Window Friends, SweeTea, and Dawee.

Just when we start to feel down and lousy, God shows us that there are still a few delights in life that are afforded to us-we just sometimes have to work a little harder to get them...

 Here, in the bottom of a  hidden basket in the Haitian Market, I found a package of Luzianne Tea bags.

And through the bars in the window, across the deep ditch, and over the razor wire fence, the babes made a new friend who speaks English.

Romancing the neighbor boy took all four of them approximately ten minutes before he was begging to come over and play. A small, black seven year old who, for reasons still unknown to me, is being raised in New York City, has come home for a visit to his mother and baby brother who just happen to live next door. The last two days have been filled with running, laughter, games and IMMENSE chattering.
Dawee (Melinda the Maid's seven year old son) has decided that speaking English is the way to go now and has been studiously pointing and asking names of EVERYTHING. He can count to five and is sooo proud of it. Too cute. He and Adam explore new ways to build machines out of legos and scrap metal, Carolanne employs him to play house and climb the walls, (yes, literally) Thaddaeus stays out of his wild play for the most part, and Isaiah chases him around the house constantly. Dawee is becoming a Barlow Babe. ;-)
Tonight it is storming quite heavily. The sun set everything on fire as it set, and the clouds took it upon themselves to cool everything down. I am grateful for the downfall. It makes everything so much cooler. The sweat baths we get prior to rain are rather intense.
So, tonight, after a rousing game of tag in the living area with our new friend, we had cheese and bread sandwiches for dinner... with SweeTea! (for it IS one word, you know.) And Dawee (who has been in the habit of eating our meals with us) approved gulp for gulp.