So How Are Those Glasses Workin' for Ya?

Considering that we have had them a total of 5 and one half days and they look like this for the second time this week:

I would venture to say that things are actually going just as I had anticipated! When I inquired Rhett as to why his glasses had one katiwompass side his response was, "Well I don't know.......I just saw 'em laying on the ground and they just looked like that." 

Good gravy. This is one time in my life I'm going to be thankful that I bought in to the warranty plan. Glasses Man: we'll be back tomorrow. I'm sure we'll be on a first name basis by the end of the month.

Specs

This week brought about some change for Little Buddy. As of Tuesday he's the proud (not really) owner of a brand new pair of specs.

He was excited at the prospect of having glasses and had fun for the first 15 minutes of our 4 hour trek over a span of 3 days to pick out some frames. He finally put a limit on me saying, "Look, I'm going to try on six and ONLY six more pairs and then this is done." When he actually got them this week, however, he told me that quote, "Welllll.....I sank I'll just pit these riiight here in this case 'cause I sure would hate if they got broked." I've convinced him to wear them despite the fact that he's completely nervous about sporting them for the first time in front of his comrades. All that to say, if you see him, please reiterate his handsomeness!

In other news, Grant is now the proud owner of a hole in his grill. He couldn't be more ecstatic about being the first kid in his kindergarten class to lose a tooth during the month of April.
Rhett was happy about that as well because now not only is he "twins" with Cade since they have the whole glasses deal in common, but he is "twins" with Grant because they both have missing bottom teeth. Bless him........he doesn't realize he got the recessive missing teeth gene. One of these days we'll buy him the best set of porcelain veneers money can buy.
Until then, I'll be a staunch supporter of the snaggle teeth in our family.....as long as it's not my own.

Here a Bug, There a Bug, Everywhere a Bug Bug!

Shampoo day started with one of the cutest of the cuties. We shampooed the little kids in the baby house while the big kids were in school.

Some of the boys got new do's with the handy pair of shears we had brought with us. Buzz cut central was short lived once our shears overheated. It didn't stop the boys from being treated though. Each of their heads got a good scrubbing. 
We set up our "spa day" at the wash area of the upper house. First we washed the hair in tea tree shampoo......
then a good soaping up with the Nix, a twenty minute wait, and then a good rinse.
The girls all got in on the action. Lots of laughs, shampoo everywhere, and giggles galore. Most of these girls had never had their hair lathered in shampoo. This was probably the first day of pampering they had ever had!
After the final rinse the girls all sat on the stairs and we had to meticulously comb through their hair to get the critters out. We all coveted the blue combs. They were donated by a company and were much better than the combs that came with the Nix boxes. You knew someone had a bad one when you heard, "I need the blue comb here!!"
Speaking of bad one: I ended up having to enlist Amanda to help me conquer the colony of crawlies that had taken up residence in this girls head. I have never seen anything like it before in my life. With each pass of the blue comb, it's teeth would be covered in bugs. And when I went to wipe them off they scattered to the top. Even 6 weeks later my head starts itching just thinking about it.
At least 3 or 4 times I can remember looking down and finding that my entire lap and belly was covered in lice bugs. It's really a miracle that I didn't end up getting it myself.
The de-licing ended up taking up way more time than we anticipated but you wouldn't believe the opportunities it opened up for us. We were able to spend time talking to the girls and getting to know them, girls that had never even smiled at us ended the day by giving us hugs, and women who cook and work at the orphanage for little recognition got to feel loved even if only for 30 minutes. This was one task that I'll admit I wasn't looking forward to......but it's one I'd gladly do again.

Let the Games Begin!

This Saturday marked the official opening of baseball season for the three Morgan ballers. It coincided with Mule Day this year so we missed out on the annual mule parade and redneck sightings that usually enter us into the month of April.

Let me start by saying that opening ceremonies feels like it lasts every bit of three years. Can you imagine being a coach keeping up with 10 kids like this one for two boring hours?

