Friday, December 2, 2011

Guess what?

So I have a "little" announcement to make. And since this might be the last time I get to make this particular announcement, I want to work in all that creative stuff that I've seen around. Scroll down and if you haven't figured it out by the time you get to the bottom, I'll state it plainly.





Got it? Just in case you're my brother or my dad and have no idea what the phrase "a bun in the oven" means, WE'RE PREGNANT!! By the way, I blame Mwende for this one. She's been praying for a baby brother every day and night (sometimes several times a day) for the last two months. I know how much God cares for children, so I'm assuming that this is His response to her prayers.

***Disclaimer, the following information may not be appropriate for men or squeamish women. Continue reading at your own risk.

No we weren't trying. It was definitely a surprise. Patrick did finally agree to trying for a third baby though. Whether that happened before or after the little guy was conceived, I really can't tell you. But we didn't find out until I was 8 weeks along. Since its not unusual for me to skip a cycle, I didn't even notice when that time of month had come and gone. No biggie. Even when I started getting sick to my stomach every day, I didn't really think anything of it since the girls were sick with fevers at the same time. It wasn't until I had to start getting up five times a night to pee and then one day suddenly HAD to have a freshly cooked hard boiled egg that I started to suspect. And I was still shocked when that second line appeared on the pregnancy test. I screamed if I recall correctly. I had my first prenatal appointment on the Thursday before Thanksgiving. The ultrasound showed that the baby was measuring 2 weeks younger than they would have guessed by using my last period as a marker. The doctor ordered a more thorough ultrasound, which I got on Monday, Dec 2nd. That ultrasound gave us the official due date of June 30th, 2012. I've definitely been sick. This pregnancy seems to be on the same track as Mwelu's was, though not nearly as severe. I've already lost some weight (is it wrong for me to be secretly happy about that?). Anyway, we're very excited about the new arrival. I'm planning on going for a VBA2C (vaginal birth after 2 c-sections). I have a midwife picked out (based on a recommendation from my friend, Emily) whom I really hope will be supportive of that. It's a fairly new idea that a VBA2C can be successful, but I'm sure going to try! Anyway, Patrick and I are really excited about the arrival of the our new little one. We haven't told the girls yet. I figure I'll wait either until we know the gender or until Mwende asks me why my stomach is so big. Whichever comes first!

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

The fruits of the Spirit


I just bought this piece off of Etsy. I did a little bit of homework and had it custom made by both Jamie at PostCardsFromGod and also by Crystal at SquareWear. Jamie did the artwork for the individual fruits for me and Crystal made me the scrabble tile bracelet using the artwork I bought from Jamie. I really really love this piece. I'll be using as a memory verse piece to help me remember to be displaying the fruits of the Spirit mentioned in Galatians 5:22-23, "But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law." On the back, the scrabble tiles spell out "Galatians".

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Kimeu is at home

Its a pretty simple story actually. Patrick's mom called the woman who hired Kimeu and chewed him out for hiring a school-aged child. (Go Mom!) So the woman fired Kimeu and told him to go home. So he did. He is now staying with Grandma Beth (whom he was staying with before we sent him to boarding school.) Mom asked him what he was thinking when he ran away. He said that he wanted to earn enough money to start his own kiosk. I can only imagine that he didn't feel like he had any other options. So for now, we'll let him get settled in at home for awhile before we move on to the next step.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Sometimes God closes the door.

So it had genuinely been my hope to adopt Kimeu. But God has definitively closed the door on this hope. 6 days ago I had emailed the Child Welfare Society of Kenya in order to inquire on adoption laws. Today I received a response.

" The child you would want to adopt has already attained the age of 16 years. According to the US laws on inter-country adoption, it is not possible to adopt a child who is aged 16 and above."

Of course, this breaks my heart. But I know that God's plans for Kimeu are so much better than mine. We will continue to pursue having him evaluated for any learning disabilities. Perhaps get him enrolled in a technical school. We will still do everything we can to give him an opportunity to get an education that will enable him to provide for himself and his future family.

Please continue to pray with us!

Monday, May 23, 2011

Kimeu update



So Patrick hasn't talked to his mother in a couple of days, but the latest we know is that they've gotten the phone number of the woman who hired him but haven't been able to talk to Kimeu himself yet. So please continue to keep Kimeu's safe return home in your prayers.

There is another exciting development though! This morning I received a reply from one of the several emails I sent out requesting information on assessment for dyslexia. The email came from dyslexiakenya.org. She told me where to take Kimeu, when to take him there and how much it would cost. She even included information on Parent/Teacher workshops! What a blessing. So after Kimeu gets home, that will be our next step. So keep on praying!!

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Kimeu cont...

