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Thursday, June 12, 2008

For Michael and Heather

It is now time to write a post dedicated to the two greatest people on earth - Michael and Heather (now Aunt Heather and Uncle Michael to Little Miss Fantastic -- and likely the rest of our clan as well).

I simply cannot say enough fantastic things about these two. But I'll try. And this post will focus on Heather --- or Heather Together, as I call her.

Heather and I have only known each other for about 10 months. But I swear, it's like I've known her for 20 years. Not even kidding. She's unbelievable. She and Michael can NEVER move (they live right across the street) or we're outta here. And that won't make me happy cuz I love it here.

Here is an incomplete list of fabulous things about Heather Together:

1. She's so unbelievably together. She's a total rule-follower at heart, so of course, I completely get that.

2. She's VERY smart.

3. She knows all there is to know about the political realm and the people behind it which is fantastic because I know zero about this area and she doesn't laugh at me when I ask her what GOP stands for or, well, I won't put anymore examples here because if I did you might conclude that I really am an idiot.

4. She knows all kinds of "weird" things. Like, she'll mention some random and interesting tidbit about something that happened in the 1800s or something --- something pretty much no one else on earth knows.

5. She's an avid vintage "stuff" collector. Her entire house is vintage. She probably uses vintage toilet paper. It's ridiculous. I go into her house and I just want to buy things.

6. She's the bravest person I know.

7. She has never, and I mean NEVER said an unkind thing about anyone (and we've discussed some folks/situations that I thought definitely lent themselves to an unkind word or two, but I ended up uttering them for her and me alike).

8. She is AMAZING with our kids. She has the patience of a saint. And it takes a lot of patience.
It pretty much takes a saint. Maybe I should call her Mother Heather.

9. She is ridiculously modest.

10. She has crazy sayings (which I've adopted) like, "Easy peasy" and "Smartie" and "Simple Simon." Like, things aren't easy, they are "easy peasy" or "simple simon." And whenever anyone says anything even remotely intelligent, she'll say, "There you go smartie!" I particularly appreciate this because I feel less intelligent by the second.

11. She's gotten me to appreciate biographies, autobiographies, and all things historical. I pretty much can guarantee I'll never pick up another "fluff" book again.

12. She's gotten me to SO appreciate the color green!

13. She's totally and completely honest --- in a very respectful way.

14. She's never made me feel guilty about my Starbucks habit because hers is worse.

That list is completely just the beginning. But some things I simply must keep to myself! Plus, if I say too much more everyone will clamor for her. Kind of like a great babysitter. You have to keep some of the info close to your chest (or whatever the phrase is - something to do with cards, poker I think - I should ask Heather. She'll know.)

Tomorrow, I will dedicate my post too all things Michael. So stay tuned.

Friday, June 6, 2008

Awareness: Part 2

Clearly, I'm on an awareness kick right now. This isn't terribly like me. But I think that for those close to us, this sort of awareness sheds light on some of the meaning behind our journey.

After seeing a documentary like this, I look at our four children and, for a split second, I imagine one of them being an orphan. Once you have children, most parents can tell you that every awful story you hear on the news or read in the papers involving children (which is why I don't watch the news or read the papers, rendering me slightly stupid at this point), almost subconsciously you imagine your own children in such a predicament. It's such a painful experience that I quickly move on to another thought. If I don't, I'll lose my mind. There should be NO orphans in this world. And while we can't solve the problem for all 143,000,000 of them, we can solve it for one and we feel blessed and honored to be granted the privelege and responsibility of doing so.

I honestly do not believe that adoption is the long-term solution to these issues. It is SURELY the short-term solution (or, at least, one of them). The long-term solution is to ensure that everyone everywhere is self-sufficient. That everyone is given the tools and the knowledge to be self-sufficient in their environment. Surely, that is everyone's God-given right. And surely, what those tools in place, this number (143,000,000) can be reduced.

Thursday, June 5, 2008

We Have a Baby, Baby!

Well, folks, after 21 weeks (and change) on the waitlist, we've officially accepted the referral of a BEAUTIFUL 6-week-old baby girl. We received the referral yesterday, but because she has a minor medical condition, we wanted to take some time to consult with different doctors to ensure that we were prepared to accommodate any needs she might have related to her condition.

I cannot tell you how weird this is. David just called and he said, "Wow. It happened so fast!" I said, "Excuse me? What land have YOU been living in?" He meant that one minute we were still waiting and the next we had this beautiful baby to plan for.

