Here's a little peek into my life the past few days...
FRIDAY - I spent the day doing things like peeling my boneless child (Knuffle Bunny, anyone?) off the sidewalk in front of the bank as I tried get my errands done, pushing a very noisy and creaky shopping cart with a giant plastic car attached to the front in pursuit of the child that just had to ride in the giant plastic car/cart, trying to maneuver my giant car/cart through the self-check line at the grocery store while my child bangs on the "Kroger Job Application Center" computer and a line suddenly materializes behind me that is longer than the line outside the women's restroom at a Taylor Swift concert. So. not. fun.
SATURDAY - My college roommate asked me to watch her two boys (5 and 2) for the day while she and her husband caught a flight to a conference in Texas. I had them from 3 to 10ish while her in-laws attended a wedding. Just before my roommate and her husband took off for the airport, she mentioned that she smelled gas near our dryer. We ended up having to evacuate (which meant waking my child up from her nap after 45 minutes - bad idea). My poor roommate had to say goodbye to her boys for four days as they played with a very grouchy Emma in the backyard of a house that was possibly in danger of spontaneous combustion. (Okay, so maybe it wasn't quite that dramatic.) Anyway, the gas guy came and found three leaks in our basement, which meant that he had to turn off our gas (all our gas) until we can get the leaks fixed. So...no dryer. No stove. No oven. The ingredients I endured pushing the monster car/cart to purchase...suddenly worthless (unless someone knows how to make pizza and alfredo on a grill).
SUNDAY - We had our church service outside, followed by a picnic and potluck. Normally this is one of my favorite Sundays. Unfortunately, I woke up with the beginning of a sinus infection. I still managed to wrangle Emma, pack our swim stuff, load up the camping chairs, and put baked beans in the crockpot. (Confession time: I'm the pastor's wife, and I made Bush's baked beans - yes, from a can - for the church potluck. Total cooking failure.) Anyways, I'm thinking things are going pretty well as I zoom off to the potluck and pull into the parking lot ten minutes early. Turns out I zoomed a little too fast. As I open the back door, I notice that my crockpot full of beans is now horizontal...and no longer full of beans. There's about an inch of beans left in the crockpot and about four inches of beans spilled across the back seat. I let my daughter out of her seat (and she proceeds to jump out of the car and announce to everyone within earshot that, "Mommy spilled beans all over the car!") and start scraping. There are beans e.v.e.r.y.w.h.e.r.e. In the crack between the seats. Down the hole in the fabric where the seatbelts come out. On my camera bag. The more I dig, the deeper the beans sink. So, now I'm the pastor's wife whose beans from a can are smeared all over her arms. Thankfully, only about 300 people notice (thanks to Emma's loud exclamations). Such a lovely start to my day.
MONDAY - I wake up with more than just a hint of a sinus infection, pop in Toy Story 3, and go back to bed until 10:30.
So, there you have it: my Jonah week. No dryer. No oven. Lots of useless groceries. One van seat that is still caked with baked bean juice. But it's okay.
It's okay because my husband's a great griller. It's okay because I have awesome friends who offer to take my daughter while my head is exploding. It's okay because Jonah days (or weeks, or months) don't last forever. Jonah did eventually end up on the beach after all. ;)
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UPDATE (1-29-12): Brigitte has a family working to bring her home.
On a completely different (and much cheerier) note, I have such a cute girl for you to meet today. This little one actually had a committed family who isn't able to follow through with her adoption for some reason.
Meet Brigitte...
Is she a doll, or what? A family who was adopting another child from the same orphanage met Brigitte last year. Here's what they had to say about her...
"This little girl is adorable! She's very talkative, was quick to tell me her name, age, and ask my name and what I was doing there! She had a little purse she filled with treasures while outside, often leaves, rocks, sticks. One day they had chalk and we showed her how to write on a leaf, she quickly ran back and showed all her friends. She sought us out whenever they were outside and would make a beeline to us with a big smile. She's such a lively, outgoing girl...I was so excited to see 'Brigitte' on RR! She's just a love and holds a piece of our hearts. Mine, my husband's, and my sister's. (She came to finish out the trip with me after my husband left.) I'm sure if she could just tuck one in her jacket it would have been Brigitte."
Brigitte is four years old and is said to be developing typically. She is HIV+. Because she is in the same country we hope to adopt from, she is technically not available for adoption until her fifth birthday next June. However, if you are interested in Brigitte, this would give you time to complete the paperwork necessary to adopt her, and (hopefully!) the special needs list will expand to include HIV before June.
I actually have a friend who has adopted from Brigitte's orphanage, and she said it is one of the better orphanages. This region also seems to process adoptions quickly and smoothly. My facilitator (who is wonderful!) has done adoptions from this orphanage. If you are interested in adopting Brigitte, I would be more than happy to connect you with my friend and/or my facilitator.
Please let me know if you are interested in more information about Brigitte. Have a great Wednesday! I hope it's as beautiful where you are as it is here!
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