I've really been seeing God working the past 24 hours. A friend of mine emailed to say that they were praying James 1:5 and Phil 4:6-7 for me. Well, I believe both of those prayers have been answered. God has provided direction and peace for us as we seek the best way to help Kimeu. Shortly after I received that email, things just started happening. I was talking to my mom about the situation and she suggested that Kimeu might have dyslexia. Obviously we can't tell from here. I've been suspecting a learning disability (aka, a different learning style!) might be in play here anyway. I asked Patrick about it and he said that he didn't believe there were any resources in Kenya for people with dyslexia, etc. Now I have to say this is the FIRST time Patrick has ever been wrong ;), but thank goodness he was! Googling "dyslexia Kenya" returned several results and I was able to get a few emails out making inquiries about where to have Kimeu evaluated. But the blessings didn't stop there. Here are some ways that God has given us some direction:

  • The call from my mom mentioning dyslexia.
  • A missionary friend in Kenya commented that she knows about resources there for children with special needs AND she knows something about the adoption process out there.
  • A friend from my church in New York emailed me to say that she works for the Learning Disabilities Association and she just happens to be going to Kenya this summer.
Don't forget the ways God has given me peace in this whole thing!

  • A friend here in Orange County knows all sorts of stuff about raising money for the adoption process. This gives me peace of mind that if we end up there, lack of money won't be a closed door.
  • My Aunt emailed me to share a story about how she's found peace in a difficult situation and reminded me that I'm not the only one who cares about Kimeu. God loves him too.
  • In the midst of my prayer time last night, God interrupted me mid-sentence to give me Jeremiah 29:11. "For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord. Plans to prosper you and not to harm you. Plans to give you hope and a future." This gives me peace that God loves Kimeu and has good plans in store for him.
  • Knowing how many people are out there praying for Kimeu gives me great hope that this thing will turn out all right.
Thank you everyone so much for your prayers in this matter and your offers of help and knowledge, etc. I have one more prayer request to share with you concerning Kimeu. This one is more of immediate urgency than the other. The prayer request is that he goes home. Patrick's mother doesn't actually know where he is right now. She knows the direction he's in, but doesn't know where to go to find him. Please pray that either God would lead Kimeu to go home or that Patrick's mother will somehow be able to find him and bring him home so that we can help him.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Kimeu

I have an urgent prayer request. You may have heard Patrick or I talk about Patrick's cousins, Sammy and Kimeu. If you haven't, I'll give you a brief history. Sammy and Kimeu's mother died several years ago. They're father abandoned them and they were living with their grandmother after that. A short while ago, their father came back to care for them only to die shortly thereafter. So Sammy and Kimeu are now orphans. With the financial help of my parents and Patrick's family, we've put them in a private boarding school there in Kenya. Sammy is doing well. Kimeu on the other hand is not. He's been doing poorly in school and started running away. Patrick's mother has continually taken him back to the school. We found out today that he ran away from school for the 5th time. Only this time he only went home long enough to change clothes before running away from there also. Patrick's mother got word that he was seen about 30-40 miles away and that he is working tending cows for some woman. They're still trying to figure that out. Since I first met Kimeu almost 6 years ago now, this boy has been close to my heart. He has such a sweet soul. You can see it just looking in his eyes. My heart hurts for him because I want the best for him, as if he were my own son. My heart's desire is to help this boy succeed in life. To see him thriving! Whether that's by adopting him and bringing him here or getting him the help he needs in Kenya as far as being evaluated for learning disabilities. He is 16 now though, so we are rapidly running out of time if we're going to adopt him. Please take a moment to pray for God to guide us in this matter and to give us success in helping Kimeu. I feel sick to my stomach thinking about this right now and I'm crying over this boy. In my mind, not helping him is not an option, so we need lots of prayer support on this!

Praying James 1:5 on this one! "
But if any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask of God, who gives to all generously and without reproach, and it will be given to him."

Culture differences

The textbook for my Interpersonal Communication class just used the differences between American and Kenyan cultures to demonstrate how different cultures are in terms of individualism. I found this interesting why? Because I'm an American married to a Kenyan! See the quoted section below. Fun stuff.

"Individualism: One and Many
One of the most prominent dimensions of a culture is the dimension of individualism versus collectivism. Individualistic cultures, such as those in North America, value individual achievement and personal accomplishment. Collectivistic cultures, including many Asian cultures, value group and team achievement. One researcher summed up the American goal system this way:

Chief among the virtues claimed is self-realization. Each person is viewed as having a unique set of talents and potentials. The translation of these potentials into actuality is considered the highest purpose to which one can de- vote one’s life.

Conversely, in a collectivistic culture, people strive to attain goals for all members of the family, group, or community. In Kenyan tribes, for example,

Nobody is an isolated individual. Rather, his [or her] uniqueness is a secondary fact. In this new system group activities are dominant, responsibility is shared, and accountability is collective. Because of the emphasis on collectivity, harmony and cooperation among the group tends to be emphasized more than individual function and responsibility.

Individualistic cultures tend to be more loosely knit socially; individuals feel responsible for taking care of themselves and their immediate families. In collectivistic cultures, individuals expect more support from others; they also experience more loyalty to and from the community. Because collectivistic cultures place more value on “we” than “I,” teamwork approaches usually succeed better in their workplaces. U.S. businesses have tried to adopt some of Japan’s successful team strategies for achieving high productivity."

