moments

                     There is an orphanage here in town that is sponsored by the church that we work with.  Many of the short term mission teams that come to Brazil spend time doing work projects around the property.  But mostly they love to come and play with the kids.  There are about 30 kids there now and they live divided in 5 houses with house parents/mothers.  The kids are from 10 months to late teenage years.  Few are true orphans the others have parents who are incapable (drug addicts, in prison…) of taking care of the child.  We have spent time at the orphanage when work teams are here and lately I’ve been taking the girls over on Saturday mornings just to play.  We usually show up as the kids are finishing up their chores.  As we start to play on the playground kids wander over and before I know it Noelle is in the charge of three or four “mothering” 8-12 year olds and Samara is giggling and testing out her growing Portuguese vocabulary.  I love to just sit and watch the kids play, to have Elle come and hold my hand and, to have Erik ask me to take pictures of him doing “stunts”, to hear their laughter and to have a pocket full of candies to hand out.  Below are just a few pictures of these sweet kids.

getting dizzy

Erik the stunt man

Who says that carting off piles of leaves isn't fun?!

Samara and her new friends playing house

Crutches smutches...I cruise pretty fast with my plastic chair

Finger fencing championship of the world!

A little help

It wasn’t “I’m sorry Micah,” or “It’s already been a week since we’ve last seen you, I miss you and I’ll jump right in the car for the hour and a half drive to come get you:” it was “I’m going to have to miss the game!!”

I won out in the end and she  loaded up the girls and tuned in the radio for the drive.  In truth I was/am happy that she’s enjoying this World Cup season and she can now talk intelligent soccer with the ladies at church (yes I’m serious… this is Brazil after all).

Below is a picture of Noelle’s latest feat.  We call it “hey, I can look out the window now all by myself!”

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Group from Belo Horizonte Church in Londrina

Samara and Isabella

Then we got another phone call from Andressa and Marlon and Wesley and Rosianne saying they wanted to come visit for the weekend.  These are two couples that were in Micah’s discipleship group and became some of our closest friends in Londrina. Marlon and Andressa are married and expecting a little girl in August. Wesley and Rosianne are getting married in October.  So again we were blessed by time with special friends who we love and who love us and really love Samara and Noelle.  

Tooth brushing buddies

Wesley and Noelle

"decorating" Rosianne's hair

breaking in our Churrasco (bar-b-que)

Telling us the story...The directions said to "mix by hand" when Micah turned around Marlon was doing just that!

SUPER special people we like

The biggest reason that Samara and Noelle like to go on walks is to visit all the neighborhood cats and dogs

This little puppy is their favorite, he's not yet been trained as a guard dog so he loves our visits

overflow seating at the bus stop

It’s very normal to see large fancy homes

next door to not so fancy homes

The sidewalks here are pretty uneven, full of tree roots, broken concrete and holes, so pushing a stroller can be quite a workout.

In the five block radius that we normally walk I believe that we are one of three houses that does not have a dog (some have four or five). Here dogs are much more than the family pet, they are an important part of people’s security systems so you never hear someone tell their dog to “be quiet” or “stop barking.” I understand this but at 3am when the whole neighborhood chorus gets going…well you can imagine how understanding I feel.

We often see people going door to door selling things

Broom vendor

Corn on the corner, unfortunately not like the sweet corn we love in Oregon.

taking a rest on a brick

headed home

barbed wire, razor wire and an electric fence

beautiful poinsettia growing on the gate next door

Thanks for taking a walk with us this afternoon, hope you enjoyed this little taste of the neighboorhood

Of all the sacrifices it is to live in Brazil, perhaps none has been as great for Marla as living without peanut butter. They do have peanuts here in Brazil, but people here haven’t developed the taste for peanut butter so it is almost impossible to find. And when you do find it the in the import section of some supermarkets, the jars are small and so ridiculously expensive that we’ve never bought it. So until recently, the gift of good peanut butter was something only a visitor could bring.

Oh don’t get me wrong, I did try to make some. I’d first buy the peanuts, then I’d roast them. After roasting them in the oven, I’d take each one of those red papery skin things off of each peanut. Then I’d roast them again. After their second roasting, I’d put them in a mini-food processor and blend them up adding oil and salt. The process took about 2 hours to yield about 2 cups of peanut butter.

But then about a month ago, I saw in a health food store dry, roasted, salted peanuts, without the little red skins. Oh my goodness, how my heart jumped. Not only did this store have salted peanuts, but they had unsalted as well. Sooooo after trial and error, I have discovered that 1.3 kilos of unsalted peanuts (that I have to roast again) + .7 kilos of salted peanuts + a cuisanart + about 40 minutes of work yields almost 5 pounds of delicious peanut butter for about the same price as you can buy it at Cosco! Oh how God is good, and life can go on!

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Wake up to sunshine

Two hours to…

Feed girls

Pack lunches

Gather snacks

Scrounge warm layers

Fill thermos with hot chocolate

Find sleds

Hit the road

Two hours to…

Drive up to Mt Hood’

Pile on the layers

Hike to the hill

One glorious hour of…

Sled rides

Throwing snowballs

Watching spectacular crashes

Enjoying the beauty of the day

Before…

Samara was “fwozen”

Noelle was bleeding (and screaming) from a rogue sled accident

Samara had to go potty

Noelle was hungry

So…

We hauled everyone back to the car

Strapped crying kids into seatbelts

Filled sippy cups with diluted hot chocolate

Rubbed cold toes and hands

Handed out blankies and

Sighed as tuckered out little girls fell into sweet sleep

Two hours…

To drive home

One hour…

To clean up and put everything away

Memories…

That will last forever

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