Archive for July, 2011

July 30, 2011

Summer….

I’ve been quiet, I know. 

So what have we been doing?  

A little of this….

Playing at the park.

A lot of this….

Mayers first time off the diving board.

Some of this….

The kids working on some school work.  

A fun day of this….

Building a box city at the library.  

And a ton of this….

One word…nesting.  

Ahhh….summer!

July 27, 2011

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July 19, 2011

4 years old….

Its hard to believe.

Our first baby boy is 4 years old.  

FOUR!

How did that happen? 

It was just yesterday I was holding this little baby on my lap. 

Schnider at 4 months old. 

It feels just like just a few months ago we were saying goodbye.  

What a hearbreaking time that was for our family.  

I can hardly bear to think about it.  

Our last weekend together before I took him back to Haiti. 

I know I say this all the time….but oh my goodness, how we miss him. 

Three years later, he is on our minds and in our thoughts every day.  

Mayer knows he has a brother in Haiti.    He prays for Schnider every night.

They will meet someday.  Someday we’ll go to Haiti together .  We will make it happen. 

As hard as it has been for us to not have him here with us any longer –
we are rejoicing in the success story that is his family. 

Schnider and his momma in Haiti

And that he’s growing up so big, is healthy and oh so loved.  

That he’s stayed safe during the earthquake and the cholera outbreaks. 

So many prayers still going up for this sweet boy. 


Happy 4th birthday Schnider-bug!

We love you so much!

July 12, 2011

Fun stuff….

Saturday evening Mayer and I (Keith had his second performance of Les Miserable that night) had a chance to drive and have dinner with family at a gorgeous State Park here in Ohio. I’ve been here before but it’s been a long time. 

I forget how beautiful our own corner of the world can be.

It was fun to see it through Mayers eyes for the first time.   I thought he’d be more excited about the idea of being in a cave, but he was more interested in all the bridges we crossed and getting wet at the waterfall.  :)  It was fun though, all the kids had a blast.  I hope we can go back soon.

It was evening and dark in the caves – so iPhone pics were not real successful. 

July 12, 2011

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July 7, 2011

Always an adventure….

Oh yes, much drama can happen in a Ugandan parking lot.

Let me set the scene. It’s about 10pm. We had just finished dinner at a super yummy but hopping place called Bamboo Nest. Music was boom booming from the restaurant. The street around the place is alive with cars, bodas, pedestrians, merchants, etc. Parking around the restaurant is scarce and there is a lot of competition for the parking spots right in front of the restaurant. Normal parking rules we follow here in the US aren’t followed there. For example, cars may park 2 or 3 deep in one parking spot. So if you’re the car on the inside, you’re stuck. There is no such thing as allowing space between cars. So you might have a car parked so close to you on both sides you can’t even get your arms in to open your door. Yeah, its interesting to say the least.

We got back to the car and saw that there was a Land Cruiser parked in front of us. There was a small space where you could get to the the drivers side door. Unfortunately, the drivers side door handle was missing. So we couldn’t open the door. The new Mercedes on the passenger side of the car was parked so close you couldn’t open the door. We stood around for a minute trying to think of a way to get into the car. We opened the trunk and tried to fold the seats down to see if we could climb in that way. Nope. We tried to work what was left of the car handle to see if we could pop the door open. Nope. After about 20 minutes of humming and hawing someone went to get the manager of the restaurant. He came and took a look at the situation. He went and made an announcement over the intercom that people needed to move cars. The owner of the Land Cruiser came out right away. He moved his car to the street and sat there waiting for us to move so he could have our spot. But the owner of the Mercedes didnt show.

If we could get in the car, we could get out. But we couldn’t get in the car.  A crowd started to gather as we’ve now been trying to get in the car for about 45 minutes.  Over and over various people are trying to get the doors open.  People start talking about cracking open a window.  They keep trying to get in through the trunk. The situation is so ridiculous it was funny at first, but its getting later and later. The owner goes and announces again that we need the owner of the Mercedes. Still nothing. Then one of the bouncer/security guard guys announce that they think the Mercedes has been there since morning and that the owner wasn’t in the building. That seemed to put our driver/friend over the edge and he decided to try to PICK UP the car.

When the other men standing around saw that he wanted to pick up the car they came to help lift. Everyone gathers in front of the car and tries to lift. Nothing.  They try again.   Nothing.   The man in the Land Cruiser stuck his head out the window and yelled “lift it from the back!”. So everyone moved to the rear of the car.

1, 2, 3, LIFT! Movement! A half an inch further away from the Mercedes. Over and over again, 1, 2, 3, LIFT!  Tiny bit by tiny bit the car started moving to the side!

FINALLY someone was able to SQUEEZE between the Mercedes and our car to get the door open. Cheers erupt from all of us and the spectators. Success!

We start to climb in the car when a man walks up and protectively puts his hand on the Mercedes. The cars owner. Inside having a drink this whole time. He looks it over carefully to make sure we didn’t leave any scratches, we wave to all of our helpers and are on our way.

Yes, it’s always an adventure in Uganda. Even in a parking lot.

July 7, 2011

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