(Interpersonal Communication: Relating to Others, 6th Edition. p. 95).




Monday, May 2, 2011

Grieving the death of Osama bin Laden

I saw this quote on The Christian Homekeeper Network blog and I can't help but borrow from there.

"I mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. "

—Jessica Dovey


Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that"

— Martin Luther King Jr.

The reason I posted this is because of all the celebration, rejoicing and delight people are taking in the death of Osama Bin Laden. I was even saying this to my husband last night. I do not understand it. Yes, I understand the hurt and pain and terror that man caused so many people. The deaths and grief that came at his hands. But taking joy in his death? I can't do it. I would rather have seen him captured and brought to justice for his crimes. Not that I am the judge, but as far as I know, Osama Bin Laden is going to hell. I would not wish an eternal existence separated from God on ANYONE. Even my worst enemy.

Here is a quote from the article "Is hell literally a place of fire and brimstone?" by GotQuestions.org.

"In addition to fire, the New Testament describes hell as a bottomless pit (abyss) (Revelation 20:3), a lake (Revelation 20:14), darkness (Matthew 25:30), death (Revelation 2:11), destruction (2 Thessalonians 1:9), everlasting torment (Revelation 20:10), a place of wailing and gnashing of teeth (Matthew 25:30), and a place of gradated punishment (Matthew 11:20-24; Luke 12:47-48; Revelation 20:12-13). The very variety of hell’s descriptors argues against applying a literal interpretation of any particular one. For instance, hell’s literal fire could emit no light, since hell would be literally dark. Its fire could not consume its literal fuel (persons!) since their torment is non-ending. Additionally, the gradation of punishments within hell also confounds literalness. Does hell’s fire burn Hitler more fiercely than an honest pagan? Does he fall more rapidly in the abyss than another? Is it darker for Hitler? Does he wail and gnash more loudly or more continually than the other? The variety and symbolic nature of descriptors do not lessen hell, however—just the opposite, in fact. Their combined effect describes a hell that is worse than death, darker than darkness, and deeper than any abyss. Hell is a place with more wailing and gnashing of teeth than any single descriptor could ever portray. Its symbolic descriptors bring us to a place beyond the limits of our language—to a place far worse than we could ever imagine."

Osama bin Laden is going to that place that is far worse than we could ever imagine. Don't get me wrong. I hate what he did. I still cry whenever I see pictures of the twin towers on fire. I still remember watching them fall and grieving for the lost souls there. I really want to stress that I do believe that what the US Military did was appropriate. He did get what he deserved. But I wouldn't wish hell on anyone, not even Osama bin Laden. And guess what? The deadline is death. I'm not taking even the slightest inkling of joy in that.

Remember Jesus' words in Matthew 5:43-48?

"You have heard that it was said, ‘Love your neighbor[a] and hate your enemy.’ But I tell you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, that you may be children of your Father in heaven. He causes his sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous. If you love those who love you, what reward will you get? Are not even the tax collectors doing that? And if you greet only your own people, what are you doing more than others? Do not even pagans do that? Be perfect, therefore, as your heavenly Father is perfect."

Some scriptures from the old testament along those same lines:

"Do not rejoice when your enemy falls,
And do not let your heart be glad when he stumbles"
~Proverbs 24:17

"'As I live!' declares the Lord GOD, 'I take no pleasure in the death of the wicked, but rather that the wicked turn from his way and live..."
~Ezekiel 33:11

I really hope that my fellow Christians are with me on this. Remember that "he is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance." (2 Peter 3:9). He didn't say "everyone except for Osama bin Laden." When he said "everyone", he really meant everyone. That's not an option anymore for Osama bin Laden. And THAT is something to grieve over, not rejoice in.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

What "Love" means to me


Assignment for my interpersonal communication class on what love means to me by way of a song.


I'm sure you're all familiar with the word association game. You're given a word and you say the first thing that comes to mind. Well when I hear the word “love”, the first thing I think of is God. 1 John 4:8 in the New American Standard Version (I will use this translation whenever I quote the bible from here on.) of the Christian Bible says “God is Love.” This is the reason I decided to choose the song “Beautiful” by the Christian artist, Mercy Me.


This song really represents to me the kind of “agape” love that God has for me. I've been hearing this song on 95.9 The Fish for months now, but it didn't really strike me until a couple of weeks ago. I was having one of those really crummy days where I was feeling rejected and unlovable. This song reminded me how valuable I am to God and just how loved I am by Him. Agape love is described as sacrificial love. The book, Interpersonal Communication: Relating to Others on page 324, says “Agape love is based on a spiritual ideal of love. It involves giving of yourself and expecting nothing in return.” John 15:13 in the Bible says “Greater love has no one than this, that one lay down his life for his friends.” Then Romans 5:8 goes on to say “But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.” This really sums up for me what agape love is all about.


