This is a long one, sorry......
In the last couple of days I've had 2 different conversations with Maggie, on the fly, that I really wish I'd had time to prepare for. BUT when you have a 3 year old I guess you only have so many chances to prepare.
We've been talking about Uncle Vadim a lot, because on Sunday he graduates at Camp in Alabama and gets to head home. Maggie can't wait to see him, she adores him and has really been missing him. The first conversation started something like this....Mom, did Uncle Deem crack-out of your mommy in Russia (apparently she knows he's from Russia) or a different Mommy? I quickly decided the truth was the only way to go with this one...So I told her that Uncle Deem was born with a different Mom, but that she didn't know how to take care of him and she wasn't a nice mom, so she left him at the hospital. She had lots of questions, why wasn't she a nice mom?, where did he live?, was it fun at the orphanage? and my favorite "Mom, I love Uncle Deem, why didn't his mom love him?" From the mouths of babes...I wish I had an answer to give her for that one. We talked about how it was sad that his family in Russia didn't take care of him, but that we were really lucky that now he gets to be a part of our family. In the end, she seemed content with the conversation, I'm sure as she grows there will be lots more questions, it's a hard thing to understand.
The people who work here are amazing, they're truly great to our kids. They cater to us constantly, adore Maggie (and Grace) and we spend so much time around some of them that they just truly feel like our 'community' when we're here. It's often easy to forget that their reality is SO much different then ours. As far as jobs go in this area, they have it good. They're well paid and well taken care of, relative to other locals, but everyone here is poor. There isn't much luxury in their lives and most of them work 6-7 days a week, 10-15 hours a day. The other day, Cecy (the Spanish teacher) commented that the outfit Grace had on was the cutest baby outfit she'd ever seen. I said something like, I wish your daughter was younger, I'd give it to you because Grace is about to pop out of it. She quickly commented that her niece lives in their house and she's only 5 weeks old. The next day Maggie and I took her the outfit. When Maggie gave it to her, she cried. Maggie was really confused. On our drive home we talked about how people here just don't have as many nice things as people at home, and that Cecy was just very appreciative of the gift. Again she had lots of questions, I was concerned about how to answer them, because I wasn't sure what she would repeat. We talked about how fortunate we are and that we have to remember that we have a lot and it's our job to make sure we help to other people, and one way we can do that is give people things they need. Later in the day, she disappeared into the bedroom, I went to find her and she was getting her clothes out of the drawer. I asked what she was doing and she said she was going to give her clothes to Cecy too...I told her how proud I was of her for doing something nice, but that her clothes were going to be way to big for the kids at Cecy's house. Then she asked if we could give her some more of Grace's clothes. Last night we went through all Grace's clothes and pj's and anything that was tight (or will be soon) we put in a bag to take with us today. Cecy was beside herself and Maggie was very proud (and I was very proud of her). As my girls grow, I look forward to teaching them to care about other people and to be compassionate to the needs of people around them. How often do we ignore someone who would cry at the simple gift of a used baby outfit?
Anyway, besides having deep philosophical conversations, everything is still going great here. Today things were back to normal, Grace was happy and sleepy and Maggie was great. Today was supposed to be Maggie's last day with Cecy, but when I picked her up, Cecy asked if she could have her again tomorrow. I agreed, it will be nice to have a little time to pack, and decide what to take, leave and throw, without Maggie trying to "help." And Maggie was so excited that she was bouncing off the walls.

Maggie took this picture this morning because Grace and Baby Chocolate Milk were "dressed" like twins??

"Come on Mom, Cecy and Elizabeth are probably waiting for me."

Some of those wonderful people who work here that I mentioned above. Elizabeth is on the right side of the picture, Cecy is in the middle, and the "Green Guy" is Edgar. He was singing and dancing to make Maggie laugh. She told him, that if he was her dad, she'd tell him he was embarrassing :)

Grace had a nap with a view today. Some other people had one of the "green guys" set up a pack n' play by the pool, so after they left, we used it too. She had a great nap while Maggie swam.

One of the zillion jumps she did today.

I tried to take some "real" pictures of the girls today, how could both the baby and the 3 year old know to stick out their tongues at the same time! Only my kids!

There were tons of crabs on the beach tonight, I've never seen that many before. Maggie was chasing them all over.

The happy little beach girl.

This is Maggie's "the water is coming" stance. She says, "Mom, make a wide base and get low." It's almost like she spent last week with a basketball coach or something.

Little Miss Gracie is 4 months old today. I can't believe how fast it's gone. I also can't believe how BLUE her eyes look in this picture.
Okay, enough for tonight. One more day of beach bliss and then it's back to reality.
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