tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15837263237870082132024-03-14T05:51:06.368-06:00Our adoption journey.... Lawson StyleK_I_T_http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238260183935067043noreply@blogger.comBlogger91125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583726323787008213.post-38571594799846274882012-08-02T00:30:00.004-06:002012-08-02T00:30:42.246-06:00Awhhhh.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Nev just had her 3rd birthday! She is so caught up in every aspect its crazy. She is a busy, busy toddler who is overall happy and pretty easy going. She has turned a corner in her wanting to please us in everything she does. Which in bonding and progression in HER life is good. Ever since we brought her home she had an unusal need to please us. Wanting our approval and wanted us to say good girl for everything. Even if she had hurt herself, or was sick, she would say I'm sorry, Im a good girl. If I said "no-dont touch that", she STILL will not touch that item, even if I said it a year ago. If I said, "ok, Nevaeh time to close your eyes", she'd do it and go to sleep. Things like that. Well now she is starting to be a bit defiant. And that is a good thing! Starting to feel like she doesn't have to please us so much. And its like she feel like she can push the boundaries a little bit now. So for her=good. And for us=good, but man as much as I knew it wasn't healthy, it was incredibly easy ;) I believe we are parasite free, AND potty trained!!! Can I get a HOLLA!!! Well not night time trained all the time....but day time trained! Whoop whoop.<br />
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Jayden is 8.5 years old and hockey is her favorite thing to do! She is in grade 3 and loves to read, and is a good big sis. She and Nev have their quarrels, but I think that is normal. And when I say she loves hockey, she LOVES her hockey. She will PVR NHL games and rewatch them. Saturday am she watches them. Not cartoons. PVR'd hockey games. She also is learning the recorder in school. She is doing really well. She can also play hot cross buns, and Mary had a little Lamb thru her nose!!!! We were watching how to play Mary had a little lamb on Youtube, and she saw it, and has now mastered it!! Crazy gal! <br />
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As for Adam and I we are doing great. Farming, and actually just came in from pulling a baby calf at 1030pm on a Saturday night! Fun times. We went to Mazatlan with the girls in January and it was great. I went to Las Vegas with 2 gal pals in March and we had a hoot. It was a good recharge. I do believe it has become an annual thing we will keep up. <br />
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And myself. Im doing pretty good. The year was intense in some ways, and glad its over. Bonding is the pits sometimes. Sometimes its great. Sometimes it wasn't so great. I think thats why I fell off the band wagon blogging. I was just getting thru some days. But im feeling back to myself and the bonding is going better too. <br />
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Whats up with you guys. Referrals, gotcha days, other exciting things?<br />
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I can't say I will be a faithful blogger, but will try to check in a bit.<br />
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Oh and maybe next time some pics!!! Just don't have any on this computer right now.<br />
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I must say I have fallen off the blog wagon. I hate that i have, cause I love the connection that I get with other bloggers, but where oh where is the time to blog! It is seeding time here, so that makes it busy, and oh, and a wee toddler that is now RUNNING around like crazy makes life a bit busy! Its funny, when she runs, she goes so fast that she looks like a runner, in the last strides of the race, you know, when their chest is forward and their upper body is way in front as to get their chest to break the ribbon first??!! Kind of like the picture to the left! She is a goer!<br />
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</tbody></table>And to think just about a year ago, she could HARDLY hold her head up. I must be honest. When i would receive our update photo's from our agency, I was a bit worried when I would see them. She had gained weight, but never any progress on milestones. I even was asking others who had met her in person, while over in Ethiopia......so when you met her and held her did she do this, did she do that....<br />
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For being 14months, she was developmentally behind. Big time. And I know, I know, the books say..be prepared they most likely will be. Others had blogged about it. I know. But once it is your baby who is developmentally behind, you worry. WILL they catch up? Will she always be behind? Is it more than just developmentally? Should I push certain exercises so she gets stronger, or just let her come on her own. Do I make her sit, even though she hates it, will it interfere with the bonding if I push her too much, and she associates it with not liking me....blah blah blah......... Its tough, but we have made it through it.<br />
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You would never ever know she was behind. She's chattering. She's running. She's into the infamous "NO!!" She's climbing. She's right on track. She's a toddler through and though.....She's caught up. What a crazy year she has had. <br />
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New parents, new country, new sister, new food. New bed, new muscles being worked. New smells, new color of skin to look at, new house, new language. NEW EVERYTHING. And what a trouper she has been. Crazy how fast this year has flown by. <br />
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I confess I have been considering purchasing a bump it. I even saw the Wal Mart edition of the bump it. I stood there looking at it for a few minutes, seeing if it would work. But I didn't. Yet.<br />
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I confess that there are black curly hairs everywhere in our house. When guests come over, I feel compelled to tell them that Nevaeh's hair sheds everywhere! I try to keep on top of it. But it's everywhere. <br />
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I confess I am crying right now over an episode of Hannah Montana. Her horse is dying.....<br />
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I confess that I am crying even more as it goes on. <br />
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I confess that I tried and bought some cheap hair stuff for Nev's hair. I thought, really, as if it makes a difference. So I bought some oil, and some other stuff. I was wrong. The cheap stuff sucks. The oil doesn't soak in. It stinks. The cream for her hair makes her look like Jerry-Lee Lewis. I will not be using it again. What do you all use??K_I_T_http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238260183935067043noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583726323787008213.post-85008689485196232892011-03-11T20:54:00.000-06:002011-03-11T20:54:08.363-06:00Confession FridayI confess that San Fran was just what the Dr ordered for me and my peep Sarah. We had a relaxing and fun time. I love that city! <br />