The lyrics in the song Beautiful really do a good job expressing this love. The first verse says:


The days will come when you don't have the strength
When all you hear is you're not worth anything
Wondering if you ever could be loved
And if they truly saw your heart they'd see too much”


Even before this song really hit home and became significant in my life, this verse struck a chord in me. Growing up, I struggled with ADHD, overwhelming anger and depression. I tried to commit suicide several times. Although it was really more a cry for attention than it was an honest attempt to kill myself. I still remember the darkness and despair of those times though. I had no hope. I'm sure a lot of this contributed to a low self esteem. I constantly over analyze myself and other's opinions of me. Inherently I am self absorbed, I'm a liar, I'm overly dramatic, I have little tact, no self control and I rarely finish what I start. Of course realizing this about myself I've felt unworthy of love. I want love and I seek it, but ultimately I feel just plain unworthy and usually end up withdrawing because of that sense.


That is the part of God's agape love for me that I absolutely love. He knows me better than I know myself. Every action, every thought, every motive. And He still loves me enough to die. The third verse in Mercy Me's Beautiful talks about that. It says:


Before you ever took a breath
Long before the world began
Of all the wonders He possessed
There was one more precious
Of all the earth and skies above
You're the one He madly loves
Enough to die”


I love the way they said that. “You're the one He madly loves enough to die.” For heavens sake, he is GOD, creator of the Universe. Isaiah 40:26 talks about how he put the stars in the sky and calls them by name. Who I am that He would love me enough to die? But He did. Then being God as He is, he defeated death so that he could have a relationship with me.


But he didn't stop with defeating death to demonstrate his love for me. He did that for everyone, not just me. Part of the chorus of Beautiful says:


You are treasured, you are sacred, you are His.”


Another part of the song says:


You're beautiful in His eyes.”


Even though He sacrificed himself for everyone, I still feel special. I am his. I am beautiful to him. He has continued to prove this to me throughout my life. I could give you some “easy” examples that might be explained away by circumstances other than God's intervention. For instance, by all rights I should be an unmarried mother or addicted to drugs, in prison maybe. Actually the way I was going, I should be dead by now. But I'm not. I married to a wonderful man, the mother and stepmother of 4 wonderful kids. Pursuing a degree, albeit a little later than usual. I'm alive and thriving. My experience with this doesn't stop there though. I have two examples of experiences that I often rely on whenever I have doubts about whether or not God is real or how much he loves me.


The first happened when I was 5. Long before I committed myself to following Jesus. I was sitting by the back door and prayed out loud for God to give me a rainbow every day. I remember my mom trying to explain to me that God doesn't always give us everything we ask for. Later that day, a rainbow appeared in the sky. Shortly after that, I went to my first day of kindergarten. Painted on the back wall was a big rainbow. I still have a picture of me standing next to it with my kindergarten teacher. And I think of God's love for a little 5 year old girl every time I look at it.


My second example happened 4 years after I became a Christian. I was working at a bank as a teller supervisor in charge of the vault. I made a careless mistake while balancing my cash at the end of the day that made it look like I had tried to force balance the books. Of course this wasn't the case. I was on the bus on the way home when I realized my mistake and immediately called my supervisor to tell her that she would need to meet me in the morning to audit me. She did and then immediately fired me for force balancing. I tried to explain that it was an honest mistake, but they didn't bend and I was let go. This was completely unexpected and I was devastated. The rent was coming due, I didn't have any family in the area and didn't have a car to aid me in looking for another job. I spent the rest of my week traveling around on the bus filling out applications. I remember sitting in church on Sunday when they passed the offering plate. I had $4 in my purse. That was all the money I had left. I remember thinking that $4 wasn't going to do anything for me anyway, so I threw it in the offering plate. Immediately after the service a couple that I had been helping to watch their children approach me and tell me that they had a car they wanted to give me. The next day, Monday, Human Resources from my bank called and told me that my manager had been wrong to fire me. They asked if I wanted my job back. Between the timing and quantity and the quality of the blessings that God bestowed on me that weekend, I can't attribute it to anything other than God.


These two examples prove to me that, just as the song says, I am His. He is watching out for me on a personal level. He is involved in every facet of my life. He proved his love by dying for me and continues to prove His love to me by being with me.


Now, I became a Christian 10 years ago during a drug overdose at which time I realized that I was no longer in control of my life. I relinquished myself to God and was immediately overwhelmed with the reality of his love for me. I am so grateful to Him for everything he's done for me. Since then I've been working hard to show my appreciation. I can never adequately return his love. But in John 21:15-17 Jesus tells one of his disciples that if he really loves him, he should take care of his sheep. “His sheep” being those people who follow Jesus. In Matthew 25:34-40 Jesus talks about how when we care for those in need, we are caring for him. So now I do my best to love God in return by working to care for those in need. Whether it be sharing encouraging words with a person who is hurting, raising money or supplies for various charities in need or telling someone who needs to know how much they're loved just how much Jesus really loves them. I'm trying to do these things. And I still pray that God would give me more opportunities to love him by “feeding his sheep”.


