<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592</id><updated>2012-01-31T21:46:43.907-05:00</updated><category term='persecution'/><category term='camels'/><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='Basketball'/><category term='adam'/><category term='ethiopia'/><category term='love costs everything'/><category term='shashamani'/><category term='gotcha day'/><category term='seven months'/><category term='Coach John Calipari'/><category term='referralversary'/><category term='u.s. embassy'/><category term='first steps'/><category term='eliana'/><category term='twins'/><category term='referral day'/><category term='project 61'/><category term='american embassy'/><category term='meetcha day'/><category term='University of Kentucky'/><category term='referral'/><category term='aj hocchalter'/><category term='adoption'/><title type='text'>Chasing After Love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>163</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-1073537565883471915</id><published>2012-01-15T17:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T17:39:37.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Ago Today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;So, exactly one year ago, we held our babies in our arms for the first time. &amp;nbsp;It's all on our &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ninamphotographyblog.com/?p=4140"&gt;photography blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; today, so hope on over and relive the memories, and see a few new family pics! &amp;nbsp;Click &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ninamphotographyblog.com/?p=4140"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="372" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mbzPMoWC09o/TxNVQgbh7GI/AAAAAAAABrY/9tuPA2inLMg/s400/Screen+shot+2012-01-15+at+5.39.31+PM.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-1073537565883471915?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/1073537565883471915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-year-ago-today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/1073537565883471915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/1073537565883471915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-year-ago-today.html' title='One Year Ago Today...'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mbzPMoWC09o/TxNVQgbh7GI/AAAAAAAABrY/9tuPA2inLMg/s72-c/Screen+shot+2012-01-15+at+5.39.31+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-7688979255420938579</id><published>2011-12-06T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T16:16:49.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Christmas Tree with Black and White Memories...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I know, I know...I've been terrible. &amp;nbsp;I haven't updated anyone. &amp;nbsp;I guess I figure most people follow me on facebook and follow our family adventures there, and I get lazy. &amp;nbsp;But just for fun, I thought I'd post pictures from our first Christmas preparations as a family of 4. &amp;nbsp;It's so strange to think that this time last year we had seen their faces, but had never held them. &amp;nbsp;We had been dreaming about them for years, but had no idea what to expect when we finally met them. &amp;nbsp;And here we are a year later, putting up a tree together, in anticipation of my favorite holiday! &amp;nbsp;I decided to make it all black and white today. &amp;nbsp;At heart, I am a documentary photojournalist, but sometimes I forget my roots. &amp;nbsp;I love shooting weddings, and setting up beautiful, fine art portraits, but for this post, I got back to the good stuff. &amp;nbsp;I just took pics of the kids and Wes as they worked and played. &amp;nbsp;I love seeing the curiosity in their eyes, and the excitement of something new in the house. &amp;nbsp;Even Blue got in the action. &amp;nbsp;Such a great dog! &amp;nbsp;I hope you enjoy getting a glimpse into a few of our family moments!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WJEXpFBvj34/Tt6D4zphGXI/AAAAAAAABp4/Jr8H3cWKlbs/s1600/IMG_1923.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WJEXpFBvj34/Tt6D4zphGXI/AAAAAAAABp4/Jr8H3cWKlbs/s400/IMG_1923.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uaAWFAupe00/Tt6D-u_7C5I/AAAAAAAABqA/K8FVR0kvce8/s1600/IMG_1926.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uaAWFAupe00/Tt6D-u_7C5I/AAAAAAAABqA/K8FVR0kvce8/s400/IMG_1926.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-flAD9Z5XpjI/Tt6D_rv1zeI/AAAAAAAABqI/ex5jAuBPSm4/s1600/IMG_1929.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-flAD9Z5XpjI/Tt6D_rv1zeI/AAAAAAAABqI/ex5jAuBPSm4/s400/IMG_1929.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, so maybe it's not a real tree, and you've got to get the right size branches in the right spots, but it's still pretty when all is said and done!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nwM-N1y0K4w/Tt6EA8Af8RI/AAAAAAAABqQ/ioXoxHsI8io/s1600/IMG_1932.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nwM-N1y0K4w/Tt6EA8Af8RI/AAAAAAAABqQ/ioXoxHsI8io/s400/IMG_1932.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UwQs3EDMnrk/Tt6ECB33l1I/AAAAAAAABqY/hWpuf1f0EDI/s1600/IMG_1937.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UwQs3EDMnrk/Tt6ECB33l1I/AAAAAAAABqY/hWpuf1f0EDI/s400/IMG_1937.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are not really allowed to touch the tree or ornaments now that it's up, but for the first few minutes we let them explore. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pyFXJg8_N-U/Tt6EDRD7QDI/AAAAAAAABqg/f8eJ4WJjeGo/s1600/IMG_1938.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pyFXJg8_N-U/Tt6EDRD7QDI/AAAAAAAABqg/f8eJ4WJjeGo/s640/IMG_1938.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex loves to say, "Wooooowww!", now. &amp;nbsp;So cute!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1CfzT1le62k/Tt6EETEnQDI/AAAAAAAABqo/ObuoJPzjcLg/s1600/IMG_1941.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1CfzT1le62k/Tt6EETEnQDI/AAAAAAAABqo/ObuoJPzjcLg/s640/IMG_1941.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think Eliana had just pushed Alex's hand away from the tree, and I made her say she was sorry, and give him a hug. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_CU_mhCQ2IE/Tt6EFMBs2ZI/AAAAAAAABqw/DJ3gWA1ZhyM/s1600/IMG_1947.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_CU_mhCQ2IE/Tt6EFMBs2ZI/AAAAAAAABqw/DJ3gWA1ZhyM/s400/IMG_1947.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IqCECWlHWWA/Tt6EGdl7x6I/AAAAAAAABq4/81A1Bibd7Vg/s1600/IMG_1951.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IqCECWlHWWA/Tt6EGdl7x6I/AAAAAAAABq4/81A1Bibd7Vg/s400/IMG_1951.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a2OiGfoBgZ8/Tt6EHsAcUoI/AAAAAAAABrA/Cl5GSlso0P8/s1600/IMG_1957.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a2OiGfoBgZ8/Tt6EHsAcUoI/AAAAAAAABrA/Cl5GSlso0P8/s400/IMG_1957.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_1HbHN2CDTg/Tt6EIhWsBxI/AAAAAAAABrI/ax0KvQLcXbI/s1600/IMG_1962.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_1HbHN2CDTg/Tt6EIhWsBxI/AAAAAAAABrI/ax0KvQLcXbI/s400/IMG_1962.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;All our babies with Daddy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xZuw2duzjvM/Tt6EJcbOnpI/AAAAAAAABrQ/DydzfJObe2k/s1600/IMG_1967.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xZuw2duzjvM/Tt6EJcbOnpI/AAAAAAAABrQ/DydzfJObe2k/s400/IMG_1967.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is no one they get more excited to see than Daddy! &amp;nbsp;Eliana is our little hugger.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-7688979255420938579?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/7688979255420938579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/12/first-christmas-tree-with-black-and.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/7688979255420938579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/7688979255420938579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/12/first-christmas-tree-with-black-and.html' title='First Christmas Tree with Black and White Memories...'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WJEXpFBvj34/Tt6D4zphGXI/AAAAAAAABp4/Jr8H3cWKlbs/s72-c/IMG_1923.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-1079651991430730171</id><published>2011-10-23T20:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T20:48:42.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Lately, Alexander &amp;amp; Eliana have been growing and growing.&amp;nbsp; They are talking up a storm.&amp;nbsp; I don't know what they are saying, but they are saying a lot.&amp;nbsp; They walk, and run, and LOVE to go through grass and fields.&amp;nbsp; They just turned 16 months old, and life is exciting and fun for them.&amp;nbsp; For us too!&amp;nbsp; Here are just a few shots from the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zbSmgRrY6dE/TqS1WMkPKsI/AAAAAAAABoY/P43XxwfcqXY/s1600/IMG_6694.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zbSmgRrY6dE/TqS1WMkPKsI/AAAAAAAABoY/P43XxwfcqXY/s640/IMG_6694.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UEBD6UMOKTE/TqS1XiGKfdI/AAAAAAAABog/5OSDmNQwmwg/s1600/IMG_6695.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hUDZB0T05CY/TqS1pU-oSOI/AAAAAAAABpw/7CL25SWM7cY/s400/IMG_6734.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-1079651991430730171?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/1079651991430730171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/10/lately.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/1079651991430730171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/1079651991430730171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/10/lately.html' title='Lately.....'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zbSmgRrY6dE/TqS1WMkPKsI/AAAAAAAABoY/P43XxwfcqXY/s72-c/IMG_6694.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-9168277029068000495</id><published>2011-09-18T16:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T16:06:15.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh how they grow....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;People are always commenting on how quickly Alex &amp;amp; Eliana are growing.&amp;nbsp; I look at them myself and think, "They look just like they did when we first held them!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's difficult for me to see the changes when I am with them day in and day out.&amp;nbsp; But every once in awhile, I step back, and see what is really happening to my tiny babies....they are growing.&amp;nbsp; They aren't so tiny anymore, and when I look at these pictures we took yesterday, I realize that they are getting so much bigger.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them are walking (Eliana started 3 months after Alex...she's her own woman, and nobody get her to walk but herself!).&amp;nbsp; They eat like little piglets, no matter what we put on their plates.&amp;nbsp; They talk all the time, but we still don't know what they are saying.&amp;nbsp; They are quite good at signing, "Please, Thank you, Milk, Banana, and I love you."&amp;nbsp; And as you can see in the pictures below, they LOVE being outside, and they are quite the little dare devils.&amp;nbsp; Oh how I love our babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SOjFJWJJhCo/TnZMC04FeUI/AAAAAAAABoA/8VmWEi27TAY/s1600/AE_001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SOjFJWJJhCo/TnZMC04FeUI/AAAAAAAABoA/8VmWEi27TAY/s640/AE_001.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We continue to be quite amused by our little comedian.&amp;nbsp; She's a laugh a second.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7tFAxEhFHh8/TnZMQQE7nOI/AAAAAAAABoE/piRFpQN5uU8/s1600/AE_002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7tFAxEhFHh8/TnZMQQE7nOI/AAAAAAAABoE/piRFpQN5uU8/s400/AE_002.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WK8sWZhWDOA/TnZMY00eUbI/AAAAAAAABoI/rT9mSACQDKI/s1600/AE_003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WK8sWZhWDOA/TnZMY00eUbI/AAAAAAAABoI/rT9mSACQDKI/s640/AE_003.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;First time on the slide, and she went for it over and over again.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I1BJ3OVIWRE/TnZMgSt1pqI/AAAAAAAABoM/pRcvw9vtH0I/s1600/AE_004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I1BJ3OVIWRE/TnZMgSt1pqI/AAAAAAAABoM/pRcvw9vtH0I/s640/AE_004.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex also loves the slide.&amp;nbsp; Isn't he nice and squeaky clean?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yvtfPXkoIxM/TnZMpE-sk1I/AAAAAAAABoQ/sMipEnEJY9s/s1600/AE_005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yvtfPXkoIxM/TnZMpE-sk1I/AAAAAAAABoQ/sMipEnEJY9s/s640/AE_005.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what happens when Mamma &amp;amp; Daddy don't catch them at the bottom of the slide.&amp;nbsp; Face plant.&amp;nbsp; That boys mouth is FULL of dirt.&amp;nbsp; I LOVE this picture!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iIRykF5R6Lc/TnZMu_yvBSI/AAAAAAAABoU/2JqJ_r_9ytQ/s1600/AE_006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iIRykF5R6Lc/TnZMu_yvBSI/AAAAAAAABoU/2JqJ_r_9ytQ/s400/AE_006.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;They love walking through the grass, especially with Daddy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1792103544"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1792103545"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-9168277029068000495?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/9168277029068000495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/09/oh-how-they-grow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/9168277029068000495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/9168277029068000495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/09/oh-how-they-grow.html' title='Oh how they grow....'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SOjFJWJJhCo/TnZMC04FeUI/AAAAAAAABoA/8VmWEi27TAY/s72-c/AE_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-7792837841529131470</id><published>2011-09-10T09:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T09:15:37.501-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='referralversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='referral day'/><title type='text'>A year ago we saw their faces...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A year ago yesterday, on September 9, 2010, we received the phone call of a lifetime.  The phone call that everyone going through adoption waits for.  The referral call.  It was everything I hoped it would be and more.  That is the day when we saw these beautiful faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iNhNm4Bm48E/TmtbdxLSESI/AAAAAAAABmo/Th4yQjpjIK8/s1600/Tizita%2B2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iNhNm4Bm48E/TmtbdxLSESI/AAAAAAAABmo/Th4yQjpjIK8/s400/Tizita%2B2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eliana Tizita&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mm8vZ17PzQI/TmtbjkRWF5I/AAAAAAAABmw/qGzj3eJzWqU/s1600/Mikiyas%2B4-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mm8vZ17PzQI/TmtbjkRWF5I/AAAAAAAABmw/qGzj3eJzWqU/s400/Mikiyas%2B4-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alexander Mikiyas&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I couldn't tell the difference between them.&amp;nbsp; I felt awful when I would go through their pictures (we got 7 pics for each of them that day), and I couldn't tell who was who.&amp;nbsp; When I look at them now, it is so obvious.&amp;nbsp; My how far we have come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never could have imagined the journey we had yet to endure once we received that call, but every little part of it was worth it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year later we are healthy and happy in our home here in Kentucky.  We are blessed beyond measure.&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pics of them now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNpiFLMXx0/TmtfMDS47iI/AAAAAAAABm0/olfPrAK1zCQ/s1600/photo+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4dNpiFLMXx0/TmtfMDS47iI/AAAAAAAABm0/olfPrAK1zCQ/s400/photo+1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Timeout.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3RlBvpQiRas/TmtfNIDXIAI/AAAAAAAABm4/5YTtuh6y6Qc/s1600/photo+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3RlBvpQiRas/TmtfNIDXIAI/AAAAAAAABm4/5YTtuh6y6Qc/s400/photo+2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miss T.&amp;nbsp; "I pity the fool."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k20UFEfDmPg/TmtfpBOnq5I/AAAAAAAABnE/gCN44JiEfxY/s1600/photo+1%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k20UFEfDmPg/TmtfpBOnq5I/AAAAAAAABnE/gCN44JiEfxY/s400/photo+1%25281%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex the cutey.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uH4F_WkFIr4/Tmtfs7E3FXI/AAAAAAAABnY/TAeCETN1GR4/s1600/photo+5%25281%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uH4F_WkFIr4/Tmtfs7E3FXI/AAAAAAAABnY/TAeCETN1GR4/s640/photo+5%25281%2529.JPG" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think they are SO cute at bath time.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_j2g7JWovrw/Tmtftm32DAI/AAAAAAAABnc/IeC420sfZn4/s1600/photo.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_j2g7JWovrw/Tmtftm32DAI/AAAAAAAABnc/IeC420sfZn4/s400/photo.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;They LOVE to comb their hair.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wJl-35lNWKE/TmtfsA9-uYI/AAAAAAAABnU/VdBTA95pOrY/s1600/photo+5.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wJl-35lNWKE/TmtfsA9-uYI/AAAAAAAABnU/VdBTA95pOrY/s400/photo+5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;When she first got her ears pierced (yesterday).&amp;nbsp; She's so proud.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Sn5z_YmzDk/TmtfqVBLh7I/AAAAAAAABnM/552osQNoNP4/s1600/photo+3%25281%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Sn5z_YmzDk/TmtfqVBLh7I/AAAAAAAABnM/552osQNoNP4/s400/photo+3%25281%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;That little turtle chair used to be Wes's.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YmWUJsBvrrc/TmtfNzds4UI/AAAAAAAABm8/NKF2M7TQ608/s1600/photo+3.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YmWUJsBvrrc/TmtfNzds4UI/AAAAAAAABm8/NKF2M7TQ608/s400/photo+3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once they go on, they stay on.&amp;nbsp; She loves sunglasses.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ovac-_7bQ_s/Tmtfpp3lQwI/AAAAAAAABnI/HLeTGrkvrSY/s1600/photo+2%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ovac-_7bQ_s/Tmtfpp3lQwI/AAAAAAAABnI/HLeTGrkvrSY/s400/photo+2%25281%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doctor Visit&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YmWUJsBvrrc/TmtfNzds4UI/AAAAAAAABm8/NKF2M7TQ608/s1600/photo+3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-914VARXTk6c/TmtfOtP4CcI/AAAAAAAABnA/8fI8n-ECcRw/s1600/photo+4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-914VARXTk6c/TmtfOtP4CcI/AAAAAAAABnA/8fI8n-ECcRw/s400/photo+4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Cause I am livin' in a material world, and I am a material girl...or boy." Oh my they are so 80's!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;When we first saw their pictures they weren't even 3 months old yet.&amp;nbsp; Today they are almost 15 months old.&amp;nbsp; Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for nostalgia's sake, here is our referral day video.&amp;nbsp; What an emotional day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wafCA2UARvg" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even imagine the adventures and dramas yet to come, but for now I  will cherish this baby time.&amp;nbsp; Mamma &amp;amp; Daddy love you, Alex &amp;amp;  Eliana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-7792837841529131470?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/7792837841529131470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/09/year-ago-we-saw-their-faces.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/7792837841529131470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/7792837841529131470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/09/year-ago-we-saw-their-faces.html' title='A year ago we saw their faces...'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iNhNm4Bm48E/TmtbdxLSESI/AAAAAAAABmo/Th4yQjpjIK8/s72-c/Tizita%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-2341169268939136098</id><published>2011-09-08T08:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T08:46:26.579-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love costs everything'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='persecution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aj hocchalter'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;So after all that has happened this past year, good and bad, I feel things stirring within me again.  I feel the power and utter importance of the Gospel, and it's need to be taken to all the nations.  I feel the need to &lt;i&gt;do &lt;/i&gt;something, not just &lt;i&gt;dream &lt;/i&gt;something. &amp;nbsp;I feel the need to take action, and not just talk about taking action. &amp;nbsp;When will we take ourselves beyond just talking about what we want to do for the Kingdom, and actually start &lt;i&gt;doing&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;them? &amp;nbsp;Oh Lord take us beyond ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trailer below is just one sampling of what others around the world are sacrificing for their faith in Christ. &amp;nbsp;It is about the persecution of Christians around the world. &amp;nbsp;You'll even see Francis Chan in this trailer for a second. &amp;nbsp;My friend has been a part of writing the original score for it (from what I've heard so far, is beautiful!). &amp;nbsp;Check it out, and see what it stirs up within you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="375" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/23592773?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="550"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/23592773"&gt;"Love Costs Every Thing" Trailer&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/ciymove"&gt;CIY Move&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-2341169268939136098?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/2341169268939136098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/09/so-after-all-that-has-happened-this.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/2341169268939136098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/2341169268939136098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/09/so-after-all-that-has-happened-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-3593875521033849911</id><published>2011-08-28T18:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T18:29:35.583-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eliana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first steps'/><title type='text'>Eliana's first steps....</title><content type='html'>It finally happened!  Eliana took her first steps today!  Woohoo!  No matter how much we tried to coax her, she is a fully independent little girl, and she wanted to do it on her own time.  So today, she took one step to get to the couch from the pillow on the floor, so a little while later, I took this video, and this time she didn't mind a little coaxing.  Sorry about my screechy voice in the background.  I was quite excited!  Our babies are growing up so fast!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EtUE0SxjDVk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-3593875521033849911?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/3593875521033849911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/08/elianas-first-steps.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/3593875521033849911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/3593875521033849911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/08/elianas-first-steps.html' title='Eliana&apos;s first steps....'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/EtUE0SxjDVk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-9207288227254539580</id><published>2011-08-11T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T11:01:08.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4 months ago...</title><content type='html'>I can't believe we left Ethiopia exactly 4 months ago.  That blows my mind.  I feel like it was an eternity ago.  And while we were there, it felt like an eternity (does 3 months count as an eternity?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, time seems to have flown by, and here we are on August 11.  In two days Alex &amp; Eliana will be 14 months old.  Wow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went from having no interaction at the orphanage, to being inseparable here in the States.  