holy day
A few pictures taken at the Commemoration of the Martyrdom of the Bab yesterday
This morning Tara and I caught a taxi to our weeekly Rose Garden class, and halfway there the taxi driver turns around, looks at Tara and asks me how old she is. I reply and then ask him whether he has kids of his own. He says tiredly, “Nine”. NINE?! At first, I think, because of his poor English, he means a nine-year-old child. But no. He goes on, “I have nine children. All boys.” Nine boys?! “First three, then one, then two, then one, then two again. We wanted a girl.” Holy moley smokey! Respect to his wife. Reminds me NEVER to complain about how difficult it can get with just one!
Welcome to our cubby house! would you like to stay for tea? grapes? bananas? teddy bear, “trunk” the elephant and Tara would love to host you!
Stickers galore
Modeling mommy’s apron
She told me she was painting a fork, a spoon, and a hat
A friend forwarded this clip to us, and I can’t stop watching it. After watching that, watch this one. I love this individual’s initiative! Brings me pure happiness ![]()