Below is a picture of Eden after a craft we made for Carlos. It is a good thing they make non-toxic paint. We were both covered by the time we finished it and even her bath water was blue when I emptied her bathtub. The other picture is just a lazy afternoon.

Random Pictures

Pandula

I read the blog Bring the Rain (which you can link from the side of my blog)and Angie who writes the blog is currently in India with Compassion International, touring their sites. (Some of you may remember I talked about her blog before when she lost her infant daughter). Reading it this week has been enlightening to me. I am amazed by what is done through $32 a month. I knew this in my head before, but seeing and hearing from someone who is there makes it far more real.

Carlos and I sponsored Isaac for a few years from the Dominican Republic, but we had to stop when Carlos was out of work for 6 months last year and couldn't even pay our bills. But times change and we although we don't have a lot of extra money right now, I do eat out ever now and then. I can change someones life with with how much is costs me to go to friendly's (we are not even talking outback price!)

And so this morning I was on Compassion's web site and I typed in Eden's birthday, mainly because you could and I didn't want to type in mine. With one click of the mouse I was looking a a beautiful 10 year old girl named Pandula from India. I stopped and thought for a second, should I sponsor her? All of the sudden the reality of the situation hit me. This is actually a little girl's life, not some picture on the internet. She had to stand and have her picture taken just in hopes of getting a sponsor, how could I possibly say no. I actually got teary when typing in my credit card info (not my typical reaction to buying something online) and if you know me well, you know I don't get emotional over things on a regular basis. Now I am eagerly awaiting her info packet, the plan is to fame Pandula's picture for Eden's dresser. Sadly, there was another little girl, also 10 years old that came up when I was searching. I can't sponsor 2 kids right now but man would I like to. Anyone want to sponsor a pretty little girl from Bangladesh? If I could figure out how to post a link I would, but if you go to www.compassion.com and search for a girl born January 10th you will find her.

It is finally great weather outside and so I packed Eden up for a walk, found her sun hat, made sure I had the pacifier and a burp cloth, harnessed Norman, found his leash, found a poop bag, went outside, locked the door and went to get the stroller out of the car. Then I realized Carlos had taken that car to work.

I then called Carlos to complain and to tell him that the Jehovah's Whiteness's that woke me up from my nap mostly likely think I plan on becoming one of them and are planning on coming back to talk some more. (I was to out of it from just waking up that I just kept mumbling ok).

Because I had told Norman we were going for a walk he was still bouncing around whining and I felt bad for him so I thought I can use the baby carrier thing and just go for a shorter walk. Well, Eden wanted to see and she is still to short to sit facing out in the carrier and still be able to see, so I took her out of there and I got out my sling so she could sit facing out in that. By this point a lot of time had passed and she was starting to fall asleep. So, sadly our walk is not going to happen. Poor Norman just doesn't understand what happened. He is just walking around all sad

The above picture is after I decided the walk was no longer happening, but Eden was still chilling in her sun hat. Below is Carlos and Eden playing after dinner last night.

Bedtime Story

Bedtime is Carlos's time with Eden. He reads her stories, while injecting his own thoughts, opinions or disagreement. If you were here you would often hear me yell something about the offensiveness or annoyingness of his comments, I try not be be in hearing range. I also do a lot of eye rolling, but they are both happy and I get time to myself so I guess I can't complain.

Thinking of blogging

I have been thinking of blogging for a while now but have not had time or if I did, I was lacking the motivation.

I thought of blogging about life in Lebanon and the oddly large number of police cars outside yesterday, maybe even adding the stories I made up about what the men did who were sitting in the back of them. Or the two men I saw exchanging money on the sidewalk today, and the stories I made up in my head about that.

I thought of blogging about how someone stole one of our trash cans. We had 2 newer trash cans and a really gross old one. The gross one was stolen. What kind of wack-job does something like that.

I thought of blogging about how much I enjoy our neighbors across the street, Hippie Dave and Sharon. (If you ever see Dave you would understand the hippie part.) We now have a set of their keys hanging with ours so we can move their car for them into our driveway each week on street cleaning days and how their car is a Capris classic. I learned to drive in this exact kind of car, which just happens to be the biggest car on earth. Oh, and I would thought I would blog that Hippie Dave laughed at Carlos moving the car and told him that his wife did it some much smoother when she did it last time. Hippie Dave can't drive by the way, due to epilepsy and Sharon has to many health issues to count and is unable to walk up the slight hill that is our driveway,hence we move the car.

I thought I blogging about how the other neighbors dog annoys me to no end and I almost hit it with my car because it was sitting in my driveway when I came home from work. Why put your dog on a least that can reach into my driveway and then leave it outside unattended.

I thought about blogging about Carlos' and my desire to find ways to make holidays like Christmas and Easter more meaningful and purposeful in our lives and less commercial. How starting Good Friday at noon we are shutting off the lights in our house and are only going to use candles until Easter Sunday. I enjoy the symbolism of this immensely.

I thought about blogging about how infertility still screws with my head even though I have a 3 month old daughter, and how sometimes I feel robbed of just enjoying certain aspects of life that normal people take for granted. How is it very possible these thoughts will always be a part of who I am. For anyone else dealing with this, I recommend to you Hannah.org, the community of women there may have been what kept me sane some days.

I thought about blogging about how much is bothers Carlos that I do not do back and proof-read my blogs after writing them.

I thought about blogging about how a parent at work thanked me for what I was doing for her son and what a difference she has been seeing in him, which completely stunned me, especially coming from this parent. How sometimes it is nice to know there actually is a purpose in what I do.

I thought about blogging about Oprah today and the subject of talking to your kids about sex. How I really enjoyed this particular show.


I thought about blogging about Norman and his obsession with his own shadow. How we often hear a thud at night when he runs into the wall trying to attack his shadow.

I thought about blogging often lately, but really who has anything to say.

I thought it was important to get a picture of Eden's mohawk, so I spiked it up. Even the pediatrician said she has a great mowhawk.



Trying to sit on Norman