They get into fun and trouble together all the time.  Then they get themselves into predicaments that they can't get out of.  Eliana seems to enjoy the "face to face" time with Alex.  Alex doesn't seem to like it as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/y7FhNULjzWA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-9207288227254539580?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/9207288227254539580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/08/4-months-ago.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/9207288227254539580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/9207288227254539580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/08/4-months-ago.html' title='4 months ago...'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/y7FhNULjzWA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-8921561233058361780</id><published>2011-08-07T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T21:30:47.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brother/Sister Affection...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Okay, so I've been horrible with blogging since we've been back home.&amp;nbsp; Honestly, it's hard to know what to say at times.&amp;nbsp; You realize the journey is not quite as exciting to others once you are home with your children, and it kind of makes you feel a little sad.&amp;nbsp; Well, at the very least, I'll give you a little taste of what is happening with Alex &amp;amp; Eliana.&amp;nbsp; Here's a little video to whet your appetite.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xNuENE_ITH0" width="550"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-8921561233058361780?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/8921561233058361780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/08/brothersister-affection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/8921561233058361780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/8921561233058361780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/08/brothersister-affection.html' title='Brother/Sister Affection...'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xNuENE_ITH0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-1773460396709580819</id><published>2011-07-19T10:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T10:38:24.871-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='american embassy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='u.s. embassy'/><title type='text'>A word about the U.S. Embassy in Ethiopia....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So this is a big hot topic for me.&amp;nbsp; And over the last couple of months, I have received emails from several families asking about communication with the U.S. Embassy in Addis Ababa.&amp;nbsp; The biggest question I have gotten is, "Is it okay to contact the U.S. Embassy?"&amp;nbsp; Ummmm...here comes the answer....Are you ready?....a BIG.....RESOUNDING.....YES!!!&amp;nbsp; But let's talk about why this is such a common question.&amp;nbsp; I mean, you would think it would be obvious that American citizens can contact their own embassy.&amp;nbsp; Our tax dollars pay for these embassies, don't they?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vO_TPMMqzC8/TiWR4rAUGVI/AAAAAAAABmg/iZIDpWljSnA/s1600/american-flag-wallpaper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vO_TPMMqzC8/TiWR4rAUGVI/AAAAAAAABmg/iZIDpWljSnA/s400/american-flag-wallpaper.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here's the deal.&amp;nbsp; There are a lot of agencies that tell their clients not to contact the embassy while going through their adoption.&amp;nbsp; While I could speculate about the different reasons agencies tell their clients this, I'm not going to do that right now on a public forum.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Most of you know that Wes and I ended up staying in Ethiopia for three months.&amp;nbsp; There are several reasons for that long stay, and many long stories to tell, but we are not quite ready to share that yet either.&amp;nbsp; It left us deeply wounded, and we are still trying to heal from much of that experience.&amp;nbsp; But at the end of that long 3 months was the U.S. Embassy.&amp;nbsp; In the end, we finally decided to contact the embassy ourselves, and we are SO thankful that we did.&amp;nbsp; We are SO thankful we spoke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here is part of an email from the embassy in response to an email our agency sent to them.&amp;nbsp; The embassy cc'd us in the email, so we also received it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: #1f497d;"&gt;We encourage the families to contact us with any questions they may have regarding their paperwork, the status of their cases or any other questions regarding their adoption. Our email address is posted on the U.S. government website &lt;a href="http://www.adoption.state.gov/"&gt;www.adoption.state.gov&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1f497d;"&gt;If the agency and the embassy work together we may be able to help them to get home sooner than later. Our goal is to assist all of the adoptive families to the best of our capability in this very emotional journey."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;There you have it from the horse's mouth.&amp;nbsp; It is VERY okay to contact the embassy.&amp;nbsp; Of course there is nothing you can do until your paperwork is submitted to the embassy, but once it is, if you email them, they usually respond within 24-48 hours.&amp;nbsp; Many parents just want to know the status of their case, and that's okay!&amp;nbsp; Many parents want to know when the soonest possible interview after clearance would be, and that's okay!&amp;nbsp; Many parents want to make sure that what their agency is telling them, lines up with what the embassy is telling them, and that's okay!&amp;nbsp; This is all okay, because your child/children come first, and it is okay to be eager to bring them home.&amp;nbsp; It's okay!&amp;nbsp; Did I mention that it's okay?&amp;nbsp; ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;During our final week in Addis Ababa in April of 2011, we physically went to the embassy ourselves for the first time.&amp;nbsp; We were so nervous, because we had no appointment, and we had been told by certain individuals that it was not okay to go there.&amp;nbsp; But we were desperate, given the fact that a government shutdown was looking very possible, which would mean we could be stuck in Ethiopia for several more weeks until they reopened.&amp;nbsp; We were not okay with is.&amp;nbsp; We were going to do everything in our power to get our family home.&amp;nbsp; When we finished speaking with the wonderful man at the embassy, I asked him one more question before we walked out the door.&amp;nbsp; "Is it okay that we came to see you without an appointment?"&amp;nbsp; His response went like this:&amp;nbsp; "Yes, we encourage any American citizens to come see us with any questions they may have.&amp;nbsp; That is what we are here for."&amp;nbsp; I cannot tell you how relieved he made Wes and I feel, because we did not want to be trouble makers, and we did not want to be disrespectful of the process.&amp;nbsp; His words were like music to our ears.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I hope this post helps and doesn't hurt.&amp;nbsp; I hope it encourages any adoptive parents who have questions to feel free to contact the U.S. embassy in any country they are adopting from.&amp;nbsp; I want to reiterate that there is not much the embassy can do for you until they have your paperwork in hand, but once they do, they will tell you what they can.&amp;nbsp; And if you aren't sure that they have your paperwork, just email them and ask them.&amp;nbsp; If they have your names and your child's name, and the agency you are with, they will be able to look you up in their system.&amp;nbsp; I would encourage you to be very respectful and understanding in any email you send to the embassy, though. &amp;nbsp; I know that probably goes without saying, but I'm saying it none-the-less!&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; They work very hard there, and it is important to treat them accordingly.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Here is the email for the American embassy in Addis Ababa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1f497d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:consadoptionaddis@state.gov"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;consadoptionaddis@state.gov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;And here is the U.S. government website on Ethiopia which also has their contact information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://adoption.state.gov/country_information/country_specific_info.php?country-select=ethiopia"&gt;http://adoption.state.gov/country_information/country_specific_info.php?country-select=ethiopia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-1773460396709580819?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/1773460396709580819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/07/word-about-us-embassy-in-ethiopia.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/1773460396709580819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/1773460396709580819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/07/word-about-us-embassy-in-ethiopia.html' title='A word about the U.S. Embassy in Ethiopia....'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vO_TPMMqzC8/TiWR4rAUGVI/AAAAAAAABmg/iZIDpWljSnA/s72-c/american-flag-wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-9199081319766240058</id><published>2011-07-04T21:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T07:44:17.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last of the Holiday Weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Okay, so here is the last of the holiday weekend posts.  Wes and I and A&amp;amp;E got to travel down to South Carolina, and spend a little time at my parents' house on the lake.  My brother and his family were also there, and A&amp;amp;E had a blast with them.  I never thought that my nephews would be so great with Alex &amp;amp; Eliana.  They were awesome!  Alex and Eliana LOVED their cousins.  It was a sweet time.  I look at these pictures, and I am constantly in awe of the fact that these are my children.  Alex and Eliana are my son and daughter.  And 3 months ago, we were in Ethiopia, just hoping that we would be coming home soon.  It's amazing how much can change in so short a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nIsoPhBQXJA/ThJcgBqoDTI/AAAAAAAABlo/NSMRkjKsJl4/s1600/IMG_5110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nIsoPhBQXJA/ThJcgBqoDTI/AAAAAAAABlo/NSMRkjKsJl4/s640/IMG_5110.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the look she gave me after I told her not to pull on Bestemor's flowers.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7QJd9fYSp4c/ThJcjk6Tt_I/AAAAAAAABls/72I6jWJZ8L0/s1600/IMG_5112.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7QJd9fYSp4c/ThJcjk6Tt_I/AAAAAAAABls/72I6jWJZ8L0/s640/IMG_5112.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy &amp;amp; Son.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WEZCFsOh7T8/ThJcm2V7tEI/AAAAAAAABlw/QFkvxeapf7M/s1600/IMG_5118.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WEZCFsOh7T8/ThJcm2V7tEI/AAAAAAAABlw/QFkvxeapf7M/s400/IMG_5118.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adam, A&amp;amp;E, and Evan.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QXBhjnuUehY/ThJcrBgMlcI/AAAAAAAABl0/iyZctFYbie0/s1600/IMG_5119.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QXBhjnuUehY/ThJcrBgMlcI/AAAAAAAABl0/iyZctFYbie0/s640/IMG_5119.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Corn hole.&amp;nbsp; My brother, Rune, could not beat Wes, no matter how hard he tried.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QGptR08y_cE/ThJcuA-FBYI/AAAAAAAABl4/J4tfw_IAB0k/s1600/IMG_5123.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QGptR08y_cE/ThJcuA-FBYI/AAAAAAAABl4/J4tfw_IAB0k/s640/IMG_5123.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This and the next 3 pics demonstrate the many faces of Eliana.&amp;nbsp; The girl is a ham!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fJFChCg611E/ThJcxVZawvI/AAAAAAAABl8/SaqHQjpV1Qk/s1600/IMG_5124.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fJFChCg611E/ThJcxVZawvI/AAAAAAAABl8/SaqHQjpV1Qk/s640/IMG_5124.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uqgtvcZinTo/ThJc0BONvFI/AAAAAAAABmA/LSMenxygek0/s1600/IMG_5125.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uqgtvcZinTo/ThJc0BONvFI/AAAAAAAABmA/LSMenxygek0/s640/IMG_5125.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GVQXzRTZgx0/ThJc2oQAdtI/AAAAAAAABmE/z-WgfaFF5OY/s1600/IMG_5127.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GVQXzRTZgx0/ThJc2oQAdtI/AAAAAAAABmE/z-WgfaFF5OY/s400/IMG_5127.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pcyWo3TKsUE/ThJc5pItEzI/AAAAAAAABmI/c3KhC-LZDhU/s1600/IMG_5128.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pcyWo3TKsUE/ThJc5pItEzI/AAAAAAAABmI/c3KhC-LZDhU/s400/IMG_5128.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Handsome Evan.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lccM9cwOVug/ThJc8k0d2pI/AAAAAAAABmM/xQAFWT4ra0w/s1600/IMG_5129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lccM9cwOVug/ThJc8k0d2pI/AAAAAAAABmM/xQAFWT4ra0w/s640/IMG_5129.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eliana LOVED being held by Evan.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wX-iQ-Rt3D0/ThJc_l7eS3I/AAAAAAAABmQ/bMbYm9oA6UE/s1600/IMG_5133.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wX-iQ-Rt3D0/ThJc_l7eS3I/AAAAAAAABmQ/bMbYm9oA6UE/s640/IMG_5133.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tyler was so good with Alex.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uAjVE_Jxzu0/ThJdC25eiwI/AAAAAAAABmU/lZ8rWpHmjrQ/s1600/IMG_5137.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uAjVE_Jxzu0/ThJdC25eiwI/AAAAAAAABmU/lZ8rWpHmjrQ/s640/IMG_5137.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LsOcZ5kguco/ThJdGayV3OI/AAAAAAAABmY/rb1wAAUTC8g/s1600/IMG_5141.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LsOcZ5kguco/ThJdGayV3OI/AAAAAAAABmY/rb1wAAUTC8g/s400/IMG_5141.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bY4mOl_Hkf8/ThJdK9e9IbI/AAAAAAAABmc/9YVYoNnw-Ho/s1600/IMG_5143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bY4mOl_Hkf8/ThJdK9e9IbI/AAAAAAAABmc/9YVYoNnw-Ho/s400/IMG_5143.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Entire family.&amp;nbsp; We are just missing my oldest brother and his family, who are currently in Ethiopia, waiting to complete the adoption of their twins.&amp;nbsp; We miss you guys!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-9199081319766240058?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/9199081319766240058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/07/okay-so-here-is-last-of-holiday-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/9199081319766240058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/9199081319766240058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/07/okay-so-here-is-last-of-holiday-weekend.html' title='Last of the Holiday Weekend...'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nIsoPhBQXJA/ThJcgBqoDTI/AAAAAAAABlo/NSMRkjKsJl4/s72-c/IMG_5110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-8021366423140937953</id><published>2011-07-04T13:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T13:02:02.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Haircuts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;So it was a little scary to think of our little boy getting his first haircut, but we were confident this was the right thing to do.&amp;nbsp; The hair on the sides of his head was starting to look a big haggard, so we decided it was time to take the plunge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Sharkey's Cuts down in South Carolina, which is geared toward kids (as is made obvious by the car Alex is sitting in).&amp;nbsp; Alex LOVED it there.&amp;nbsp; He got to honk the horn while they cut his hair, and he had a blast looking at himself in the mirror.&amp;nbsp; They did a fantastic job, and we were so proud of how well he did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w0ssDa2tUbI/ThB0EdjGKqI/AAAAAAAABkM/dEA6NxdGEi4/s1600/IMG_5069.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w0ssDa2tUbI/ThB0EdjGKqI/AAAAAAAABkM/dEA6NxdGEi4/s400/IMG_5069.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ww6iOsFgpoM/ThB0FA_F0WI/AAAAAAAABkQ/IWgmUE23guQ/s1600/IMG_5074.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ww6iOsFgpoM/ThB0FA_F0WI/AAAAAAAABkQ/IWgmUE23guQ/s640/IMG_5074.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eaPAtLPqxsA/ThB0GcLkImI/AAAAAAAABkU/IgYk28kbwSc/s1600/IMG_5079.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eaPAtLPqxsA/ThB0GcLkImI/AAAAAAAABkU/IgYk28kbwSc/s400/IMG_5079.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It will be a while until Eliana gets her first haircut, but she still got some time in the Barbie car, which she also loved.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LVPRPbX9-bw/ThB0Hf3eQdI/AAAAAAAABkY/ibHOwdKgJ60/s1600/IMG_5081.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LVPRPbX9-bw/ThB0Hf3eQdI/AAAAAAAABkY/ibHOwdKgJ60/s640/IMG_5081.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z26TMaRBPuA/ThB0IiwVbII/AAAAAAAABkc/3w0-3nXpRK8/s1600/IMG_5083.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z26TMaRBPuA/ThB0IiwVbII/AAAAAAAABkc/3w0-3nXpRK8/s640/IMG_5083.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at all that hair!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GGZhMQH5XMw/ThB0JojXf-I/AAAAAAAABkg/3HdJYd1MeoM/s1600/IMG_5086.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GGZhMQH5XMw/ThB0JojXf-I/AAAAAAAABkg/3HdJYd1MeoM/s640/IMG_5086.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cT6ubb4NXeQ/ThB0KsFvgTI/AAAAAAAABkk/65idtORY9UY/s1600/IMG_5092.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cT6ubb4NXeQ/ThB0KsFvgTI/AAAAAAAABkk/65idtORY9UY/s640/IMG_5092.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We think he looks like a Who from Whoville here.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zw8Fxkmu4wQ/ThB0Lok8kJI/AAAAAAAABko/0DNiFSBeNOM/s1600/IMG_5097.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zw8Fxkmu4wQ/ThB0Lok8kJI/AAAAAAAABko/0DNiFSBeNOM/s640/IMG_5097.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SIpsI5MSC6M/ThB0MupvyXI/AAAAAAAABks/hgZHnAQGk4Y/s1600/IMG_5099.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SIpsI5MSC6M/ThB0MupvyXI/AAAAAAAABks/hgZHnAQGk4Y/s400/IMG_5099.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Proud Parents.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-8021366423140937953?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/8021366423140937953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/07/first-haircuts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/8021366423140937953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/8021366423140937953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/07/first-haircuts.html' title='First Haircuts...'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w0ssDa2tUbI/ThB0EdjGKqI/AAAAAAAABkM/dEA6NxdGEi4/s72-c/IMG_5069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-5493936999663222584</id><published>2011-07-03T09:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T09:45:16.025-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Kind of Meetcha Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Okay, so maybe I have slacked a little in the blog department, but we are in the peak of wedding season, and being a full time stay-at-home mom, and a full time work-from-home mom has taken a bit of precedence.&amp;nbsp; But we are all well and happy in the Mullins home, and currently spending the 4th of July weekend down in South Carolina with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until this weekend, the only part of my immediate family that had met Alex &amp;amp; Eliana were my parents.&amp;nbsp; I have two brothers who live in New York and Oregon, so needless to say, we don't get to see each other too often.&amp;nbsp; My one brother, Erik, is currently in Ethiopia with his wife and children, waiting to complete the adoption of their newest additions, Haakon &amp;amp; Nyah (their 9 month old boy and girl!).&amp;nbsp; My other brother, Rune, and his wife Kerrie, and three boys, Evan, Tyler, and Adam, are here in South Carolina.&amp;nbsp; On Friday, they met Alex and Eliana for the first time, and it was a sweet little meetcha day for the Williams Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k2tUz7tU-9E/ThBsBG-scNI/AAAAAAAABjQ/0MPtOKORRcs/s1600/IMG_5032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k2tUz7tU-9E/ThBsBG-scNI/AAAAAAAABjQ/0MPtOKORRcs/s640/IMG_5032.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GDVoCRq7KgE/ThBsCfDsWfI/AAAAAAAABjU/w-I-WGxqSbo/s1600/IMG_5033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GDVoCRq7KgE/ThBsCfDsWfI/AAAAAAAABjU/w-I-WGxqSbo/s640/IMG_5033.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OuLEq5XOpY/ThBsDbSUa3I/AAAAAAAABjY/qeefDD1QGPk/s1600/IMG_5037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OuLEq5XOpY/ThBsDbSUa3I/AAAAAAAABjY/qeefDD1QGPk/s400/IMG_5037.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yup, I still love to show off my "mean" face!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Yl1GZ1MRjo/ThBsD2Fp8XI/AAAAAAAABjc/BXFc9OX97sg/s400/IMG_5039.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone was a little shy at first....&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pc86aeJk1HI/ThBsEj0U2FI/AAAAAAAABjg/8A0lo54ikG8/s400/IMG_5041.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tyler was the first one to brave coming into the room.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_S3EGb4x8sc/ThBsF6Y0FfI/AAAAAAAABjk/HWZ3hHeoqUM/s1600/IMG_5043.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_S3EGb4x8sc/ThBsF6Y0FfI/AAAAAAAABjk/HWZ3hHeoqUM/s400/IMG_5043.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PKftaRvWm4s/ThBsGr1B-fI/AAAAAAAABjo/oiiHRdXRYtA/s1600/IMG_5045.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PKftaRvWm4s/ThBsGr1B-fI/AAAAAAAABjo/oiiHRdXRYtA/s400/IMG_5045.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eventually they all made it in, and just stared at Alex and Eliana, and A&amp;amp;E stared back.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBOQez-Epoo/ThBsIUS2-9I/AAAAAAAABjw/PmABhOX5-6M/s1600/IMG_5050.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBOQez-Epoo/ThBsIUS2-9I/AAAAAAAABjw/PmABhOX5-6M/s640/IMG_5050.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tante Kerrie &amp;amp; Eliana&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GraE1HHtZ20/ThBsJZqMHOI/AAAAAAAABj0/vCG4DPiFURg/s1600/IMG_5054.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GraE1HHtZ20/ThBsJZqMHOI/AAAAAAAABj0/vCG4DPiFURg/s640/IMG_5054.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OfGUbu6lhQM/ThBsKqUpigI/AAAAAAAABj4/-BHaPKFtc38/s1600/IMG_5055.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OfGUbu6lhQM/ThBsKqUpigI/AAAAAAAABj4/-BHaPKFtc38/s400/IMG_5055.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9J7XPbQ3aA/ThBsOnGobBI/AAAAAAAABkI/Mm8u71YhOV0/s1600/IMG_5066.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9J7XPbQ3aA/ThBsOnGobBI/AAAAAAAABkI/Mm8u71YhOV0/s400/IMG_5066.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KM1dUOinq70/ThBsNpJ16II/AAAAAAAABkE/b34vjoZslxw/s1600/IMG_5064.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KM1dUOinq70/ThBsNpJ16II/AAAAAAAABkE/b34vjoZslxw/s400/IMG_5064.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex is making his cousins laugh with that face again.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XYIwVhiwNXk/ThBsMf7AkDI/AAAAAAAABkA/2Pr5at4EaXM/s1600/IMG_5059.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XYIwVhiwNXk/ThBsMf7AkDI/AAAAAAAABkA/2Pr5at4EaXM/s640/IMG_5059.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet moments with Tante Kerrie.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4RvjePZI5so/ThBsHghwqsI/AAAAAAAABjs/0j1mWw7Yhpw/s1600/IMG_5048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4RvjePZI5so/ThBsHghwqsI/AAAAAAAABjs/0j1mWw7Yhpw/s400/IMG_5048.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zWoerhF1cAg/ThBsLQELR4I/AAAAAAAABj8/c90EpWRGcns/s1600/IMG_5058.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zWoerhF1cAg/ThBsLQELR4I/AAAAAAAABj8/c90EpWRGcns/s640/IMG_5058.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eliana wasn't sure what to think about her Onkel Rune.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBOQez-Epoo/ThBsIUS2-9I/AAAAAAAABjw/PmABhOX5-6M/s1600/IMG_5050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GraE1HHtZ20/ThBsJZqMHOI/AAAAAAAABj0/vCG4DPiFURg/s1600/IMG_5054.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OfGUbu6lhQM/ThBsKqUpigI/AAAAAAAABj4/-BHaPKFtc38/s1600/IMG_5055.