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I confess it was very sobering to step out of the mall and then see all the homeless people there. I have never seen so many homeless people other than our travels to Ethiopia. Makes you double think about buying frivolous things when others don't even have a home.<br />
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I confess I am sooooo glad J's hockey is done. I love it, but man, it makes a busy winter.<br />
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I confess that I turned 3* this week. What's your guess on the *part of that number!<br />
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I confess that I while in San Fran one night I was in bed by 9:30 and slept until 9. Real party girls we were!!<br />
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I confess that waking up and seeing the sights on TV about Japan made my heart sad. I can handle a bit of cold and be thankful that the threat of a earthquake is pretty nil where we are.<br />
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I confess that my passport expired on March 8th. And my return flight got into Regina at 11:59. Yes. 11:59. But at least if there was going to be a hubbub, I was on Canadian soil! I know. Why cut it so close you ask. Well that's how I roll. If we didn't do this little trip now, it wouldn't happen until next year, as we are heading into calving, and I really needed a little rejuvenation time. But let me tell you, 3 out of 4 ticket people sure gave me the speech about not travelling with it so close, and in their heads I know they were thinking...."you idiot." But hey, I'm here. K_I_T_http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238260183935067043noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583726323787008213.post-67124374508790603382011-03-08T11:46:00.001-06:002011-03-08T11:49:17.576-06:00Manic Monday...(a day late)Since I was in the air most of yesterday for Manic Monday, I have to post a day late. Better late than never.<br />
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Manic Monday is a way to share the lows of the journey of adoption.<br />
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Every one has them, just a few of us chose to make it common knowledge. But there is power in talking about the rough times.<br />
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Comments. They totally can bring me down. I know I should just let them roll off my chest, but each time a stupid comment is made I want to scream. I can handle the whole..."oh can I touch her hair" thing. Although it does get a bit old, but that I can shrug off. It's the more intense, deep down wounding comments. Like "where is her real mother". "At least you have one of your own children (meaning a bio child)." "How much did she cost". Things like that.<br />
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Really?. Where is her real mother? What am I? Just someone willing to have puke on me when she is sick, change parasitic diapers, etc....? Do I not qualify to be her "real mother" because she did not come from my womb?<br />
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Seriously? At least you have one of your own? So you think because she is not my bio child that we view her in a different "class" of our family? What is the difference. Why would it make any difference that I had one via my body and one via Ethiopia.?<br />
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For real? How much did she cost. How ridiculous of a question. If they knew how much heart ache and paper work, and pain etc we went thru. It's not like you think...hmmmmm, we should adopt. Cut a cheque, and boom. She is here. NOT IN THE LEAST. Can I get AMEN???!!!. It is the most painful, long, time consuming process you can imagine. For someone to imply that we "bought her" is very uneducated on their part.<br />
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But I have started to try to not let those comments resonate with me. To let it go. If I have the opportunity to educate them in the proper wording of some things, I do. I also can read if a person is sincere in what they are asking.<br />
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It is a hard aspect of bringing a child home who has different color skin. Be prepared for silly questions. Research before you bring you child/children home, so you have answers for these dumb comments. If you are prepared, you wont be so rattled when you get them.K_I_T_http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238260183935067043noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583726323787008213.post-7472543216558038742011-02-28T21:25:00.002-06:002011-02-28T21:28:59.500-06:00Manic Monday.....<div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br />
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I believe it is so helpful to talk about all sides of adoption, not just the "good part." The pictures of the smiles, and the meeting ect., all part of the good side. But I feel that if we don't talk about all sides, it can give a false illusion to those who are entering the process. It's just like when you have a biological child. You are soooo excited and imagine rocking your baby, cuddling, nursing them, ect. Other been there done that mom's don't often tell you about the utter exhaustion, the crying when you have a colic baby, the stress of a sick baby ect...<br />
I was not emotionally prepared when we gave birth to J, and I was not emotionally prepared when we finally got N home.<br />
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This is all just my experience, NOT by any means how it goes for everyone.<br />
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Ethiopia was a high emotionally for me. You are so excited, and it feels so amazing to finally have your baby/child. You experience amazing culture, amazing people, and you just fall in love with Ethiopia. The plane ride started my coming down from my high! It was so long(obviously), but it was the beginning of not sleeping for me, which is not good emotionally for me.<br />
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Coming thru the gates in the airport boosted my high again, but it started to dwindle quickly. The jet lag SUCKS. I hate that word, but it does. Totally sucks. It wears you down and my immunity was low. Nevaeh was doing well, and adjusting good, she was a trouper. I was so tired. The best way to describe how I felt is that I was just being Nev's caregiver. I loved her, but wasn't in love yet. And I felt horrible. This didn't help the bonding, since I was judging myself and also was withholding from my older daughter, because I felt like I shouldn't be unfair to Nev, and treat Jay "more loved". The first few weeks, I was a mess.<br />
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Until I was on facebook...yes facebook chatting with another adoptive mom. She told me how she felt her first weeks and months. Feeling guilty was not helping the situation, and hearing her experience took a huge weight off my shoulder. The bonding experience is a long process, it doesn't just happen the moment you pick up your child. And I knew that...but I thought, why wouldn't it. We had all the heart ache and pain waiting for her, how could I not instantly love her full out, and bond instantly. I knew it would take awhile for her to bond to us, but I thought MY bond would be instant.<br />
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It has taken time. I can say that. But it's coming, much better.<br />
