Category: the Bald Kid

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364 Days~ Left

Today–we are celebrating the beginning of the official count DOWN for my sweet boy in Siberia. Yes, yes–hard to believe for some people–not his mother–but this cute fellow left us exactly one year ago yesterday.

He is working hard and loving every second of his experience, but ooooh–we miss him so much! So, in celebration–we nibbled on bananas–one of his favorite fruits and looked at his pictures and told stories about him. A lovely way to spend and evening, I must say.

I’ve put a count down on the left side of the blog so that I can keep an eye on the days and time and even the temperature in his country. Last week it was a whopping -47 degrees. Yes, I said 47 below zero. That should make us all grateful for what ever winter weather we have–don’t you think? Me…I’m just thrilled out of my mind happy to finally be on the down side of this adventure…

because…I miss this handsome face, and because

crybabies make dreadful missionary moms.

There. I said it.

366…365…364…

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From the Frozen North

We might not be getting much in the way of snow–but I can tell you where it’s all going…that’s for sure.

It’s landing right smack dab on my cute boy in Siberia!

He’s been given a new assignment though. Last week he was called as an Assistant to the Mission President and he sounds pretty happy about it. He’ll travel and visit and help the other missionaries with their work or with the language–or whatever they need. They couldn’t have picked a better fellow for the job.

Besides his sweet grin–the best part of this photo is that familiar blue cube on the side of the desk. Can you see it? Seems that all the way on the other side of the world, he still has his beloved Rubix with him. I can just hear him telling the other guys to, “…mess it up for me, would ya?” so he can solve it–over and over again. The smarty pants.

Comforting to my mama-heart to know that even though he’s learning and growing and becoming who he needs to be–so far away…

all in all, he’s still my boy.

And that’s so, so nice.

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Santa’s Travels

Early in the morning on Christmas eve, Lyndi showed me this–on her computer. It’s Santa’s official flight route. Of course he is able to get a fabulous head start in those countries that are a day ahead in the time zone.

I’m sure that really helps the old fellow.

It was pretty great to be able to track the dude from one Eastern European country to another, and even know where he was headed to next.

Of course, my real interest was…

making sure he didn’t miss my silly boy in his new, very cold town–Krasnoyarsk, or “Krasno” as he calls it. Sure enough, Santa made it to this freezing place–

that sometimes looks as much like the North Pole as any place on earth can–without actually being the North Pole.

I sure hope he brought my boy a blanket.

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That Boy…

Still goofing around—like he’s always done–

even on the other side of the world–in Siberia…and once in a while Finland.

It’s so good to see that he’s well and happy.

At least most of the time!

Hahahaha!

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A Few Changes…

for the bald kid.

My cute, faraway boy has a new companion. His name is Elder Johnson and he is—get this–bigger than the bald kid! This is highly unusual news.

This boy of mine is used to being the absolute giant–since he was a kid. In fact, years ago, he was handed the keys to a mini van at a youth activity and told to “take that group of boys home.”

His reply?

“Dude, I’m twelve. I brought my skateboard.”

It will be nice for him to look someone straight in the eye–at last.

Another change–he has left his beloved town of Tomck and moved to a different–much bigger city that he calls, “Krasno.” No idea how to spell what it’s really called. He says they get lost quite a lot and have to ask for directions.

Now, he lives in one of these random little “doms” in this very big complex…thirteen hours away–from his last town.

But the biggest change of all is that the temperature is dropping and it’s been snowing for about a week now. He looks kind of cold–poor guy. And wait, are those dark circles under his eyes?

He promises me that he’ll be going out this week to buy some nice, warm boots and a big, cozy fur hat. Hurry boy–hurry!

Your silly mama needs to know that you are safe, and healthy, and happy and warm.

Then all will be well in my heart.

Oooh, I miss you my boy.