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PKftaRvWm4s/ThBsGr1B-fI/AAAAAAAABjo/oiiHRdXRYtA/s1600/IMG_5045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_S3EGb4x8sc/ThBsF6Y0FfI/AAAAAAAABjk/HWZ3hHeoqUM/s1600/IMG_5043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pc86aeJk1HI/ThBsEj0U2FI/AAAAAAAABjg/8A0lo54ikG8/s1600/IMG_5041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-5493936999663222584?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/5493936999663222584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/07/another-kind-of-meetcha-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/5493936999663222584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/5493936999663222584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/07/another-kind-of-meetcha-day.html' title='Another Kind of Meetcha Day...'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k2tUz7tU-9E/ThBsBG-scNI/AAAAAAAABjQ/0MPtOKORRcs/s72-c/IMG_5032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-134555526006189594</id><published>2011-06-13T17:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T17:27:14.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st Birthday and Never Before Seen Footage!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Sounds like the title of a tabloid, right?&amp;nbsp; I just wanted to get your attention.&amp;nbsp; But it IS true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today on the blog, for the first time, you will get to see the first pictures we saw of our babies.&amp;nbsp; On September 9, 2010, we saw their faces for the first time.&amp;nbsp; I can hardly believe 9 months have already gone by since that first phone call.&amp;nbsp; It seems like yesterday, and yet it seems like 5 years ago at the same time.&amp;nbsp; So enjoy the plethora of pics and video we received before we ever got to Ethiopia.&amp;nbsp; There is no way to describe what treasures these pictures and videos are to a parent who is waiting to meet their little one for the first time.&amp;nbsp; We clung to these little treasures, and could not WAIT for the day when we saw those little faces for the first time in person.&amp;nbsp; On January 15th, 2011, we finally saw those precious babies face to face.&amp;nbsp; And today is their first birthday.&amp;nbsp; I can't believe it!&amp;nbsp; Enjoy the journey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OscJzzOZAfk/TfY_GBhEqAI/AAAAAAAABgg/aUmMKLao2n8/s1600/Mikiyas+4-1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OscJzzOZAfk/TfY_GBhEqAI/AAAAAAAABgg/aUmMKLao2n8/s400/Mikiyas+4-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alexander, August 2010&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sMbk2tZl6A4/TfZAA2WMvKI/AAAAAAAABhE/5oueGjUepZI/s1600/Mikiyas+1.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sMbk2tZl6A4/TfZAA2WMvKI/AAAAAAAABhE/5oueGjUepZI/s400/Mikiyas+1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alexander, August 2010&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lAYy7o3smAU/TfZBxQQB62I/AAAAAAAABh0/riUQoOd7S6k/s1600/Miky+%2526+Tize+24th+Dec%252C2010.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j00jTm1VllI/TfY_uNp-8NI/AAAAAAAABgw/o39y4DnaB3o/s1600/Tizita+2.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j00jTm1VllI/TfY_uNp-8NI/AAAAAAAABgw/o39y4DnaB3o/s400/Tizita+2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eliana, August 2010&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nHDoubZbezw/TfY_cJvDhQI/AAAAAAAABgk/F3llNXXZmTk/s1600/Tizita+1.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nHDoubZbezw/TfY_cJvDhQI/AAAAAAAABgk/F3llNXXZmTk/s400/Tizita+1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eliana, August 2010&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j00jTm1VllI/TfY_uNp-8NI/AAAAAAAABgw/o39y4DnaB3o/s1600/Tizita+2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gyCNRqvt4jM/TfZAxBtj6CI/AAAAAAAABhk/oz7Y9Z1PD4U/s1600/Tizita+%2526+Mikias.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gyCNRqvt4jM/TfZAxBtj6CI/AAAAAAAABhk/oz7Y9Z1PD4U/s400/Tizita+%2526+Mikias.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;September 2010&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JU8zBOfFDUI/TfZAyCekZQI/AAAAAAAABho/9yy2G9ojg1A/s1600/MT_1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JU8zBOfFDUI/TfZAyCekZQI/AAAAAAAABho/9yy2G9ojg1A/s400/MT_1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;October 2010&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oPj4iUUoiq4/TfZ4bqHl79I/AAAAAAAABiM/qg5G7kplxa4/s1600/Mikiyas+%2526+Tizita+Oct+21+2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oPj4iUUoiq4/TfZ4bqHl79I/AAAAAAAABiM/qg5G7kplxa4/s400/Mikiyas+%2526+Tizita+Oct+21+2010.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;October 2010&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YuWjTW0grE8/TfZABc6x_HI/AAAAAAAABhI/Exer0Vg_cdE/s1600/Mikiyas+2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VgRjlHRU46A/TfZBwxAYvBI/AAAAAAAABhw/76IPG01UO5s/s1600/mikiyas+%2526+Tizita24.Nov+2010.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VgRjlHRU46A/TfZBwxAYvBI/AAAAAAAABhw/76IPG01UO5s/s400/mikiyas+%2526+Tizita24.Nov+2010.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;November 2010&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lAYy7o3smAU/TfZBxQQB62I/AAAAAAAABh0/riUQoOd7S6k/s1600/Miky+%2526+Tize+24th+Dec%252C2010.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lAYy7o3smAU/TfZBxQQB62I/AAAAAAAABh0/riUQoOd7S6k/s400/Miky+%2526+Tize+24th+Dec%252C2010.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;December 2010&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cfGvUZ71hM8/TfZ4JO7HFLI/AAAAAAAABiI/oBVAOEr9yvg/s1600/Mikiyas+%2526Tizita+3rd+Jan+2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cfGvUZ71hM8/TfZ4JO7HFLI/AAAAAAAABiI/oBVAOEr9yvg/s400/Mikiyas+%2526Tizita+3rd+Jan+2011.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;January 2011&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Cherrie Cornish made us this amazing video while we waited to go to Ethiopia!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She, along with our favorite Berhanu (from Project 61) got to hold them and love on them.&amp;nbsp; I cannot even tell you how I cried through this video the first time I saw it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, here are a few shots of the twins' first birthday party that we had yesterday.&amp;nbsp; Wow.&amp;nbsp; Talk about chaos!&amp;nbsp; Kids everywhere.&amp;nbsp; Adults everywhere.&amp;nbsp; Food.&amp;nbsp; Dogs.&amp;nbsp; Toys.&amp;nbsp; Chaos.&amp;nbsp; But it was so great to have everyone there to celebrate with us.&amp;nbsp; And yes, they got their first taste of cake yesterday.&amp;nbsp; Ummmm....they are fans, to say the least.&amp;nbsp; It was a little disconcerting, though, when they both started getting random shakes while eating their cakes....sugar high, perhaps?&amp;nbsp; They were seriously giddy on sugar!&amp;nbsp; And I think we can all tell from the pictures who the messiest eater is.&amp;nbsp; As soon as Eliana saw Wes come to take the rest of the cake away, she started smashing it all over the tray.&amp;nbsp; It was hilarious!&amp;nbsp; And both of them were stuffing both hands full of cake, and shoveling it into their mouths.&amp;nbsp; Once we got them to bed, they slept for 11 hours straight.&amp;nbsp; It was a great night for all!&amp;nbsp; Happy Birthday, precious babies!&amp;nbsp; We love you SOOOOOO much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nHVmsqPMpWc/TfZ7rmhJeCI/AAAAAAAABjM/I0KjcUrrgCY/s1600/IMG_1117-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nHVmsqPMpWc/TfZ7rmhJeCI/AAAAAAAABjM/I0KjcUrrgCY/s400/IMG_1117-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a sampling of the many people that came.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nc_U1hrDXZs/TfZ6tOpSpXI/AAAAAAAABiQ/uDQWKiypWAA/s1600/IMG_1052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nc_U1hrDXZs/TfZ6tOpSpXI/AAAAAAAABiQ/uDQWKiypWAA/s640/IMG_1052.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex has no patience when it comes to food.&amp;nbsp; See that look of anxiety on his face?&amp;nbsp; Yeah, he needs the food to be in his belly yesterday.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gq59KCqN3Qs/TfZ6zhm2UyI/AAAAAAAABiY/YKqqgKTgaE8/s1600/IMG_1061.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gq59KCqN3Qs/TfZ6zhm2UyI/AAAAAAAABiY/YKqqgKTgaE8/s640/IMG_1061.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eliana's hands were immediately lodged into that cake.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BzuYh9Bqp9c/TfZ635YhzMI/AAAAAAAABic/V7JPR0xidRE/s1600/IMG_1066-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BzuYh9Bqp9c/TfZ635YhzMI/AAAAAAAABic/V7JPR0xidRE/s400/IMG_1066-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hI_tqzmeumo/TfZ7BM10YcI/AAAAAAAABig/8uftF3Fi51I/s1600/IMG_1071-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hI_tqzmeumo/TfZ7BM10YcI/AAAAAAAABig/8uftF3Fi51I/s400/IMG_1071-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iaFmxagw4Z4/TfZ7EYyplcI/AAAAAAAABik/00vZwfUXRw4/s1600/IMG_1078-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iaFmxagw4Z4/TfZ7EYyplcI/AAAAAAAABik/00vZwfUXRw4/s400/IMG_1078-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wt_SlY7hMy8/TfZ7GvmlKRI/AAAAAAAABio/XTfWlxVtnfY/s1600/IMG_1082-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wt_SlY7hMy8/TfZ7GvmlKRI/AAAAAAAABio/XTfWlxVtnfY/s400/IMG_1082-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I bet Eliana's thinking, "Hmmm...how can I get some of &lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt; cake too?"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cXb8Wn2hQf4/TfZ7LW6494I/AAAAAAAABis/Tyng3jbAaKk/s1600/IMG_1086-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cXb8Wn2hQf4/TfZ7LW6494I/AAAAAAAABis/Tyng3jbAaKk/s400/IMG_1086-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I like to make artwork with my cake."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kt15o9NqdHI/TfZ7S3NV44I/AAAAAAAABiw/oUaWcGuZeOg/s1600/IMG_1088-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kt15o9NqdHI/TfZ7S3NV44I/AAAAAAAABiw/oUaWcGuZeOg/s400/IMG_1088-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex:&amp;nbsp; "Ummm...Eliana...you have something on your face."&amp;nbsp; Eliana:&amp;nbsp; "Ummmm...why haven't you eaten all your crumbs yet, Alex?"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--M-OYtaM__k/TfZ7aAuV16I/AAAAAAAABi0/qfeYwsbByHU/s1600/IMG_1090-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--M-OYtaM__k/TfZ7aAuV16I/AAAAAAAABi0/qfeYwsbByHU/s400/IMG_1090-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I rule."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c-_M1V94MAk/TfZ7iUUpjqI/AAAAAAAABi4/Ik36lgEr_Ig/s1600/IMG_1092-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c-_M1V94MAk/TfZ7iUUpjqI/AAAAAAAABi4/Ik36lgEr_Ig/s400/IMG_1092-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Want some?"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xL7PKeKwBmk/TfZ7j82bemI/AAAAAAAABi8/ZnezD1A9gQA/s1600/IMG_1097-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xL7PKeKwBmk/TfZ7j82bemI/AAAAAAAABi8/ZnezD1A9gQA/s400/IMG_1097-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"We don't really know what do do with these big bulky items called 'presents', but we'll eat some of those puffs."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yZ33UpPKMX0/TfZ7ljILJxI/AAAAAAAABjA/Bn3cdM5Akuo/s1600/IMG_1101-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yZ33UpPKMX0/TfZ7ljILJxI/AAAAAAAABjA/Bn3cdM5Akuo/s400/IMG_1101-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vRBHF9ggaQ8/TfZ7nXdt09I/AAAAAAAABjE/wopjQp7RAtk/s1600/IMG_1103-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vRBHF9ggaQ8/TfZ7nXdt09I/AAAAAAAABjE/wopjQp7RAtk/s400/IMG_1103-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qGh8LXnT-lI/TfZ7ph2siDI/AAAAAAAABjI/ld7jHOBkmuQ/s1600/IMG_1115-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qGh8LXnT-lI/TfZ7ph2siDI/AAAAAAAABjI/ld7jHOBkmuQ/s400/IMG_1115-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I will rule you, Abacus."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nHVmsqPMpWc/TfZ7rmhJeCI/AAAAAAAABjM/I0KjcUrrgCY/s1600/IMG_1117-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-134555526006189594?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/134555526006189594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-1st-birthday-and-never-before.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/134555526006189594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/134555526006189594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-1st-birthday-and-never-before.html' title='Happy 1st Birthday and Never Before Seen Footage!!!'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OscJzzOZAfk/TfY_GBhEqAI/AAAAAAAABgg/aUmMKLao2n8/s72-c/Mikiyas+4-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-6775158823571672770</id><published>2011-06-06T14:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T14:21:29.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First steps....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Okay, so maybe I have already posted this on facebook and sent it via text messages and emails, but seriously, I am just way too excited about this to not post it on the blog.&amp;nbsp; I know what you're thinking....What could be so monumental?&amp;nbsp; Well, it's not really monumental to anyone but the members of this family.&amp;nbsp; Alex started walking a couple of days ago, and today he took more than just a couple of steps.&amp;nbsp; SO exciting!&amp;nbsp; I can't believe how emotional I got about it.&amp;nbsp; I must love these kiddos or something.&amp;nbsp; ;)&amp;nbsp; Eliana should get really motivated now.&amp;nbsp; She doesn't want her brother to out-do her. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/79X_sfsL7_I" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-6775158823571672770?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/6775158823571672770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/06/first-steps.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/6775158823571672770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/6775158823571672770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/06/first-steps.html' title='First steps....'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/79X_sfsL7_I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-6621469358306612320</id><published>2011-06-02T17:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T19:29:58.348-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing List for Ethiopia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;So oddly enough, I've been having a lot of people emailing me for advice about staying in Ethiopia, especially for those that are considering staying between court and embassy.&amp;nbsp; So the next few posts will be about long-term stay in Ethiopia.&amp;nbsp; And when I say long term, I mean planning for about 2 months in Ethiopia.&amp;nbsp; We ended up being there for 3 months, and we ran out of many items, formula being the most important. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;So the following list is certainly not exhaustive, neither is it necessarily for everyone.&amp;nbsp; Not everyone may need or want all the items we packed.&amp;nbsp; We found that we used almost everything we had, and we were very glad we had it. Oh, and keep in mind that this packing list was for us and our 8 month old twins (at the time), so that is what we packed for.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clothing for Babies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;10 outfits each&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;1 Sweatshirt each&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Robeez Shoes (these were awesome to have because they stay on!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;10 pairs socks each (tight ones)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hair Bows (for a girl)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Swimmy Diapers (in case you hit the Sheraton.&amp;nbsp; Trust me.&amp;nbsp; You will want to.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Swimsuits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;2 or 3 Sleepers each&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bloomers (for a girl)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Diapers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Size 2 &amp;amp; 3 (We counted on about 8 diapers per baby per day)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aveeno Diaper Rash Cream (Desitin smells awful!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wipes (1-3 wipes per diaper depending on “content”)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Changing Pad (this is a lifesaver!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Feeding&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Plastic Bowls for food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;2-4oz. Playtex Bottles with disposable liners for trip home (target brand is great!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Stage 1 &amp;amp; 2 foods&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;4 Dr. Brown’s Bottles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;1 Bottle Cleaner brush&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Plastic Baby Spoons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Formula (1 can lasts about 3 or 4 days between the 2 of them)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gerber Oatmeal (they LOVE this!&amp;nbsp; And it goes quite a ways too.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gerber Rice Cereal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;i&gt;When it comes to formula, yes, you can buy some kind of funky brand of formula in Ethiopia.&amp;nbsp; Keep in mind that the cans are smaller, though, and are a bit expensive.&amp;nbsp; If you can, I would pack formula and bring it with you.&amp;nbsp; If you can't, rest assured that you can buy some there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mischellaneous for Babies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nail Clipper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Snot Sucker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meds for Babies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Baby Tylenol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Baby Ibuprofin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gripe Water &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pedialite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nasal drops &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lice Meds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Medicine Dropper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Toys&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;5 Board Books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Plastic Rings (the ones that connect)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;2-3 Stuffed Animals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bouncey Balls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Blocks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Don't overdo it on the toys.&amp;nbsp; They will not need many, and we found they loved playing with water bottles and boxes just as much as their toys.&amp;nbsp; Still do! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Toiletries for Babies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Shea Moisture or Carol’s Daughter Hair product&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;(I used Carol’s Daughter Mimosa Hair Honey while in Ethiopia to tame the frizzies)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Shampoo and body wash (I used Aveeno for both hair and body while in Ethiopia)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Towels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Washcloths&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miscellaneous&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Camping Lantern (battery powered) – for when the electric goes out (we were REALLY glad we brought this with us)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Flash Lights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Citranella Candle if it is bug season&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Air Freshener (Febreeze, Candle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Matches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Powder Laundry Detergent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Clothes Pins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bug Spray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dirty Laundry Bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Plastic Bags for dirty diapers on the road (to contain the smell while traveling)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dryer Sheets (left these in our closets to keep things smelling a little fresh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Blankets for babies (one nice fluffy one is nice to have with some thinner ones)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Books for reading &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Journal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cell Phone Chargers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cell Phone (you can often get a sim card to put in your cell phone once in Addis)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Laptop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Duck tape (for packing on the way home)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Luggage scale (bought a cheap one from walmart so we could weigh our stuff for the trip home)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sewing Kit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Voltage Adapter/Converter (sometimes more than one is nice if using more than one appliance at the same time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;External Hardrive for pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meds for Adults&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Zyrtec-D&amp;nbsp; for allergies (you can only get one pack at a time under your name)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vitamins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Probiotics (these really help!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nasal Spray (you won’t regret it! it is very dry in Addis Ababa!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ibuprofin (don’t forget it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cipro (get this from your doctor.&amp;nbsp; You will need it at least once.&amp;nbsp; It’s an antibiotic for stomach bugs.&amp;nbsp; It has to be prescribed, but you shouldn’t have to go see the doctor.&amp;nbsp; Just call and tell them what it is for. Find out if there is a different dosage for Kynzi &amp;amp; Karston.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*I can't stress enough how much vitamins and probiotics help while in a foreign country.&amp;nbsp; The first time we got sick was when we ran out. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clothes for Adults&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;1-2 &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sweatshirts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;2-3&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Pairs of pants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;7-10 &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; T-shirts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;1-2 &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; longsleeve shirts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;2-3 &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tanktops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;1 &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Swimsuit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;4-5 &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; pairs of socks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;1 &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Pair of walking sandals (I recommend Chacos!&amp;nbsp; Mine have lasted for 11 years &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; hiking through about 11 different countries.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;1 &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Pair of sneakers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;1 &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Pair of dressier shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;10-15&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  pair of underwear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;2 &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; bras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;1-2 &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; skirts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;1-2 &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; nicer shirts/blouses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;1-2&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; pairs of pajama bottoms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;1 &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Swimsuit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;1&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Pair of flip flops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;i&gt;It all depends on the season for clothes, but Addis Ababa is usually nice and warm for the most part.