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So my advice to those waiting and getting ready to bring their child home, is give yourself time. And don't feel guilty about how you are feeling. Just do each day as it comes.<br />
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Now back to the frufru's for awhile!!K_I_T_http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238260183935067043noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583726323787008213.post-9630142943956851162011-02-25T22:22:00.000-06:002011-02-25T22:22:23.391-06:00Confession Friday<p><image class="centered"alt="post signature" src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj104/lgtoews/sigi-2.png" /></p><br />
I confess that this will be short and sweet cause I am in a hotel on my iPad in the dark as the kiddos are sleeping<br />
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I confess I used the word boyfriend when telling Nev we were going to see Ade and company tomorrow! I wonder if they recognize each other??? Almost a year in the same room??? Who knows! But regardless it will be great fun.<br />
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I confess that I am going to San Fran next week with my best bud and am sooooo excited! Sleep in and eat a meal with out interruption! Booyah!<br />
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I confess it's a bit pathetic when you have 5days to yourself and you are excited to sleep in and eat in peace!! Gone are the days of being excited to club it up and shop til you drop!<br />
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I confess that there will be some shopping in there too, but main thing is relax<br />
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I confess I just bought my 7year old a pair of skinny jeans. Yes I did. She really wanted them and she has been in a phase of sweat pants so for her to ask to wear jeans is nice!<br />
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I confess I am ready for J's hockey to be done. It's a long season and I am tired of rink burgers<br />
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I confess I have the best hubby's ever for letting me take off without him, and taking care of the kiddos while we wine taste, shop, and sleep! <br />
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I confess I looked on expedia to see if there is a shorter flight to Ethiopia than what we took! <br />
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We waited about 5 mins on the blue couches!! And then we saw her coming down the stairs with a care worker. I couldn't even think much. Just....."there she is." I didn't cry. I just looked and waited for them to come down the stairs. She brought Chaltu to us, and we just looked at her, and touched her hands and stroked her arm. Then she handed her to us. Chaltu began to cry and wanted to go back to her caregiver.<br />
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After a few moments she stopped crying. Then she laid her head on my shoulder. Not necessarily because she was comfortable with me, but because she didn't have a lot of strength to hold her own head up. I remember wrapping my arms around her and felt her breathing. I felt how congested she was, and I knew she was sick right away. I could feel her lungs rattling with every breath. The mom in me was already on alert! In about 5 mins, she had fallen asleep on my shoulder, and I just took it all in.<br />
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I knew Adam wanted to hold her to, and so we did the switch and she woke up. But she just clung to Adam, and didn't cry. Her legs just hung. No strength in them. Her wide eyes took us in.<br />
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Finally we knew Grandpa wanted a chance to hold her, so we switch again. She clung to him as he talked to her. It was a precious moment to see. I haven't seen my father in law cry much, and to see his tears, I it melted my heart. It wasn't just us who waited for her for so long. His tears were on behalf of all our family back home, and our close friends.<br />
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Grandpa gave her back to me, and she fell asleep again in my arms and we just sat and talked while she slept in my arms. We hung out for about an hour longer, and finally knew it was time to give her back so she could go drink her bottle, and we would return the next day to pick her up forever.<br />
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It was an overwhelming hour. It drained me emotionally, and I was surprisingly glad for the extra day to prepare to get ready to have her forever.<br />
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This is what I can remember about going to meet her.........K_I_T_http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238260183935067043noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583726323787008213.post-31636022734575885942011-02-21T21:13:00.000-06:002011-02-21T21:13:17.385-06:00Blog or Blahhhhhh.<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">Yeah. Blah I'd say is how to sum up my blog lately. BLAH!!!!!!!!!</div><div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">It has been going good here on the Lawson front. Things are feeling more and more "right" each day with bonding.(I know that was not proper English, but that's I can explain it!.) Nev is doing well, has been healthy, and I would say feels secure at home. </div><br />
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</div><div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">She has though, started to be a pill in public. If anyone even looks her way, she frEAKs out. And forget me trying to put her down to save my aching shoulders. So maybe the sling will have to come back out, for my back and shoulders health. Sooooo, what do you do? Just cater to this, and be glad that she is attached to us, and not wanting anyone else on the earth to look her way, or do you slowly try to put her down. Any suggestions. I am really open to any and all suggestions. </div><div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"> </div><div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">Walter the worm also seems to be gone!!! Yeah. No, make that a double YEAH!!!. I don't want to get too excited, but am very hopeful. Its been a long go at fighting all the different parasites she had. We tried everything. Finally after a letter from the specialist to Health Canada requesting a certain drug not allowed in Canada, it seems to have worked. I could post a picture of Walter on here for you all to see, (the Dr's were so interested because none of them had ever seen it, that they asked me to photograph it and put it on a CD , and give written permission that they could use it in teaching schools), but I figured you would just rather another picture of Nevaeh instead! (Although I know some of you are thinking....ohhhhh, what did it look like!! I know I would be! But I'm crazy like that, very interested in that type of stuff...just not when it's on my own daughter!!!!)</div><div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"> </div><div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">So I will leave you with the ONE and ONLY photo of us as a family.</div><div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><br />
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I confess I am obsessed with filing my heals down. At the rate I am going I will be down to bone soon.! I just hate rough heels and feet. And I do confess that what spurred this obsession is way back when my hubby was giving me a foot rub and said..."hmmmm, your heels remind me of my mom's...all rough and dry.."<br />
