Life on the Mekong and Other Rivers

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Monday, January 15, 2007

Jack and Mali together in the van.

They were quite good during the day, lots of sleeping, looking at stuff, blowing bubbles, grunting (in Jack's case, at least), and otherwise behaving like perfect little babies.

Night was an altogether different story. Jack was a bit of a problem child, and we heard Mali was too (and heard Mali from time to time). As such, by Monday morning, we were all pretty tired.

Use #34 for the stones. Very uncomfortable pillows. Yeng Tor didn't tell us about that one.

One happy family...two jars.

And the group again. Mali has progressed to sitting forward in her baby bjorn. Jack can only dream of such a day. With a huge melon head like his, it's going to take time to build up those neck muscles.

The Dan Bischof baby hold. Sure, other people might have thought of it, even perchance used it, in the past. But it was our embassy colleague Dan, father of three, a kind of baby whisperer if you will, who introduced us to the magic of holding your kid upside down, stomach on the arm, your hand in the crotch to provide leverage.

Calms them down in a pinch, or when you are waiting around for 80 minutes in a one room airport for your flight home.

As the plane was coming in on approach, a truck left the terminal to take two airport employees out to shoo the cows away from where they were grazing, on the side of the runway. Then they stuck around to make sure they didn't wander back towards the runway before we left. God bless those men and the work they do.


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