

wishing we could toast....

I go out walking, after midnight
Out in the moonlight...
Upon getting Alli's first school uniform today.
ME: Wow, Alli. I think I may cry.
ALLI: Why are you going to cry Mommy?
ME: Because you are all grown up.
ALLI: I will hold you and that will make you feel better.
BIG HUG
ME: Thank you Alli, I love you.
ALLI: I love you too. Mom?
ME: Yes Alli?
ALLI: If you don't stop crying, I will have to put you in time out.
and Scene.
look who got busted at the Consulate and held up at security - the charge - WAY TOOOOOOO CUTE!!!!!!
In my attempt to not stand out any more than possible in Saigon, I have gone and gotten myself a bicycle.
As if my tall, freckled, redheaded self was not already shocking to the Vietnamese people, nothing like adding a bell and some speed to my persona and BAM! Hello Vietnam!!!!!
I hadn't been on a bike for probably 20 years or so and I beg to differ with the person who coined the phrase, "it is like riding a bike". Needless to say, a helmet is forthcoming.
The district where we live has nice wide open streets, and it is great to get some added exercise while exploring our neighborhood or running to the market for gummy bears and wine with Alli (you figure out who gets what).
It has been a rough couple of days for the members of Operation Soothie. Allison went on a sleep strike and stayed up the entire first night and skipped her nap the next day. Since then, she actually did pass out and has had 2 fairly successful nights of sleep and 2 fairly successful naps. I am proud of her because I know it was a hard thing to give up, which is obvious from these pathetic and endearing pictures.