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Hello.....my name is Krista. And I am addicted to smooth feet.<br />
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I confess that I also have a hang up about dirty snow. I do not like the way it looks. I even go to the extent of when I shovel off our driveway, I will cover up the dirty, salty snow that has come off my vehicle with nice white snow. I love the look of white snow.<br />
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I do confess that I am soooo excited for a fellow adoptive mom who just received amazing news, and I am so happy for them! They have had a bad few months, and now....its over.<br />
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I confess that I waste baby wipes. No folding over for me. I know it's a waste, but when you have dealt with parasitic pooh for as long as we have...you just wipe and get a new one. I feel bad about this, as with Jay, I even went to the extent of cutting my wipes in half.<br />
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I confess I am super excited for tomorrow at 11am!!!<br />
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I confess that I had an uhhhhuh moment while watching TLC's Hoarders. One of the hoarders children broke down and said, "How do you think it has made me feel...all these years when you just come home and head straight for the computer...and dont' even care to see how my day was .......etc." It really made me think about keeping computer time for the evening, and spending quality time with my kids. Not that I am that extreme..but it just made me think. It had a lasting impact on this boy. His mom seeming not to care, that the computer and TV was more important than him. Which leads me to.......<br />
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I confess on the radio I heard that they say if you spend more than 1 hour a day on facebook, you are not happy in your life. I confess that too made me wonder......sooooo if facebook is just left on during the day, and you just check it when you walk by, or when you hear the dliing, of facebook chat going off, does that count? But then really....why does it have to be on. Am I not happy in life? Should I quit reading blogs and online shopping cause that will equal more than an hour..........hmmmmm. ( I think not, but I do think that I am reflecting and doing some serious cut back in computer time...)<br />
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I confess I feel like our adoption is now complete that Rana and Yvan have their son Ade. I know, that may sound weird, but it has been over my head that we received our referral one day apart, and Ade was still there with out his mama and papa. I held him, and kissed him for his mama....and after holding him, my heart just had an ache for him, his mom and his dad, because of all the delays. But he is with his family now. I feel so happy for them all.... <br />
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I confess that I cannot get this signature at the bottom of the post like it is suppose to......!!! What's going on.<br />
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I confess that I have a major flare up of eczema.....I am itching and itching, I am going crazy............<br />
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I confess that I am really missing going on a hot vacation this winter!<br />
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I confess that I am going to Jay's hockey game tomorrow, and she is really excited when Nevaeh and I come to the games. I confess though, that I don't actually get to see more than a few shifts of her playing, as I am totally consumed by Nevaeh at the rink! But she thinks we watch the whole game.<br />
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I confess I am excited to get a new puppy soon, but hate how attached I get to animals. I am nervous as our last puppy had a bad <a href="http://thelawsonadoptionjourney.blogspot.com/2010/04/very-sad-at-our-house.html">out come</a> when she was getting spayed, and it was very hard to lose her. I hope our next dog is with us for a long time....<br />
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I confess that I do as well hate word verifications on my blog....so removed it awhile ago, but have now put it back on as I was getting crazy spam. So sorry Lynds (wink) its back on!<br />
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I confess that I am addicted to a few show, like Greys Anatomy, and it irritates me how they do 2 or so new episodes, and then back to reruns....don't they know I look forward to that show and count down the days until Thurs? Oh and I am addicted to Modern Family....Private Practice.....Celebrity Rehab......90210...and this one I am opening up myself to a bunch of flogging....but I do also watch Degassi, the next Generation. I know. BUT I am not addicted..i just have it PVR'd.....so I watch when it shows up on the pvr. But since it's PVR'd....i suppose that means it's close to being an addiction...hmmmmmm.<br />
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Cheers,K_I_T_http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238260183935067043noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583726323787008213.post-72593246079820722122011-01-12T13:21:00.000-06:002011-01-12T13:21:36.070-06:00Wordless Wednesday..our first sight of Africian soil from the airplane...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK1DZIonNiGonW7Mh2UqwOzJ87kXn6uLkn9nOE_cQFfZUBHPP2EhPhePiLfZLr0yY38y9Wj_EYCHSBCu3I0cbP_dIkXv6J0snf4aBIgF14_sK8tBLoKJCY4m6nnKaDQgZ5VqDt0ayGvg/s1600/057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK1DZIonNiGonW7Mh2UqwOzJ87kXn6uLkn9nOE_cQFfZUBHPP2EhPhePiLfZLr0yY38y9Wj_EYCHSBCu3I0cbP_dIkXv6J0snf4aBIgF14_sK8tBLoKJCY4m6nnKaDQgZ5VqDt0ayGvg/s320/057.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><img alt="post signature" class="centered" src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj104/lgtoews/sigi-2.png" />K_I_T_http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238260183935067043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583726323787008213.post-48588383456412580192011-01-08T00:59:00.000-06:002011-01-08T00:59:45.994-06:00Confession Friday.Following my good friend <a href="http://ranavansjourney.blogspot.com/">Rana,</a> I am going to start Confession Friday!!!!<br />
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I confess that it is actually Saturday am and I should be in bed....but I'm not...As usual!<br />
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I confess that I have butterflies in my stomach for Rana and Yvan, and that I am so excited for them to meet their son. FINALLY!<br />
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I confess that I have had feeling of guilt ever since we have passed court, and Rana and Yvan were caught in every speed bump they could hit. (don't get me wrong, I never felt any guilt from them, only happiness, but when you get referrals a day apart, you "should" be on the same time line.)<br />
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I confess that I have listened to my 7 year old's Justin Bieber's CD and actually even cranked up "Never Say Never" when I was driving home from town alone. And then I hit repeat. TWICE! <br />
