What more could a girl ask for?

Yesterday was Mother's Day, both in the US and here in Kenya - so I was spoiled with breakfast in bed (cereal, toast, fried eggs, organic yogurt and fresh passion fruit) thanks to Thibaut, then played all day with the children which was just lovely, we had a Mini Ping Pong World Cup, which Thibaut won, lots of lego, of course some soccer, followed by a bouquet of lovely sunflowers, delicious Art Cafe coffee and luch.  In the afternoon, the highlight was having 7,500 litres of water delivered!  Imagine, despite record-breaking rains here over the past two weeks we had no water for three days.  The rains had been so torrential that they had burst the city water pipes so all centrally-provided water stopped.  Tankers have been a common site all around town ever since, and yesterday we got ours.  The truck had a flat battery whilst leaving K's house, so we had to use jump leads - the children thought it was amazing to watch, too much excitement for us all ha ha.  We did however get ripped off, as a whole tanker has a capacity of 10,000 litres and we paid for that, yet once the water was transferred to ours and Karen's tanks the truck was empty, yet joint capacity of our tanks is only 7,500 litres.  Now everyone knows how fantastic I am at maths, well the delivery chaps were worse than me!  Never mind, at least we now have water, albeit somewhat murky looking :(

The tanker stuck @ K's gate, battery dead as a doe doe

Giving them a jump--start...

The water tanker squeezing its way up our driveway!

Dragging the water pipe...

Wendy is an 8 week old orphan who has been critically ill in hospital, and I, along with another mum have been providing breast milk for her as she is formula intolerant.  Friday it looked as if she would not survive the weekend, it was quite heart-wrenching, yet she is a little fighter, and has improved enormously over the weekend.  I even took Thibaut to see her as perhaps it will make him realise quite how lucky he is.  It has certainly made me realise just how fortunate we are, this poor little tot has nothing, she was left with the guard at the orphanage when she was just two days old.  I am now beginning the task of fundraising for the orphanage, as they are in pretty dire straits.  I was curious that the hospital staff were calling her Angel, whilst the orphanage staff addressed her as Wendy.  The response was that any abandoned baby is automatically named Angel, in the same vein as u/i male bodies are John Doe and females Jane Doe.  Yet the orphanage found it hard distinguishing as they had 32 Angels...

Baby Wendy in the incubator on Friday

Baby Wendy looking a bit better on Saturday

Making progress - here drinking some of my expressed milk :)

Thank God my children are fit and healthy, I am truly blessed.  Babette is thoroughly enjoying walking with her brick truck - I think by the time she is one year old - next month - she will be walking unaided.