with Daddy gone
With Daddy gone life around here is different.
Sam has aquired a fear of going to sleep. This happens both at night and during his afternoon nap. He has explained to me that there are some small kitties that live in his airconditioner (the only light on in his room at night) that want to bite him. And he needs me to pray that he’s gonna have peace in his heart. With Daddy gone both boys have ended up in Mommy’s bed before morning every night so far.
Getting around is also a more cultural experience. This afternoon we took a taxi to the pool. Moumouni (always very helpful) walked us (and carried Nata) to the road. We hailed the cab and all three piled in the front (yes that’s right…. two small boys and a mommy in the front seat together). In Niamey, taxi drivers don’t pick up one person at a time and take you directly to your destination. They start and stop again, piling as many as will fit. You could say it’s not the express train. We made two stops, saw two camels, listened to a heated debate in Djarma, and answered a cell phone call from Grandma (in which I quickly explained I couln’t talk) all before arriving at the pool. Without Daddy’s car here, getting around is an adventure.
Mommy is enjoying her boys. They’re both really changing. Last night Nathaniel crawled up into his kiddie camping chair all by himself. He was so proud he gave himself a round of applause. Today at the table Sam said, “Mom are you kidding me? I’m not kidding you, Mom. Sammy sis! [serious].” They’re both so funny. Without Daddy, mom is 100% focused on the kids.
The food is more kid friendly. Hot dogs, mac and cheese, and dinner at the pool. Mom’s not spending a whole lot of time in the kitchen with Daddy gone.
We miss our Dad. And when he comes back, things will feel more normal.
road scenes around Niamey (so that you can imagine our taxi ride)….

The time stamp on the above picture is not correct. My mom took it in May of this year.









