The Crumptons

August 18th, 2008 Posted in Uncategorized | No Comments »

As usual I left with plans to write at least one post while on our trip, but that never happened. And this one has been longer in coming than I planned too. But here I am, and more importantly to some, here are some photos.

We didn’t make it to South Dakota as planned, but we got to go to NY to see my family after all. Another highlight of the trip was seeing some good friends who have been in the Middle East as missionaries the past four years. Man, and we think we have it hard here in this town spreading the gospel!

Here is Alistair experiencing his first trampoline jump with some friends in Illinois

At the big party for Keith where Alistair went swimming for the first time. It wasn’t his favorite.

While in Chicago we walked down to the Oak Street beach with Aunt Caroline and Lydia. Alistair loved the sand and the seagulls.

Still grumpy from his vaccinations

Here is Granepa showing Alistair the joys of vegetables.

So now we are here again. It is pouring rain. Alistair is still drying off from his romp in it. He is looking across the courtyard at Flash saying, “no, no, no.” Flash got huge and is now rambunctious chewing jumping thing.

Two things I noticed that are new in American culture (and maybe they aren’t new, but they only just now stood out to me) one, this hairstyle of pinning hair back which I tried out until Adam said that the hairstyle looked the person had spent too much time in the wind. The other thing is the phrase, “it’s a God thing.” I suppose this phrase has been around, but it seemed like I heard it everywhere I went. Maybe it’s a God thing.

And just because he is so cute, here is Alistair relaxing in the beanbag chair. He is wearing size 3-6 mo. pants. They are of course too small, but I still put them on him, just because he looks so funny in them and I get some big laughs out of it. Adam thinks it’s disgraceful, but he is still too young to understand why Mama is always so happy when he wears his “small pants.”

It’s that time again

July 21st, 2008 Posted in Uncategorized | 1 Comment »

We leave tomorrow morning for the United States of America. The day begins like this:

7am- on the road to Orizaba to Alvaro’s house. We eat breakfast with the family then he will take us to the bus station and store our car for us.

9am- Bus leaves for Mexico City Airport

3pm- Plane leaves for Detroit

11:30pm- Arrive in Detroit

It is going to be a long day.

Alistair is still sick. No fun for him or his parents.

I have a million things to do, but is it hard to do any of them with a big grump who is only content to sit on my lap.

July 15th, 2008 Posted in Uncategorized | No Comments »

Finally I am here again.

More photos of VBS: Here is song time. It rained every morning except the last one, so we finally got to go outside.

Piñata madness- there’s Adam on the roof swing the piñata

Waiting to fill up her bag with candy (This little girl has 13 sisters, most of whom came with her)

The little kid class

Alistair with a piece of piñata on his head

It went well I think. I think our highest number was around 27 kids. We are going to start Saturday kid classes to follow-up. Some grandchildren of one of our “irate” neighbors came, and later I saw them showing their wordless book to her.

Two guys on the team Adam works with were going to come live with us. Adam and Marcus left Friday night for Puebla to pick up one of them. Adam got home really late, and instead of bringing home a man, he brought home this:

We had been talking about getting a dog to protect the house, but this was sooner than I expected! I’ve never had a dog ever in my life, and pretty much my only contact with them has been to get away as fast as possible or at the very least pat it gingerly on the head before backing away slowly trying not to let any fear rise up (since I heard that dogs can smell fear, and when they do, they will bite). However, so far I have been enjoying having a little dog that I even go so far as to pick him up. Alistair likes him pretty well. He seems a little mystified at having a dog living in his house. (Oh, and the guys got an apartment instead of living with us).

The puppy’s name is “Flash,” but “Flop” would be more appropiate since he sleeps all the time. He is a mix of bull terrier and German pointer.

Here are the three boys

Marcus brought us a big branch of these bananas called “apple bananas” because they are so short and fat and have a slightly different taste. Alistair absolutely loved them. He ate about 5, then another 5 or 6 the following day. That night, he started crying and holding his hind. He had a horrible rash with welts and then the diarrhea started. (I thought bananas were supposed to stop you up??) So no more apple bananas. He won’t eat regular ones. Poor guy is so sad though. He still asks for them.

Here he is on his banana binge:

We are leaving for the great city of Detroit next week. Flash is going to stay with Marcus. His daughter is counting down the days until he comes and has renamed him “Hunter.” This is going to be a busy week getting ready to go. I have a lot of lists to make, so I better get started.