Photo Friday

I'm seeing a light. It's at the end of a long, dark tunnel, but I'm moving closer and closer to it. Don't worry, this isn't the kind of light we want to avoid. It means that I am definitely seeing a light at the end of this long tunnel called my grad thesis. Wohoo! I've been away for the last four days writing and transcribing and writing and reading and editing and writing some more. We've had a lot of help with the kids and now Pete has had the weekend off to be with them, so I'm continuing to work. But as a writing break, I thought I'd post a few recent photos (even though I technically missed Friday by one day) since I haven't been great about posting in the midst of all this writing.

Enjoy!

just playin'

oh yes! I love my feet!

waiting to see the doc at his 10 month NICU follow-up. it went well!

guess who decorated us

mocha facial mast for the girlies. recipe here

tongue!

two wee sickies, cuddling on the floor

bedhead!

merry christmas! wait. that's not right.

little boy loves to eat

An Easter Sunday

We had a quiet, cozy little Easter celebration at our house this year. Pete was on call delivering wee Easter babies all day. I woke shortly after he left for the hospital in the hopes of joining my sister at the earliest church service. Alas, 7:30 proved to be too early for my snail pace. I had good intentions. I had planned about a week before that Ella would wear an adorable daisy dress my mom had given her and Sam would wear a little button-up and khakis. They were dressed with hair brushed, looking bright-eyed for the big day when I realized I hadn't given a moment's thought to what I would wear. Good heavens, why must we even make such decisions?! I was so successful getting them ready that I had no remaining creative energy to figure out what I would wear. I quickly vetoed jeans due to the nice occasion. I briefly considered dress pants until I realized I didn't have any pressed shirts. Then I flipped through hangers of dresses until I came across one that actually fits at the moment. It was a winner. I tossed my hair up in a messy bun, got the kids in the car, and did my makeup in the church parking lot. By this time it was a few minutes after 8, so I jokingly told the nursery attendants I thought the service started at 8. Oh well, we all ended up at church and that was the goal. Go team.

The entire service was beautiful. I discovered this when I decided to stay for the 9 o'clock service with Eli & Krista. Easter is probably my favorite time to be at church. There is a joyfulness that can be felt through kind smiles, big families, and bright new dresses. It Christmas things feel a bit more rushed and stressful. On top of that, the promise we are reminded of at Easter is incredible. I am completely humbled by God's goodness to us.

After church, I took the kids home for naps and to prepare an Easter meal. Eli, Krista, and Caleb joined us for a very relaxed afternoon of eating, naps, and an indoor egg hunt. There was just way too much snow to have it outside. Although, it may have been fun to throw the eggs out in the yard and watch Ella tromp through the thigh-high snow to get each of them. She probably would have loved it!

She was pretty hilarious looking for the two dozen eggs I hid in the living and dining rooms. There was a high-pitch squeal and a little dance with every discovered egg. Envision that doubled each time she found two hidden side-by-side. Seriously, the girl has some good egg discovering moves.

The plan yesterday had included dying eggs, but we didn't quite make it that far, so this afternoon Ella and I worked together to color a basket of them.

She was quite focused while working and only cracked one egg. I think it may have been a bit intentional, though.

 At one point I had the idea to get out the glue and googley eyes, so we made a little family. I was really impressed with Ella's drawing skills! She made two of the three!

Little Man had a good time next to the table while we worked.  Currently, this is his favorite thing to do. He's kind of a pro.

We hope your family had a very happy Easter.