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I confess I am addicted to <a href="http://www.stelladot.com/sites/kristalawson">Stella and Dot jewelry</a>. I love it. I never thought I'd be a jewelry girl....but man am I ever. I am selling it now and confess that doing a trunk show is nerve wracking!<br />
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I confess that I am a home body. I love my home, and am so thankful for a warm house, with a real fire place on a cold night like tonight.<br />
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I confess I miss Ethiopia. I love it there. I love the people. I love the friends we made there. Everything. Part of my heart was left in Ethiopia. <br />
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I confess I listened to the whole CD of Justin Bieber. Not just one song. And I have a Justin Bieber Tshirt that I sleep in. (what can I say...I get caught up in the concert mode...and yes...I confess I loved the JB concert I took my daughter to with my good friend and her sister.K_I_T_http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238260183935067043noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583726323787008213.post-25588669232649270072011-01-07T12:13:00.005-06:002011-01-07T12:28:26.052-06:00I've heard these a time or two!So here is a <a href="http://www.xtranormal.com/watch/8043421/">video</a> that is a bit over the top, but some of the questions are bang on. I don't answer like some of these, but in my head this MAY be what I am thinking! Don't take offense if you have asked me some of these questions, it just gets a little bit repetitious. Some are questions that I won't answer. Like her past story, where her mother is, ect. But if you are really lucky, I MIGHT let you touch her hair!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXIDXjv9HE8tdzYnPm7YyXvHL2G36Uhkw5G2imYA73OWs1yMJhWFV2rzGzmylpVePl23RVjHucvGxefenxfgIeog7_tP5BW6qFAKKKmQwJmV4WuHLDIuhdVMSP75X4QZzHSCVS1nEwaA/s1600/074.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXIDXjv9HE8tdzYnPm7YyXvHL2G36Uhkw5G2imYA73OWs1yMJhWFV2rzGzmylpVePl23RVjHucvGxefenxfgIeog7_tP5BW6qFAKKKmQwJmV4WuHLDIuhdVMSP75X4QZzHSCVS1nEwaA/s200/074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559511807519471506" border="0" /></a><br /><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj104/lgtoews/sigi-2.png" /></p>K_I_T_http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238260183935067043noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583726323787008213.post-83222107829328627532010-11-22T22:43:00.006-06:002010-11-22T22:50:06.326-06:00From start until now....<p>I know. I have been a bad blogger. (insert slap to the hand.) For now I have created a photo journey of our adoption. Soon I will do a post on our first time meeting Nevaeh. Until then...</p><p> </p><p>P.S You will have to close the blog page after you click on the link...otherwise you get two songs playing at once, and it sounds crazy!</p><p></p><p><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d6a417a4e4459784d54673d0d0a&blogview=true&campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d6a417a4e4459784d54673d0d0a.jpg" width="386" /></a></td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" width="386" /></a></td></tr><tr><td align="middle"><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/all/" target="_blank">Free slideshow design</a> generated with Smilebox</td></tr></tbody></table></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj104/lgtoews/sigi-2.png" /></p>K_I_T_http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238260183935067043noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583726323787008213.post-82185654552278462352010-11-22T22:43:00.001-06:002010-11-22T22:43:54.141-06:00<p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj104/lgtoews/sigi-2.png" /></p>K_I_T_http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238260183935067043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583726323787008213.post-13917863232977637762010-10-01T09:20:00.003-06:002010-10-01T09:43:01.958-06:00Nevi's roomHere is a peek at Nev's room. Just snippets of it, I am still waiting on one item to put up, but thought I'd share a sneak peak of it. Yes......it's true. I had 3 years of waiting to do it.....actually no, I didn't, just a year, because we moved out last year to the farm. But I just couldn't do it. I am not one of those people who can decorate before I knew who she was. I couldn't even decorate while we were waiting to pass court. And in fact I couldn't even decorate it when we were waiting for the visa. I don't know why.....I suppose I had that small doubt that something could still go wrong, and then I would have the reminder.<br /><br /><br />So now that she is home, I have been busy! Check it out.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGMS2B-YHcofU7OgOU-EXvc-TCChAIpp_Mv8cjoBFKKcrVZAO-A9Cj6F4i7fY0w-JXCK-g_7FiMKoXhWv-9rMu4if5ZYHyUFnEjfqzZB9YfyR1MY9tQ1H1h5HB3bk6n5L-1PnnuMltyQ/s1600/052.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGMS2B-YHcofU7OgOU-EXvc-TCChAIpp_Mv8cjoBFKKcrVZAO-A9Cj6F4i7fY0w-JXCK-g_7FiMKoXhWv-9rMu4if5ZYHyUFnEjfqzZB9YfyR1MY9tQ1H1h5HB3bk6n5L-1PnnuMltyQ/s200/052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523100313853762322" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbrZh3zP6lkf-CpMbu22uAxzevMz-fxEYVciGvHyasWrEHWAwKd2gpImSkjstPTzWB5CvoKTtKSCaXzOr42a0Xl9tD6ZH_4G_E8BK6MmwJ_RyHItQ-Jcp6G1-xlfDLcw1oY6SxVys7Yg/s1600/050.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbrZh3zP6lkf-CpMbu22uAxzevMz-fxEYVciGvHyasWrEHWAwKd2gpImSkjstPTzWB5CvoKTtKSCaXzOr42a0Xl9tD6ZH_4G_E8BK6MmwJ_RyHItQ-Jcp6G1-xlfDLcw1oY6SxVys7Yg/s200/050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523100301869568786" border="0" /></a>A baby gift from my sister. It's so cute.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioM2iNCMm-jgWw4bw3cLoRhwWtVnwj900WjGx10PQQIffkBxcxGxun9QxE7uHj7mJCpDBqXegjEYn8VJkvaYAC6TzXZV1rlQnKSLXuW0Pzy_Npz_Q6loItI9SnlSv4eje1wFDKl7OvdA/s1600/056.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioM2iNCMm-jgWw4bw3cLoRhwWtVnwj900WjGx10PQQIffkBxcxGxun9QxE7uHj7mJCpDBqXegjEYn8VJkvaYAC6TzXZV1rlQnKSLXuW0Pzy_Npz_Q6loItI9SnlSv4eje1wFDKl7OvdA/s200/056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523100297095433442" border="0" /></a>Night light from Ikea<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbtEHUPd5xxxee-5Dxpvjc-emLRqmr_de4Q3Y3PabRSkBY1I7WzNL07kRQV3TeQyrA23-1yQx8wpislN9Sfn0LpG9t5MckLm2nOOzyiE11TBMMdTTClsJcwtiEg1tQ-kn_Bp_8DW6Oqg/s1600/049.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbtEHUPd5xxxee-5Dxpvjc-emLRqmr_de4Q3Y3PabRSkBY1I7WzNL07kRQV3TeQyrA23-1yQx8wpislN9Sfn0LpG9t5MckLm2nOOzyiE11TBMMdTTClsJcwtiEg1tQ-kn_Bp_8DW6Oqg/s200/049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523100305999471010" border="0" /></a>Okay....now here is the biggie. Wall decals. This took me so long.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZYN7hPpx9KjG6vm1L5j4ZD5F0_vnkSGe9J4ZRt5_PHSO1E3s4_AP8eR8qFylkmkJ0N2xDDLd07q1I0RBvgbky1BzPICumxjOxNm6aAqmkGNoCQhT9Yss0auoQ2eDY4VOGZ8znXs4-PQ/s1600/059.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZYN7hPpx9KjG6vm1L5j4ZD5F0_vnkSGe9J4ZRt5_PHSO1E3s4_AP8eR8qFylkmkJ0N2xDDLd07q1I0RBvgbky1BzPICumxjOxNm6aAqmkGNoCQhT9Yss0auoQ2eDY4VOGZ8znXs4-PQ/s200/059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523100320358756322" border="0" /></a>And I in fact ordered this from China. I had no idea it was from there. And YES....I had to put EACH one of those on individually. It was a pain. A BIG pain!! But worth it. <br />FYI: I think I am going to take away the butterflies. I don't know.