On A Mission

At the time of this post our mission trip begins in exactly 36 hours! Last night we had a quick little get together with some of the team to do some packing. Amanda P. was stoked about being there :)

We had tons of donations from our Sunday School class as well as my mom and dad's church. We packed 60 boys watches, a gagillion girl's hair accessories, girls and boys underwear, handmade blankets and birthcloths, and a few pairs of stray shoes in this box. 

Bobby was in charge of weighing the boxes. He and I clearly didn't agree on how items needed to be packed......I wanted to place small items together in ziploc bags. He preferred to just pile things in willy nilly with the "git er done" man attitude. Needless to say, I let him do that and then when he walked away I put things in ziplocs. Deep inside he thanked me for it later when we had to move some items around......deep, deep inside. He may or may not have referred to me as "Packing Nazi" once or twice.

Here's our box of fun: Jump ropes, playdough, craft sticks and lots of diecuts, coloring books and some things Bobby picked out- wiffle balls and bats, baseballs, and glo-sticks. Have you ever seen a sad kid with a glo-stick? Me neither.
Next our box of toiletries and randomness: bowls, neopsporin, q-tips, cups, deoderant, soap, and toothpaste (all nicely packed in ziplocs, might I add).

We racked up with some shoes. All the boys will be twinkie-dinkie-doo with their almost converse shoes on. Piled under those are tons of girls shoes. We should have enough for every child to have a pair. God will have to work out the sizes because we just bought what we could find.
I didn't take a picture of our fifth box. It's a box-o-pads. And really, who wants to come to this blog and look at a bunch of pads? Here's an interesting fact though: A packed to the hilt crate of pads weighs just a hair over 25lbs. Now if you're in some kind of random knowledge contest you'll surely win with that tid bit of information.

So, 36 more hours until plane boarding, 60ish hours until we debut at the orphanage and tackle our first major task.... the de-lousing of 100+kids. If my hair looks a muck in all my pics when I get back it's because I've greased it in tea tree oil to ward off critters. If Bobby is bald it means the tea tree oil didn't work.

It is very likely, if I can pull it off, that my crate will look like this on the way home:

If there is a hand visible it means that the medication wore off before we made it all the way home. Also, the visible hand will also likely mean that you can catch my picture on America's Most Wanted or CNN News "American Missionary Kidnaps Child"......wait. Didn't we finally just quit hearing that one?? In any case, I'll try to keep things legal. Thanks in advance for your prayers for our team!!