&amp;nbsp; I think it is in the mid-70's to mid-80's year round.&amp;nbsp; The only time when it is really different is during rainy season in July-September, a time we were not there.&amp;nbsp; You will find it to often be cool in the evenings, which is really nice.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Toiletries for Adults&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ponytail Holders&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Barrettes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bar Soap (10-12 Bars) *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hairbrush&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Shampoo *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Conditioner *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Toothbrush&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Toothpaste (2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Face Lotion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Body Lotion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Facial Cleanser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Q-Tips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Makeup &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Razors (5-10)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kleenex (can be bought in Ethiopia but it is not very soft)*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nail Polish (fun on days when you get bored)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nail Polish Remover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nail Clipper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Contacts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Contact Case&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Glasses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hair Dryer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Curling Iron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Flat Iron &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dental Floss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sunscreen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tweezers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tampons/Pads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Liquid Hand Soap and dispenser (this isn’t a necessity but was nice to have)*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Deoderant (2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hair Product (spray/gel/detangler)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thermometer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;*-&lt;i&gt;these things can be bought in Ethiopia, but are usually a little pricey.&amp;nbsp; If you don’t feel like packing them, though, you can always get them once you are in Addis.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;**-Another great packing resource is Ashlie Fulmer's blog &lt;a href="http://fulmerstory.blogspot.com/2010/08/packing-list.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-6621469358306612320?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/6621469358306612320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/06/packing-list-for-ethiopia.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/6621469358306612320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/6621469358306612320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/06/packing-list-for-ethiopia.html' title='Packing List for Ethiopia...'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-8865087622633478608</id><published>2011-05-26T14:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T14:29:10.144-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meetcha Day...Families Unite in Ethiopia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;During the three months we were in Ethiopia, we got to shoot several  families meeting their children for the first time.  What an amazing  moment to be invited into!  It is difficult to put into words what it’s  like to meet your child for the first time, whether it be in a hospital  room or a foreign country.  And then to be able to capture this moment  on camera….what a privilege!  Thank you to the &lt;a href="http://beccalenamann.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Mann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://waitingfordenver.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Morgan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thisshubinclan.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Shubin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and  Bishop families for allowing Wes and I to be a part of something so  intimate and life-changing.  We love you all, and can’t wait to see your  little ones grow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Shubins &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZilxX619bp4/Td6VCEY1snI/AAAAAAAABe4/iYbRhCtKsuA/s1600/Ethiopia_Meetcha0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZilxX619bp4/Td6VCEY1snI/AAAAAAAABe4/iYbRhCtKsuA/s400/Ethiopia_Meetcha0001.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M_oPl3LGoFA/Td6VWqQkIOI/AAAAAAAABe8/6eem_1OhqLc/s1600/Ethiopia_Meetcha0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M_oPl3LGoFA/Td6VWqQkIOI/AAAAAAAABe8/6eem_1OhqLc/s640/Ethiopia_Meetcha0002.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--5OkMAlCtQI/Td6VfQnb1UI/AAAAAAAABfA/hWKbR9K7k80/s1600/Ethiopia_Meetcha0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--5OkMAlCtQI/Td6VfQnb1UI/AAAAAAAABfA/hWKbR9K7k80/s640/Ethiopia_Meetcha0003.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d--Vy7yhgV8/Td6VpBtWHdI/AAAAAAAABfE/3KHlmNMlNH8/s1600/Ethiopia_Meetcha0004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d--Vy7yhgV8/Td6VpBtWHdI/AAAAAAAABfE/3KHlmNMlNH8/s400/Ethiopia_Meetcha0004.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aa7px18Lp0Y/Td6VyczUf8I/AAAAAAAABfI/CBqymdyIScg/s1600/Ethiopia_Meetcha0005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aa7px18Lp0Y/Td6VyczUf8I/AAAAAAAABfI/CBqymdyIScg/s640/Ethiopia_Meetcha0005.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oxI0p1Nkg4Q/Td6WDl4-NhI/AAAAAAAABfM/SSPe5J5qZrc/s1600/Ethiopia_Meetcha0006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oxI0p1Nkg4Q/Td6WDl4-NhI/AAAAAAAABfM/SSPe5J5qZrc/s640/Ethiopia_Meetcha0006.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-elJVxlaqeBE/Td6WLBXdN3I/AAAAAAAABfQ/cOin8TCjNK0/s1600/Ethiopia_Meetcha0007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-elJVxlaqeBE/Td6WLBXdN3I/AAAAAAAABfQ/cOin8TCjNK0/s400/Ethiopia_Meetcha0007.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Me2fp4UOPxk/Td6WXeNuDEI/AAAAAAAABfU/fM3jwDHJh5E/s1600/Ethiopia_Meetcha0008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Me2fp4UOPxk/Td6WXeNuDEI/AAAAAAAABfU/fM3jwDHJh5E/s400/Ethiopia_Meetcha0008.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4BvAWG3i82Y/Td6WdSaZTMI/AAAAAAAABfY/wwQWG6DoOGs/s1600/Ethiopia_Meetcha0009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4BvAWG3i82Y/Td6WdSaZTMI/AAAAAAAABfY/wwQWG6DoOGs/s640/Ethiopia_Meetcha0009.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Bishops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SK5XSAbaymY/Td6Wf3QIn7I/AAAAAAAABfc/uEsUl0EcdXg/s1600/Ethiopia_Meetcha0010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SK5XSAbaymY/Td6Wf3QIn7I/AAAAAAAABfc/uEsUl0EcdXg/s640/Ethiopia_Meetcha0010.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f0Ksax_wy_E/Td6WiZIApaI/AAAAAAAABfg/8hWMmcNElEs/s1600/Ethiopia_Meetcha0011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f0Ksax_wy_E/Td6WiZIApaI/AAAAAAAABfg/8hWMmcNElEs/s640/Ethiopia_Meetcha0011.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--l9lBsW0VCE/Td6Wk8PumqI/AAAAAAAABfk/He0Gtb3UftE/s1600/Ethiopia_Meetcha0012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--l9lBsW0VCE/Td6Wk8PumqI/AAAAAAAABfk/He0Gtb3UftE/s400/Ethiopia_Meetcha0012.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eI8lJwCagbw/Td6WnZN0DII/AAAAAAAABfo/RqbE0MWaJxo/s1600/Ethiopia_Meetcha0013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eI8lJwCagbw/Td6WnZN0DII/AAAAAAAABfo/RqbE0MWaJxo/s400/Ethiopia_Meetcha0013.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Morgans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HT8rexoFrCg/Td6WwyLa2nI/AAAAAAAABfs/LJTnhXAoQEA/s1600/Ethiopia_Meetcha0014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HT8rexoFrCg/Td6WwyLa2nI/AAAAAAAABfs/LJTnhXAoQEA/s640/Ethiopia_Meetcha0014.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cHztImqGz4k/Td6W7FL5LuI/AAAAAAAABfw/sfO3ErpLsXQ/s1600/Ethiopia_Meetcha0015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cHztImqGz4k/Td6W7FL5LuI/AAAAAAAABfw/sfO3ErpLsXQ/s400/Ethiopia_Meetcha0015.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BqqwtOQOKug/Td6XMZADYtI/AAAAAAAABf0/ZNZA3FfhD08/s1600/Ethiopia_Meetcha0016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BqqwtOQOKug/Td6XMZADYtI/AAAAAAAABf0/ZNZA3FfhD08/s400/Ethiopia_Meetcha0016.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_AzgwTSlh3A/Td6XXQT8EyI/AAAAAAAABf4/KBAdLRp6Fs8/s1600/Ethiopia_Meetcha0017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_AzgwTSlh3A/Td6XXQT8EyI/AAAAAAAABf4/KBAdLRp6Fs8/s640/Ethiopia_Meetcha0017.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I6Yf0inRNvc/Td6YfQ1B6uI/AAAAAAAABgY/aLQUbKl8-mY/s640/Ethiopia_Meetcha0025.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--sM1B1kV7mc/Td6YxaLYQVI/AAAAAAAABgc/ghU8F1jXO5g/s1600/Ethiopia_Meetcha0026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--sM1B1kV7mc/Td6YxaLYQVI/AAAAAAAABgc/ghU8F1jXO5g/s400/Ethiopia_Meetcha0026.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-8865087622633478608?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/8865087622633478608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/05/meetcha-dayfamilies-unite-in-ethiopia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/8865087622633478608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/8865087622633478608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/05/meetcha-dayfamilies-unite-in-ethiopia.html' title='Meetcha Day...Families Unite in Ethiopia.'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZilxX619bp4/Td6VCEY1snI/AAAAAAAABe4/iYbRhCtKsuA/s72-c/Ethiopia_Meetcha0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-6431642856305426901</id><published>2011-05-13T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T14:32:51.955-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 11 Months &amp; We're in the News...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;....well, the local news anyways. &amp;nbsp;But that's still pretty great, right?!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just over a year ago, the news did a story on our adoption before we ever knew about Alex &amp;amp; Eliana. &amp;nbsp;We had just switched from the Nepal program to the Ethiopia program, and we were deep in the fundraising part of our journey. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, exactly a month from the day we returned from Ethiopia, they aired a story on our entire journey. &amp;nbsp;They included clips from our referral video &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;from our meetcha day! &amp;nbsp;It was awesome! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have come full circle, and it is absolutely amazing to be here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who haven't already seen it, check it out &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wtvq.com/iphone/8231-dream-becomes-reality-for-lexington-couple"&gt;RIGHT HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ff1hg5qpM4U/Tc15ID4OWyI/AAAAAAAABe0/sqq_qOyNlkw/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-05-13+at+2.31.54+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ff1hg5qpM4U/Tc15ID4OWyI/AAAAAAAABe0/sqq_qOyNlkw/s400/Screen+shot+2011-05-13+at+2.31.54+PM.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-6431642856305426901?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/6431642856305426901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-11-months-were-in-news.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/6431642856305426901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/6431642856305426901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-11-months-were-in-news.html' title='Happy 11 Months &amp; We&apos;re in the News...'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ff1hg5qpM4U/Tc15ID4OWyI/AAAAAAAABe0/sqq_qOyNlkw/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-05-13+at+2.31.54+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-7986940807067861013</id><published>2011-05-09T12:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T12:47:47.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Meetcha Day....Finally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Yes, I know this is a bit delayed, but for some reason it just took me a long time to get it together. &amp;nbsp;Many of you saw &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/01/we-met-our-miracles.html"&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from the day we met our little ones. &amp;nbsp;You &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/01/we-met-our-miracles.html"&gt;read&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; about the feelings we felt. &amp;nbsp;But you never saw the video. &amp;nbsp;I love the song that we used to go with it. &amp;nbsp;It's called "Where I Belong" by &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/coryasbury"&gt;Cory Asbury&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;It is absolutely beautiful, and I thought very fitting. &amp;nbsp;We originally called our blog, When We Belong, hence the blog address. &amp;nbsp;We named it that because there is something powerful that happens when we know we belong to somebody. &amp;nbsp; For those of us who follow Christ, something amazing happened when we first said "Yes" to Him. &amp;nbsp;We finally belonged to Him. &amp;nbsp;We became His children in that very moment. &amp;nbsp;And in the same way, when children are left orphaned in the physical world, they long to belong to a family. &amp;nbsp;They long for a mother and father. &amp;nbsp;On the day that we held Alex &amp;amp; Eliana in our arms for the first time, we knew that they belonged to us, and we belonged to them. &amp;nbsp;We were a family, and that was amazing and oh so powerful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy this little peak into the first moments with our children. &amp;nbsp;It forever changed our lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="400" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/O3AT84p2WG4" width="550"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still Photography by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.caradeephotography.com/"&gt;Cara Dee Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-7986940807067861013?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/7986940807067861013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/05/our-meetcha-dayfinally.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/7986940807067861013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/7986940807067861013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/05/our-meetcha-dayfinally.html' title='Our Meetcha Day....Finally.'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/O3AT84p2WG4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-8467020029786454319</id><published>2011-05-08T10:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T10:43:01.237-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Does Mother's Day Include Me???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So today is Mother's Day. &amp;nbsp;Apparently, I am supposed to be included in the celebrations of this day. &amp;nbsp;I'm a mom. &amp;nbsp;Weird. &amp;nbsp;Really???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago, one of my friends (who is also a new mom) tweeted about something she wanted for Mother's Day. &amp;nbsp;And then all of a sudden it hit me....that must mean I'm a part of this celebration too. &amp;nbsp;Wha'???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, in so many ways I don't feel like a mom, or at least what I always thought a mom should feel like. &amp;nbsp;I guess I always felt like the day I became a mother, this supernatural gift would come down from above, and make me the most selfless and angelic/patient creature on the planet (well, at least in my own home). &amp;nbsp;Ummmm....yeah....that didn't happen. &amp;nbsp;Honestly, if anything, being a mother has once again shown me how I am still pretty selfish, and I am ANYthing but angelic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how the blood pressure can start raising when I hear the high-pitched screams of my little girl. &amp;nbsp;It's amazing how infuriated I can get when my persistent son continues to disobey. &amp;nbsp;Hmmmm....where is that angelic patience I was hoping for? &amp;nbsp;And then when they wake up from their afternoon nap before I am finished resting.....???? &amp;nbsp;Uh, hello? &amp;nbsp;Don't they know I need a rest?! &amp;nbsp;Hmmmm...apparently I haven't gotten the supernatural selflessness thing yet either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I can't deny that these two bring so much joy to my world. &amp;nbsp;They make me laugh ALL the time. &amp;nbsp;Honestly, the funny and sweet things they do are much more plentiful than the disobedience and screaming. &amp;nbsp;I. &amp;nbsp;Love. &amp;nbsp;Them. &amp;nbsp;They really are amazing. &amp;nbsp;I realized that being a mom is going to look different for me in some ways, than it may look for my friends. &amp;nbsp;We all have different experiences, and our children are all very different. &amp;nbsp;This world that I live in now is what motherhood looks like for me. &amp;nbsp;And truly....it ain't bad. &amp;nbsp;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ZqjtX_iXcY/TcamUXv3zPI/AAAAAAAABeo/cOq0SQlVNxY/s1600/228314_10150586481705311_817045310_18316242_1035670_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ZqjtX_iXcY/TcamUXv3zPI/AAAAAAAABeo/cOq0SQlVNxY/s400/228314_10150586481705311_817045310_18316242_1035670_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;These guys are incredibly good when we go shopping (especially if they have cookies to chew on). &amp;nbsp;And sometimes I can't help but play a little dress up. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu-egjW8lF4/TcanEHzOyBI/AAAAAAAABes/i5jgq0Of1Uw/s1600/227855_10150586266825311_817045310_18313225_6477492_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu-egjW8lF4/TcanEHzOyBI/AAAAAAAABes/i5jgq0Of1Uw/s400/227855_10150586266825311_817045310_18313225_6477492_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't get enough of this picture. &amp;nbsp;Seriously, they are so incredibly cute! &amp;nbsp;Oh how I love them!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8xzvGD0dJKs/TcaniEC8rrI/AAAAAAAABew/kz6MK77VJJI/s1600/228143_10150586606295311_817045310_18317596_7155407_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8xzvGD0dJKs/TcaniEC8rrI/AAAAAAAABew/kz6MK77VJJI/s400/228143_10150586606295311_817045310_18317596_7155407_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some say that you know you're a mom when you get a minivan. &amp;nbsp;Well, I must be a mom, because I am rockin' that minivan!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And, of course I have to wish a Happy Mother's Day to my own mom. &amp;nbsp;Mamma, you are a sweet and kind woman, who gave me life and helped me become who I am today. &amp;nbsp;I love you, Mamma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I want to send a million Amasagenalo's to the woman who gave birth to my children. &amp;nbsp;There is no way I can ever say thank you enough. &amp;nbsp;I know the tremendous sacrifice you made. &amp;nbsp;I know how brave you were to give your children a chance at life. &amp;nbsp;Thank you, forever and ever. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-8467020029786454319?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/8467020029786454319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/05/does-mothers-day-include-me.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/8467020029786454319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/8467020029786454319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/05/does-mothers-day-include-me.html' title='Does Mother&apos;s Day Include Me???'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ZqjtX_iXcY/TcamUXv3zPI/AAAAAAAABeo/cOq0SQlVNxY/s72-c/228314_10150586481705311_817045310_18316242_1035670_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-4214680804880408188</id><published>2011-04-26T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T22:09:35.045-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Weeks in America....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Yes!&amp;nbsp; It's true!&amp;nbsp; We've been home for 2 weeks and it has been glorious.&amp;nbsp; It feels like we've been home all along.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have asked us how it feels to be parents day in and day out.&amp;nbsp; It's a hard question to answer.&amp;nbsp; What I keep telling people is that it feels normal.&amp;nbsp; I feel like Wes and I are the same as we've always been.&amp;nbsp; Life is the same.&amp;nbsp; We just have two little babies added into the mix.&amp;nbsp; No, I'm not saying it's all easy and breezy (although, I AM breezy....I know some of you will get that reference), but it hasn't changed who Wes and I are.&amp;nbsp; Oh, there have been days where I wanted to crawl out of my skin when Eliana was doing her ear-piercing, I'm hungry and tired, scream.&amp;nbsp; I've wanted to pull my hair out at times when Alex has started his obnoxious, I'm hungry and tired, cry (which involves his nah-nah sound mixed in with an angry growl/lawn mower sound).&amp;nbsp; But, as I've alluded to, that mainly only happens when they are tired and hungry, which in all honesty, if I stay on top of things, doesn't have to happen too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part, our little Alex &amp;amp; Eliana are pretty amazing babies.&amp;nbsp; They laugh a lot.&amp;nbsp; Eliana is still hilarious.&amp;nbsp; Oh my goodness.&amp;nbsp; She keeps Wes and I laughing daily.&amp;nbsp; Alex's little personality is really starting to shine.&amp;nbsp; We've taught him to do a mean face, and now he's kind of addicted to it.&amp;nbsp; So all in all, we just laugh a lot with these two.&amp;nbsp; They are so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to life in America has not been a huge adjustment for us.&amp;nbsp; It's funny, but once we were home, I think we were just so happy to be here, that everything else paled in comparison.&amp;nbsp; We fell right back into life here, but we fell into it with a ginormous amount of appreciation for the life we have here.&amp;nbsp; Oh how we've appreciated strollers, and car seats, and booster seats, and microwaves, and drinkable tap water, and grocery stores, etc. etc.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of grocery stores, I was telling my brother (who is waiting to bring home his two 6 month olds from Ethiopia!) about my first real grocery run with the twins, and he said I should blog about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes....It has been raining cats and dogs here all month, and today was no different.&amp;nbsp; Once I managed to get them out of their car seats and into the stroller, the three of us raced through the rain and got into Kroger.&amp;nbsp; Since I didn't think I wanted to try and conquouer pushing the shopping cart while pushing the stroller at the same time on this first trip (although I have seen many-a-mother doing this dance), I decided to carry a basket.&amp;nbsp; Well, once I filled up the first basket, I dropped it at the customer service counter, and they agreed to hold it there for me until I checked out.&amp;nbsp; Then I filled my second basket, and then I started filling the basket underneath the stroller.&amp;nbsp; And throughout all the basket filling, Alex &amp;amp; Eliana are starting to reach their hunger limit, and I forgot to bring in their bottles, and the crying is beginning to commence.&amp;nbsp; Luckily, I happened to have a few cookies left in the stroller (compliments of my buddy, Aimee!), so I just fed them a steady stream of cookies while I shopped.