Ernest and Ronel! I am so happy for their family. Hop on over to Debra's blog - I'm sure she will be posting photos soon.I have to admit, I have not understood the appeal of Twitter since it started. I am seeing the light. Reading Ernest's tweets from the last week at the embassy and then up to today was like watching a high-speed car chase. But more emotional and exciting. Even today, my heart was racing as they had to run to catch their plane to make it home to mama tonight. Refresh, . . .
things I don’t need to hear from strangers at Target
"Wow, you have your hands full" (#1)"Are those all yours?""Are they siblings?""Wow, you have your hands full" (#2)"You are brave to even leave your house""Were did you get those two?"Wow, you have your hands full" (#3)"You know, my sister was a missionary in Africa. The Natives weren't very friendly to them""Wow , you have your hands full" (#4)"Oh my GOSH you have your hands full" (#5)Not helpful, people. Not helpful.And while I'm ranting - mom of only children: how about NOT swiping the . . .
unbelievable
Ronel still waits. His dad has a cell phone, and has been texting to his twitter account, but the US embassy staff just threatened to confiscate cell phones. Perhaps they don't want this story being told? This is their 7th night sleeping at the embassy. There is a group of 60 adoptive parents and children who have been lied to and ignored for days. They were told their papers to leave were signed. They were shown the papers. They were told they just had to secure their own plane. . . .
a comment worth repeating
Someone left a comment today that I think is worthy of its own post. The writer is of Haitian descent. I appreciate this perspective so much and I think it is an important one to consider for anyone in the adoption process:The debate over Haitian adoption is not new. There are differing points of view and many considerations. The children have an immediate need for food, shelter, and security. But what happens when someone adopts a child of another culture to "rescue" that child because s/he . . .
Why We Need UNICEF
An update on Ronel - they are still at the embassy. They are sleeping again on the cold tile floor. The good news is that they have received humanitarian parole and I believe it was only by Ernest's sheer determination and willingness to fight for their son. It should not have been that hard. They are now waiting to find a plane to fly out, because word on the street is the military is no longer offering evacuation flights for orphans. When he asked why, Ernest was told it was because of . . .
aftershocks
I don't have a lot of photos from my last trip to Haiti. I arrived on Monday afternoon, and the earthquake happened the next day. After the earthquake, I stopped taking pictures. I kind of stopped functioning altogether. My memory of those few days is already hazy. I really can't remember much except the fear. I have no idea how I managed to care for a baby, or for Kembert for that matter, in the midst of it. I tend to retreat and get very stoic when I'm stressed. On the outside, I might . . .
so I see you’re in the mood . . .
Well. Ronel's story has hit a nerve. I woke up this morning to find this story retweeted 41 times. Countless emails of letters to our ambassador (and quite well- written, might I add). My dear readers, you are riled up. ME LIKEY. Since nothing gets me more excited than a little social activism, what say you we step it up a notch? This is a story that begs telling, and a cause that begs fixing. Ernest remains at the embassy for the 4th day in a row. Sleeping on the concrete. . . .
prayers for Ronel
My heart is heavy tonight for the adoptive parents who are still waiting to get their children home from Haiti, and for the children who wait in the balance. Since we got Kembert out last week, things have changed dramatically. On January 18th, the US government announced it was granting humanitarian parole for orphans already in the process of adoption. This made perfect sense: these children were shown to be eligible for adoption prior to the earthquake. The Haitian and US government go . . .
time capsule
It's the beginning of a new decade, so my kids and I decided to make a atime capsule together. I meant to do this at the beginning of the year, but a few other things happened (like running a half marathon and getting stuck in Haiti during an earthquake and adding a new kids to our family. You know, minor distractions). I thought it would be a fun project that they could open in ten years when they are 15, 13, and 10, and look back on some memories from their preschool days. In the year . . .
getting to know you . . .
HIt is surreal to finally have Kembert in our home. It is surreal to get to know a three-year-old who is your son. He has a huge personality - almost reminds me of a little frat boy. He is silly and playful and extremely confident. He's got mad skills with any kind of ball. He is loud and wildly energetic . . . a great match for Jafta. He thinks that a bathtub full of water is the best thing ever. He's not so sure about grapes or elevators. He is sweet and affectionate, and in the . . .
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