The first year we attended the Ethiopian New Year Street Festival held a few blocks from our house we had just gone on the wait list. I cried every time I saw a sweet Ethiopian (looking) child. Yes, that crazy white woman was me.
The second year we attended the Ethiopian New Year Street Festival the twins had been home with us for barely 3 weeks. I was sooooo excited to take them to the parade (there is an elephant!) and to see the dancers and, lets be honest, to show them off. They cried the whole 15 mins we were there. The noise and the crowds were just too much.
The third year was the charm. The twins loved their outfits. They loved the music. They loved the food. And the people loved them.
Happy 2003! xoxo-Kat
|Baby Girl dancing in the crowd|
|back at home begging for sambusas|
|And just in case you thought they were bored of the Crazy Coupe...no way.|