Then you've got these three monkeys on the field somewhere nearby.
Bobby was keeping up with these cool cucumbers since he's the manager of their team. They were hyped up when Bobby was chosen to take part in the coach's competition to race around the bases. I, personally, was a bit nervous. I had seen several others bite the dust and I didn't want him to have to endure the embarrassment. Luckily, he made it safely around and came out on top with the fastest time.
His team went bonkers and thought he was the coolest thing ever. I was thrilled (read sarcasm) when I found out the prize for winning was kid's meals for the whole team to Captain D's!! I also affectionately refer to that as a heart attack in a box, or more immediately, diarrhea in a box. Next time Cade needs a good colon cleanse I'll send him out with his certificate.

Here's to three boys starting their baseball seasons and to me not losing my mind trying to keep up with them!

Go Fly a Kite!

Grant's kindergarten class had Kite Flying Day and it turned out to be a perfectly windy day! I got him a spiderman kite and was pleased to see that he was able to get it in the air and keep it there. After flying all day at school, he was hooked. He came home and put Spidey in the air once again.

I couldn't believe how high he got that thing!
He ran back and forth through the yard until dusk. It was actually kind of relaxing to watch him work his kite.
Looks like we have a new spring time activity!

I Heart My Machine

We discussed our plan of attack for the creepy crawlies over a hearty breakfast at our hotel. It was decided that the first thing that needed to be done was to wash the first house's bed linens and bag all of the stuffed animals that were so nicely placed on each bed.

It sounded like a good plan in theory but when you consider that the "washing machine" looks like this:

The chore suddenly became more daunting. Knowing that only really hot water can kill the lice and nits (and there was NO hot water to be found in our neck of the woods......believe me, I know. I was reminded of that each night when I shivered my way through a 3 minute shower.) we had to create our own hot water. 2 big pots, some water from a hose, and a fire were the perfect (and most primitive) way to get started. 
Bobby was our resident hot water dumper.
And I was one of the designated washers.
I used a specially crafted washing tool made of a particular blend of tough fibers that created the perfect blend of friction to capture and kill the lice and their eggs........or I just grabbed a dirty stick from a pile of wood and started stabbing the sheets. Whatever.
After all the sheets and several piles of clothes were doused in the hot water they had to be hung out to dry. We quickly realized that this plan of attack was going to take more days than we had to work with. So, one house got properly sanitized and all the other houses got fresh sheets and their old ones will get washed the normal way when sheet washing day rolls around.
I couldn't help putting this picture in here. This is the bathroom, shared by 25 girls, in the first house that we cleaned. No soap. No toilet paper. No toilet seat. I guess we can be thankful that they had a flushing commode but man, how grateful am I that my cabinet currently holds roughly 8 rolls of toilet paper, I always have soap to properly wash my hands, and my toilet seat is comfortable enough to sit on and peruse an entire Reader's Digest? I mean, not that I do, it's just that IF I wanted to, I could. You know. If I was ever in there that long or something. If.
The actual de-licing is up next. You don't want to miss the motherload head of hair that housed an entire colony of the creeps.

Misson: El Salvador

Finally! I've sifted through some of the thousands of photos my team and I took while we were in El Salvador and have had a little free time to post about them. We kept a team blog while we were there and I was the Day 1 blogger. Here is what I wrote on that day:

Day one seemed to start off quite slower than I anticipated. Then I realized, for sure, that we are on “El Salvador time”. Breakfast- over an hour, fast food lunch- over an hour, getting some fabric for sheets- well over an hour. We ended up at the orphanage around 3pm and were greeted by children running out of every door available. I stepped out of the truck (by the way, we’ve totally gone old school and are riding in the back of a pickup everywhere we go. Just know it’s against everything that I believe in and don’t tell the kids. I don’t want to have to use the adage “Do as I say, not as I do) Our motto: pray hard and don’t look at the speedometer. I was hugged at least fifteen times in the first 3 minutes that we were there. “hola! Como te llama?” Do you know how hard it is to remember the names of over 100 children? I can’t even get my own kid’s names straight usually!

