In the last picture, do you see Hirut hugging him? Hirut is one of his little girlfriends, and he let me carry him as long as she was standing next to us hugging him:). Below is his nanny, trying to make him smile (which wasn't necessary!!!).
I sat some of his friends down and started to play cars with them and the nanny asked him to join us. He kind-of rolled the car back and forth with me for a bit, but the other kids were way more interactive with me. He really likes soccer (futbol!!!!) and he would kind-of kick the ball to me a little, but never would look me in the face. I saw him make the int’l sign for potty (grabbing himself!) and tried to pick him up to take him. He started to scream, and so instead I ran and got his nanny Alem. I followed behind them, and watched as he sat on the potty, and then the nanny snapped up his too short size 18 month overalls.
They had a coffee ceremony and lots of popcorn and roasted barley. The kids didn’t take any at first and we think that maybe the nannies had told them not to. They could give the kids "the look" and immediately the kids knew what they were (not) saying. But once we offered some to them, they ate like crazy. Engida was taking handfuls and shoving them in as fast as he could chew. He also ate the goldfish packet I brought, and a lollypop Jennifer gave us. He would take food from me, and then sometimes he would take water from my water bottle. He ate a lot of cookies and I wasn’t going to be the one to tell him to stop!
Shúma metá is a combo of Sidaminya/Amharic and is “Do you want to go potty?”
Gobez lidge- good boy (gobez= good)
K’onjo= smart, beautiful
Aizo= are you ok? or It’s OK.
Ow-adih-ha-lewih- I love you
Eneh-enat-neng= I’m your mommy
Yénah-mendenow= What’s that?
At the end of the day, Ato Teklu’s friend was taking pictures of everyone. I knew it was not going to be a pretty picture (no pun intended) because all of the parents were holding their children, and so far Engida did not want to be held by me. I picked him up for the group shot, and he screamed the whole time. He pushed, hit, pinched, shoved.. he really was scared and did not want me to hold him! For our “individual pictures” I asked the nanny to hold him and stand with me and Teklu, and he was OK with me kind-of putting my arm around him.
Physically and emotionally draining… I kissed and hugged him good-bye, and got in the van with everyone. This was a better day than in Ajuuja… every day will be better. Baby steps, baby steps. I just need to learn how I can make him feel more comfortable, and help him to be less scared.
We went out to lunch at a wonderful little spot with traditional food, and of course I ordered the vegetarian/fasting menu- yum! Then we went to the National Museum (our 2nd time) and had a mediocre guide. I did learn that the instrument we bought last time was called a kirar.