&amp;nbsp; Alex devours his, because he has 8 teeth.&amp;nbsp; Eliana combines her gums and two teeth (although as of yesterday, tooth number 3 up top is breaking through!&amp;nbsp; Yeah baby!), and kind of creates a kind of cookie paste, which she kindly spreads all over her clothes, neck, face and hands.&amp;nbsp; Oh, and let's factor in the constant, "Oh they are so cute!&amp;nbsp; Are they twins?&amp;nbsp; Are they boy and girl twins?&amp;nbsp; How old are they? They are so beautiful."&amp;nbsp; All nice things said by nice people.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, it tacks on a lot of time to my shopping adventure.&amp;nbsp; People literally walk right in front of the stroller so I can't move forward, just so they can talk to me and ooh and aah over the twins.&amp;nbsp; I guess I need to get used to it, eh?&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; I finally got most of what we needed, and headed over to check out.&amp;nbsp; And wonderful Kroger actually had someone take my groceries out to the car, and put them in the car for me, while I got drenched as I put the twins back in their car seats.&amp;nbsp; Good times.&amp;nbsp; Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm sure that story was a bit anticlimactic, but it's the everyday stuff that has changed for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it.&amp;nbsp; Two weeks back in the States, and I'm going grocery shopping with the twins.&amp;nbsp; Life is truly exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e2PNl36iJ80/Tbd5kiFRSFI/AAAAAAAABeg/cP6iDRgMCHY/s1600/photo%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e2PNl36iJ80/Tbd5kiFRSFI/AAAAAAAABeg/cP6iDRgMCHY/s640/photo%25282%2529.JPG" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mean Face.&amp;nbsp; Love it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-praSCetTfuo/Tbd5lVinRII/AAAAAAAABek/LHXKvKe5y_Q/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-praSCetTfuo/Tbd5lVinRII/AAAAAAAABek/LHXKvKe5y_Q/s640/photo.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cookie Paste Girl.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-4214680804880408188?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/4214680804880408188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/04/2-weeks-in-america.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/4214680804880408188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/4214680804880408188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/04/2-weeks-in-america.html' title='2 Weeks in America....'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e2PNl36iJ80/Tbd5kiFRSFI/AAAAAAAABeg/cP6iDRgMCHY/s72-c/photo%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-7642442202138413272</id><published>2011-04-17T17:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T17:23:42.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Home Mullins Family....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;To say coming home and leaving Ethiopia was bittersweet would be a lie.&amp;nbsp; Coming home was all sweet, sweet, sweet.&amp;nbsp; It was the best gift ever!!!&amp;nbsp; And for about the last month in Ethiopia, Wes swore that once we got back to the States, he would kiss the ground.&amp;nbsp; This is very uncharacteristic of Wes, so I held him to this promise.&amp;nbsp; It was fantastic.&amp;nbsp; Once we got outside in Chicago, he knelt down, with Alex strapped to his chest in the Ergo, he knelt down and kissed that sidewalk.&amp;nbsp; Woohoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eiwS21txyII/Tao7rGUj68I/AAAAAAAABdg/7-ItPdC4TCc/s1600/IMG_9948.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eiwS21txyII/Tao7rGUj68I/AAAAAAAABdg/7-ItPdC4TCc/s400/IMG_9948.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were in Ethiopia, we made lots of new friends.&amp;nbsp; Many families came and went while we were there.&amp;nbsp; The Kohls were one of the first families we spent time with.&amp;nbsp; Their little Amanuel was in the same room at the same orphanage as Alex &amp;amp; Eliana.&amp;nbsp; We became instant friends, and Christina and Amanu met us in Chicago.&amp;nbsp; I totally cried.&amp;nbsp; Seeing a familiar face on American soil was so good for my soul.&amp;nbsp; We missed seeing Kevin, but I guess somebody has to work.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NFJeXLTArQU/Tao-FXkyapI/AAAAAAAABds/UEe_f1g0RDg/s1600/IMG_7092b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NFJeXLTArQU/Tao-FXkyapI/AAAAAAAABds/UEe_f1g0RDg/s400/IMG_7092b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are all three of them before they left the orphanage.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrrXZ_L4yM0/Tao7tebkYdI/AAAAAAAABdk/bDR1IoUWs1o/s1600/IMG_9955.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RrrXZ_L4yM0/Tao7tebkYdI/AAAAAAAABdk/bDR1IoUWs1o/s640/IMG_9955.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amanuel and Christina.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-viVRU5fb_E4/Tao7vYJHZ5I/AAAAAAAABdo/_d-w8jzBDZw/s1600/IMG_9958.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-viVRU5fb_E4/Tao7vYJHZ5I/AAAAAAAABdo/_d-w8jzBDZw/s400/IMG_9958.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friendships that will last a lifetime.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then came the moment....it was time to go down that escalator at the Bluegrass Airport in Lexington, KY.&amp;nbsp; I had been dreaming about this moment for the last 3 months.&amp;nbsp; Who would be there?&amp;nbsp; Would there be a lot of people or a few?&amp;nbsp; Would I cry?&amp;nbsp; Well, all the questions were finally answered.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xRO1Tctv9K0/Tao6vZHHdtI/AAAAAAAABdM/FHuC-OU0RWA/s1600/204891_10150162084692884_70559817883_6563305_5388622_o.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="131" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xRO1Tctv9K0/Tao6vZHHdtI/AAAAAAAABdM/FHuC-OU0RWA/s400/204891_10150162084692884_70559817883_6563305_5388622_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo by Cara Dee Photography.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CAKUPE3scCs/Tao6vilHmkI/AAAAAAAABdQ/i890FNRiQSk/s1600/210684_10150162084822884_70559817883_6563307_2912900_o.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CAKUPE3scCs/Tao6vilHmkI/AAAAAAAABdQ/i890FNRiQSk/s400/210684_10150162084822884_70559817883_6563307_2912900_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo by Cara Dee Photography.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hGCik_Jvu_8/Tao6wD31gWI/AAAAAAAABdU/ouG3Q2Ia-ls/s1600/218716_10150162085102884_70559817883_6563310_4884518_o.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hGCik_Jvu_8/Tao6wD31gWI/AAAAAAAABdU/ouG3Q2Ia-ls/s400/218716_10150162085102884_70559817883_6563310_4884518_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo by Cara Dee Photography.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ChQd0qMOWzU/Tao6wsF9tDI/AAAAAAAABdY/pWXliXEZ9eY/s1600/219461_10150162085372884_70559817883_6563314_4919709_o.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ChQd0qMOWzU/Tao6wsF9tDI/AAAAAAAABdY/pWXliXEZ9eY/s400/219461_10150162085372884_70559817883_6563314_4919709_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo by Cara Dee Photography.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7tumHwPFbZ4/Tao6xsE0v8I/AAAAAAAABdc/cgxwXrXNxio/s1600/220547_10150162084622884_70559817883_6563303_1742783_o.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7tumHwPFbZ4/Tao6xsE0v8I/AAAAAAAABdc/cgxwXrXNxio/s400/220547_10150162084622884_70559817883_6563303_1742783_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got interviewed by the local news.&amp;nbsp; Photo by Cara Dee Photography.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iOksqX4F614/Tao56Rz3RPI/AAAAAAAABcc/kNcpTJ8AsQQ/s1600/IMG_8340.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iOksqX4F614/Tao56Rz3RPI/AAAAAAAABcc/kNcpTJ8AsQQ/s400/IMG_8340.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo by Cydil Waggoner Photography.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iyoYprpZZAw/Tao59N_qKuI/AAAAAAAABcg/EIKclZCmzyg/s1600/IMG_8351.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iyoYprpZZAw/Tao59N_qKuI/AAAAAAAABcg/EIKclZCmzyg/s400/IMG_8351.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The fabulous Marty Vaughan of&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.martinrayvaughan.com/"&gt;www.martinrayvaughan.com&lt;/a&gt; is going to be making a video about our adoption.&amp;nbsp; Photo by Cydil Waggoner Photography.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3VHVE0zouZA/Tao5_UaQ-FI/AAAAAAAABck/DIQd_yGXwlc/s1600/IMG_8357.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3VHVE0zouZA/Tao5_UaQ-FI/AAAAAAAABck/DIQd_yGXwlc/s400/IMG_8357.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo by Cydil Waggoner Photography.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-czfKyG661eo/Tao6BzE4F5I/AAAAAAAABco/MZO10LTKuh0/s1600/IMG_8360.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-czfKyG661eo/Tao6BzE4F5I/AAAAAAAABco/MZO10LTKuh0/s400/IMG_8360.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seeing Bestemor again.&amp;nbsp; Photo by Cydil Waggoner Photography.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k1WR3nDBNlo/Tao6ERsTxmI/AAAAAAAABcs/DQx575XuAu0/s1600/IMG_8364.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k1WR3nDBNlo/Tao6ERsTxmI/AAAAAAAABcs/DQx575XuAu0/s400/IMG_8364.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meeting Sam.&amp;nbsp; Alex loved Sam.&amp;nbsp; Photo by Cydil Waggoner Photography.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2T9WHwrtZjU/Tao6GX7r6xI/AAAAAAAABcw/Wr3tCmRFsJc/s1600/IMG_8366.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2T9WHwrtZjU/Tao6GX7r6xI/AAAAAAAABcw/Wr3tCmRFsJc/s400/IMG_8366.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo by Cydil Waggoner Photography.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0XWTa154gMA/Tao6JfG5vfI/AAAAAAAABc0/IUA3ZJKVLxg/s1600/IMG_8396.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0XWTa154gMA/Tao6JfG5vfI/AAAAAAAABc0/IUA3ZJKVLxg/s640/IMG_8396.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo by Cydil Waggoner Photography.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MQNJb_mgY0s/Tao6Lj9vpQI/AAAAAAAABc4/j-o4FCcJ0VQ/s1600/IMG_8407.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MQNJb_mgY0s/Tao6Lj9vpQI/AAAAAAAABc4/j-o4FCcJ0VQ/s400/IMG_8407.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cindy and Wes grew up together.&amp;nbsp; As a matter of fact, they were born in the same hospital on the same weekend.&amp;nbsp; We were so glad that she could make it to the homecoming!&amp;nbsp; Photo by Cydil Waggoner Photography.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iXUwCZcMuAY/Tao6OJPyqlI/AAAAAAAABc8/pKXiqOFXDF4/s1600/IMG_8418.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iXUwCZcMuAY/Tao6OJPyqlI/AAAAAAAABc8/pKXiqOFXDF4/s400/IMG_8418.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo by Cydil Waggoner Photography.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7xsEWhy1pk/Tao6Qu-pT9I/AAAAAAAABdA/KBYYEJkoc-A/s1600/IMG_8458.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7xsEWhy1pk/Tao6Qu-pT9I/AAAAAAAABdA/KBYYEJkoc-A/s400/IMG_8458.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex loved the children.&amp;nbsp; Photo by Cydil Waggoner Photography.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FuHvFtreP2A/Tao6TPU5-mI/AAAAAAAABdE/Hz1dv1BbVzI/s1600/IMG_8460.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FuHvFtreP2A/Tao6TPU5-mI/AAAAAAAABdE/Hz1dv1BbVzI/s400/IMG_8460.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo by Cydil Waggoner Photography.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3K_M3etKxDc/Tao6vEbZecI/AAAAAAAABdI/c6mM_CUxaCs/s1600/201352_10150162085322884_70559817883_6563313_2387733_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3K_M3etKxDc/Tao6vEbZecI/AAAAAAAABdI/c6mM_CUxaCs/s400/201352_10150162085322884_70559817883_6563313_2387733_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are just some of the people that showed up to welcome us home.&amp;nbsp; Photo by Cara Dee Photography.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;A huge thank you to &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.caradeephotography.com/"&gt;Cara Dee Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://cydilwaggoner.com/"&gt;Cydil Waggoner Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for catching one of the most special moments of our lives!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-7642442202138413272?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/7642442202138413272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/04/welcome-home-mullins-family.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/7642442202138413272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/7642442202138413272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/04/welcome-home-mullins-family.html' title='Welcome Home Mullins Family....'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eiwS21txyII/Tao7rGUj68I/AAAAAAAABdg/7-ItPdC4TCc/s72-c/IMG_9948.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-7234248725351242381</id><published>2011-04-16T20:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T20:37:55.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Snapshots from our Final Days in Ethiopia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;We have been home for 4 full days now, and it's still a bit surreal.&amp;nbsp; Wes and I have just been enjoying being in our own home with the twins.&amp;nbsp; It's been very relaxing and it just plain feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an incredible home-coming, but I'll post more about that tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; For today, I thought it would be appropriate to share some images from our last days in Ethiopia.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rQouEMUXfpI/TaobFq4_klI/AAAAAAAABZ8/eo9HaH3eJsA/s1600/IMG_8474.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rQouEMUXfpI/TaobFq4_klI/AAAAAAAABZ8/eo9HaH3eJsA/s400/IMG_8474.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the last week and a half in Ethiopia, we all stayed at Rich &amp;amp; Melissa's house (some friends we met during our stay in-country).&amp;nbsp; It was a HUGE blessing, and the twins loved it.&amp;nbsp; They got to make all the noise they wanted.&amp;nbsp; Here they are taking a bath in their little blue tub.&amp;nbsp; SO cute!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YErznsZeD5I/TaobDsu7-jI/AAAAAAAABZ0/CgvISM0kyoQ/s1600/IMG_0003.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YErznsZeD5I/TaobDsu7-jI/AAAAAAAABZ0/CgvISM0kyoQ/s640/IMG_0003.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just some random donkeys.&amp;nbsp; A usual sight on the streets of Addis Ababa.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YErznsZeD5I/TaobDsu7-jI/AAAAAAAABZ0/CgvISM0kyoQ/s1600/IMG_0003.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Olh1zEVIDxk/TaobHTuHLwI/AAAAAAAABaA/_R8imkCFELI/s1600/IMG_9843.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Olh1zEVIDxk/TaobHTuHLwI/AAAAAAAABaA/_R8imkCFELI/s640/IMG_9843.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;On one of our last days we went up to Mt. Entoto with our friends, Erica &amp;amp; Dave Shubin.&amp;nbsp; Our goal was to get some pics of the twins with a beautiful Ethiopian backdrop.&amp;nbsp; Eliana loves the camera, but Alex does not seem to care for posing much.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dqWvxSRDkU8/TaobKDzeiLI/AAAAAAAABaE/mfhJSPgyoQ4/s1600/IMG_9846.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dqWvxSRDkU8/TaobKDzeiLI/AAAAAAAABaE/mfhJSPgyoQ4/s400/IMG_9846.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k7JVvjUacm8/TaobMb8DLeI/AAAAAAAABaI/Fh_P9GLNfG0/s1600/IMG_9862.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k7JVvjUacm8/TaobMb8DLeI/AAAAAAAABaI/Fh_P9GLNfG0/s400/IMG_9862.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Several children hung around as we took pictures.&amp;nbsp; They seemed fascinated by the two habesha babies and the white people taking their pictures.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uum43WSs7fQ/TaobOCPE66I/AAAAAAAABaM/2-umaftN2d8/s1600/IMG_9875.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uum43WSs7fQ/TaobOCPE66I/AAAAAAAABaM/2-umaftN2d8/s640/IMG_9875.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, Eliana only lasts so long for a photo shoot.&amp;nbsp; As you can see, she was finished with posing at this point.&amp;nbsp; But still....she looks super cute even when she cries.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QC51XWiMYOE/TaobQpAU6kI/AAAAAAAABaQ/eDqQ0rNbJNM/s1600/IMG_9883.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QC51XWiMYOE/TaobQpAU6kI/AAAAAAAABaQ/eDqQ0rNbJNM/s400/IMG_9883.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Mullins Family Four.&amp;nbsp; What a miracle.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kto_tgly8co/TaobsCYmkFI/AAAAAAAABbA/8xJWaDdTHxs/s1600/IMG_9942.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kto_tgly8co/TaobsCYmkFI/AAAAAAAABbA/8xJWaDdTHxs/s640/IMG_9942.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zack  was one of our faithful drivers.&amp;nbsp; He really cared about our crazy  roller coaster ride of an adoption journey.&amp;nbsp; We love you, Zack!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MIt-ElJYqWU/TaozDtA0LZI/AAAAAAAABbQ/o1AJCAGiQt8/s1600/IMG_7155.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MIt-ElJYqWU/TaozDtA0LZI/AAAAAAAABbQ/o1AJCAGiQt8/s400/IMG_7155.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every once in a while we were able to catch a beautiful Ethiopian sunset.&amp;nbsp; This one is compliments of the view from Jervaun and Tim's house.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8eSK1x4qVts/TaozEbr3smI/AAAAAAAABbU/w5dDf210Vks/s1600/IMG_7181.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8eSK1x4qVts/TaozEbr3smI/AAAAAAAABbU/w5dDf210Vks/s400/IMG_7181.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another Mullins Family moment.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cptBHqFzHv0/TaozGSr2ErI/AAAAAAAABbY/x5DFUZy19nA/s1600/IMG_7223.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cptBHqFzHv0/TaozGSr2ErI/AAAAAAAABbY/x5DFUZy19nA/s400/IMG_7223.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Shubins joined us on a trip to Sabahar, a place that makes real silk scarves starting with actual silk worms!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x4atQCclRLY/TaozJ5ROgiI/AAAAAAAABbc/3OuOEGCJd7I/s1600/IMG_7231.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x4atQCclRLY/TaozJ5ROgiI/AAAAAAAABbc/3OuOEGCJd7I/s640/IMG_7231.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-25VMDozsBDw/TaozQjuIe4I/AAAAAAAABbo/e9xBl1vqRjQ/s640/IMG_7246.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LA-ZMGt0fMk/TaozRVctBJI/AAAAAAAABbs/r3snlhyBnLc/s1600/IMG_7249.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LA-ZMGt0fMk/TaozRVctBJI/AAAAAAAABbs/r3snlhyBnLc/s640/IMG_7249.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AgWswqJf2VI/TaozSQvEkLI/AAAAAAAABbw/62N0XeklEI8/s1600/IMG_7251.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AgWswqJf2VI/TaozSQvEkLI/AAAAAAAABbw/62N0XeklEI8/s640/IMG_7251.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nTGFTd3LKSA/TaozTUmQf6I/AAAAAAAABb0/ShqQveKFLuE/s1600/IMG_7256.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nTGFTd3LKSA/TaozTUmQf6I/AAAAAAAABb0/ShqQveKFLuE/s640/IMG_7256.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_EKMpxZdtWY/TaozUghzXBI/AAAAAAAABb4/1dqSA4a5ZBg/s1600/IMG_7264.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_EKMpxZdtWY/TaozUghzXBI/AAAAAAAABb4/1dqSA4a5ZBg/s400/IMG_7264.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MEdQ5ZjxqsQ/TaozVbiUEHI/AAAAAAAABb8/bbjHHvoDQNk/s1600/IMG_7265.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MEdQ5ZjxqsQ/TaozVbiUEHI/AAAAAAAABb8/bbjHHvoDQNk/s640/IMG_7265.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_Sx_uHdSSM/TaozWUnJMGI/AAAAAAAABcA/Z-Jzu5w3MXE/s1600/IMG_7267.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_Sx_uHdSSM/TaozWUnJMGI/AAAAAAAABcA/Z-Jzu5w3MXE/s640/IMG_7267.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dmu5GWY0Onk/TaozXR7vUDI/AAAAAAAABcE/AO5KNYeidvE/s1600/IMG_7268.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dmu5GWY0Onk/TaozXR7vUDI/AAAAAAAABcE/AO5KNYeidvE/s640/IMG_7268.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XZTE9kW6ueU/TaozY90q-4I/AAAAAAAABcI/hlA3TMGM91A/s1600/IMG_7269.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XZTE9kW6ueU/TaozY90q-4I/AAAAAAAABcI/hlA3TMGM91A/s400/IMG_7269.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RigNxNTXumA/TaozZQKrR3I/AAAAAAAABcM/o1nSeNfvM2s/s1600/IMG_7276.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RigNxNTXumA/TaozZQKrR3I/AAAAAAAABcM/o1nSeNfvM2s/s640/IMG_7276.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uz0RnscP1ho/Taozas6O5_I/AAAAAAAABcQ/qDiS1alr7I8/s1600/IMG_7280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uz0RnscP1ho/Taozas6O5_I/AAAAAAAABcQ/qDiS1alr7I8/s400/IMG_7280.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tIKw2X677kw/Tao1UZ1KoNI/AAAAAAAABcY/KeziVsHtQ18/s1600/IMG_7147.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tIKw2X677kw/Tao1UZ1KoNI/AAAAAAAABcY/KeziVsHtQ18/s640/IMG_7147.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Erica &amp;amp; I at the Fistual Hospital.&amp;nbsp; Actually, it's outside the Fistula Hospital because they don't let you take pics inside.&amp;nbsp; When I called to set up an appointment for a tour, they actually put Dr. Hamlin on the phone!&amp;nbsp; I know...be jealous...I spoke with the beloved and famous Dr. Hamlin!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UCaypH2gdVM/TaozbmyM82I/AAAAAAAABcU/IAY3BpsOk-0/s1600/IMG_7283.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UCaypH2gdVM/TaozbmyM82I/AAAAAAAABcU/IAY3BpsOk-0/s400/IMG_7283.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-biRA6AwVlvM/TaobSeJCiHI/AAAAAAAABaU/cOSgYzBUGMs/s1600/IMG_9960.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-biRA6AwVlvM/TaobSeJCiHI/AAAAAAAABaU/cOSgYzBUGMs/s400/IMG_9960.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Metro  Pizza has some of the very best pizza in Addis Ababa.&amp;nbsp; Take my word for  it.&amp;nbsp; We ate pizza everywhere, and this was the best!&amp;nbsp; It definitely  caters to a Western style, but the Ethiopians seem to love it too!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJTCRPbNNg/TaobTkHNdzI/AAAAAAAABaY/aDigGvehv34/s1600/IMG_9962.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJTCRPbNNg/TaobTkHNdzI/AAAAAAAABaY/aDigGvehv34/s400/IMG_9962.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Metro Pizza offers some delicious starters that are free.&amp;nbsp; Yum!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ioNeuXJOMec/TaobU9ljf4I/AAAAAAAABac/-K-0UheJn0Y/s1600/IMG_9963.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ioNeuXJOMec/TaobU9ljf4I/AAAAAAAABac/-K-0UheJn0Y/s400/IMG_9963.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the salsa they serve with the bread....delicious!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1iCRwd5s3dk/TaobdvytgZI/AAAAAAAABag/q5enZO9k9lI/s1600/IMG_9921.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1iCRwd5s3dk/TaobdvytgZI/AAAAAAAABag/q5enZO9k9lI/s400/IMG_9921.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had to add a little pic of our favorite cafe.&amp;nbsp; So yeah...it looks a little like America's fabulous Starbucks.&amp;nbsp; And we went here almost every day.&amp;nbsp; We'll miss you, Kaldi's!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L18VZdWhn5c/Taobg7_fVUI/AAAAAAAABak/o-ebEa1HN9Y/s1600/IMG_9923.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L18VZdWhn5c/Taobg7_fVUI/AAAAAAAABak/o-ebEa1HN9Y/s400/IMG_9923.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;On our last day in Addis Ababa, we decided to make a final visit to Enat Alem, the orphanage our twins spent their first few months in.&amp;nbsp; These shoes are what you put on when take your own shoes off and go inside the orphanage rooms.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dm_D8xzBeZU/Taobivj9V7I/AAAAAAAABao/TMw3I9pW004/s1600/IMG_9924.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dm_D8xzBeZU/Taobivj9V7I/AAAAAAAABao/TMw3I9pW004/s640/IMG_9924.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Etsegenet and our sweet Eliana.&amp;nbsp; Etsegenet is an amazing 9 year old with 2 year old twin sisters.&amp;nbsp; All three of them should be going home this week to be with their forever family!&amp;nbsp; We really fell in love with Etsegenet during our time at Enat Alem.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DmC-gy7_5ao/TaobkUQ-59I/AAAAAAAABas/0Ofl42t6SYA/s1600/IMG_9925.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DmC-gy7_5ao/TaobkUQ-59I/AAAAAAAABas/0Ofl42t6SYA/s640/IMG_9925.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ummm...hello handsome!