So, now we wait for travel. But honestly, even though I'm dying to get to her, 5 months on the Guatemala list and 21 weeks on the Ethiopia list? I think I can handle the next little bit (I hope).

More soon!

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Awareness

I'm not the type of person who waves my "this is my cause" flag super high. I do what I do, support what I support, and that's that. But this story is really too important not to share.

I remember when I first learned about the people of Ethiopia, the children, who were starving. I don't remember exactly how old I was. But I remember the constant images of children with bloated bellies from malnutrition. The flies everywhere. The dumps.

Then, at some point, those images ceased to fill the television screens and the newspapers. And, here in our society where we do almost everything in excess, most of us (including myself) forgot. We forgot that somewhere, on the other side of the world, people were starving to death because, in a country so dependent on agriculture, there was no available food source. We forgot that people were living an existence that we could not fathom in our wildest nightmares.

I read a story like this (which was on CNN a few weeks ago) and I realize that this poor mother has no place to go to find help for her child. There is no food whatsoever. Her 3-year-old daughter weighs little more than my fourth child did at birth. It's simply inexcusable.

I don't know what the solution is. But what I do know is that "out of sight out of mind" is not okay. We need to see these images. We need to read these stories. We need to be reminded of this travesty. And we need to ask ourselves how we can help these people. There is power in numbers. And the numbers of people living this type of existence in our daughter's birth country --- living this type of existence ANYWHERE --- is not okay.


SHANTO, Ethiopia (AP) -- This year's poor rains have nearly killed Bizunesh.

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Bizunesh is 3 and weighs less than 10 pounds. "There is nothing ... I beg for milk," her mother says.

The rangy 3-year-old weighs less than 10 pounds, or 4 kilograms. Her long limbs, weak and folded like a praying mantis, cannot carry even her slight weight. She cannot speak. She doesn't want to eat. Health officials say she is permanently stunted.

Bizunesh -- whose name, sadly, means "plentiful" -- is one of untold numbers of children hit by this year's double blow of a countrywide drought and skyrocketing global food prices that has brought famine, once again, to Ethiopia.

"She should be bigger than this," said her mother Zewdunesh Feltam, rocking the listless child. "Before there was maize, different kinds of food. But now there is nothing ... I beg for milk from my neighbors."

The U.N. children's agency said in a statement Tuesday an estimated 126,000 Ethiopian children urgently need food and medical care because of severe malnutrition -- and called the crisis "the worst since the major humanitarian crisis of 2003."

The U.N. World Food Program estimates that 2.7 million Ethiopians will need emergency food aid because of late rains -- nearly double the number who needed help last year. An additional 5 million of Ethiopia's 80 million people receive aid each year because they never have enough food, whether harvests are good or not.

In Shanto, the crisis is vivid. A feeding center run by the Irish charity GOAL has admitted 73 starving children in the past month.

Some, like Bizunesh, are frail and skeletal. Others, like 4-year-old Eyob Tadesse, have grossly swollen limbs in a sign of extreme malnutrition.

Eyob, whose mother said he used to be a lively, talkative child, sat in a stupor, unable to speak, not moving even to brush away the flies that swarmed all over his face. The sunny room humid with a recent, too late, rain shower was made gloomy by an eerie silence despite being full of sick children. Chronic malnutrition can affect children for life, stunting their growth, brain development and immune systems, which leaves them vulnerable to a host of illnesses.

Many mothers said their families were trying to survive on a gluey, chewy bread made of the root of the "false banana" plant -- one of many wild or so-called famine foods that Ethiopians depend on in times of trouble.

It's not known how many children have died or are starving now. Local and international aid and health workers say between 10 and nearly 20 percent of Ethiopia's children are malnourished -- 15 percent is considered a critical situation. In 2006, Ethiopia had 13.4 million children under the age of five, according to UNICEF.

In Shanto, a southwestern agricultural area that grows sweet potatoes, recent rains arrived too late to save the harvest.

Samuel Akale, a nutritionist with the government's disaster prevention agency, said the hunger will get worse. "The number of severely malnourished will increase, and then they'll die."

WFP officials say the drought has affected six of Ethiopia's nine regions, stretching from Tigray in the north to the vast and dry Somali region in the south, though not every part of every region is affected.

Spokesman Greg Beals said the U.N. Office for the Coordination of Humanitarian Affairs is preparing an appeal for additional tens of millions of dollars.