In conclusion, my love for God is not an agape love. I'm not really sure what kind of love it is. A reactive love of gratitude, maybe. But if he withdrew his love from me, if he took it all back, I wouldn't love him. The wonderful thing about God's agape love is that it really is unconditional. It doesn't matter if I return his love or not. There is nothing I can do that would cause God to stop loving me. And that's what makes it agape love.

Monday, January 24, 2011

Christmas in Kenya


So I've had a lot of people asking me for details from my trip to Kenya. There is so much to tell that I thought it would be easier to just do it this way.

I'll start by saying that this is the fourth time I've been to Kenya, but the very first time for the sole purpose of visiting family rather than a short term mission trip. It was a completely new experience! It was what I imagine it will be like when Patrick and I are working there as long term missionaries rather than short termers.

I spent a lot of time worrying about the girls in preparation for this trip. I thought to myself that it is one thing for me to get malaria or whatever other risks there are, but it is a completely different story when it involves my children. So any slight consideration to be had for them became huge worries for me and I spent a lot of time preparing as a result. At a Moms & More meeting at church one Thursday (when I was at the height of my worrying) I was reminded once again that Mwende and Mwelu are God's daughters and their lives are within his control. He has a plan for them just like he does for me. This gave me great comfort and enabled me to give all those worries to Jesus.

We bought a few things in preparation for the trip. We bought two Boba Carriers (one of which we accidentally left at home). The one that we brought ended up being INVALUABLE. It would have been even better had we remembered the other one! (Mwende still fits!) For the car, we bought a RideSafer Vest. This didn't end up being as useful as I had hoped. Most of the time we just ended up putting Mwende in the back middle with people on either side of her. We didn't bring a car seat for Mwelu. I had discussed the matter with her doctor and we had decided the most practical would be for her to just be held on my lap. I tended to put her in the Boba Carrier in the car as well. It just seemed more secure to me.

I went all out for the plane. For safety I bought Mwende the CARES system. I felt safer with her in it, but she tended to want out of it to lie down. So we used it about half the time. For Mwelu I bought the Baby B'Air flight vest. This was definitely useful and gave me a lot more peace of mind about Mwelu's safety in case of turbulence. It also turned out that Kenya Airways and Swiss Air gave us infant safety belts for takeoff and landing which threaded through my belt. By the way, I have to credit the discovery of a lot these items to Shelly Rivoli's book, Travels With Baby. Very useful book and website! In their carry-on and diaper bag I packed all sorts of things to keep the girls entertained. My sister gave Mwelu an Air Play tray table cover for Christmas. She liked playing with this on and off the plane. For Mwelu I also packed a couple of picture books, her baby doll, her Sophie Giraffe teether, and a duck puppet that quacks "Old McDonald". For Mwende I packed coloring books, sticker books, story books, a doodle pro, her baby doll and a surprise doll (in case of a meltdown) from South Africa that I picked up at a friends boutique. It turns out that most of this stuff for Mwende was pointless since international flights have movies.

I was also very concerned about medicines to take. I made sure to take every medicine that Mwende was able to take. This was pretty much limited to Tylenol, Benadryl and children's Tums. Mwende was also prescribed a anti-malarial by the travel clinic at Kaiser. Mwelu however was too young to be taking an anti-malarial, so we just had to hope for the best with her. I also brought medications for Patrick and I, but forgot the one medication that no one should ever go overseas with out. An antidiarrheal. :\

