Shana had two evening playmates. They were busy playing dolls where he sleeps, and Marlin simply had to go to sleep. He is like a light bulb. Marlin is a frenzied blur of screaming, running young boy and then completely unconscious until first light. The girls would not give way for his tatami style bed, so he found a corner of the room and made his nest.
Usually I carry him to bed from wherever he passes out, but tonight I had to wake him so he could extricate himself from his nookery.
This evening Shanalin asked for ice cream and she was told no.
This produces a deeply sullen pout and refusal to speak to anyone. Neither would she ask for nor accept help in removing rubber bands that held her Sunday school braids together. I gather she later conned Srinoat into supplying her with the sugar she so continuously craves.
Elterina captures the fuzziness inherent in being Shana.
Like mother, like daughter.
Marlin insisted on being taken to the hair dresser and getting an "undercut" hair cut replete with gel. His whole self-image was boosted by this hair style.
We packed up Friday evening and moved the whole family to Nihco marine park for the weekend. Early on Saturday morning the kids walked around the lagoon following turtles and watching the fish.
The beach is brilliant white coral sand.
Meanwhile the professor found a quiet hut in which to mark papers.
Happy birthday was sung to the birthday girl.
Sharisey carries a friend.
More faces of Shana
Marlin practices his survival floating technique
Morning in the three-family hut.
Cold night, two children curling up together to warm each other up.