Asher is Going to America

Tomorrow afternoon Asher will leave the land of his birth to go to the land of his parent's birth. It's strange leaving here because we know that more than likely we will never return to this city. Although Asher is very excited to get to Kentucky and see Granny and Mimi there are some things he will miss about Indonesia.

From the time Asher came home from the hospital he has slept in a Moses Basket next to our bed. When we get to Kentucky he will be making the move to a big crib. When we first brought Asher home from the hospital he fit nicely in the middle of the basket, now he takes up the entire basket. It's a good thing we are moving now or we would have to find him a new place to sleep.

He takes up almost the whole basket.

Sleeping away the day in his cozy little basket.

Behind our bed are some beautiful, blue, polyester curtains. While Roger and I are not a big fan of them, Asher loves them. In fact, he loves them so much that sometimes he would rather smile at them than eat.

Oooh! Aaah! Asher loves those ugly curtains.

In the late afternoon it cools off enough that we can take Asher on walks around the neighborhood. While he will be able to still go for walks in Kentucky he will miss all of the exciting things our Indonesian neighborhood has to offer.

Checking out the neighborhood becak.

The neighborhood goat. We didn't want to get too close.

One person Asher will definitely miss is his Ibu. She comes to our house several times a week to clean, do laundry, cook, etc. One of her favorite things to do is to hold Asher and look out the front door. Asher loves to talk to her and smile at her while they check out what the neighbors are doing.

Asher and Ibu hanging out by the front door.

Of course Asher will miss his Indonesian friends, too. Whenever we go for a walk everybody comes running out of their house to say hi to Asher. They all think he is the cutest baby in all of Indonesia (we agree!). And they always tell us that they hope he will one day be president of the United States (just like another famous American that once lived in Indonesia.)

Visiting friends.

Last, there is our family here. These are the people that were with us when Asher was born, spent hours at the hospital teaching us how to take care of him and spent even more hours at our house taking care of us. They have been with us through everything the last two years. Even though Asher will not remember them, they are definitely the thing Roger and I will miss the most about Indonesia.

Our Indonesian family. We love these guys.