Two weeks ago, we had a pretty standard weekend at home. Ben played his favorite game:
There's been a big kite flying fad at the central park lately, so we took the suggestion and headed there ourselves. Ellie (with help from Daddy) even made her own kite! Sadly, it was a bit too heavy to fly so we ended up buying one at the park.
Ellie and her kite
Nathan and the kids on the deck of our bungalow.The waterfalls were 4km from the start, and we knew that we wouldn't be able to carry the kids a total of 8km there and back, so our first task was to convince someone to go to a nearby village to find an oxcart and driver for us.
While we waited, Ben had a great time playing in the mud. Messy, yes, but probably an important part of any 18 month old's wilderness experience.
Our oxcart, which took us the first 2 km in and out. The other 2 km were narrower, rockier paths, and we had to go on foot with a guide. As we got off the oxcart and carried the kids, gloppy with sunscreen, bug spray, and mud, through 4 km of forest, under vines, up the hill, and over rocky trails, we decided that we had evented a new sport: extreme parenting. However, it was all worthwhile, as we saw two beautiful waterfalls. In fact, out of all the embassy families that tried to make the trek, we were the only ones who made it to the last waterfall! (Thanks to both persistence and the Khmer language ability to get an oxcart and guide!) It was a tough test of Nathan's recovery since dengue, and he passed with flying colors.


