<br />I'm just not a butterfly type of girl. Too fru fru....<br />What do you think?<br /></div><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj104/lgtoews/sigi-2.png" /></p>K_I_T_http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238260183935067043noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583726323787008213.post-77675732845627785902010-09-22T22:57:00.004-06:002010-09-22T23:07:27.450-06:00Peel Monkey Junkie<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSQ4h85mHJCmP3-hAikXSPAFuotuWf3SkU3RvLn7uAE-zz0bRF5fDOh0zMpIyR7HNMUH6GktQwSDU96FZGaazSvSeqM-Ua13UiHaWqs6miptR4xNJDRTBP_bj1nvSH9wC-B3V1viZXBg/s1600/035.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSQ4h85mHJCmP3-hAikXSPAFuotuWf3SkU3RvLn7uAE-zz0bRF5fDOh0zMpIyR7HNMUH6GktQwSDU96FZGaazSvSeqM-Ua13UiHaWqs6miptR4xNJDRTBP_bj1nvSH9wC-B3V1viZXBg/s200/035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519970396175764146" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW-gXzr9Ulk7AWs8AzlbkHQZZQxBlq_GRIJzTiLxP3bLctMDArvwWwYw4oI1WKlzK3WUL_fziWTFuY68LbvCfnIaIjj6djiZS4pN8_mBqWrYr_L0OUd0w9UN501KHLtL7h0f4LmenAWA/s1600/038.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW-gXzr9Ulk7AWs8AzlbkHQZZQxBlq_GRIJzTiLxP3bLctMDArvwWwYw4oI1WKlzK3WUL_fziWTFuY68LbvCfnIaIjj6djiZS4pN8_mBqWrYr_L0OUd0w9UN501KHLtL7h0f4LmenAWA/s200/038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519970389890292594" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN2fsSgchUBn8kLwGQeznxaqEycxG342YFQ-C63_uZ49zL01ZwB7PA9dlFLo9eMBsJhvm5X-0fC-NC7mA0308MTgKoPNVey4xrGGUKNF6a-W_TJPR3sGp934hDRy7bCRkArPYPIfLIWQ/s1600/034.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN2fsSgchUBn8kLwGQeznxaqEycxG342YFQ-C63_uZ49zL01ZwB7PA9dlFLo9eMBsJhvm5X-0fC-NC7mA0308MTgKoPNVey4xrGGUKNF6a-W_TJPR3sGp934hDRy7bCRkArPYPIfLIWQ/s200/034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519970385092952354" border="0" /></a>I love <a href="http://www.peelmonkey.com/">Peel Monkey.</a> I have done it in my bathroom, daughters room.....and love it. My friend is having a give away and a discount for Peel Monkey. Go check it out. Here is the <a href="http://pocketsofchange.wordpress.com/2010/09/21/peel-monkey-giveaway-and-discount/">link.</a><br /><br /><br />P.S I am so getting the Heart in Africa decal for Nev's room.<br /><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj104/lgtoews/sigi-2.png" /></p>K_I_T_http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238260183935067043noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583726323787008213.post-22687810018313497152010-09-11T22:40:00.003-06:002010-09-11T23:49:07.543-06:00And off to Ethiopia we go<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwV70flmIP69IYC85GHMsIwPm64pXRsq9-rre4-3oskS48zg76DYx9U6a4LKobynvfo90NWMCiJkjOeiplx6TU2cVstxCO75YffdTfE3njUik4v-SYx25xTxeTKj4HjeuDxSF-LECo6g/s1600/059.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwV70flmIP69IYC85GHMsIwPm64pXRsq9-rre4-3oskS48zg76DYx9U6a4LKobynvfo90NWMCiJkjOeiplx6TU2cVstxCO75YffdTfE3njUik4v-SYx25xTxeTKj4HjeuDxSF-LECo6g/s320/059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515884535262912962" border="0" /></a><br />Here we are off from Frankfurt to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Addis</span>. Getting excited to say the least.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIRsq6JulTauv1yHN6hPGwRmakyKeuEfsJj6xW1pV0wMZs82eJi-zV3qduTL1jBJN3zEGuftesQ0FawSys24rvZWUQAoGq1qsEkwimVSv4WMP-aFQ1j-C28IkDtHUVOgRPOF4NVoWF5w/s1600/056.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIRsq6JulTauv1yHN6hPGwRmakyKeuEfsJj6xW1pV0wMZs82eJi-zV3qduTL1jBJN3zEGuftesQ0FawSys24rvZWUQAoGq1qsEkwimVSv4WMP-aFQ1j-C28IkDtHUVOgRPOF4NVoWF5w/s320/056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515884516709289906" border="0" /></a><br />Our first look at <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">African</span> soil from the airplane window. It was stunning.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF89OrxNhJmPsfjD5vlr9DNpGqFmreuW6JtHPTYJ2n4G6YElf_yluOd5Ok_lQDODMbJ0Zjq0JpdIwt8NI9aObo1eUp5dhzhPpzXoOvfCEldjZywYEm5pym_E8pV8mfP6M8fWe53A0Awg/s1600/060.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF89OrxNhJmPsfjD5vlr9DNpGqFmreuW6JtHPTYJ2n4G6YElf_yluOd5Ok_lQDODMbJ0Zjq0JpdIwt8NI9aObo1eUp5dhzhPpzXoOvfCEldjZywYEm5pym_E8pV8mfP6M8fWe53A0Awg/s320/060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515884525482348082" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">A section of the Nile<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHSNW1Y6asNC_W-9UEfHVpHdzyNXqnMGBdmJUBNdfRziOdHWfq35XHOO0nABGoqS6rinDNPQFuTwuJLVTL9jZjIMNAlJBhdYykByaN4-V_hyphenhyphenPPbMo4mFAouBzC3bNhOXhw8xdZHjL_Fg/s1600/072.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHSNW1Y6asNC_W-9UEfHVpHdzyNXqnMGBdmJUBNdfRziOdHWfq35XHOO0nABGoqS6rinDNPQFuTwuJLVTL9jZjIMNAlJBhdYykByaN4-V_hyphenhyphenPPbMo4mFAouBzC3bNhOXhw8xdZHjL_Fg/s320/072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515884549497750962" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">A bad picture I know, but we've touched down on Ethiopian soil!! Our tiredness has turned into excitement<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA6go2mEsfSAT2nDPvys8JXYZ-syU4cwJRxIx_I2o2vElR0MAZvr9pbCDjYzeAa33_GzfGQLBZqxwjdo9J8GoOsDsdVASUytGUKlTWl2J4BtJ8MvWOjZJZkOdqWYj8_X8xNEuCR5krBQ/s1600/075.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA6go2mEsfSAT2nDPvys8JXYZ-syU4cwJRxIx_I2o2vElR0MAZvr9pbCDjYzeAa33_GzfGQLBZqxwjdo9J8GoOsDsdVASUytGUKlTWl2J4BtJ8MvWOjZJZkOdqWYj8_X8xNEuCR5krBQ/s320/075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515884556795136130" border="0" /></a>These are our drivers, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Mesfin</span> on the left, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Ketema</span> on the right. I will talk more about them in a bunch of my posts I'm sure. They are like brothers to us. Amazing, amazing men.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />Our flight from Frankfurt to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Addis</span> was good. It seemed to pass really quickly. I think because we were so excited to be on our last leg of the trip, one step closer to seeing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Nevaeh</span>. The flight was not full at all, so we each had our own seat row. Was nice to stretch out. Dad was great about pointing out landmarks. Just after we sat down in our seats, a lady leaned over to us and said "I'm not meaning to eavesdrop, but are you guys adopting from Ethiopia?" I of course answered yes. "Us too, we are adopting a little girl named <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Nyah</span>." Get out...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Nevaeh</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Nyah</span>! So once the flight took off we introduced ourselves, well Dixie and myself, he hubby was out cold! He was all <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">nestled</span> in with his eye mask on, and not into introductions! (sorry Jim, just couldn't help it!!) Anyhow, Dixie and I got to know each others journey and quite hit it off. She came over and sat with me for a bit when we first could see <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">African</span> soil, and we chatted more. She told me that her hubby was a baker. I didn't ask more right then, but a bit later I asked if he owned his own bake shop. Dixie looked at me pretty weird and said, "no, Why?" to which I replied, "Oh I just thought if he was a baker, he might own his own shop, Adam's grandpa was a baker and ......