Friday, June 16, 2006

all about she she she

she's here now, I mean, on the outside. Clare, Sol's and Levi's first cousin on their mom's side. I'm so proud of you Jen! Congratulations Brent! I am sick to see her!

We also have news regarding our baby girl, Sol. Even at 3 and so grown up, she needs to know she'll always be mom's first baby. In the past month we have made some progress toward our legal status with Sol. First, we were able to get Sol a birth certificate, which we had thought was going to be a problem because Sol was born at home.

But God is good and we now have a birth certificate. Last Friday we were scheduled to have a home visit, during which the judge in charge of children was to interview us. Unfortunately, the judge had to be in court regarding a case of child abuse and was unable to make the home visit. He sent a social worker and a psychologist in his place to interview us.

I just knew (and had mentally prepared) that because we were foreigners our interviewers would probably hold us to a different standard and that they were bound, at some point, to tell us something hondiculous.

For those of you unfamiliar with the vernacular, Hondiculous is a cultural occurance in which a Honduran says or does something ridiculous.

I will get to that in a minute, but let's just say my goal was just to make sure that by the end of the interview, we had gotten on their good side to insure a favorable report. And, to cut the suspense, all went well.

Just want to mention one particularly outrageous Hondiculous moment.

The psychologist asked me to give an example of something, and you know how you can never think of a great example under pressure... anyway, I told the psychologist that we have rules (gasp) regarding the sofa. Sol knows to take off her shoes before she gets on the couch, because shoes are dirty (and muddy during the rainy season.) Sol obeys that rule really well. But, we also have a rule about not jumping on the couch, the rationale being, obviously, safety, especially since we have very hard ceramic tile floors. Sol's not so great at remembering that rule.

Psychologist response: "You should really consider letting Sol jump on the couch, you know, it's good for muscle development."

Oh, I said, I usually just take her outside.

No, he doesn't have kids.

Hondiculous, I know.

Thursday, June 01, 2006

breakdown

Okay. Some of you might be shaking your heads, saying, "I'm surprised it didn't happen sooner -- poor gal, a mental breakdown." Well, that's not it, yet. What are those thingys called where you make up a word for each letter of another word, my great aunt is fond of those, anyway, here's my best shot ....

Baby now walking and putting everything in mouth
Red welt where the unthinkable happened -- a scorpion stung Sol (now, I know what that's called, alliteration)
Eating out every night with obnoxious and/or anxious mission group leaders
Ally responsible for eleven summer interns
Kitty cat's fleas in the house
Deadly snake inside clinic
Obvious sleep deprivation
Washing machine broken
No cell phone signal + car breakdown on side of mountain with hungry children at night with husband away

On the upside of things, apparently our community will be getting electricity by the end of the year because God just happened to make the tallest mountain around near our village and the cell phone company is putting a tower on it to shoot a signal straight to the capital city. (A double blessing since not only will night lights and alarm clocks work in our house, but also this will make future car breakdowns much more managable.) I can hardly wait.

Ciao.

p.s. My older sister is maybe having a baby like right this minute but I KNOW she would have called me to let me know, or AT LEAST mom would have. Right guys?!??