Let the little children come

A week in Kitale consists of babies, begging children, piki-pikis and boda-bodas, and smores!

Let me explain:
First, the begging children. That's simple. We are white, we stand out. The children come up to us, say "mzyungo" which means white person, "give me money." We say, "No, sorry." Then keep walking. Actually, one time a kid literally tired to grap my ice cream cone out of my hand! (We were having a special treat. ) Ha. I guess he was hungry.

We visited a few baby houses; one had about 12 babies and the other, which we stayed at for a few days, had 62! I'll let you imagine the poop smell coming from behind me as we did a dump run from the larger baby house. =) Apparently they use over 200 diapers a day. No, I didn't personally change a single one, but I did get peed on.
At the larger baby house, we had a wonderful time. We played with children, painted a room for the missionaries there, and were actually spoiled with popcorn and snickers. Cass and I had to ride a "piki-piki" or motorcycle while holding two babies in our arms and someone else drove us to a medical clinic. We did this so the kids could get their immunizations, not just to scare those safety freaks in the U.S. =) Therefore, the kids were in pain the next few days and just need to cuddle; we really could have used some extra laps and arms.
Besides staying at the baby house, we have lived a hostel type setting called "LoveMercy" and been able to walk to town regularly. However, when it starts we rain, we opt for a boda-boda, which is a bicycle and someone else pedals us around. I think it's slightly scarier than the piki-piki actually because we are mostly on dirt roads with huge rocks and potholes. So far, no accidents.
In addition to the work we have also played: sardines, mafia, we made smores, we baked banana bread (about 7 loaves by now).
Kitale has been a good experience. It is an easy transition into Africa.

What's next you ask. Well, tomorrow we will take the bus back to Nairobi, then we will take another bus the following day to Mombasa. In Mombasa we do hope to see the beaches and beauty of the coastal, tourist town, but mostly we will be working in the bars and the streets with prostitutes and pimps. We need some prayer for safety, strategy, favor, and for love to overflow from us. As we walk into the bars, we want God to encounter people just from us being there, we want drastic transformation, and radical love to change their lives. Nothing is too big for our God. Don't forget we also do want to see miracles happen. Keep pressing in for us please.

If you get any words for us, please post them. We are so excited about this next part of the trip.