A Load of Croc
My family has a love-hate relationship with Crocs. My kids love them, and I hate them. I tend to be on board with this other girl named Kristen, who describes them as the bane of modern civilization. I tried so hard to resist buying them for my kids. Friends were raving about their comfort , and all the kids at playgroup were wearing them. Jafta saw them in stores and begged and begged. Finally, I relented with India, because her feet were getting stinky in her Vans and sandals would not stay . . .
The Post-Trip Post
This is the post where I talk about the culture shock of re-entering the US and all of it's excesses. Cliche? Perhaps. Necessary? Absolutely. Our last night in Haiti, we had a great time with Keanan. He was used to us, and playful and fun. We tried to make our goodbyes casual, so we didn't freak him out with an ugly crying scene. I was unsuccessful with this, but I tried. Our flights were on schedule (yay), and India, the plane-puking wonder, only threw up twice. Props to my husband for his . . .
Last Day in Haiti
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Mama and Papa Keanan
We are back in Port-au-Prince, and focused on getting some quality time in with Keanan. Before our little country excursion, I was feeling really dismayed that Keanan seemed so dazed and confused around us. He was like a deer in headlights - very quiet and subdued - but we kept hearing stories about what a little comedian he was. Well, the past two days he has shown his true colors, and it is a delight. He is hilarious. He is quite the little flirt once he got comfortable around us. But with . . .
What Happens In Haiti Stays in Haiti
Things you do in Haiti that you don't do at home: let your child sit in the front seat of a truck fill an SUV with 17 people, 13 of them under age 10 encourage your kids to drink unlimited soda just to make sure they stay hydrated feed your kids "orphanage style" let complete strangers hold your children cover the pack and play in mosquito netting and pretend it's a tent . . .
Wherever You Go, There You Are
We are loving life in the Haitian countryside. Things are considerably different here than they are in the capital city. We are able to walk around without worrying, so it’s been great to feel like we are drinking in the sights instead of “hiding out”. Today we spent the morning at the school Cara’s parents started 25 years ago. Mark and I were blown away. The school, the students, the classrooms, the academics, the teachers – I am not kidding, this school exceeded American standards on ALL . . .
My husband needs a babysitter
Sometimes I think that if I died, my husband would lose custody of our children due to negligence. Seriously. Mark watches the kids by himself only one day a week. I work on Fridays and he has the day off. Well, yesterday was a tough day for them. I stopped in for lunch, at which time India was making a beeline for the kitchen door. Mind you, both kids are still in their pajamas. I remind him he needs to put the babygate up, and he tells me he thinks she's old enough to play outside by . . .
A TPR. Finally. Again.
At court this morning the judge terminated the birthparents’ parental rights! This was a huge court decision and one we have been waiting for to confirm that we could adopt Jafta. This names us as prospective adoptive parents officially. We are back where we were in December 2005 . . . only two years later! Hopefully things can move quickly from this point. We have to wait 60 days to find out if an appeal is filed. Believe it or not, yes, this could happen again, but hopefully things were done . . .
Hurry Up and Wait Some More
We actually got called with a potential placement last week for two boys - a newborn and a two year old. We met with the boys the next day, and got a clearer picture of the situation with the birth family. Ultimately, we both left feeling like it was not a situation we should move forward with. It was disappointing, but at the same time we both feel a greater peace for knowing for sure that the stress and anxiety we were feeling beforehand was probably because it was not the right situation. . . .
Another Loss
I am so devastated. Another miscarriage. . . .
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