Anyway, that pretty much concludes the preparations part of it. The flights went much better than I expected them to. Some might recall that Heathrow Airport in London shut down shortly before Christmas. We came to find out that some of the people on our flight (not including us) were called and told that the flight was canceled. We weren't aware of this and showed up to the airport and were told that the flight was indefinitely delayed until Heathrow authorized the flight to come. So we made ourselves comfortable on the floor of LAX and the girls ran around and flirted with various people. It turned out it was only delayed 2 or so hours (I can't quite remember) and then we got to board shortly after 6pm and take off. The flight from Los Angeles to Heathrow went really smoothly. Mwelu promptly fell asleep and Mwende spent the first hour and a half watching Beauty and the Beast before she fell asleep. The flight was 10 1/2 hours long and they didn't wake up until we landed at Heathrow around 1pm, London time. I can't say the same for myself since I had Mwelu on my lap and was fearful of falling asleep with her there. Since we had, at this point, a 4 hour layover we just found it easier to relax and let everyone else get off the plane before we attempted it. We got off to a whole lot of confusion. It turned out the buses that normally go between terminals had stopped running due to the weather, so we had to go through customs in order to leave the airport and take the train to the correct terminal. The problem? We didn't bring coats and it was negative degrees outside. Turned out to not be so bad as all that. We never really went "outside", only into a train terminal that didn't have any heat. I had packed a lot of blankets in the carry on for sleeping on the airport floor, so we bundled up the girls really well and went for it. When we got to the correct terminal we found out that we didn't yet have a gate assigned. We managed to eat and then found an abandoned corner of the terminal that had plenty of space for the girls to play and a hookup for internet for Patrick and I to play. ;) Our plane ended up being about 3 1/2 hours late, but we certainly weren't complaining since there were many people that had been stranded in the airport for 3 days and didn't have an end in sight. All in all, we were very blessed to get in and out of Heathrow in the amount of time that we did. The girls didn't sleep as much on the 8 hour flight to Nairobi. But they were still very well behaved. Mwende watched a lot of movies and Mwelu was content to play with her toys. The low point came about two hours before we landed. Mwende had been complaining that her tummy hurt before falling asleep. Then she abrubtly woke up about 10 minutes later and started vomiting everywhere. Patrick handed off Mwelu to the woman in front of us and we got Mwende (and me) cleaned up. Unfortunately Mwende was in the last of 3 outfits that I had packed in the carry on for her, so we stuffed her into some of Mwelu's clothes. The rest of the flight went smoothly and we got through customs in Nairobi without a problem. By the way, Patrick was making fun of me on the plane because (even though I know better) I always scrutinize the tall grass as we're landing in hopes of spotting some lions or something. This time though we saw a whole herd of zebra right off the runway! So there! I'm not crazy. Anyway, waiting to greet us was Patrick's mom, his brother Sammy, his sister Peninnah and her daughter Fernice as well as our matatu driver friend David, whom we hired to transport us and all our luggage to the village. By this time I was extremely tired since I hadn't slept for more than 20 min since Saturday night (this was Tuesday). But we took a pit stop through Lucy's apartment (Lucy is Patrick's sister) while she was at work to take showers and eat some lunch. The shower was very much appreciated by me, especially since I knew it was the last one I would get for awhile. Then came the 2 or 3 hour drive to the village of Kamanzi in David's matatu. (Kamanzi is a small village slightly SE of Nairobi past Kangundo and Machakos. You won't find it on a map though.) It was a very bumpy ride since the roads in Kenya are not well kept. They are rocky and full of pot holes. I don't remember much of what happened immediately after we arrived at mom's house in the village (I still hadn't slept at this point). But I do remember that we were greeted by a group of 26 children. Mwende immediately labeled them as her friends and started trying to talk to them. Needless to say they couldn't understand her and she couldn't understand them. She kept telling them that she wanted to play and they would just stare at her. Finally her Uncle Sammy intervened and told the group that Mwende wanted to play and that it was their responsibility to teach her Kikamba (the local language). From that point on there were no problems playing. It turns out that young kids don't necessarily need to share the same spoken language in order to have fun playing together! Mwende also met the goats, chickens, dogs, milk cow and calf. Like I said, I don't remember much else from that day. I probably crashed and crashed hard.

You're probably thinking at this point that I am giving an day by day, minute by minute account of this trip. No worries! At this point I'm just going to share details of some of the highlights and memorable events of our time in the village. I will start by giving you a brief synopsis of a "typical" day, then go on to sharing the negative events of our time there before moving on to the positive highlights.

A typical day starts at sunrise which comes shortly after 6:30am. Mom goes out to milk the cow and breakfast is made. Breakfast consisted of tea and bread with butter, jam and peanut butter. (I learned later that having bread every morning was a luxury). Water needed to be fetched from the tank and they did that in large barrels. Our family drank bottled water that we brought from Nairobi. When we ran out, we boiled the water before drinking it. If we needed to use the toilet, there was an outhouse with a pit toilet inside. Theirs was nicer than many others I saw. They kept it clean and it was roomy. When we needed to use the toilet at night the Beam N Read flashlight that I won off the travelswithbaby.com website turned out to be invaluable. Lunch was usually leftovers from the night before, heated in a pot on a small gas stove in the house. Dinner was cooked in the kitchen, which was a separate building, over a wood fire. Dinner usually consisted of either chicken or goat stew with onions, tomatoes and potatoes. That was usually accompanied by a plate of either ugali or chapati and cooked cabbage or sukuma wiki. They also frequently had a dish with beans, corn and peas. But I'm not a beans fan, so I passed on that. Mwende and Mwelu loved it though! Mom has a shop on her compound, so some of the smaller things that we needed were easy to come by. Mwende made a habit of convincing her Uncle Sammy to buy her lollipops. We also were able to have soda most anytime we wanted thanks to Mom's shop. Laundry was hand washed in basins and hung out to dry. I was fortunate to be able to hire someone to do most of our wash for us. I only had to wash our undies! Bath time was always interesting. By the end of my time there I learned how to do the whole process myself. It involved fetching water from the tank, heating the water over a fire which needed to be constantly tended, getting the water to the house and mixing it with some cold water for just the right temperature. The girls were "easy" to bath. We just stuck them in the basin and splashed the water over them, just like in the bath at home. The problem came when they started to get scratches from playing so hard. Then bath-time became a fight. Bathing for us was standing over the basin. I used a cup to pour the water over me. Washing my hair was a pain. What always started as clean water usually resembled something closer to mud by the time we were done! But we didn't throw it out just yet. We'd use that same water to wash our feet before we went to bed. After bathing we ate dinner. Usually by this time the girls were so tired we could hardly convince them to wake up to take a bath, much less to eat dinner. So bedtimes were easy! In between meals, when we weren't off visiting people, we would just hang out keeping an eye on the kids to make sure no one got hurt. Bathing and dinner were all taken after the sunset which happened just before 7pm every night. We made sure to get all the water we needed for the night before it got dark as snakes coming to the tank for water were a danger.