We quickly had to let go of our plan to start the de-licing upon arrival. Most of the older children were still at church and the younger ones were so busy playing and chasing us that it just didn’t happen. We have plans to do it on day 2.

Just a quick fill in for those of you that I don’t know: We have been in the process of adopting from ES for nearly three years now. Recently our adoption took a new road and we’ve had to realize that an adoption from ES is not in the cards for us. However, God had a greater plan and our adoption journey finally has an end in sight. I thought this new road and the promise of a child in the near future would make this trip easier….it didn’t. I had such an overwhelming sense of sorrow when I first arrived. Looking over to see Bobby holding a girl of no more than 13 months nearly made me lose my emotional self control. I don’t understand. I’ll never understand why. I quickly pulled myself together as I was pulled in multiple directions.”Vamos, vamos!”

How much do the girls love Bobby? I’m feeling some serious crushes going on. “Bobby, Mira, mira!!” Look Bobby!! And then they would touch their toes, or throw a ball in the air and let it hit them in the head. We did find one girl that is just perfect to fit in our crate on the way home. She’s a chatty Cathy though so we’ll have to find some way to silence her for the plane ride. Oh, I jest. Sorta.

I loved every minute of today. I even let the girls braid my hair during which time I had a personal devotion with the Lord. “Please God in Heaven, let the lice hate my hair. Help me keep my hands below my shoulders so as not to inoculate myself. And God, did you know that they don’t have soap in the bathroom? Amen.” I think the Lord is still working on my stronghold J

The sweetest thing was listening to the 2-4 year olds do their devotion in the evening before bed. All of these little beings sent up the sweetest prayers straight from their heart, criss cross applesauce in the floor with their little eyes closed and hands folded. “Dear Lord, please protect the Americans and thank you for letting them be here”. How touching that they are praying for us when the whole point is for us to be here praying for them.

God is good and he definitely filled us with “sweet kisses” (as my friend Alicia says) all day long. We can’t wait to see what is in store for us tomorrow! Pray for us as critter clean up is in our future and continue to pray for our protection as we may or may not have had to yell loudly like strong men so as to ward off gangs while we might or might not have been riding in the back of the pickup truck in the dark……maybe. If you’re Mary Lauren’s and Amanda P’s mom you can read the “may NOT’s and might NOT’s.”

Now, some pics:

We finally arrived at the orphanage after a drive of a little over an hour. I was one of the lucky ones that got to ride in the other truck that was carrying our luggage. I had a seatbelt and the normal protective steel around me so I was feeling pretty safe. It was decided that Bobby and I should split up. That way, if the pick up happened to wreck, both of us wouldn't be splattered watermelons on the roads of El Salvador.

The kids swarmed us and wanted pictures as soon as we arrived. I can't remember this gal's name because I called her "hard hand clapper" all week. She sought me out to play hand clap games with her nearly every hour but I finally had to bow out. My hands were seriously aching from the overzealous clapping she did!
It was like the paparazzi showed up or something. I thought this was hilarious that I took a picture of Mary Lauren taking a picture of Wendy taking a picture of some of the children! 
One little boy grabbed me and asked me to play checkers with him. Needless to say, he beat me because I had no idea which rocks were mine. All I know is that he was jumping rocks all over the place and just putting them in his pile. While he was doing so he was probably thinking, "Stupid gringo....".
One of the most fun things of day one was having an ice cream party. We had enough cones and ice cream for everyone and they were SO excited.

As soon as word got out that we had brought ice cream, everyone started lining up at the kitchen window.
Even the little kids formed a single file line. They had one girl, Pamela, that lined them up for all of their meals and made sure that they got their food.
This little boy decided to share his ice cream with his buddy. He poured a little into the older boy's hand and he just scooped it off with his finger and ate it. He may not have gotten any for himself. I'm not sure. There were some kids that weren't allowed to have any because they "had colds". I'm not exactly sure what that means other than there is a lot of room for medical teaching there.
Ice cream brings smiles all around the place!


Next post will be a delve into the greatness of lice removal and the fun of washing clothes in the medieval times........let's just say I would've french kissed my washing machine when I got home if that were possible.