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Last Wednesday, Sam had a very quick procedure to put tubes in each of his ears. We were at the hospital at 7am and were home by 10:30am. He was a champ. Most kids have multiple ear infections before considering tubes, but Sam didn't have a single one that we're aware of. Instead, we were hoping that his very low hearing skills would improve by clearing out fluid that had built up in his ear. In the end, the doctor was able to remove a lot of gunk, and boy oh boy, have we seen a change. He's now responding when we talk to him and even turns to see us when we make noise. Those are things that very rarely happened before getting his tubes. He seems happier and more engaged. We are thrilled! His hearing will be tested again in a few weeks and then we'll do an ABR (auditory brainstem response) test to see if there are more ways we can continue to improve his hearing. We want to do as much as possible so that he can hear well during his early stages of speech development. This has been the only health challenge we've encountered so far, aside from a few bouts of croup. We know that we are very blessed.

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Of course, we cannot forget that today is the day a winner of the paper bead necklace is being announced. There were 22 responses between the blog and two places on Facebook, so I compiled the list and let random.org select the winner.

As you can see, the winner is number 22... Ellen K! Yay, Ellen! I'll get your info and have the necklace in the mail in the next couple days. Enjoy!

Back In Kenya & a Giveaway!

We've been home for nearly an entire month already, but there are still plenty of things I want to share about our time in Kenya. I just haven't been able to post fast enough to stay on top of my thoughts. Darn grad school. But there is an end in sight! I'm working hard on my thesis this semester in order to finish the first week of May. I will take no other route. I will finish at that time. I no longer have an appendix to rupture, so I'm on my way.

I cannot tell you how much I enjoyed being able to share so much with all of you while we were away. It made the experience even more meaningful, because I  knew we weren't doing things alone. As an expression of gratitude for walking alonside us on our journey, I brought home a few things specifically to share with you, my lovely blog readers. The first is the colorful, paper bead necklace shown in the photo below. It was made by a woman who sells them at the guesthouse of the hospital where Pete was working. I'm in love with her pieces. I bought a couple similar necklaces for myself and two coordinating pairs of earrings. They are bright and completely remind me of the beauty of Kenya.

This giveaway is very simple. All you have to do is leave a comment at the end of this blog post or on the post on my Facebook page. Each person can enter just one time, either here or on Facebook. I will randomly select a winner Monday at noon Central Time. Feel free to let others know! If I have a big response, I just might end up giving away two!

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So, back in Kenya. The last Sunday morning we were at Tenwek, we were invited to a village church across the river. We had the choice of walking or driving. That's not really as simple to decide as you might think. We had both of the kids and could certainly carry them in our wrap and Ergo carrier, but then it would take longer and they might be too tired and fussy to sit through church. Driving might seem like it would save time, but the roads are a bit crazy, as seen below, and we had to drive a ways to get to a bridge to cross the river. In the end, we did drive. We went with friends and hired two cars.

There goes the first car.

Oops. Ours didn't quite make it. Everyone got out but the kids and the driver.

We did eventually get it out, and you know what? Pete didn't get a speck of mud on his church clothes. That's my man.

photo by our friend Jen

This is just a glimpse of what many of the roads and intersections look like in Kenya.

And this was along the road to the church. A very typical view in rural Kenya.

Before we left for Kenya in January, we met with a surgeon here in Duluth who spends about three weeks in Kenya a couple times a year. She's done this about 15 times and was even there during our stay. It was great seeing someone we had med in Duluth all the way over there! She has a great relationship with this village church and the pastor, Pastor Daniel. This is Pastor Daniel's church.

I believe this was the church choir. Everyone dresses in their very best not only for church, but for any special occasion. This includes visiting the doctor. I saw many fancy dresses each time I walked through the hospital. It is a very formal culture. My long-jersey skirts and t-shirts were very casual (yet appropriate) compared to what I often saw others wearing.

We happened to be visiting the same day that a musical group was also visiting from another town. It was fun to watch them sing and dance.

Sam may have been a little surprised by their loud music. "Whoa, mama! What is that noise?!" I was sure to cover his ears during the music from then on.

