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Thursday, April 29, 2010

The One Where You Lose Respect For Me

Every now and then in life you find yourself at a crossroads. A place where you must make a decision, no matter how difficult it is. And sometimes that decision requires action on your part that you never thought you would take, but until you find yourself in that particular situation....well you just don't know what you would do.

When I realized that my children had lice, trust me, all I wanted to do was leave. Leave and never ever come back. But it's illegal to just leave your children alone in a hotel so I did what any other well seasoned expat mother would do. First, I ordered a glass of wine from room service. Then I sat quietly on the edge of the bed and came up with a plan. And that was the moment of truth. I decided on a course of action and realized once I started, there would be no turning back.

I called housekeeping to have all the sheets and towels replaced. I sent out every piece of laundry that we had including blanky, lamby, and puppy. Thankfully madame is never questioned here so no explanation was necessary.

And then I did something that I will forever be ashamed of. I grabbed a comb and picked as many bugs as I could out of that beautiful blond hair, and I ran my children down to the salon and asked them to shave their heads. I sat there with a pit in my stomach hoping no one would notice. And they didn't.

As we walked back through the lobby as usual a hundred people stopped to pat the boys on their heads. Truly I would have liked to warn people but they wouldn't have understood me anyway. So we held our heads high, pushed through the crowd and made it back to our room where I did NOT call down for a second glass of wine.

Don't judge me.....until you have walked two little lice infested bald white kids through a sea of indian people patting them and taking their not judge me.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010


No, I'm not talking about what led Samuel and Everett to eat an unspeakable amount at the breakfast buffet this morning.

Now with full bellies, they are lounging in their beds watching one of their favorite shows in Hindi Galli Galli Sim Sim.

And the first person to tell me what that is will win a prize. And it won't be bacon or sausage.....because there isn't any left.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010


I get so many e-mails saying how funny and well-written my blog is. I appreciate the sentiment but I really don't think it's that I'm so funny as much as funny things just happen here.

You know who is funny? Melissa Hill. Her blog is hilarious. The other day she made her car getting broken into pretty funny. I mean, who does that.

You know what else she makes funny?


I really really really wish I knew how to do that.


Saturday, April 24, 2010


I think my blog is being monitored. Is the government? And if it it ours or theirs?

You'll never guess what happened to the suitcase carrying the Indian/American china...

"Lost" by the airlines....

A likely story.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

She loves me yeah yeah yeah

According to Everett, Sam* is married to Carrrrrolina, his friend at school. Arranged marriages are quite common here but seriously, we have not been offered money, jewelry, livestock, nothing....

Who is this girl?

JK I know who she is. What kind of mother do you think I am? She's from Slovenia. She wears pigtails every day and she loves Barrrbi. (that's a rolled R in case you were wondering.) She apparently didn't speak any English at all when she started school a few months ago so I doubt she even knew about the whole livestock I guess it's forgivable.

Anyhooo....I hear the Indian bidet running so I'd really better go.

* Apparently nicknames are not permitted at WeCareDayCare, and not being a huge fan of restrictions, Everett now calls Samuel, Sam at home. not feel free to do the same.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

James Update

I don't have a lot of info but for those who are keeping up, James did great in surgery this morning and is back with his mom and dad. It is my understanding that he has to keep an empty stomach for 72 hours which I imagine will be rough on all of them. Please continue to pray.


We had tacos for dinner.

After tacos (3 each), Samuel and Everett both had two bowls of cereal, a bowl of ice cream with mango and sprinkles (thank you Nonnie), goldfish and a marshmallow (the marshmallow was just a bribe to smile for the picture below.)

Sure were hungry tonight.

Let's take a look at the school cafeteria menu to see what else they ate today.

Breakfast: rice flake upma, mixed chutney and muskmelon juice
Lunch: gobi paratha, set curd, and veg sticks

Ohhhhh okay. That makes sense then.

Monday, April 19, 2010

A donkey by any other name....

I met with a guy who does embroidery today. He does beautiful work and can embroider pretty much anything. I was trying to order something for my parents. I asked him if he could embroider a donkey.

He looked at me curiously and said, "You mean an ass?"

Yes, I do. I do mean an ass.

****In other embroidery man news....he let the boys and I take a ride on his rickshaw. The boys were thrilled, it sort of made up for the fact that I dragged them out of the house to look at embroidery. The driver, however, as you can see was not thrilled. In America we might say he was being an......oh never mind...

Friday, April 16, 2010

Back to Our Regularly Scheduled Programming

My sister asked for a funny story this morning. With mom and dad here it was just a matter of picking one out of a hat....

So, not to air our dirty laundry but my parents have had two big conflicts in their marriage. One is Christmas tree stands and the other is packing. (There was this one other conflict over a dog named, Ellie, but we've all worked so hard to repress that memory, I won't get into it) We've asked them to seek counseling but you know, you can't help people who don't want to be helped.

The Christmas tree stand thing I can't even explain but after traveling with them a bit I am starting to understand the packing thing. One issue is that my mom's bags are always overweight. For some reason this bothers dad. The weight requirements are completely ridiculous for anyone that has to carry a hairdryer and a flat iron to combat the indian humidity. The other issue is that mom is famous for packing things in plastic grocery bags. Thankfully for international travel she puts the plastic bags in a suitcase. Can't say the same for shorter trips.