"This is a real crisis that needs to be addressed," he said.

Ethiopia is a country with a history of hunger. It escalated to notoriety in 1984 when a famine compounded by communist policies killed some 1 million people. Pictures of stick-thin children like Bizunesh were broadcast onto television sets around the world.

This year's crisis is mild in comparison. But drought and chronic hunger persist in Ethiopia, a Horn of Africa nation known for its coffee, a major export. In 2003, droughts led 13.2 million people to seek emergency food aid. Drought in 2000 left more than 10 million needing emergency food.

Drought is especially disastrous in Ethiopia because more than 80 percent of people live off the land, and agriculture drives the economy, accounting for half of all domestic production and 85 percent of exports. But many also go hungry because of government policies. Ethiopia's government buys all crops from farmers at fixed low prices. And the government owns all the land, so it cannot be used as collateral for loans.

Aid agencies say emergency intervention is not enough and are appealing for more money to support regular feeding programs.

"What we're doing at the moment is waiting until children get severely malnourished, taking them into the feeding program, getting them back to a level of moderate malnutrition and then watching them cycle back," said Hatty Newhouse, a nutrition adviser from GOAL.

There are fears that the next harvest also will fail.

"We are crying with the mothers and the children," said Akale, the nutritionist.

Monday, June 2, 2008

NUMERO UNO!

Okay, we're FINALLY number one! I can hardly stand the suspense. Keep checking on us, folks, it could be any day now!

And, incidentally, if anyone has a clue how to save an image off a site when you're on a mac, please let me know. I'm ready to do away with the whole apple concept forever.

:) (I'd put a real happy face, but I don't know how to download it off the stock exchange website onto my mac, remember?)

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Just another day...

Oh, it's been all kinds of fun in this house over the past 15 hours!

Grace takes Tae Kwon Do twice a week at Lifetime Fitness. Loves it. Never thought she'd attach to it like she has, but she's very into it. She's been known to do her routine in Lowe's.

Last night David and I took her about 40 minutes north to her Tae Kwon Do teacher's studio or dojo or whatever it's called to test for her yellow belt. Very exciting. We thought the testing would take, oh, 15 minutes.

We got up there and loved every second of watching her do her thing (with 40 other folks ranging in age from 4 to 44) but soon realized that 15 minutes wasn't to be. The lady next to us said this would take 2-3 hours. Hmmmm.

David's mom was at home with Jack, Henry, and George. David had left his phones in his truck thinking that all would be fine, plus he didn't want his phone to ring in the dojo/studio/place.

We had told Sharon we'd be home around 8:00, so at 7:40 I told David he should go call her to tell her that 8:00 wasn't to be.

He went outside to call her, and I glanced over and saw him motioning for me to come outside. I thought, "Oh great. Who threw up?"

No one threw up, but Henry had fallen off of his bike, and Sharon was afraid he needed stitches. She had called, but of course we hadn't answered.

Now, I TOTALLY trust Sharon. I also know that face wounds bleed...a lot. So I thought it was possible that it was bleeding enough that it LOOKED like it needed stitches but, in fact, maybe didn't. So, for a second opinion, I called Fabulous Heather across the street and asked her to go take a look.

I called the house a few minutes later to receive Heather's assessment.

"Uh...oh...um...yeah," says Heather, trying to be completely non-excited right in front of Henry. "I think we need an ER. Like, now."

Meanwhile, board breaking was ensuing in the dojo/studio/place. I said to David, "Oh, well Grace has never done this. I don't think the white belts do this."

"Yes, they do," he answered.

I'm sorry. What? She's going to break a board with some part of her body having never practiced that before? Well, at least we have a scheduled trip to the ER in place, so if anything goes awry she can just tag along.

She indeed broke the board --- with her foot --- and was not injured. Hallelujah. Then some other kid kicked the board with the top of his foot incorrectly and I was sure he DID break his toes. I told his mom that I had an extra seat in Heather's ambulance if he needed it.

The coordination began. Now, my husband is fantastic, but coordination, especially in the midst of an emergency, isn't always his strong suit. He suggested that I take his truck to the ER and he would take Grace to the pizza joint next door and I could then pick them up after the ER visit.

Uh, ER visits don't last 20 minutes.

He then suggested that his mom put the three boys in the car and drive them all the way to the dojo/studio/place and then she and Jack and George would stay at the dojo/studio/place while I took Henry to the ER.

