Friday, July 31, 2009

Happy 1st Welcome Home Day, Sunflower!


"The Perfect Orange", an Ethiopian Folktale

told in English by, Frank Araujo, PhD

Once, in the mountains of Ethiopia lived an orphan girl named Tshai. Because she was sincere and generous, her neighbors loved her dearly. One morning Tshai went out into the orchard by her hut. She saw a big, bright orange. “A perfect orange!” she cried. “I must take it to our ruler, the great Nigus.”

Tshai plucked the orange, put on her whitest shamma, and started for the city.

On her way, Tshai passed by the great house of Ato Jib, the Lord Hyena.

“Where are you going, little girl?” called out Ato jib.

“To the city with a perfect orange,” she replied.

“Give me the orange, and I will give you a gourd to carry water,” said Ato jib.

“No,” said Tshai. “I am taking this orange to the great Nigus.”

Ato Jib laughed so hard he rolled on the ground. “What a silly gift,” he said. “You must take the Nigus something precious, like a gold cross or a rare jewel.”

Tshai ignored his laughter and went on her way.

In the city, Tshai found the royal palace. “I’d like to see the great Nigus,” she said to the Agafari, the Royal Chamberlain.

The Agafari scowled from behind his handsome moustache. “He majesty is very busy,” he snapped.

“I only need to give His Majesty this orange,” replied Tshai with her biggest smile.

The Agafari’s face softened. “Very well,” he said and he showed Tshai into the throne room.

“Welcome,” said Nigus. “How may we serve you?”

Tshai gave a curtsy and said, “When I saw this perfect orange, I thought it would be just the right gift for Your Majesty.”

The Nigus accepted the orange with a smile. “It is a perfect orange, My daughter. We thank you greatly. Now what do you wish in return?”

“Nothing, Your Majesty,” Tshai said.

“But you have pleased us, My daughter,” said the Nigus. “Take this purse of gold.”

“No, thank you, Your Majesty,” replied Tshai.

“Then have a casket of jewels,” he said.

“I need nothing,” said Tshai. She bowed and left the room.

When Tshai left, the Nigus called his Agafari. “The little girl refused our gifts,” he said. “Go and choose one our finest donkeys. Put this purse of gold and this casket of jewels in the saddle bags. Then follow and give her the donkey.”

The Agafari ran with the donkey until he was out of breath. Finally, he caught up with Tshai. “Little girl,” he said, “His Majesty wants you to have this donkey.”

“For me?” she said clapping her hands. “Please thank His Majesty.”

The Agafari lifted Tshai onto the donkey’s back and waved good-bye.

When Tshai passed the house of Ato Jib, the hyena’s mouth popped open. “Where did you get that donkey?” he asked.

“His Majesty gave it to me,” Tshai said, and she continued on her way.

Ato Jib’s eyes narrowed. “A donkey with full saddle bags for an orange!” he muttered. “What would the Nigus give me for my cattle and lands?” Dashing off, the hyena wrote out a deed for his lands and cattle. Then, he put on his finest shamma and set out for the city.

Ato Jib arrived at the palace. “I am an important fellow,” he said to the Agafari. “I have cattle and lands to give to the great Nigus.”

The Agafari frowned and stroked his great moustache. But then he smiled, nodded his head, and let Ato Jib in. Ato Jib’s nose brushed his sandal as he bowed before the Nigus. “Your Majesty,” he said waving the deed, “I am pleased to give you all my lands and cattle.”

“These are great gifts, Ato Jib,” said the Nigus. “What may we give you in return?”

The hyena drooled and bowed again, this time banging his head on the carpet. “Whatever Your Majesty deems worthy for my humble offerings,” he replied.

The Nigus smiled. “We will bestow on you our most prized possession. Here, good fellow, we give you this perfect orange.”

When Tshai reached her village, her neighbors ran out to admire her donkey. One of them looked in the saddle bags. “Look,” she cried. “His Majesty gave you gold and jewels.”

