This has been a very hard week. A year ago we were all together as a family for the last time. It was so fantastic to be with our boy and get to see how comfortable he had become in a totally foriegn world. His swahili was terrific, he knew how to get around, and he was so happy to show us all of his world. Last year on June 7 we were on the safari. We had spent the day on the Serengeti seein animals. All three boys always loved the animals. When they were little I would take them for trips to the Bronx Zoo and the Museum of Natural History (Joseph's favorite place!). We would go with my mom to the zoo early in the morning before they were in school. It was always cool, and sleepy, and the best time to see the animals, I remember the first time I heard lions roar at the zoo.
In Africa last year we got to our very high end tent camp, and had to be escorted around the camp because of the wildlife. Ray and I had one tent, Daniel and Joe another, and Kyle was by himself. That night we woke up to the noise of a lion roaring, the guides told us the next morning that the lion was scoping out territory and was about a hundred feet from Kyle's tent. What a sound!
When we lived at 49 Lynwood, the boys would play safari in the toy room - they would put paper masks on backwards, because they had heard that the animals would be afraid if they thought that you could see them, so if you had eyes on both sides of your head no animal would approach you. They spent alot of time in that toy room making up stories!