After the service, the entire church gathered outside to greet one another and to hold an auction. I don't know that this happens every week, but it does happen often. Various items are donated by church members and others bid for them. Our friend had mentioned this ahead of time, so we were sure to have some money with us. We were really hoping to buy a goat, but none were available that morning. In the end, I bid for a very large cabbage, which we gave to Pastor Daniel's wife at lunch. We would have done the same with a goat. (I had really wanted a goat! We did leave money to buy one at the next auction, but we didn't get to name it or see it. I'm definitely buying a goat that I can meet when we return.)

Ella was excited about our cabbage and wanted to take a picture with it.

Catch that funny expression on her face? She broke off a little piece of the cabbage and popped it in her mouth before we could stop her. Guess she wasn't a fan.

I find it difficult to express my feelings looking at this next photo. I get teary trying to think how to describe Ella's experience in Kenya. While we were there, I couldn't help think over and over that she was made to live in such a place. She begged to play with every child she saw, she shouted "jambo!" out the window as we passed kids in the car, and she gave as many hugs as possible. Some spoke English, but it never slowed her down if they didn't. She naturally and gently gestured to express herself. I learned from watching her easiness with complete strangers, allowing her to open doors into relationships I was too timid to open on my own. Children are amazing like that, but my Ella was amazing in her own way. She was basking in the beauty of love that God has placed deep inside her. Have I mentioned her middle name is Rehema? It's Swahili for God's mercy. I have no doubt that the genuine love and friendship and mercy I saw in her every single day is only the beginning of what she's going to experience in her journey.

After the service, we were invited to Pastor Daniel's home for lunch. His wife prepared an incredible meal of rice with pumpkin, goat meat, chipati (like a tortilla), and fruit. Just writing about it makes me long for another plate. We all gathered around a long table in his one-room home to enjoy each others company.

The room was beautifully prepared for our visit. The cooking took place in a small building next to the house.

photo by our friend Jen

These were seriously the biggest bananas I had ever seen, and they came from Pastor Daniel's own banana trees!

photo by our friend Jen

This next photo was taken by our friend Jen. I can't help but laugh looking at it. Jen and her husband, Todd (such a character!) arrived in Kenya on the same flight we were on in January. They are there for two years with a post-residency program. Todd is a surgeon and Jen is a teacher. She is currently doing work in the surrounding community with health education, I believe, and travels to South Sudan every other month. We really enjoyed hanging out with them and hope to work with them again in the future. (Hear that, Jen? We really do!)

photo by our friend Jen

I hope it's not rude of me to put this bathroom on display, but I thought you might be interested in seeing what they typically look like in Kenya. Poor Ella had a little bit of a hard time with this style. Her little legs just weren't quite long enough.

Ella may not have been a fan of the bathroom, but she was thrilled with the animals.

I captured this cool panoramic photo with the Photosynth app. The path on the left leads to the house and the cooking building. The animals live in the structure on the right, and crops are planted beyond that.

Sweet Ella tried and tried to figure out how Pastor Daniel's niece was standing against this tree. After much trial and error, she got it and was incredibly proud. I love the minds of little ones.

Our visit to Pastor Daniel's church and to his home was very memorable. We hope to visit countless more quite like his in the future. I can only imagine the conversations and life experiences that will be shared during such occasions. While I wait to be in that place once again, I will do my very best to be patient and hear what God has for me now. He doesn't waste his time, of this I am sure.

Speaking of the future, that would make for a great post, don't you think? Some of you know where we're heading and when we're hoping to head there, but I don't want to keep you in the dark, if you haven't heard. Well, okay then, it's set. I'll be sure to get a "future" post up very soon.

Photo Friday

Ah, the return of Photo Friday. Here are a few recent clicks. Enjoy!

a mama/daughter date with my girly at "the library store" aka Barnes & Noble

 celebrating Daddy's birthday last week

all this play is hard work!

 he loves his bouncer

cuddling with my boy on World Down Syndrome Awareness Day

Video: World Down Syndrome Day 2013

Thursday is World Down Syndrome Day. Why Thursday? Because every year people all over the world who have Down syndrome or love someone who does celebrate on March 21. There is great significance in the numbers that correlate with that day. Down syndrome occurs when there are three copies (instead of the typical two copies) of the 21st chromosome. Therefore, it's 3-21, or March 21.

