A Day In The Life of The Haiti Lady: Nikaya's Booty Shaking Day

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Nikaya's Booty Shaking Day

Yesterday, May 15th was the birthday of my youngest, Nikaya. She is now a BIG, BIG 4 years old....the BIG, BIG is her words, not mine! ;-P

Nik picked a local buffet to eat at and LOVED having the waiters sing to her while she stood on her chair and shook her booty....she waited a long time to have her B-day and get to be the booty shaker and has endured many others getting their day before hers. She still isn't old enough to go on the school bus or go to school, but she is big enough to do lots of things as she always reminds us!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NIKAYA!!!!

Nikaya, the day she came to New Life Link aged 18 months

One of my Christmas Photos I got of her for update photo

Nik, safe at home in her bed...living the hard life

1 comment:

Amy Brownell said...: Oh man can she put on the FACE! Give that girl a smoochy-smooch from me! Happy Birthday, Nik!

Love,
Ou Mem Amy; 2:46 PM

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We are responsible for children who put chocolate fingers everywhere,
who like to be tickled,
who stomp in puddles and ruin their pants,
who sneak Popsicles before supper,
who erase holes in math workbooks,
who can never find their shoes.
And we are responsible for those who stare at photographers from behind barbed wires,
who can't bound down the street in a new pair of sneakers, who never "counted potatoes",
who are born in places we wouldn't be caught dead,
who never got to the circus,
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who sleep with the dog and bury goldfish,
who hug us in a hurry and forget their lunch money,
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who squeeze toothpaste all over the sink,
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who have no safe blanket to drag behind them,
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who throw tantrums in the grocery store and pick at their food,
who like ghost stories,
who shove dirty clothes under the bed ,
and never rinse the tub,
who get visits from the tooth fairy,
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whose tears we sometimes laugh at and
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who will eat anything,
who have never seen a dentist,
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who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep,
who live and move, but have no being.
We are responsible for children who want to be carried, and for those who must be...
For those we never give up on,
and for those who don't get a second chance.
For those we smother... and for those who will grab the hand of anybody kind enough to offer it.
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