&amp;nbsp; My boy is gorgeous!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n_pm1T2dHqs/Taoblhq2lII/AAAAAAAABaw/fWBjSg5alJY/s1600/IMG_9928.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n_pm1T2dHqs/Taoblhq2lII/AAAAAAAABaw/fWBjSg5alJY/s640/IMG_9928.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello, people.&amp;nbsp; Can I offer you some coffee?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ScllG1zn6DI/TaobnJxLxDI/AAAAAAAABa0/mUSgV48Mtmc/s1600/IMG_9933.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ScllG1zn6DI/TaobnJxLxDI/AAAAAAAABa0/mUSgV48Mtmc/s640/IMG_9933.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And there's their favorite nanny, Desta.&amp;nbsp; They helped her with our final coffee ceremony in Ethiopia.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m39gqvF_x3c/Taobozyu9bI/AAAAAAAABa4/no0ifBBxgfk/s1600/IMG_9935.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m39gqvF_x3c/Taobozyu9bI/AAAAAAAABa4/no0ifBBxgfk/s640/IMG_9935.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex was especially helpful by dropping the mugs on the ground.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g1OVn0QZrEM/TaobqqBLP9I/AAAAAAAABa8/jfQ-N-uCOBw/s1600/IMG_9941.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g1OVn0QZrEM/TaobqqBLP9I/AAAAAAAABa8/jfQ-N-uCOBw/s640/IMG_9941.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wes with his Daddy's boy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;So many people talk about missing Ethiopia once they are gone.&amp;nbsp; Well, I'll be honest.&amp;nbsp; Right now I don't really miss Ethiopia.&amp;nbsp; I know....I'm horrible.&amp;nbsp; But after spending week after week there, wondering if and when we would get home, right now I am just super glad to be home.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure after a little bit of time, I will be able to miss Ethiopia.&amp;nbsp; But for now, I'm just going to thank God for bringing us home, and for providing for all our needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Eliana....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;So we (the infamous Alex &amp;amp; Eliana) felt like our mom was kind of monopolizing the blog, and we weren't getting a word in edge-wise.&amp;nbsp; So we thought we'd take over today and tell you all about our adventures here in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, America.&amp;nbsp; We had heard so much about it, but nothing could have prepared us for all the wonderful adventures we were about to embark upon.&amp;nbsp; It's been a great first 2 days here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Mamma has been raving about this thing called a stroller.&amp;nbsp; She was so excited about it, but we don't understand what all the fuss is about.&amp;nbsp; I mean, we were very content with the cool Ergos.&amp;nbsp; We got to be so close to Mamma &amp;amp; Daddy.&amp;nbsp; Now in this stroller thing, we are strapped into a seat, and aren't allowed to crawl out of it.&amp;nbsp; We can't even see our mom and dad when they are pushing us around in it.&amp;nbsp; Oh well.&amp;nbsp; Maybe they'll get tired of it and put us back in those comfy Ergos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qnSmDPN6m8I/Tagdozj9t2I/AAAAAAAABZI/avsjsfvcYo8/s1600/IMG_1552.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qnSmDPN6m8I/Tagdozj9t2I/AAAAAAAABZI/avsjsfvcYo8/s400/IMG_1552.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so maybe the stroller's not &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;bad.&amp;nbsp; We get to eat food and play with stuff while we're riding in it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t12JUOGJ7EU/TagdwhUZwvI/AAAAAAAABZM/6mwDgsqonKQ/s1600/IMG_1560.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t12JUOGJ7EU/TagdwhUZwvI/AAAAAAAABZM/6mwDgsqonKQ/s400/IMG_1560.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xFqqz54i7Qg/Tagd3qAn3sI/AAAAAAAABZQ/alnB8xMNAYo/s1600/IMG_1563.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xFqqz54i7Qg/Tagd3qAn3sI/AAAAAAAABZQ/alnB8xMNAYo/s400/IMG_1563.jpg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for dinner one night, Mamma &amp;amp; Daddy took us to their favorite restaurant with our Bestemor &amp;amp; Bestefar (we hear that's Norwegian for Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa).&amp;nbsp; Outback Steakhouse.&amp;nbsp; We heard something about them being kind of "obsessed" with this restaurant, but we're not sure what that means.&amp;nbsp; All we know is that their bread is delicious!&amp;nbsp; We ate loads of it!&amp;nbsp; Mamma &amp;amp; Daddy seemed pretty happy too.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ROAvfGTPHDs/TageIWyAscI/AAAAAAAABZY/baYtEYk0rSE/s1600/IMG_1567.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ROAvfGTPHDs/TageIWyAscI/AAAAAAAABZY/baYtEYk0rSE/s400/IMG_1567.jpg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FrHzzmasA78/Tagedg00MKI/AAAAAAAABZc/b-fu9q4_pMw/s1600/IMG_1571.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FrHzzmasA78/Tagedg00MKI/AAAAAAAABZc/b-fu9q4_pMw/s400/IMG_1571.jpg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've gotten all kinds of new toys here in America.&amp;nbsp; Mamma put us in these crazy weird contraptions that play music and all kinds of dangling toys.&amp;nbsp; We weren't too sure about them at first, but realize now that they are SO fun to play in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TGscF5ZF4r0/TageoS98u0I/AAAAAAAABZg/8SwRrWwnD1U/s1600/IMG_1573.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TGscF5ZF4r0/TageoS98u0I/AAAAAAAABZg/8SwRrWwnD1U/s400/IMG_1573.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We also met our new big sister, Blue.&amp;nbsp; We thought that a big sister might look a little more like us, but Mamma &amp;amp; Daddy know everything, so they must know what they're talking about.&amp;nbsp; She is WAY cool.&amp;nbsp; She has lots of hair and it is really soft.&amp;nbsp; We were a little scared of her for the first few minutes, but now we can't get enough of her kisses and hugs. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RU8Lr8v0rqg/Tage44EPvKI/AAAAAAAABZo/uCxrAZhNav0/s1600/IMG_1581.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RU8Lr8v0rqg/Tage44EPvKI/AAAAAAAABZo/uCxrAZhNav0/s400/IMG_1581.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We try to share our food with her too.&amp;nbsp; She seems to like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zgU9ny0772s/TagdVRosAvI/AAAAAAAABY4/11bH72QF4mk/s1600/IMG_0373.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zgU9ny0772s/TagdVRosAvI/AAAAAAAABY4/11bH72QF4mk/s400/IMG_0373.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; Sometimes she tries to eat our food, though, and we don't like that as much.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WAJmfnkeWIA/Tagey8wQK1I/AAAAAAAABZk/mrK_h1reHHk/s1600/IMG_1578.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WAJmfnkeWIA/Tagey8wQK1I/AAAAAAAABZk/mrK_h1reHHk/s400/IMG_1578.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love our Bestemor and Bestefar.&amp;nbsp; They are always really nice to us, and buy us lots of toys and clothes. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nJmBiBpr0o8/Tage_E0UEPI/AAAAAAAABZs/-hbCbxC49SY/s1600/IMG_1586.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nJmBiBpr0o8/Tage_E0UEPI/AAAAAAAABZs/-hbCbxC49SY/s400/IMG_1586.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are also learning that our Daddy LOVES basketball.&amp;nbsp; He and Mamma also love something called the Kentucky Wildcats.&amp;nbsp; They keep putting clothes on us that say Kentucky Wildcats on them.&amp;nbsp; Hmmmm....Well, we thought we'd look into some basketballs to see what all the fuss is about.&amp;nbsp; They are actually kind of cool.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hTcm9SlVVZg/TagfFPMO_LI/AAAAAAAABZw/RDHUO-vHMOk/s1600/IMG_1590.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hTcm9SlVVZg/TagfFPMO_LI/AAAAAAAABZw/RDHUO-vHMOk/s400/IMG_1590.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I (Alex) know...I've already got great form. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lJBYxUkjq8Y/TagcZWef9TI/AAAAAAAABYo/a07vAXWZ-BI/s1600/IMG_0358.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lJBYxUkjq8Y/TagcZWef9TI/AAAAAAAABYo/a07vAXWZ-BI/s400/IMG_0358.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamma put me (Eliana) in this really pretty outfit.&amp;nbsp; She says it makes me look really "habesha".&amp;nbsp; I think that means Ethiopian.&amp;nbsp; It was really fun to wear.&amp;nbsp; I liked it so much I peed in it.&amp;nbsp; Mamma didn't seem to like that too much, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ClYwqkd0xdE/TagdVD86-tI/AAAAAAAABYw/t6Y1Ze18QIE/s1600/IMG_0364.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ClYwqkd0xdE/TagdVD86-tI/AAAAAAAABYw/t6Y1Ze18QIE/s400/IMG_0364.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing we don't like very much is the "jail".&amp;nbsp; Mamma &amp;amp; Daddy try to call it a gate, but we know better.&amp;nbsp; One day when we get strong enough, we are going to break through it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gi--qxgeXLY/TagdVqHZkgI/AAAAAAAABZA/iq9v7KV5cc4/s1600/IMG_0375.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gi--qxgeXLY/TagdVqHZkgI/AAAAAAAABZA/iq9v7KV5cc4/s400/IMG_0375.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So that's all for now.&amp;nbsp; We think we're really going to like it here.&amp;nbsp; America is awesome!&amp;nbsp; We do miss eating injera every day in Ethiopia, though.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully we can eat some soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-862712444727489348?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/862712444727489348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/04/thoughts-on-america-from-alex-eliana.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/862712444727489348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/862712444727489348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/04/thoughts-on-america-from-alex-eliana.html' title='Thoughts on America from Alex &amp; Eliana....'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qnSmDPN6m8I/Tagdozj9t2I/AAAAAAAABZI/avsjsfvcYo8/s72-c/IMG_1552.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-1047418837536472378</id><published>2011-04-11T11:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T11:51:26.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 87 in Ethiopia and Finally Going Home...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so here we are on day 87 in Ethiopia.  When we arrived here on January 14th, we never imagined we would have been here this long.  We have gone through so many ups and downs.  There have been times we have been so scared, and times when we have been absolutely joyful.  There is so much I could say about our experience here in Addis Ababa, but I’ll save that for later.  For now, we just want to praise God for giving us this special time with our babies, and for finally making the way for us to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t even tell you how excited we are about being home.  There are about a million and one things we are looking forward to, but most of all, we are just happy that Alex &amp; Eliana are finally forever ours, and nothing can separate us ever again.  They are two amazing little babies who bring us so much joy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in June, I had a dream that our agency called us with a referral for boy and girl twins and they were 10 months old in my dream.  I remember thinking, “Oh Lord, please don’t let them be 10 months old when we get them!”  (they were 2 ½ months old at the time of our referral)  Well, on our first full day back in the United States, our babies will be exactly 10 months old.  Wow.  I don’t think God intended for all the difficulties to happen in our case, but no matter what, He has redeemed every heart ache and road block, and for that we are so, so thankful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tomorrow, at about 10:30 in the morning, as our plane lands in Chicago, IL, our Alex &amp; Eliana will officially be American citizens.  What a miracle.  And to celebrate our departure from Ethiopia, we leave you with our one and only musings from Ethiopia.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="440" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4W-R-YsjF8Y" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-1047418837536472378?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/1047418837536472378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-87-in-ethiopia-and-finally-going.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/1047418837536472378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/1047418837536472378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-87-in-ethiopia-and-finally-going.html' title='Day 87 in Ethiopia and Finally Going Home...'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/4W-R-YsjF8Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-4194743484294646168</id><published>2011-04-08T09:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T09:33:06.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>COMING HOME!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Wes and Nina and Alex and Eliana are COMING HOME!!!!&amp;nbsp; Praise the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina may have another post to follow, but we needed to get the important announcement out fast!&amp;nbsp; They have the babies' visas in hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The family will be arriving in Lexington on TUESDAY evening at Bluegrass Airport at 6:29pm on a United flight.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet them at the airport to celebrate their long-awaited homecoming if you can!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-4194743484294646168?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/4194743484294646168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/04/coming-home.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/4194743484294646168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/4194743484294646168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/04/coming-home.html' title='COMING HOME!!!!'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-9105682432226942264</id><published>2011-04-01T22:04:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T15:15:33.329-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick, this is a blog-napping!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QOS_p7S6NfI/TZZy-6GHPBI/AAAAAAAABYc/YbqaLkdWmrA/s1600/bandit+mask.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="134" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QOS_p7S6NfI/TZZy-6GHPBI/AAAAAAAABYc/YbqaLkdWmrA/s200/bandit+mask.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some masked bandits have taken Nina &amp;amp; Wes' blog captive while they sleep!!&amp;nbsp; But these bandits have only good intentions - while the Mullins family is stuck in Ethiopia, we want to shower them with some love from their friends&amp;nbsp; - THAT'S YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wes must leave Ethiopia on Tuesday to return to work.&amp;nbsp; Nina and the babies must wait in Ethiopia for all the completed paperwork so the Embassy will clear them to travel.&amp;nbsp; So - let's help cover the extra expenses they've incurred with all these delays.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ddo5_ghfWjM/TZZ7lIxGEII/AAAAAAAABYk/99P3y21p0eA/s1600/tote+picture.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ddo5_ghfWjM/TZZ7lIxGEII/AAAAAAAABYk/99P3y21p0eA/s1600/tote+picture.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;mockup of the tote with graphic&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;b&gt;The bandits who have blog-napped the Mullins blog have partnered with &lt;a href="http://www.mycrazyadoption.org/"&gt;My Crazy Adoption&lt;/a&gt; to offer a&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; SURPRISE FUNDRAISER to help Wes &amp;amp; Nina with these unexpected costs.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FOR ONE WEEK ONLY, we are selling an awesome chocolate brown messenger bag tote for $25!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;SALE ENDED FRIDAY 4/8 at 2pm Eastern Time!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tote is 100% cotton canvas, with a front flap with antique brass turn-buckles, inside hanging zippered pocket and dimensions 12”W x 16”H x 3 ½”D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want to purchase a tote, but still want to help with homecoming funds for Wes &amp;amp; Nina, donate directly to them using their &lt;i&gt;Mullins Ethiopia Adoption Fund&lt;/i&gt; PayPal button on the right sidebar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanks for being an amazing community for Wes, Nina, Alex &amp;amp; Eliana!&amp;nbsp; Let's give them a great homecoming! And please continue to pray for their paperwork to be completed SOON.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sincerely, some masked bandits &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-9105682432226942264?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/9105682432226942264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/04/quick-this-is-blog-napping.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/9105682432226942264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/9105682432226942264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/04/quick-this-is-blog-napping.html' title='Quick, this is a blog-napping!'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QOS_p7S6NfI/TZZy-6GHPBI/AAAAAAAABYc/YbqaLkdWmrA/s72-c/bandit+mask.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-6595784948068121592</id><published>2011-03-26T21:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T21:50:59.902-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;           &lt;style&gt;@font-face {  font-family: "Cambria";}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay, now that I’ve written about our crazy-difficult struggles, I thought I would brighten up things a bit with some of our favorite things in Ethiopia….well, at the very least, they are things that bring rest to our weary souls in the midst of a very trying adoption process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Last week we went to the pool at the Sheraton for the first time in the 10 weeks we’ve been here.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Wow.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Talk about getting a little R&amp;amp;R.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was AMAZING.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I know it sounds silly to say it was amazing.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I mean, it’s just a pool with some palm trees right?&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Oh, but it is so much more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When your daily walks are composed of pollution filled streets, cars and traffic everywhere, crowded sidewalks, people begging for money, people trying to sell you everything under the sun, picket pockets, etc. etc….well, if your daily walks were composed of that, you would understand what a day at the Sheraton can do for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Sheraton is a seriously nice hotel in the middle of Addis Ababa.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It is nicer than any hotel I have ever been to, and it is outrageously expensive.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;If you had talked to me 10 weeks ago, I would have been embarrassed to say I went there, because it seemed like such an overly opulent hotel in the middle of extreme poverty.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Well, as an American staying in Ethiopia, once you’ve been here for a while, that hotel is a welcome respite from the every day life in Ethiopia.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It feels like a little slice of America, and the air is fresh and clean (I think this might have to do with all the flowers, trees, and green grass they have there).&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;There are some fantastic restaurants with delicious club sandwiches.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And then there’s the pool.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Oh the pool.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We just basked in the glory of the pool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was Alex &amp;amp; Eliana’s first time in the pool and they loved it.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They just splashed and played.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Alex had absolutely NO fear.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We were in this really shallow part of the pool, but he kept crawling/swimming deeper and deeper.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We kept having to stear him away from the deep waters.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I think he’s going to be an excellent swimmer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-cSmz-XPEsnM/TY6VazoWoOI/AAAAAAAABYE/Blk6hks2u4M/s1600/alex_pool.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-cSmz-XPEsnM/TY6VazoWoOI/AAAAAAAABYE/Blk6hks2u4M/s400/alex_pool.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-NjB93lnmm3c/TY6WYNih_II/AAAAAAAABYM/-UJQnka5ZT0/s1600/alex%2526eliana_suits.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-NjB93lnmm3c/TY6WYNih_II/AAAAAAAABYM/-UJQnka5ZT0/s400/alex%2526eliana_suits.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-WDkz_PudFSc/TY6W3VVspQI/AAAAAAAABYQ/F0YDmJvm7YE/s1600/pool.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-WDkz_PudFSc/TY6W3VVspQI/AAAAAAAABYQ/F0YDmJvm7YE/s400/pool.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rASLAyOUTmc/TY6W66Z-8oI/AAAAAAAABYU/bE8nmlChumE/s1600/poolside.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rASLAyOUTmc/TY6W66Z-8oI/AAAAAAAABYU/bE8nmlChumE/s400/poolside.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;After a little play time, the twins took a nice hour-long nap poolside, as the adults relaxed and swam some more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-tNR6T24bAKk/TY6VpWQhhHI/AAAAAAAABYI/PjVm294rXr8/s1600/alex_poolside.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-tNR6T24bAKk/TY6VpWQhhHI/AAAAAAAABYI/PjVm294rXr8/s400/alex_poolside.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don’t want to leave out the wonderful Mann family!&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They were with us too, and what would we do without them?!&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I can’t imagine having done the last 6 weeks without them.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They live in the room next door to us, and we spend at least one meal together a day.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Usually, that meal is a meal at Kaldi’s.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But the other day (Thursday) they treated us to a meal at the Sheraton in celebration of their documents being submitted to embassy (may they go home soon!!!).&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was a huge blessing to us, as we definitely needed some cheering up.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Well, the Sheraton worked.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We ate lunch, and then decided to splurge on a little poolside fun.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I just can’t tell you how relaxing it is, and how tempting it is to just want to stay there forever.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Fortunately, I think it costs a minimum of about $400 a night, so the temptation is nothing more than a sweet imagining. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We left the Sheraton around 5:30, and decided we might as well get dinner at Kaldi’s.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Oh sweet Kaldi’s.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Once again we must thank the Mann’s for really getting us into Kaldi’s.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And then the mango juice…and then the strawberry juice (holy crap it’s amazing!)…and then they introduced us to the French toast…..oh….my….goodness….some of the BEST French toast you will find in all of Ethiopia…maybe even the world.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It is AWESOME.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I would probably eat it at every meal if it was across the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-XZ-w1vSDD-k/TY6XGD6vVRI/AAAAAAAABYY/ITFu2H4_X4Q/s1600/kaldis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-XZ-w1vSDD-k/TY6XGD6vVRI/AAAAAAAABYY/ITFu2H4_X4Q/s400/kaldis.