Shumi and Wickets

I made some friends today.  It’s a good thing the Bengali children I met are so extroverted, because I slept through most of our first meeting, but I think they still liked me a lot. 

I’ve been feeling kind of sick lately and coughing a whole lot, so this morning Mom and Dad didn’t think I should go to church and hang out in the nursery.  Of course, my fever broke right around 10:30, which was too late to go to church, but too early to stay home the rest of the day.  We decided to go for a walk, which started by skirting around some Friday morning traffic.

Once we got by all of those rickshaws, I decided to fall asleep.  That didn’t keep people from wanting to stare at me, though, and the other kids are the boldest.  I love that they aren’t at all shy about walking along next to me and holding my little toes while I dream.  In this picture, Shumi is in the pink and Dulali is in the red shorts.  They were super helpful at pointing out where to get the best vegetables and making sure I didn’t miss any billboards with colorful signs.  I’m the one in the Ergo pack.  The woman in the orange sari is the one who kept pointing out that I was gorum, or hot.

While dad was taking a couple of pictures of us all, he was invited into a pickup game of Bangladesh’s favorite sport, other than football.  So, he took his first ever swing at a cricket ball.

The Pitcher

The Batter  (I'm sorry I was distracting Mom while she was using the camera.  She's still taking her photography lessons from Dad.)

It was fun to hear Mom and Dad using all of their Bangla words in one day, and still having to tell the kiddos that they really had no idea what they were saying.  I hope that we get to go play again soon!