More Raelee-isms

Raelee is our source of entertainment most of the time. She gets up talking and doesn’t stop until she goes to sleep – well most nights. She has been known to yell at her best friend in her sleep. Still bossy even when she is sleeping. This past couple weeks she has been non-stop comedy, whether she means to be funny or not. Here are some favorite times from April:

“Drama Queen” She was talking to me because I said something she didn’t like. Head bobbing and intonation – you get it. She got it too, won’t do that again!

She has some new dance moves (and they are not the “traditional village moves”!) I do not know where she has gotten them, she doesn’t watch tv and as far as I know has never seen a stripper on a pole, but she has been using anything she can hold onto to dance. (The moves aren’t offensive or vulgar – just pretty weird!) We often eat at a restaurant that has a balcony and she was standing at the railing hanging on and dancing away. I didn’t say much about it because she wasn’t sitting next to me driving me crazy. Next thing we know she is laying on the floor doing some kind of break dance moves that turned into both legs in the air! Yes, there were other people eating their dinner!

Christian and I were having a conversation about the multiple wives here and how some men have 30 kids – how do the kids know they aren’t marrying a sibling. Then I stated that I think you can legally marry your cousin in America. That started Raelee talking about marrying brothers or sisters. “No, Raelee, you can’t do that” “Well, I AM going to marry my brother Nic. I will grow up, get on a plane and when I land I will just call him up and get directions to his house. Then I will say ‘Nic, will you marry me?'” “But what about Liz?” “Oh, Liz can live with us, she can sleep on the couch”.

She “belaxes” in the other “Papartment”

The other Papartment is her hospital. (I don’t know what she will do when we move out). She gets dressed up, some days she tells me doctors where shiny black shoes, some days doctors where tutu’s and hot pink shoes with lepard print on the heels and some days it’s my head scarf tied around her and nothing else. (She gets in trouble for this) The other day she came through the living room in a rush because she had patients – “a broken arm, malaria and 2 jiggers” Such a coincidence that we had taken a boy with a broke arm and a woman with malaria and her and Christian both had jiggers last week! I went over there to check on things yesterday and in each bed (there are two in each bedroom) was a doll or stuffed animal.

Nipples are bimples and arm pits are arm pips. Dirt dobbers are dirt gobbers.

“Are you kidding me?” “You’re not serious – I have to clean my room?” “Are you serious?”

“I’m not buying that”

“Daddy is cheesy, everybody loves cheese”

“You got to be telling me dumb” You’ve GOT to be kidding me”

I told her she was just like Nicholas and she said “What, awesome?”

‘That’s so adorable…just like me” (No self esteem problems here.)

We went to get groceries and I gave her a list of three things that she had to find to keep her busy and out of my hair while we shopped. I didn’t even think about the things I told her to look for until she announced (loudly) as we walked in the door “Okay, you told me to find jalapenos, toilet paper – the big pack and baked beans. I’m on this” Oh. My. Gosh. That sounded awful, and she kept repeating it until she found it all. Embarrassing? A little.

Friday Christian showed Sharifu and Kimuli videos of people bungee jumping, on rollercoasters, people cliff diving and bull riders. They were amazed. As we were watching videos outside we hear Raelee screaming and realized it wasn’t her usual screaming. We look and she has tied herself to a very tall ladder about two steps up and had slipped off the steps so she was pretty much hanging. The scarf was tied around her wrists so she was hanging by her arms. She has a very bad habit of tying herself to things. Maybe it scared her enough to stop it. I doubt it. While she was hanging her daddy tickled her in her arm “pips” because she was helpless to stop him. She was laughing and crying at the same time.

“I am the Queen – the only Queen. You must bow down to the Queen” “Listen little guhl, I am the only Queen around here and if you don’t want to be knocked off your throne you will quit telling me to bow down and call you Your Majesty”

And that was just this month. She can be exasperating, tiring and rambunctious but she is NEVER boring!

Psalm 139:13-16 For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you,when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.

James 1:17 Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change.

She is truly a gift from above!

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rhondajwelch

I am a Jesus lover, wife, mother and grandmother. I live in Uganda with two of my best friends and get to experience God's love, grace and mercy everyday. This is my personal blog and posts, pictures and views don’t necessarily represent the views of our organization. They are from our personal experiences as missionaries.

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