We have been beautifully touched by our little man's diagnosis of Down syndrome. He has taught us so much in just 10 short months. In honor of Sam and his extra chromosome, I put together a video inspired by the International Down Syndrome Coalition and their "Who I Am" campaign. I hope you enjoy it.

God Is Good. No Matter What.

Dear friends, my heart is breaking as I write this morning. Yesterday morning, while sitting in the waiting room of the hearing clinic with Sam, I received devastating news from friends in Kenya. A few weeks after we arrived at Tenwek (the hospital where Pete worked for six weeks) the Kelleys arrived from Pennsylvania and moved to the apartment right above ours and began to settle in for their two-year stay. That same afternoon, there were three little boys running around in superhero costumes in the grass out front. A short time later, out came Hannah with her mom and dad, Steph and Aaron. Hannah turned one at the end of January and was one of the most adorable little girls I had ever seen. She had a little sprig of a ponytail on the top of her head and such a sweet smile. I spent numerous mornings sitting in the grass with Steph talking about having a little girl, how much fun it is to dress them, and the struggle of keeping cute ribbons and bows in their hair. When we left, Ella gave little Hannah a couple dresses and a pair of shoes, all of which she had outgrown during our time there.

It pains me to share the news that sweet Hannah is now with Jesus. I was shocked by the sudden news yesterday and immediately paged Pete at the hospital so I could cry with the person I knew would understand. We hadn't known the Kelleys very long, but when you're on the mission field together, relationships grow quickly. Just a few weeks ago, we were sitting with them in their kitchen, eating ice cream sundaes on our last night at Tenwek.

Aaron explained on his blog a few days ago that Hannah had been throwing up often enough to be concerned. They began treating for worms or giardia, but her sickness progressed. She was admitted to the hospital where Aaron is an ER physician, and many tests were conducted. She eventually had a CT scan, which revealed an aggressive tumor in her brain. My friend Jen wrote on her blog, "Arrangements were made for her to go to Kijabe Hospital, another mission hospital three hours away where there was a world-renowned pediatric neurosurgeon - yes, in rural Africa!  He was able to perform surgery that afternoon and remove most of the tumor." It was not enough for Hannah's little body. This is what her dad wrote on his Facebook page:

"My dear friends...God has answered our prayers and Hannah has been fully healed. She no longer has any pain or suffering. I was by her side since 2 am playing music on my phone for her (she loved dancing with daddy). As she passed the lyrics were to Jeremy Camp's King Jesus "King Jesus, you are victorious, you paid the final debt for all of us. King Jesus, you are victorious." He is victorious! He lives! And because of this each and every one of us have the opportunity to spend eternity with Him through a simple act of faith and acceptance of Jesus Christ. Please be praying for us today as we have to tell the boys."

They are leaning heavily on Jesus and his strength right now. I cannot imagine the pain they are experiencing, which is why I am asking you to please, please pray for them. They are in a new country, so far away from family and all things familiar.

Jen also wrote on her blog that Stephanie posted the following on Facebook, which is our hope in a world that is not yet free of pain and suffering:

"God is good. No matter what. God is good."

About this photo: I was telling Pete last night that one of the very clear memories I have of Hannah is when she was sitting in the grass in front of our apartment shortly after they arrived. Her daddy was lying in the grass in front of her taking pictures. It was an adorable sight. I just found the photo here on Aaron's blog. And in her little hand was Ella's wooden ambulance.

If you would like to read about ways you can help the Kelley family, please visit their blog here. There is even an opportunities to give to Hannah Kelley's Homegoing Fund.

Such precious gifts we are given when God entrusts his children to us.