“What a surprise!” cried Tshai. “Friends, please help me celebrate this good fortune.” They prepared a great feast of injera, wat and zighni. After dinner, Tshai played a song on her krar, and they all ate oranges for dessert.

Monday, June 15, 2009

J and Camellia Bushes at the Botanical Garden










Wednesday, June 10, 2009

If you are a girl,


have a girl ten or over, or are the husband of a girl, you should watch this video.  

Many of you know that I've started a photography business lately, and through that I've screened a lot of picture manipulation software, like Photoshop, Lightroom, etc...  The things a person can do to a digital image are endless.  I read a great photography book lately by a guy who did-and was now past- the Photoshop thing and was back to using film because he was disgusted at how fake imaging had become.  The art, he felt, was lost.  I use film and digital cameras.  I manipulate pictures.  I turn color into black and white.  I fade eye wrinkles in portraits.  I deepen the blues of the sky, and move shadows to more convenient places by manipulating exposure.  But this video, and the 5 minute one by Diet.com that is after it on Youtube, reminded me how dangerous Photoshop can be to our girls.  To me.  To my daughter. 

Please know that any model you see on the cover of a magazine has been seriously Photoshopped.  You can't look like that no matter how hard you try.  They pay people to sit all day and push buttons to make teeth whiter, eyes bluer, skin tighter, lips fuller, thighs slimmer and necks longer.  Yes, these buttons are there; I've experimented with them.  Photographers-be responsible.  There's little girls out there who aren't getting the message at home that God made them beautiful, in His image, and that inner beauty is eternal.  They're turning to our images for the definition of beauty, so let's at least give them something realistic to look at.

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

Beautiful J with his crayons




Our weekend away



My mom came into town, and Tim and I got a weekend away at the beach.  It was the first time we'd had away from kids for more than a few hours in four years.  We were long overdue for some kid-free time!  We swam in the waves, read books on the shore, went shopping, went to bed when we wanted and got up when we wanted.  It was lovely!

There's a consignment store I love in the beach town we frequent, and I was showing off my new green $2.00 shoes, but really it looks like I'm showing off my wonderful "tan" from the beach that day!  Obviously, it didn't hurt until the next morning!

Mom had a lot of fun with the kids while we were gone, and she can come back anytime and do it again!

Dad-this one's for you!  These houses were everywhere along the beach!

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Finding your sport

and your favorite hat.  
J.'s a little attached to this yellow cap lately, and most days he can be found in the backyard, sporting this hat and hitting wiffle balls.

For a tiny five year old (he's in the 50% for a three year old), he really does show immense aptitude for baseball.  He consistently hits the ball pitched to him from 30 feet away (sometimes over the opposite fence). He hits fly balls and grounders. His form is perfect; he throws well, and he's learning the terminology.  We don't do organized sports (other than gymnastics, which is more base-line skill building for all other sports) this young, but we'll keep working with him at home, and I'm sure in a couple of years we'll find ourselves at little league games on Saturdays.  He excels at gymnastics too, by the way.

Sunflower's Best Friend

Papa and Mimi bought Sunflower this penguin for Christmas last year, and she is rarely caught without him.  She squeals when she sees him, gives him big hugs, talks to him, and demands his presence when she lies down to sleep or is sad. 
Sometimes, she puts him down to dance.
The few steps that she takes unaided are often accompanied by him.

And she loves him so very much!  It's the toys we least expect that have the greatest impact, isn't it?  (We pray he's indestructible and continues to survive his weekly washing machine tumbles!)

Friday, May 15, 2009

We don't have a green screen





but we have a blue wall that we like to be ridiculous in front of. (Yes, yes...In front of which we like to be ridiculous, but really?  Who talks like that?)  We didn't even know J. had the camera on when he took most of these, but he did alright!

Tuesday, May 05, 2009

Tiramasu






That's what I think of when I see this delicious dark chocolate face.  He had a rough week with his asthma and a fever.  He wanted to play outside, but was cold, then hot, then cold... when I took these pictures.  He missed some school, but he's back to his old self now, kiss-y faces and all.