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So here’s to sweet times in Ethiopia, and sweet times with generous friends.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;May we all go home soon, and may all of this some day be but a sweet memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-6595784948068121592?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/6595784948068121592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/03/little-things.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/6595784948068121592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/6595784948068121592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/03/little-things.html' title='The Little Things...'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-cSmz-XPEsnM/TY6VazoWoOI/AAAAAAAABYE/Blk6hks2u4M/s72-c/alex_pool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-6638246640465192980</id><published>2011-03-25T14:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:19:17.912-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When the Unknown is just too much....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The last few days were a very dark time for me here in Ethiopia. There are many emotions I have gone through. I have cried many many tears, and questioned God, and wondered why this has all been so painful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 3 days ago, I lay on the bed crying. I couldn’t understand why we were hitting delay after delay. Why couldn’t one single thing go smoothly? Why were there so many questions? Why were there so few answers. We have hit snags with the birth mother. We have had the question come up about whether or not the twins could be taken away from us. We have had problems with our agency. We have had constant miscommunication with just about every person we have met here. It has been so hard. It has been overwhelming. It has been almost too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I lay on the bed crying, Wes sat down next to me and began to read scripture aloud. He read for quite a while. After he finished reading through the Word, he began to pray, and as Wes prayed he began to cry also. And there we were on our bed here in Addis Ababa, while the twins were sleeping, after 9 long weeks….and we wept. We wept together over everything. Great sobs escaped my lips, and my heart ached with the pain of everything that had happened. We had tried to be strong for so long, but we were at the end of our strength. And so we wept more. We had nothing left. God had to come through, or we would have nothing left to give. We would have nothing left to be able to continue to hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God had told us to pack our bags and get ready. He had told us to just trust Him. And yet here we were, once again, being told it could be several weeks before we left. More interviews had to be conducted. Paperwork had to be redone. Fear was plaguing us. What if we lost our babies? What if Wes had to go home ahead of me? How long would this take? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had we missed God? Had we misheard Him? Had we done something wrong? Why couldn’t one single thing go right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were the questions that were hitting us….well, mainly me. My faith had been challenged, and I felt like I was losing the challenge. I had been strong for so long. I had been positive for so long, but I felt like my tank was empty. God was going to have to come through in a big way, or I would lose all hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago, when we were actually told it would be several more weeks, I felt crushed. I felt worse than the day before. There is nothing more difficult than the unknown in the adoption process. The unknown can mean so many things. It can mean long stays. It can mean faulty paperwork. It can mean losing your children. You just don’t know, because it is unknown, and all you can do is wait on the unknown, and pray it doesn’t steal your joy away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, in the back of my mind, and in the deepest parts of my soul, I still know that God is good. I know that He is for us and not against us. And as I lay there on the bed, weeping once again, Wes said something very important to me. He said that the enemy can try and take many things away from us. He can take away our homes, our families, our possessions….but there is one thing he can never take away from us….he can never take away our intimacy with Christ. And once again, we sat there, and just entered into His presence, and into His rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I am feeling a renewed sense of hope. I am sensing a refreshing of faith and rest. God has not left us, nor will He ever leave us. Today I hold firm to that truth. I can’t tell you what tomorrow will bring, but I can tell you that we will persevere, and even after everything we will stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, we are believing in miracles, and praying that we will be able to go home next week. This will take miracles in many forms, but we know that our God is able. Would you believe with us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And just so you know we can still laugh and have fun here, we thought we'd share a little video of our booger monster. She has been quite sick, but it makes for great video footage. I'm also enjoying watching Alex try to gouge her eye out with his toy...Ah, siblings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bc11ddb2636d4db3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbc11ddb2636d4db3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330323665%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48F43A4DF7934ED1971CF08B6BD10EBAAC9D47E.1856A79C8C7E2216E3F94047F52D854125D5AE30%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbc11ddb2636d4db3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D38QkqOa_sz_OhWpju_g9CGTZcuY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbc11ddb2636d4db3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330323665%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48F43A4DF7934ED1971CF08B6BD10EBAAC9D47E.1856A79C8C7E2216E3F94047F52D854125D5AE30%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbc11ddb2636d4db3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D38QkqOa_sz_OhWpju_g9CGTZcuY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-6638246640465192980?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/6638246640465192980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-unknown-is-just-too-much.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/6638246640465192980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/6638246640465192980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-unknown-is-just-too-much.html' title='When the Unknown is just too much....'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-6669376595980549846</id><published>2011-03-17T14:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T14:15:03.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not going to write much today.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Just thought you'd enjoy a few snapshots of the regular sights that can be seen in our everyday lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Alex &amp;amp; Eliana both love looking out the windows of our room.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They love looking at the people playing in the courtyard down below. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eliana has become an expert at crawling onto and off of the shelf on the table.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She thinks she's hilarious.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;They both love crawling all over Wes.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He is like a magnet to these babies!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He is such a good daddy!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;These are the sweet times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-D5i8SShKhlY/TYJPXfKVzJI/AAAAAAAABXk/lUHs-aZA154/s1600/IMG_9506_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-D5i8SShKhlY/TYJPXfKVzJI/AAAAAAAABXk/lUHs-aZA154/s400/IMG_9506_2.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Y6H8Q2XhF5c/TYJPYIQRHRI/AAAAAAAABXo/oqtpYjufL_g/s1600/IMG_9507-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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I did a post like this in the first few weeks we were here, but I haven’t done one since we’ve had the twins, so here goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00-8:00am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in this hour of time, the twins wake up. Sometimes they are up at the same time, and sometimes it is in half hour intervals. If they wake up at the same time, you can often walk in their room and find them laughing at each other from across the room, as if one of them has just told the other a really funny joke. These are my favorite wakeup times. I love that they are enjoying one another now. At the orphanage, they didn’t interact much, so seeing them really know one another and play with one another is a real treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00-9:30/10:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is breakfast/play time. They usually have a bottle and some oatmeal during this time, and then they play with their toys. They have already learned how to be selfish (or perhaps it just comes naturally), and they are always stealing each other’s toys. It doesn’t matter if one has the exact same toy. If the other one is holding it, it is much more enticing. Right now Alex is trying to steal Eliana’s bottle of formula right out of her mouth even though he has his own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5gia8x6Fk9o/TYDBhWFd2xI/AAAAAAAABXc/2WmO-fe0ag8/s1600/alex%2526eliana_bottle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5gia8x6Fk9o/TYDBhWFd2xI/AAAAAAAABXc/2WmO-fe0ag8/s400/alex%2526eliana_bottle.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you can see, there is some good jealousy going on here.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;This is the time we also get our breakfast served in our room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00-11am/12pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is usually nap time unless we are out and about the city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12pm-1/2pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We usually have lunch around 12 or 12:30. If we are all very motivated, we leave the guesthouse to go eat with Josh, Bex &amp;amp; Mercy. Josh and Bex have been our constant companions these past few weeks. They are staying in the room right next door to us, and they are also some of my brother and sister-in-law’s very best friends. Pretty cool, actually. The got their little Mercy about four days after we got Alex &amp;amp; Eliana, so we have all been learning the joys and frustrations of parenthood together. It’s been a true blessing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, our very favorite lunch spot is Island Breeze. All seven of us hire a taxi and devour their awesome chips and salsa (the only truly good chips and salsa we have found here in Addis), and have some amazing entrée.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-5pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is afternoon naptime. As long as we are at the guesthouse during this time, the twins both usually go down during this time. Sometimes it is for an hour, and sometimes two. During this time Wes and I usually just rest. Sometimes we surf the web (if the internet is working), sometimes we read, or sometimes we just veg and watch some lame movie on our television (okay, this would mostly be my activity. Wes is much more inclined to put on some praise and worship and write in his journal.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-7pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play time once again. They are crawling up a storm these days, and their speeds are increasing exponentially. When we first arrived in Ethiopia, Alex could drag himself across the floor with his arms. Both him and Eliana had the same crawl. They both used one leg to help push them along on their bellies. Alex was really good at this, while Eliana was still learning and very slow. Now they are both quite speedy on all fours. No more dragging themselves on their bellies. Actually, Alex is cruising now. He can stand up by himself, as long as he has something to pull up on. He then cruises from one piece of furniture to another, always trying to reach for some “illegal” item that he is not allowed to touch. Eliana is just learning to pull herself up. She is not as strong as Alex yet, but she is scrappy (we call her Scrappy Doo), so she figures out how to get where she wants to go, even if it takes her a bit longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-7:30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is winding down time. Usually we feed them some oatmeal and some form of gerber baby food. We top it off with about a 4oz bottle of formula, and then hopefully lull them into a milk-drunken sleep. Eliana must be going through some kind of growth spurt or something, because she can seriously pack in the food this week. She eats and eats and eats. Alex is not quite as eager to eat all the food, but he loves his bottle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6aD6KgMMsfc/TYDBzc5pZGI/AAAAAAAABXg/1zXg4YrI-dY/s1600/IMG_1398.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6aD6KgMMsfc/TYDBzc5pZGI/AAAAAAAABXg/1zXg4YrI-dY/s320/IMG_1398.JPG" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eliana loves to eat. I think she looks like Alex here (not because of the mess, but because of the eyes).&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We seem to have broken the habit of going to sleep with a bottle. In the orphanage, they would always put them to bed with a bottle. It became a comfort item for them. Sometimes we could give Eliana an empty bottle, and she would fall asleep. This past week we started doing bedtime sans bottle. We just got them nice and full so they were still giddy on their milk-drunk. It seems to be working! Very exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30-9pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the twins are in bed, we usually order dinner from Ice Blue. They deliver to our guest house which is a HUGE blessing when you have little ones! Mercy usually goes down at the same time as the twins, so Josh, Bex, Wes and I often have dinner together. We sit and chat about life, spirituality, parenthood, movies, etc. etc. We relax and have a good time together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9-11:30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh and Bex usually go back to their room at about 9pm, so Wes and I just hang out together until we get too sleepy to stay awake. We usually watch a movie and chill. Last night it was Ice Age and Bourne Supremacy (these were the two movies that were on tv at the time. I switched back and forth between the two of them.). Okay, I will have to admit that Wes didn’t really watch those with me. He spent most of his time writing, and checking on the March Madness schedule. I’m such a couch potato!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally we lay our heads down and go to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex and Eliana usually wake up once in the middle of the night (around 3am), but it is nothing a few ounces of formula doesn’t cure. Then they are right back to sleep. Although, the last 2 nights Eliana slept through the night. I can definitely get used to that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have our days in a 24-hour time-span. It’s not bad! Once we got into some kind of schedule, we got a lot more rest and started enjoying the twins a lot more. They both have their own charming ways that melt your heart when you are the most frustrated with them. Alex may be banging on the window or wall until you want to pull your hair out, but then he crawls up to the side of the bed, pulls himself up so you just can just see him from his neck up, and a huge smile spreads across his face, as if he has just came out of hiding and surprised you. That never gets old. He has yet to show us his true personality, but we know it’s coming. We think it has taken him a bit more time to really adjust and come into his own. We think he grieved the loss of his nanny and orphanage much more than Eliana did. I can’t wait to see what kind of boy and man this little baby grows into! Eliana tends to be our easy baby, and she is hysterical. She has developed her own little personality, and it is so funny. Our favorite thing she does is to throw both of her fists up in the air as if she has something important to say, and she starts shouting, “Geh-geh, geh-geh!” It is awesome. We have no idea what she is saying, but we love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is taking some time, but bonding is taking place. It hasn’t been easy for me. I have found myself feeling like a horrible mother at times, because I just get so stinkin’ frustrated with them at times. I don’t know what is going through Alex’s head when he is crying and moaning about going to sleep. Is it because he is grieving the loss of his other life at the orphanage, or is he just being stubborn? And why is it that sometime it seems like Eliana is inconsolable? But I feel like the questions are slowly being answered, and I am starting to understand their needs better. And as this happens, I feel more capable to be a good mother, and they seem to be much happier and more comfortable with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t trade this time with Alex &amp;amp; Eliana for anything. It has been hard, but irreplaceable. I cherish it. Both Wes and I have cherished it. And now we will cherish being home in a way that others may never understand, who haven’t been through what we have been through. We started parenthood in a very unconventional way, and I am SO thankful for it. So many people talk about how they were super anal about every little thing with their first babies, and then became a lot more lax with their next children. Well, here in Ethiopia, there really is no opportunity to be anal about parenthood. I watched nannies give our babies lollipops in the orphanage. I watched them let them hold objects that were total choking hazards (no matter how many times I tried to hide the objects!). They sleep in shallow cribs where it’s VERY easy to fall out of (Eliana did! But that’s a story for another day.). These are just a few of the things you have to chill out about. It’s all a part of the experience, and needless to say, Wes and I are pretty darn laid back with Alex &amp;amp; Eliana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good. We just can’t really complain too much. But we miss home, and will definitely not complain when we get the stamp of approval to head that way! ☺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-7569684166581156566?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/7569684166581156566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-62-of-our-lives-in-ethiopia.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/7569684166581156566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/7569684166581156566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-62-of-our-lives-in-ethiopia.html' title='Day 62 of Our Lives in Ethiopia...'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5gia8x6Fk9o/TYDBhWFd2xI/AAAAAAAABXc/2WmO-fe0ag8/s72-c/alex%2526eliana_bottle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-2280875881861432757</id><published>2011-03-14T12:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T12:32:18.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 59 in Ethiopia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;es, it’s true. 59 days ago, we arrived in the beautiful land of Ethiopia. I remember walking out of the airport and into the cool night air. I breathed in the air deep, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me. We were finally here. After so many years of hoping to get to this point, that hope was finally becoming reality. We were about to meet our children for the first time. We were about to go from a family of 2 to a family of 4. It seemed almost too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here we are, 59 days later, getting ready to go home. No, we have no guaranteed date of departure yet, but we are still getting ready. About a week ago Wes felt like the Lord said to get ready to go home, just like the Lord told the Israelites to get their sandals on and their belts fastened on the night of Passover. They needed to be ready at any moment to leave. That’s when Wes started to pack our things. Of course we had no clue when we would be able to leave, but we wanted to be obedient to what the Lord had spoken to Wes. So we have two suitcases packed right now, just ready to be thrown on a plane. Do we know anything for sure? No. But we are trusting that God is taking care of everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts are nervous and eager with anticipation. We are so excited to be going home soon. I don’t think either of us has thought much about what it will feel like to leave our home of the last 2 months. We are too excited about the thought of being in our own home at last, and getting to start life with the twins in the States. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a new day filled with hope and promise. We can’t wait to see what happens next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here’s a few pics of the twins from yesterday. They took their first bath together in the bathtub. They LOVED it! They couldn’t have been any cuter. Makes me want to give them baths all the time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-kG4r1u0hSQw/TX5CcQGixOI/AAAAAAAABXM/FwEbW9vdk8M/s1600/IMG_9493.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-kG4r1u0hSQw/TX5CcQGixOI/AAAAAAAABXM/FwEbW9vdk8M/s400/IMG_9493.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-8FcilwYkiZ8/TX5CdDdbcJI/AAAAAAAABXQ/B9hQ_5HIZ0E/s1600/IMG_9496b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-8FcilwYkiZ8/TX5CdDdbcJI/AAAAAAAABXQ/B9hQ_5HIZ0E/s400/IMG_9496b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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          &lt;style&gt;@font-face {  font-family: "Cambria";}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So today is the twins' 9 month birthday.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I thought some pictures were in order.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And seriously, they just keep getting cuter and cuter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Exactly 8 weeks ago today, we met them for the first time.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It seems crazy that we've been here that long.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It's crazy that we've had them with us for a month now!&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Kind of unbelievable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Their latest activities:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-B7owq4s-8kU/TX2BTDCFKCI/AAAAAAAABW0/ggf1M2-xcM0/s1600/IMG_9309.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-B7owq4s-8kU/TX2BTDCFKCI/AAAAAAAABW0/ggf1M2-xcM0/s400/IMG_9309.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3htLSZJ8Opg/TX2BWRgPKRI/AAAAAAAABXE/44TuxUBmDYE/s1600/IMG_9374.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3htLSZJ8Opg/TX2BWRgPKRI/AAAAAAAABXE/44TuxUBmDYE/s400/IMG_9374.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alex is cruising now.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He can walk from one fixture to the next, as long as it's within his reach.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He LOVES to walk.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He has no fear at all.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Aside from when he is tired, he is a happy boy, full of energy and smiles.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When he is tired, he fights sleep as hard as he can.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He literally cries and cries even when his eyes are closed.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Can't wait for this phase to pass.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--EQYokaUhkc/TX2BXIiJ74I/AAAAAAAABXI/HYgAgMFBrZI/s1600/IMG_9476.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--EQYokaUhkc/TX2BXIiJ74I/AAAAAAAABXI/HYgAgMFBrZI/s400/IMG_9476.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fcy-490zxAI/TX2BT4I2jQI/AAAAAAAABW4/CnXgEkPqouY/s1600/IMG_9343.