On the way to Bangalore mom's bags were surely overweight with all the wonderful goodies that so many people sent to us. So she has some "room" for the trip back. After a couple little shopping trips, she decided to purchase two sets of the china that we are using in our house here. The pattern is actually called India, and she thought they would be great at the ranch. I don't mean to sound snobby, but it's a really great brand. Most probably haven't even heard of it.

So, at dinner the other night, she confessed to my dad that they would be hauling back two sets of this china. She encouraged him to admire the pattern and the durability. We told the story of how Everett threw one on our marble floor and it didn't break.

Being in good spirits, my dad simply smiled asked where they were made.

So she grabbed one from our kitchen and turned it over.

"Made in the USA."

Ever heard of Corell?

Carl said the customs agents in the US might have to pay my parents some sort of refund for bringing back in exported items.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Update and Thank You

I have a ton of great material from watching my parents navigate Bangalore which I will get to asap, but, in the meantime, I really appreciate so many people "standing in the gap" for my sister and her family.

James has a long road ahead of him but has had a really good couple of days and has gained an entire pound on the TPN (which is total nutrition through a pic line). He will start "hospital preschool" tomorrow which is bittersweet to say the least. His surgery to place the g-tube is scheduled for next Tuesday, and he will have to spend at least another week in the hospital following that. My sister and her husband are a true example of God giving us enough grace for each day as it comes.

The best news of all is that he has been able to walk the past couple of days and has found his smile again which was painfully absent there for a while.

Mom and Dad are going to get out of here a few days early to go see the little....soon to be big guy!

If you want to follow him a little more closely you can read Clare's blog

You'll see she clearly gets her wit and good punctuation from me:-)

Monday, April 12, 2010

Indian Summer

Carl's boss is in town. He only made it about 5 minutes and we had to have an air conditioner installed in his room.


Wednesday, April 7, 2010

The Worst Part

Most of my complaining is truthfully just in fun. It's not really meant to be complaining at all... just making light of a sometimes trying situation. It's not that bad.

What actually is bad is when one of your favorite small people in the whole wide world is having a really terrible week and all you can do is read about it in texts and e-mails. And when all you want to do is hug his momma and tell her everything is going to be alright, texts and e-mails don't seem to do the trick.

We love you buddy boy! Aunt GG, Uncle Carl and Samuel and Everett are praying for you every night. Your cousins will be back in that deer blind with you before you know it.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Sounds of Morning

Pitter Patter Pitter Patter (bare feet down marble stairs)
Screeeeeeeech (chairs being pulled across floor to refrigerator)
Whisper whisper (plans being made)
Bang Bang Bang Bang (the climb to top of fridge)
Rustle rustle (plastic bags being opened)
Pop pop (the opening)

"Moooooom? Is it okay if we eat an easter egg?"

"No." (from bed)



Aaaaand we're up.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Refiner's Fire

Disclaimer #2....both boys are upstairs totally safe and asleep COMPLETELY unaware of any of the events which unfolded this morning.

As I sat here this morning, typing a pithy piece of potty prose that you can read below, a spark was ignited. The spark turned into flame and the flame turned into a fire. And as I rode in the car to pick up the kids from school, the fire grew and grew and began to spread across a field. A field next to the school.

As I drove behind an ambulance with it's lights flashing, I had the emotion that I'm sure many have had... I hope that's not going where I'm going. I had hardly had the thought when I saw the smoke. My stomach dropped as the closer we got the school, the more likely it appeared that that was the direction from which the smoke was coming. It became uncomfortably silent in the car. We pulled down the road, and I hurried into the school. As I turned to run out the door with the kids, the school staff became aware of the problem. There was a wall of flames moving across the field. The security guards began to unroll the hoses and as calmly as I could, I ran the kids to the car. Our driver ran to meet me, grabbed their backpacks and calmly but forcibly shoved them in the car. With the promise of an ice cream cone, they were happy to oblige a quick getaway. We drove away as several fire hoses sprayed into the flames. I still do not know what happened at the school, but I feel confident that there was plenty of time to evacuate the children and that more than likely, they were able to extinguish the fire before it reached the building.

I put on my dark glasses and cried tears of both fear and relief as the boys rattled on about their day totally unaware of the danger that was behind them.

Fires can happen anywhere, though they are more likely to happen in a city that routinely burns it's trash on the side of the dry, dusty road, but in the United States we have an infrastructure that makes us feel safe. It does in actuality keep us safer than in many other areas of the world, and for that we should be grateful. Things like fire trucks and smoke alarms and the emergency broadcast system make us feel secure. They make me feel secure. If something bad happens, we have backup. It makes me place my trust in firefighters, in technology, in three precious little numbers like 911.

It is no secret to anyone that I would rather not be here. I don't want my kids to be going to a school called wecare daycare that is situated next to a now charred field. I want to be back where everything is familiar and "safe." But we are here, and we are here under God's sovereignty and love just as we were in Dallas.

I read the following last night in Skip Ryan's book, "That You May Believe."

"It is not just that God by His Sovereign grace allows difficult circumstances and people in order to refine our character. Perhaps more importantly from the Lord's point of view, He allows difficult people and difficult circumstances into our lives to refine our worship. God wants our character to be honed and shaped; but even more, He wants our worship to be honed and shaped."

Being here has helped me to better understand God's worthiness of our worship. Having less "stuff" in which to place my trust has allowed me to see His power more clearly.

Even though I don't want them to, Samuel and Everett are going to go back to school on Monday morning. Tonight we will thank the God who protected our children today. Though we struggle, we will believe, by faith, that He orchestrates all, for our good and for His glory.

And we will worship.