Now on to the events of the trip. First I'll share about Monica. Monica was a woman who Patrick's mom hired to help in the house. When we arrived I met her briefly before Patrick explained to me that she was HIV+ and that she was taking a sick leave. When I met her she was sitting on the couch in mom's house and we talked briefly. Several days later Patrick and I went to visit her at her home because we heard that she had taken very ill. When we arrived I didn't recognize her as the woman I met in the house. She was covered in blankets with lace over her face to keep the flies off. Her eyes were glazed over and it was painfully obviously that she was having much difficulty breathing. She was attended by family. Nothing was said at that time, but it was painfully obvious even to me that this woman was dying. I asked if she knew Jesus as her Lord and Savior and was thankfully told that she did. We learned two mornings later that she had passed away. This made a deep impact on me. I don't think I've ever really seen a person that was dying, much less of HIV/AIDS. Patrick told me later that based on what he saw, he believes that she died of complications from Tuberculosis. I thank God that she is free from her pain now and in heaven with her savior. I also pray for the children that were left behind as orphans.

Another unfortunate event that occurred while we were there involved a man caught stealing onions and the implementation of mob justice. It is very unfortunate that in the rural areas there is no police presence. So when a crime occurs, the mob becomes the judge, jury and executioner. In this case two men were discovered stealing onions from someone's farm. One man escaped, but the other was caught. Patrick and I were woken up to a lot of shouting. Patrick went to see what was going on, but came back because he didn't want to leave us alone. What ended up happening was that this man was severely beaten and then burned for his crime. His funeral was held about a week later. Very scary and very sad.

On a less severe note, during our 2nd week there, we all got sick. Patrick came down with some sort of respiratory illness which, now a week after our return, he is still trying to recover from. Mwende and I got diarrhea. Mwende a mild case and I a quite severe case of it. (which why I was lamenting the fact that I forgot to bring an antidiarrheal!) Mwelu got a scratch on her forehead which ended up getting infected and causing a fever. So Patrick took all of us to the medical clinic in Kivaani to have the doctor take a look at us. Mwelu was fairly simple. She had just reopened the sore, so the puss was draining. We were told to put Neosporin on it and leave it open to air dry. Mwende was given medicine and re-hydration solution. I got my antidiarrheal and a re-hydration solution as well. And Patrick got a cough suppressant. Mwende's and my illnesses lasted for about a week before they passed. However not before we had the opportunity to experience some of Grandma Beth's (Patrick's grandmother) traditional medicine. She came and gave Mwende and I stomach massages. It was apparent that she knew what she was doing. And wouldn't you know it, that was the turning point for me! I felt much better after that.

We had a bit of excitement one night when Patrick nearly stepped on a snake. It turned out to be a baby Cobra. Patrick yelled to me to come and bring a stick, a big stick. I told him I really felt like this was a man's job and called for his brother, Sammy. Sammy got a stick and thoroughly smashed the snake. Then they threw it down the pit toilet. Patrick wanted to make sure it was completely dead so he went and got some hot coals and threw those down the pit toilet too. No chance that snake was coming back!

Now on to the positive highlights of the trip. For me the most wonderful time of all was when we had Patrick's children Joan Mumbua (aged 11) and Joseph Kiio (aged 12) stay with us for the week between Christmas until just after the New Year. This is the first time all 4 siblings have been together, so I was really hoping for some serious bonding time. I'd met Kiio before, but this was the first time meeting Mumbua for me. What wonderful kids they are! Their mothers, despite the obstacles, have done such wonderful jobs raising them. Mwende followed Mumbua around constantly while Kiio played with his cousins, Ian and Arthur. This arrangement caused quite a stir in the village as many people couldn't believe what they were hearing. One man came out and said it to Patrick, "How do you manage to hide these children from your wife in plain sight??" They found it difficult to believe that Patrick had told me long ago and even harder to believe that I accepted and loved these kids.

During the week that we had Mumbua and Kiio, we took a "field trip" to Nairobi. Our matatu driver, David, came and picked us up. Going were Patrick and I, Mwende, Mwelu, Kiio, Mumbua, Mom, Lucy, Patrick's nephews, Ian and Arthur, and his cousins, Sammy and Kimeu. We went first to the Nairobi National Park where we saw mainly giraffe, zebra and gazelle. We were hoping to see a lion or some rhinoceros, but weren't that fortunate. From there we went to the Giraffe Centre where the kids had an opportunity to feed giraffes. It was a full fun day where we left as the sun came up and didn't get back into the village until after dark.

