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The morning after Chan was born Doc Yves circumcised Joseph and Louis.
Eight days after Chan was born, Josephine's little girl was born. She looks like Thomas, her father, but she has Josephine's eyes. Doc Yves said the child was about two or three weeks premature. He wrapped the child in BuckToothus skin to keep it warm. We were all worried that it might not live.
But after a lot of tender care from Beth, Josephine, Doc Yves and really all of us the child pulled through. A week after the girl was born Josephine named her Zambia after her native country. She said she didn't want to name the child until she was sure she would live. That night Doc Yves circumcised Chan.
The next evening all nine men abandoned us and built a huge bonfire just beyond our potato garden. They then began to dance around it singing "For we are jolly good fellows," over and over again.
They passed around a jug, pouring some drink into everyone's cup. Then on cue from Joshua they all said, "To our children." They raised their cups and drank whatever it was they had in the jug. Next, Thomas hollered out, "We are the champions! We are the masters of the world!" They all then drank another toast. They danced and sang songs and had a party of sorts. We women just stood and watched them make fools of themselves.
David then brought the jug over to us. It was some beer he had been secretly fermenting, saving it for when all the babies were born. He made it out of wheat using some yeast that he had been culturing -- Yves discovered some about three months ago. David said that his grandfather taught him how to make beer years ago. He just looked up beer making on the laptop and it all came back to him.
It tasted pretty good but it wasn't cold. When the fire finally died down, the men came back into the camp. None of them were drunk though. David hadn't made enough beer.
We now have 12 babies, six boys and six girls. They range in age from the youngest, Zambia, at one week, to the oldest, Yves Adam, at seven months. The children are of four different races -- black, white, Asian and Hispanic. They are all healthy and growing strong.
Our future looks good.
To be continued . . .
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