Um, no.

I said, "David, this is what I do. I'll handle it." But I always appreciate his effort. Love you, muffin!

Heather put Henry in her car and brought him up to the dojo/studio/place and took both of us to the ER while David stayed with Grace and then got her dinner at 9:30 (since we had no idea this would take this long at the dojo/studio/place and she hadn't had dinner) and took her home.

The guy next to David was like, "How are you going to handle THIS?" I said, "Sir, please, this is nothing."

I briefly spoke to Henry on the phone and said, "Heather is going to bring you up here." He said, with zero emotion, "Yeah. I fell off my bike. I think I need to go to the hospital for stitches."

Then Jack wanted to chat. He asked if he could go with us. I said No. He fell into a crying heap. I hung up.

30 minutes later Heather arrived and off to the ER we went.

We got to the hospital where I first was able to see the wound and I, too, had to feign calm in the midst of panic. It was not good. Henry climbed out of the car and as we were walking in he says, "Mom, that says 'Emergency'."

"Yes, Henry, it does."

"Why doesn't it say 'Room'?"

Who knows.

We basically got right in. The doc came in and I said, "This can't be glued, can it?"

"Uh, no."

I have never seen anything like this. It literally looked like he had two mouths. He hit it right on the sweet spot where your chin meets your neck and the whole thing just split open to within about 1 mm of the bone.

They put a numbing medicine on it, and Henry slept through all NINE stitches. Yes, nine stitches. Heather's standing there a bit teary-eyed saying, "Oh, this sweet boy. I think he's my favorite now," and then almost threw up because I had stupidly said something about MRSA and she was suddenly aware that she'd touched a chair in the waiting room and then put gum into her mouth without sanitizing her hands and she could feel the staph infection pulsing through her veins (plus, the stitching process wasn't the prettiest sight in the world and she did have a front-row seat, seeing how she was being the maternal one), while I stood there simply studying how stitches are really done. Me, the ever un-emotional parent.

The triage nurse came in to see how Henry was doing. She said, "I didn't want to overreact, but that was a very bad cut."

We arrived home at 12:30 this morning. David got up at 3:30 to go to work.

I can only imagine what today will bring. One thing I KNOW it will bring is some coffee and something I should not eat...like a whole cake.

Hope you have a less eventful weekend (though the acquisition of the yellow belt is one piece of very exciting news around here!). And, for the record, she nearly kicked the crap out of the two boys she had to spar with. You go girl!

My sweet Henry this morning. Stoic as always.

There are nine. You can count 'em to be sure!

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Gracey Kate's debut

Several weeks ago, Grace came home from school and announced that there was a talent show happening and she wanted to be in it.

Fine.

She then mentioned that she'd need this, that, and the other thing for the audition.

Audition? What audition? You mean that 3rd graders have to audition for a talent show? Like, some kids (who are as young as 5, seeing that kindergarten was included as well) might not get in? Icky. Didn't like that. I mean, these are the sorts of moments when you realize that there are experiences to be had as a parent for which you can positively never be prepared.

I quickly realized, however, that perhaps this provided a good opportunity for her to try out for something, have to practice, believe in herself, and possibly deal with being told, "No."

Although, I was perfectly willing to put a smile on my face and then slap the person who told her No.

So, she selected a song and practiced and practiced (and practiced). In the bathtub, in the shower, in bed at midnight. I downloaded the karaoke version of her song and, even after insisting that she couldn't sing "without the real singers," she figured out how to do it.

So, today was the day. She sat stoically (those of you who know her will totally be able to see this) in her spot as #17 for about an hour before it was her turn. No emotion on her face. I thought I was going to throw up.

At one point, when I noticed that some kids were holding the mic (and knowing she had planned for it to remain on its stand so that she could do the arm movements she'd choreographed), I sneaked over and asked her if she planned to hold the mic or not.

"I don't know, Mom." Didn't even look at me.

I immediately returned to my seat.

When it was her turn, she got up there and did her thing like she's been doing it all her life. In front of the entire K-5 classes AND all of their parents! She indeed held the mic and modified her arm movements accordingly. We were very proud of her! We told her what a great job she did when she was finished and she said, "I was really scared. Really scared. Terrified. Really scared." We said, "Yes, but you did it anyway. That's so great!"

"Yeah, really scared."

Now she's talking about hosting a penguin or something for the summer. I don't care if there are auditions for this. We're not doing it.