(blah blah, I babbled on about that for a bit...) "No, no, he's a Banker!" (okay, probably not funny to you, but hey, this is a log of our trip, and that was memorable!)<br /><br /><br />They were a joy to meet. We shared about our families back home that we were missing and found out we were both fellow believers. This bonded us again more intensely as we talked about our faith in God and how He had a hand in our adoptions. It turned out that they also were going to be on our returning flight, so that was so cool.<br /><br /><br />Once we landed in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Addis</span> we got our visa's and said our <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">farewells</span> to Jim and Dixie. We had a moment and had Dad pray for us all, and we parted ways, excited to reunite on our return.<br /><br /><br />We went from the airport to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Weygoss</span> Inn where we were staying, and unloaded our luggage and checked in. The receptionist proceeded to tell us we were only booked in for one night.....What? She then said she felt bad that this had happened to us, so we could stay in the lobby, which had a couch and it is also the eating room, but we would have to be out by 6am every morning because people would be showing up for breakfast....<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">ummmmmm</span>, WHAT??<br /><br /><br />Those of you who know Adam know that he doesn't like to raise a fuss, but he turned around and had a look of.....what do we do now. He said, "are you sure you have no other rooms, or know of any other hotels we could stay at. Our agency should have booked this for us."<br /><br /><br />At that point the receptionist started to smile. We were confused at why she found this funny. I mean, sleeping in the lobby with a new baby, and she thought it was funny? I then looked at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Ketema</span>, and he was laughing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">hysterically</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Mesfin</span> was doubled over laughing. She then told us that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Mesfin</span> had told her to tell us this, and she had nothing to do with the idea! It was a good introduction as to how goofy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Mesfin</span> (and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Ketema</span>) really are! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Mesfin</span> came over and put his arm around Adam's shoulder and just laughed and said he wished we could have seen our faces. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Mefin</span>, how much we miss you friend! Your humor and laugh are something we will never forget.<br /><br /><br />After getting our luggage up to our room, we went out for pizza(which was so good) and retired early, as we knew the next day was the day we had been waiting for.......for a long time, and we wanted to be rested.<br /></div></div><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj104/lgtoews/sigi-2.png" /></p>K_I_T_http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238260183935067043noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583726323787008213.post-455323958100796882010-08-17T23:05:00.003-06:002010-08-17T23:10:47.080-06:00Help my friends out and sign this petition.....<p>Hey pals. I need your support to help out this <a href="http://www.ipetitions.com/petition/bringthemhome/">family. </a> They have been waiting since NOV to get their visas issued for their children in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ethiopia</span>. This online<a href="http://www.ipetitions.com/petition/bringthemhome/"> petition </a>takes 30 secs to fill out. Lets help them out.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj104/lgtoews/sigi-2.png" /></p>K_I_T_http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238260183935067043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583726323787008213.post-10579857263992685882010-07-30T09:31:00.006-06:002010-08-06T12:49:57.523-06:00Bare feet no moreI wanted to post some photo's of all the donations that we handed out in Ethiopia. We had over 500 pairs of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">croc</span> style shoes and I can't even explain how much this meant to these children and adults. I knew there was a need for them...but didn't know exactly HOW much it would touch me to hand these out on behalf of all you who donated. THANK YOU so much for donating. We also took mini sticks and balls to hand out and the Blades donated a lot of washable tattoo's. They loved them..<br /><br /><br /><br />So enjoy the photo's. Also if you feel touched at how much the shoes <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">benefited</span> these children, when you see them on sale this fall, pick them up! I am starting collecting again, and hope to return sooner than later! <br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigPZxkXuloDQM4Wdo1SsjHnp4g3upHrt3nbdwXT7PlQrXT72aGPZmAUp2xKp7Ytn6WUmKtUDsBLIgDfmrK8hs52ChM974uvU88lBf13R_xe2A9dPbvf_7XM4Ozz_3UERgCUSNiQDu1mw/s1600/250.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigPZxkXuloDQM4Wdo1SsjHnp4g3upHrt3nbdwXT7PlQrXT72aGPZmAUp2xKp7Ytn6WUmKtUDsBLIgDfmrK8hs52ChM974uvU88lBf13R_xe2A9dPbvf_7XM4Ozz_3UERgCUSNiQDu1mw/s320/250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502353639225950882" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii-45mbGhVHxwSBl45VsNKBdWHg6xzNXDwt5qKgASYpIhH68NPjfyF8n2C5cZBLj3icXfz0TksPaOCjD_4C77FgTmYgGuXf6CDlUVctn1QpKN92R7sSHFFl-vEGht3AX43VkFIw90bcA/s1600/251.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii-45mbGhVHxwSBl45VsNKBdWHg6xzNXDwt5qKgASYpIhH68NPjfyF8n2C5cZBLj3icXfz0TksPaOCjD_4C77FgTmYgGuXf6CDlUVctn1QpKN92R7sSHFFl-vEGht3AX43VkFIw90bcA/s320/251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502353623814566274" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWfBatSS7sGabr-WDiFtSjzQSOoKAPwrIKrSGNRlXZmVhDFa6ZbaPLa6uoziiGxmOpkYAW9LRA_UmRv-wKoO0DFgT-2rn3rUSjX5sJ4mvdxLN-1hRS8hBCrbuH8xRH5cTAprrEe8bE5g/s1600/236.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWfBatSS7sGabr-WDiFtSjzQSOoKAPwrIKrSGNRlXZmVhDFa6ZbaPLa6uoziiGxmOpkYAW9LRA_UmRv-wKoO0DFgT-2rn3rUSjX5sJ4mvdxLN-1hRS8hBCrbuH8xRH5cTAprrEe8bE5g/s320/236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502353635772885394" border="0" /></a><br />Handing shoes out in the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">orphanage</span> where Nev was found at.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAu6N-mC5y7oSRDSoSqZqcAGQkPx2Vd3KbSlPreZiF30biOvG6ZM5uGTKdBsnp4ofLMchwgqrjNyOD0eMytRyeBBAyzYExD3d-kgZaLslN1zVhcoZoJkak_Lv8z3H-do5q0xhAl8KEDg/s1600/246.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAu6N-mC5y7oSRDSoSqZqcAGQkPx2Vd3KbSlPreZiF30biOvG6ZM5uGTKdBsnp4ofLMchwgqrjNyOD0eMytRyeBBAyzYExD3d-kgZaLslN1zVhcoZoJkak_Lv8z3H-do5q0xhAl8KEDg/s320/246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502353609487376818" border="0" /></a><br />A little girl who attached to Dad. Or maybe the other way around!!<br /><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihWR2yPBlpNlrY6qT_nQRUGuqU90fufVXI2BhDMw0vvYANZ13IxcbcH9y1x99MzZm4ZxGFX2O6s_zxrXMt-dxnEVRq5Z9YUbNatTfaQLcxXzW9hmhX-12VM0SJfHQ0L5ivFPOjNGIRkQ/s1600/240.