Also during the time that we had Mumbua and Kiio with us, we took the bedsheets that we had collected for Mwende's birthday to the medical clinic in Kivaani in order to donate them. They were gratefully received and we learned that the greatest need of the clinic right now is electricity.

We had two goat roast gatherings while we were there. One for the Musyimi family (Patrick's father's family) and another for mom's extended family. The gathering for the Musyimi family was intended to bring the family together to talk as there have been a lot of tensions in the family in recent years. It didn't go as well as hoped with a lot of hurt feelings coming out from many years back. Patrick felt like it was a failure, but I disagreed with him, saying that people finally got together and at least talked. Even if it ended negatively, there was still some communication going on. We're continuing to pray that these family members can put their hurts behind them and reconcile with their relatives. The gathering for mom's extended family went very well. A lot of people that I hadn't met before and it turned out very positively.

Our last week in the village was characterized by sending kids off to school. Kiio went back home so that he could attend the Iie Itune Primary School which wasn't far from us. Mumbua went back to her mother's home in Tala (about 45 min drive on the way back to Nairobi) so that she could attend her school. I have to admit I cried a bit when these kids left. It will be years before I see their beautiful faces again. Ian (10y), Arthur (12y), Sammy (12y) and Kimeu (14y) went off to boarding school. The compound was significantly quieter with the absence of these boys. Sammy and Kimeu are orphans. Until we sent them to boarding school, they were in the care of their 80+ year old grandmother. We are hoping to adopt them sometime in the next 4 years and bring them to live with us. Mwende also went to school. They had a nursery school. We got her a uniform and everything. She was there from 8am to 1pm every day for a week. Starting on the second day, she started walking home by herself accompanied by a large group of children. It was nice to have a little break during the day! She did a lot of coloring and tracing numbers and letters.

At the end of this week we left the village to go stay with our friends the Ochanji's in Nairobi so that Patrick could do his work at Kenyatta University. Mwende's was happy to see her friend Ashley whom is a frequent visitor to our home in California. This was a bittersweet experience for me. I was very happy to have a real toilet once again! But I was back to trying to entertain the girls. I felt a bit depressed at this point for having left the village. I wanted to go back and so did Mwende. It was nice to be able to go get some of the foods that I am more used to. We ate a lot of chips (aka french fries)! Samosas were among my favorite treats there too. On a down side, Nairobi is infested with mosquitoes. (There really weren't any in the village). So the week that we were in Nairobi, I got eaten alive!

After Patrick finished with his workshops, we moved on to Lucy's house. If possible she had an even worse mosquito problem than the Ochanjis did! But she had a working shower with hot running water which was a beautiful thing. (washing hair like mine in a basin is enough to make me want to shave my head!) While we were there we took Mwende to have her hair done. It took about 2-3 hours and with the help of coloring books, soda and movies on Patrick's ipad, Mwende did a great job of sitting still. The day before we left we also visited the Masaai Market in Nairobi in order to pick up some souvenirs for folks at home. This was a fun experience. I think people looked at my white skin and instantly tried to charge me 10x the amount that they would charge their countrymen. They were surprised to find that I was aware of their scheme and fully ready to negotiate the price. Patrick would come behind me and tell them to address me in Kikamba (I have all the greetings down) and how could they possibly overcharge one of their own? So I got some really good prices on some really great items! After this we went for lunch at a Wimpy Burger. I'd never heard of it before and thought the name was pretty funny. But it was one of the best burgers I ever tasted! Definitely not a "wimpy" burger. ;) After this, we went to go pick up Patrick's sister, Peninnah. I finally got to meet her husband, Gideon and get a picture of their family. From there we went to Patrick's sister's house, Juliana, for a brief visit. I got to meet her sons PJ and Nate for the first time. I have yet to meet her husband. Some day though! Then it was back to Lucy's to pack up and head to the airport for our 12:20am flight. The girls fell asleep in the van and didn't really wake up until we reached Zurich.

The only other thing really worth mentioning is that the airport in Zurich has an AWESOME children's play area. It was confusing trying to get there, but worth it. It had two large rooms. One for older kids with slides and hula hoops, etc. Another for babies with age appropriate toys. It also had changing stations complete with wipes AND a nap room filled with cribs. We had a 7 hour layover there and spent most of the time there. Mwende played the entire time with a seven year old girl named Deanna. Mwelu spent most of the time chasing them around. Towards the end I fell asleep with Mwelu on a huge pile of animal shaped pillows in a corner. Best layover with kids EVER!!

Anyway, that's about it. The flight to LA went well. We arrived at 4:00 in the afternoon LA time. Had pizza that night and went to bed. I should mention that as I write this a week later, we are still struggling with jet lag. :|

To sum up, it was the trip of a lifetime and I can't wait to go back!