Rainy season

Anyone who knows us knows we love rainy season. The rains mean playing outside while it pours and drinking hot chocolate. Now that we work in a different area that requires us driving into the region, rainy season means a few more things, not all quite as enjoyable. 

Enjoying the victory of narrowly missing the downpour that followed us out of the village.

We had a steep learning curve with our car and the mud. Pretty much every trip we took ended up like the picture below. Hopefully, this next year, with knowledge gained, we will do better. The sand/dirt of the fields turn into what is like quick sand when wet and it is nearly impossible to get out. Even with our huge jack and special traction pieces, we had difficulties and twice had to be pulled out by another 4X4. The first few times of being stuck were fun and an adventure. After it kept happening, it lost its appeal. Below was the last time we were stuck for the season and the boys were just over it. We were walking the field as we waited and I heard one of the boys say, "We might as well just start digging our graves." The kids were troopers, though, through the many times of being stuck. It's not like they had places to sit and get a cold drink while we waited, it was just outside, in the sun, surrounded by fields of corn and wheat. This is just one of the ways I'm reminded so often, esp in this new role, that the kids are really apart of this, too. They have to be willing to serve as well. Thankfully, they are.

Rainy season does mean hanging out in the house and playing games. Brett and D made a make shift chess game with medicine bottles that were at the house.

The mud is especially fun out in the village. The boys were all in it. Deep in it.

I don't even know how to comment on this picture, but I sure do love it. :) (And, yes, he has on underwear. We have moves past the days of being naked in the mud).