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihWR2yPBlpNlrY6qT_nQRUGuqU90fufVXI2BhDMw0vvYANZ13IxcbcH9y1x99MzZm4ZxGFX2O6s_zxrXMt-dxnEVRq5Z9YUbNatTfaQLcxXzW9hmhX-12VM0SJfHQ0L5ivFPOjNGIRkQ/s320/240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499729882854247970" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhexbeNm-sD6zFtU5iRFO9l55e0ve5mwVRhH8Qs0ZKJnQuQvYyNy8rBxBA8jn5IPxObeqErou_rCIQmg3_87VgCur2-FS7P9TKBtICxhWHb_U8_IjMDcnX4U8X27XC_BIRUoN7laijNnQ/s1600/238.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhexbeNm-sD6zFtU5iRFO9l55e0ve5mwVRhH8Qs0ZKJnQuQvYyNy8rBxBA8jn5IPxObeqErou_rCIQmg3_87VgCur2-FS7P9TKBtICxhWHb_U8_IjMDcnX4U8X27XC_BIRUoN7laijNnQ/s320/238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499729852245532786" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjzlccO5EyUiqGKu99VytWNTgvtai9966jm-QQirH4scCV-0AN-baJwZEUTJ1tumnqIgLDGfreOn9HEGxsz5TCbNWbhvWiaGJUsLFrxh-krUl6R7KUkmCesAzZxvpXam9OT0X7QKcELQ/s1600/223.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjzlccO5EyUiqGKu99VytWNTgvtai9966jm-QQirH4scCV-0AN-baJwZEUTJ1tumnqIgLDGfreOn9HEGxsz5TCbNWbhvWiaGJUsLFrxh-krUl6R7KUkmCesAzZxvpXam9OT0X7QKcELQ/s320/223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499725335969085602" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii4pwWSdHCeITWmE9FAydUUkGCrIZ9fru_gGHQwqjSfsUK2ihA09v_Ep5xc-RmNxxja4s00kk-mGwO3GTx1CjmJchuk18gX9R1urXe2u6k4AAtKT4Srg0eRBtTqPglnGqftVGnJ1QDhA/s1600/220.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii4pwWSdHCeITWmE9FAydUUkGCrIZ9fru_gGHQwqjSfsUK2ihA09v_Ep5xc-RmNxxja4s00kk-mGwO3GTx1CjmJchuk18gX9R1urXe2u6k4AAtKT4Srg0eRBtTqPglnGqftVGnJ1QDhA/s320/220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499725330738029314" border="0" /></a><br />Playing with the mini sticks. Adam showed them how to hold the sticks and shoot and score!!<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMbWTdJxG4j8BVQnXqC4CcpzJiSFD0VoZKcvu1ZL1ZZnFqicLvIiYjymyZWUQl1ieGFL8WDZUiVUsHRE9YG9aFiLZmaY7u8SQ-0fe03yw1AfYW4LiPArkLJmaoCmSX39CvsQDZJmt3ig/s1600/216.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMbWTdJxG4j8BVQnXqC4CcpzJiSFD0VoZKcvu1ZL1ZZnFqicLvIiYjymyZWUQl1ieGFL8WDZUiVUsHRE9YG9aFiLZmaY7u8SQ-0fe03yw1AfYW4LiPArkLJmaoCmSX39CvsQDZJmt3ig/s320/216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499725320867773922" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi57fCRQkDuqds42kdnQLvI94aBlQl9_iT1OUYEtQt4HJfBEZBqqJf5EzXVoJTVO4aXIIpcFLLJxfVCyALrx_KlHVc0KxmzC5U9W4SWWtwpDKR21Qwn6QFHtuj74cE60wKQ6fnbZCLhkQ/s1600/210.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi57fCRQkDuqds42kdnQLvI94aBlQl9_iT1OUYEtQt4HJfBEZBqqJf5EzXVoJTVO4aXIIpcFLLJxfVCyALrx_KlHVc0KxmzC5U9W4SWWtwpDKR21Qwn6QFHtuj74cE60wKQ6fnbZCLhkQ/s320/210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499725311198497442" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7QgKDfPXRrFEmxoU35U4mj1CvN-jgv2GklpFymjR8FGO6Z_HgxQIn-wNu8rWx6LxsaRFy1CRvgrlZYmVBW3GOOSSHdfMyQaMYYigWS4yIg9VY-3CpRIt1dnYkV5NkL_O1blZWIJFnBA/s1600/212.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7QgKDfPXRrFEmxoU35U4mj1CvN-jgv2GklpFymjR8FGO6Z_HgxQIn-wNu8rWx6LxsaRFy1CRvgrlZYmVBW3GOOSSHdfMyQaMYYigWS4yIg9VY-3CpRIt1dnYkV5NkL_O1blZWIJFnBA/s320/212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499725303318061442" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOwn9UDoKePVG5ikiVI-nqAQ6BmKwe9kk1YibHb40hHbi5smGsPSff0OeyL04VbT9LgqlXoG9Emh8hc1H46tjd3iNKXUPCDEzEkay0QJfm5BnKt_adgpMwbdo2pyY0sG0tLXN-AN8DoQ/s1600/245.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOwn9UDoKePVG5ikiVI-nqAQ6BmKwe9kk1YibHb40hHbi5smGsPSff0OeyL04VbT9LgqlXoG9Emh8hc1H46tjd3iNKXUPCDEzEkay0QJfm5BnKt_adgpMwbdo2pyY0sG0tLXN-AN8DoQ/s320/245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502353625576791362" border="0" /></a><br />A group photo of everyone with shoes, sticks and tattoo's!!<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu0uoLNDzLOr1-dcyvl_BtwKb8xfYkAIE_OoU7zwe9zUeC9pi4y5RsHviIIIdq-Kivv4aUyy7cpbRgfk6Q7GWjBXImMgk-r7OXNvjGFvlo1jDPked9m2hbwKwdhoqzfLaPopVltMsQgQ/s1600/301.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu0uoLNDzLOr1-dcyvl_BtwKb8xfYkAIE_OoU7zwe9zUeC9pi4y5RsHviIIIdq-Kivv4aUyy7cpbRgfk6Q7GWjBXImMgk-r7OXNvjGFvlo1jDPked9m2hbwKwdhoqzfLaPopVltMsQgQ/s320/301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499729874745893970" border="0" /></a>Look at this boys feet. We found him on the roadside working in the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">fields</span>. No shoes.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk2cFNILwOSN0e-zEPvD1A9SuNx0SAOT0cLSD3-fwlffUoPeydwNxy7FkU564rHrCPq_VMNixiSiRNmuW6NxLwgp7_CSNqsN1MUfycNoau3ndngSwjdxSZqiYCxyPh-CXEhj3zGFsQ_Q/s1600/302.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk2cFNILwOSN0e-zEPvD1A9SuNx0SAOT0cLSD3-fwlffUoPeydwNxy7FkU564rHrCPq_VMNixiSiRNmuW6NxLwgp7_CSNqsN1MUfycNoau3ndngSwjdxSZqiYCxyPh-CXEhj3zGFsQ_Q/s320/302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499729865261525378" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQjAcsHwFSatiZ6A0iQBXnKKFynabiE6Qz5qPfZpsEcj7kVKz2LmCOjnaOyTY3wlrTNEqRTAX5Tl6l_xuSZbXMqPaGBfixVScZdDN3MaMmsq0f2qn__dv-6vQmtUT5hQO36QVBiWQ5hg/s1600/338.JPG"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQjAcsHwFSatiZ6A0iQBXnKKFynabiE6Qz5qPfZpsEcj7kVKz2LmCOjnaOyTY3wlrTNEqRTAX5Tl6l_xuSZbXMqPaGBfixVScZdDN3MaMmsq0f2qn__dv-6vQmtUT5hQO36QVBiWQ5hg/s320/338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499729888108168866" border="0" /></a>Group of school kids on the side of the road, walking home from school...No shoes...<br /></div></div><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj104/lgtoews/sigi-2.png" /></p>K_I_T_http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238260183935067043noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583726323787008213.post-83476596169561909532010-07-24T01:05:00.002-06:002010-07-24T01:14:27.813-06:00to tie you over...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKMBQRTXdR1IhOS1HS78GuUS0lPUItxgfbxSZQAqDmj0vqgyhjhZ5AvwGi297SgrYT6KD2Abf35mdYh1qgpzKFtQiqq-zRkFe-RFX1UakPEKk0ybZ6JOy2iOaChFUiR0d7-XQuL-DvPA/s1600/109.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKMBQRTXdR1IhOS1HS78GuUS0lPUItxgfbxSZQAqDmj0vqgyhjhZ5AvwGi297SgrYT6KD2Abf35mdYh1qgpzKFtQiqq-zRkFe-RFX1UakPEKk0ybZ6JOy2iOaChFUiR0d7-XQuL-DvPA/s320/109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497367172265356978" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkK5qRRo1JZHuXnDay6v2dvc4W8Vq7Fvhyphenhyphen1e8ElklBgHs0ejqze1x8lrVAFoFBhsviMZWzmrFbi0MNunjxMNFgvht3U4jj9MvKjpNbOoDsTXQ7EBHdyElr8MjVXfW6pGZK6IXgCBUfTA/s1600/071.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkK5qRRo1JZHuXnDay6v2dvc4W8Vq7Fvhyphenhyphen1e8ElklBgHs0ejqze1x8lrVAFoFBhsviMZWzmrFbi0MNunjxMNFgvht3U4jj9MvKjpNbOoDsTXQ7EBHdyElr8MjVXfW6pGZK6IXgCBUfTA/s320/071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497367168129477458" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTBKWbSdV2AbBkL00TkJw_Q9lm-GI60A_xB1EffjFID-Ay0dwfSo7EBKh4T-NHVYF3WM3Ozf98m3HGfdUgwLfvE1rk288DxIuLqa5ZxYn4bdII3cbwcBGu1E6JEqngI5QYHEDu622q_w/s1600/005.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTBKWbSdV2AbBkL00TkJw_Q9lm-GI60A_xB1EffjFID-Ay0dwfSo7EBKh4T-NHVYF3WM3Ozf98m3HGfdUgwLfvE1rk288DxIuLqa5ZxYn4bdII3cbwcBGu1E6JEqngI5QYHEDu622q_w/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497367161918456722" border="0" /></a><br />I thought I left my camera charger in Ethiopia...that's why I haven't posted pics of Nev at home. But I guess in my tiredness of coming home, I put it in it's right place in the cupboard! More to come when I charge my LAPTOP up now!<br /><br /><p><br /></p><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj104/lgtoews/sigi-2.png" /></p><p><br /></p>K_I_T_http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238260183935067043noreply@blogger.com9