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fcy-490zxAI/TX2BT4I2jQI/AAAAAAAABW4/CnXgEkPqouY/s400/IMG_9343.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Eliana clapped on her own for the first time this past Wednesday.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was awesome.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I have been doing a lot of clapping and silly songs with them, but they haven't repeated anything.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The other day at the doctor's office, Eliana finally put those cute little hands together, and smiled the whole time.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She is really our easy baby right now.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She doesn't fuss much, and talks a TON.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Her 4 sounds are, geh-geh, bah-bah, da-da, and ma-ma.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7xAc4tqO0wk/TX2BU7iz1uI/AAAAAAAABW8/PUBL61ASBk0/s1600/IMG_9357.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7xAc4tqO0wk/TX2BU7iz1uI/AAAAAAAABW8/PUBL61ASBk0/s400/IMG_9357.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Mt8-7lDY2hc/TX2BVgxaF-I/AAAAAAAABXA/q2grQJY7P2g/s1600/IMG_9362.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Mt8-7lDY2hc/TX2BVgxaF-I/AAAAAAAABXA/q2grQJY7P2g/s400/IMG_9362.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;All the pics were taken at the Sheraton, if you're curious.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That is the most ridiculously nice hotel in Ethiopia.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It's pretty much the nicest hotel I've ever been to.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We just used it for a nice photo backdrop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;*praying that we will be coming home soon!&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Our documents are being submitted to the embassy soon, so we are keeping our fingers crossed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-1545321916756756467?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/1545321916756756467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-9-month-birthday.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/1545321916756756467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/1545321916756756467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-9-month-birthday.html' title='Happy 9 Month Birthday...'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-B7owq4s-8kU/TX2BTDCFKCI/AAAAAAAABW0/ggf1M2-xcM0/s72-c/IMG_9309.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-5728320543316703363</id><published>2011-03-09T14:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T14:08:18.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful for the Little Things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We have now been in Ethiopia for almost 2 months.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It’s hard to believe, but it’s true.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;In some ways, time seems to stand still here.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We often have to remind one another what day of the week it is, because there is no work schedule, and no weekly meetings to keep us on track.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Living in Ethiopia has been different.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I can’t really complain, because we have not lacked for much.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We have a nice little apartment setup here.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We have food delivered to our room every day.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We have two precious little ones who have changed our entire world.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;For the most part, we have it really good.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of course, Dorothy was right….there really IS no place like home.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I can adapt pretty well to any country and any culture you set me in, but that doesn’t change the fact that I love home.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Wes and I both love home.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We love our house and our friends, and we love our Kentucky.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And there are some things about home we pray we will never take for granted again.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So today’s post is devoted to just that….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Things we miss and will forever cherish in the United States:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Strollers:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Wow, am I excited about using our stroller!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We got ourselves a double City Mini Jogger, and it is awesome.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I already did a trial run with my buddy Lisa’s children.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It is one smooth ride, and folds up perfectly into the trunk.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;LOVE it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately, even if we had it with us in Ethiopia, it would be pointless.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;For the most part, there is no stretch of sidewalk that lasts longer than 20 feet.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Usually, it is run down or busted every few feet.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Small piles of rubble are everywhere, and strollers would be pointless.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We are SO thankful for our Ergo carriers, but it will be nice to not have to carry our babies all the time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Plus, I’d love to take a walk without having big sweaty marks all over my shirt from the little boiler makers that are our twins.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Car Seats:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Oh how I can’t wait to have car seats!!!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;After the 8 hour roundtrip with our twins the other day in a little mini-bus with no reclining seats, I am truly looking forward to car seats.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Oh my goodness!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I can only imagine what it must be like to not have an infant in your lap while you are riding in the car.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My butt would not be in pain from the hard seat, and my back wouldn’t feel like it was breaking, from trying to carefully hold my baby while we are going over bumpy roads.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I am dreaming of the day!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our own car:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Gosh do we miss having a car!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Here we pretty much have to depend on other people to do our driving.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And sometimes that means you leave late, because Ethiopian time isn’t always on track with American time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It also means you have to spend a chunk of money any time you want to go anywhere that’s not within walking distance.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We really miss being able to jump into the car any time we want.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quiet Neighborhood Strolls: In the States there have been plenty of times I didn’t feel like going for a walk in my neighborhood because I felt like there were too many people out, and I just wanted peace and quiet.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Hahhahaha (I am laughing to myself).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;What a ridiculous notion that was!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Now I am aching for that kind of stroll!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A quiet walk here would be virtually impossible!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;At least here in the city.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Any walk here would entail people constantly coming up to us and asking for money.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;People are always staring at us.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Everyone wants to come up and stare at and kiss the twins.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Traffic is never-ending.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Pollution fills the air, and there is no escaping it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So now those neighborhood strolls are sounding like a dream come true.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I can just imagine it now.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;As soon as we get home, I am going to bundle these little ones up, and we are going to take a nice afternoon walk through our neighborhood and it is going to be amazing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I will breath the air in deep, and I will gladly smile and nod at the people sharing the same street as me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our own kitchen:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Okay, so we have a kitchen here in our little apartment, but it is just a basic setup.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We have two electric burners, a sink, and a mini fridge.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We have no oven, so there is no baking taking place.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Plus, we only have a limited amount of dishes, so we are constantly washing those and bottles.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;There’s just something about your own kitchen.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I miss it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;American Grocery Stores:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;One of the reverse culture shock situations most people deal with when leaving a 3rd world country and returning to a 1st world country is grocery stores.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They are overwhelmed by the aisles upon aisles of food.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Well, right now, I am missing those aisles and all the variety.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I can’t wait to hit Kroger when we get back.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’m going to get rotisserie chicken, cookie dough,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;shredded cheese, hamburger meat, etc. etc.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’m drooling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Milk:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Well….good milk.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;If any of you know me well, you know I LOVE milk.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I LOVE it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It is like a midnight snack to me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Nothing like a tall glass of ice cold milk.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Add it to a batch of gooey chocolate chip cookies, and I’m in heaven.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The milk here bites.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I have yet to find one that tastes good.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Thank you, Aimee, for sending that powdered milk.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It’s no Horizon’s Organic Milk, but it is WAY better than what they have here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;High Chairs/Booster Seats:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Seriously, there is no way you can know how amazing high chairs are until you live without them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Ironically, since our first experience with being parents has started in Ethiopia, we can only imagine what it must be like to have high chairs accessible to you all the time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Right now we usually just sit the twins on the couch or bed, and hope they don’t move too much while we feed them their apples and bananas.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Lime Tree is the only restaurant that has had high chairs (well, ones that don’t look like death traps), and the couple times we have been there, it has been like a dream come true being able to sit the twins in a chair instead of our laps, so we can actually eat.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It’s not like we can trade off.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We have TWO babies!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Each of us has to hold one, and try and wrangle them while we attempt to get some food into our mouths.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Once again I am so happy to have the Ergo.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They often hang out in the Ergo while we eat, as long as they aren’t too hot and cry to get out.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Note to self:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I MUST buy booster seats upon arrival in the States.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That’s one item we have yet to purchase!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;ESPN:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Wes threw this one in.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Especially since we are in the peak of basketball season, we are really missing this one.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Lord let us PLEASE be home in time for March Madness!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Not really because we want to be home to watch basketball, but because we really really want to be home before the end of March!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;3G:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Wow, we really miss being able to use our iPhones.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I know that sounds shallow, and it’s probably the least of our worries, but we still miss it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Once you have access to the internet 24/7, you really miss it, and appreciate it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We might as well throw in Internet access here also.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Internet access here is kind of crappy and very inconsistent.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I miss my high speed internet.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Clean Air:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Aaaaah….clean air.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I love clean air!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Granted, after a while you kind of get used to the pollution here in the city, but you never forget about it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I especially noticed the affects when we entered the U.S. embassy a few weeks ago.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They’ve got all this green grass and flowers, and are constantly watering everything.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It’s amazing what plants and green grass can do for your air quality.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When we were there I just kept taking in deep breaths.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was so refreshing!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I just wanted to bottle up the air and take it with me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I can’t wait to be in the beautiful rolling hills of Kentucky again, and soak up all the beautiful clean air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Good Friends:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Wow.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I miss my friends.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Especially my girlfriends.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They know what this girl needs.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Aimee is especially good at anticipating my hair-playing needs, and cookie needs.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She knows me the best since we’ve been friends for the last 15 years. Lisa fulfills my funny bone (we laugh a ton together), and Angela is fantastic at getting passionate about everything I am passionate about.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Can’t wait to go to Chili’s with my girls again!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;(mmmmm…margaritas, chips &amp;amp; salsa, chicken crispers, chocolate molten lava cake….)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Blue:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;No, not the color.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Blue is our North American Retriever, and she may be the best dog I have ever known.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We miss her TONS!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She is SO sweet and loveable, and I can’t wait to introduce her to the twins.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She is SO good with kids and babies.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I think they are going to love her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Okay, I’m sure I could go on and on….and please don’t take this post to be an anti-Ethiopia post.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It’s not!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It’s just a sincere appreciation of our home, and our country, and our culture.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I love traveling the world, and I love meeting new people, and experiencing new cultures, but there will never be any place like home.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;For now, I will just go with my husband and two darlings (once they are fully strapped on in their Ergos, of course), join our friends, Josh, Bex, and their little Mercy Bear, walk down the stairs of our guest house, walk through a rocky alleyway, take a few deep breaths of exhaust fumes, and eat a good meal at Cloud 9.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; 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border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;"&gt;On Thursday&lt;/span&gt; we took our first big road trip with the twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the summer, we started sponsoring a 14 year old boy named, Brihaney,&lt;br /&gt;through Project 61.&amp;nbsp; Our sponsorship allows him to go to a private school in&lt;br /&gt;Shashamani where he is getting an education, 3 meals a day, clothing, and a&lt;br /&gt;chance at a life he wouldn’t have had otherwise.&amp;nbsp; We feel so privileged to&lt;br /&gt;be able to sponsor Brihaney.&amp;nbsp; It has been a true blessing to us.&amp;nbsp; So&lt;br /&gt;needless to say, when Sumer told us she was taking a group up to Shashamani&lt;br /&gt;on Thursday, we jumped at the chance to go, so we could finally meet&lt;br /&gt;Brihaney in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside of Wes and I, 6 other Americans came along.&amp;nbsp; It was refreshing to&lt;br /&gt;share this time with them, especially since we all sponsored children at&lt;br /&gt;Project 61.&amp;nbsp; We all packed into a little mini bus, which seats about 12&lt;br /&gt;people.&amp;nbsp; Shashamani is about 3 ½ hours away, so we settled into our seats,&lt;br /&gt;and braced ourselves for the drive ahead with two 8 month olds in our laps&lt;br /&gt;(no car seats required in this country!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex &amp;amp; Eliana were fantastic!&amp;nbsp; As we drove through the Ethiopian&lt;br /&gt;countryside, we saw beautiful landscapes covered in trees and camels.&amp;nbsp; I can&lt;br /&gt;only imagine what it all must look like during the rainy season.&amp;nbsp; It must be&lt;br /&gt;so lush and green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JIBwhth69nI/TXXSMaTwSkI/AAAAAAAABWM/Yr4G2rKhBCw/s1600/camels.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JIBwhth69nI/TXXSMaTwSkI/AAAAAAAABWM/Yr4G2rKhBCw/s320/camels.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-S7hy1q_sYc8/TXXSNLdh50I/AAAAAAAABWQ/Elt4T24nQM4/s1600/camels2.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-S7hy1q_sYc8/TXXSNLdh50I/AAAAAAAABWQ/Elt4T24nQM4/s320/camels2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have never seen so many camels.&amp;nbsp; They were everywhere!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-WN_t2oht_2Y/TXXSO9AeSKI/AAAAAAAABWY/w9ybVRAenMM/s1600/gardens.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-WN_t2oht_2Y/TXXSO9AeSKI/AAAAAAAABWY/w9ybVRAenMM/s320/gardens.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;some of the gardens at the school in Shashamani.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About half way through the ride, Eliana had a nice little explosion in her&lt;br /&gt;pants.&amp;nbsp; The pillow I was comfortably resting her on was now covered in it&lt;br /&gt;too.&amp;nbsp; So much for riding in comfort!&amp;nbsp; It was quite the scene to watch as Wes&lt;br /&gt;tried to move over 2 inches so I could somehow get a changing pad underneath&lt;br /&gt;her and clean her off.&amp;nbsp; I was working in about 2 feet of space, so it was&lt;br /&gt;nice and challenging.&amp;nbsp; But don’t worry.&amp;nbsp; There was victory.&amp;nbsp; She was changed&lt;br /&gt;and in a new outfit in no time (okay, it took a little time, but thankfully&lt;br /&gt;I had the help of several people in the bus).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally made it to the school at about &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1299566761_3" style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;"&gt;10:30&lt;/span&gt; in the morning.&amp;nbsp; We met&lt;br /&gt;Brihaney about an hour later once he got out of classes.&amp;nbsp; He is a sweet and&lt;br /&gt;quiet boy.&amp;nbsp; He is polite and very respectful.&amp;nbsp; He just has a kind and gentle&lt;br /&gt;spirit about him.&amp;nbsp; He doesn’t speak much English, but we had a few of the&lt;br /&gt;other kids translate a few things for us.&amp;nbsp; We asked him what he wanted to do&lt;br /&gt;once he was finished with school.&amp;nbsp; He said he wanted to be a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-zMRCziQE950/TXXSS84fJ_I/AAAAAAAABWs/4Wh4DY3zZO4/s1600/wes%2526boys.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-zMRCziQE950/TXXSS84fJ_I/AAAAAAAABWs/4Wh4DY3zZO4/s320/wes%2526boys.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the boys wanted to hang out with Wes.&amp;nbsp; These are several of the&lt;br /&gt;kids from Project 61.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;In the meanwhile, Eliana was being passed around from one student to&lt;br /&gt;another.&amp;nbsp; Every once in awhile she would realize she wasn’t with me, and&lt;br /&gt;would whimper to get back in my arms, but for the most part she allowed all&lt;br /&gt;the kids to enjoy her company with ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about noon, we went to eat lunch with Brihaney in the cafeteria.&amp;nbsp; I&lt;br /&gt;brought a HUGE plate of injera and sheero to share with us.&amp;nbsp; As I was&lt;br /&gt;finishing my first bite, I was alerted to a very precarious situation.&lt;br /&gt;Kelly, one of the Americans with us, motioned to Eliana (who I was carrying&lt;br /&gt;on my back at the time), and then told me not to move.&amp;nbsp; Yup.&amp;nbsp; You guessed&lt;br /&gt;it.&amp;nbsp; Another explosion.&amp;nbsp; Lucky me.&amp;nbsp; ☺&amp;nbsp; Only this time it was worse.&amp;nbsp; Because&lt;br /&gt;she had already had one earlier that day, I had wrapped an extra scarf&lt;br /&gt;around me between myself and the Ergo, just in case of leakage from my&lt;br /&gt;little girl.&amp;nbsp; Well, apparently, poo was leaking down the side of the Ergo,&lt;br /&gt;and yes….there was even a pool of poop on the floor.&amp;nbsp; I mean seriously…that&lt;br /&gt;takes some talent.&amp;nbsp; How in the world?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-L5JNOlwpzAI/TXXSR6QRuDI/AAAAAAAABWo/BMN6WaUdSl8/s1600/mullins%2526brihaney.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-L5JNOlwpzAI/TXXSR6QRuDI/AAAAAAAABWo/BMN6WaUdSl8/s320/mullins%2526brihaney.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MPYNH6B4aTk/TXXSProYhpI/AAAAAAAABWc/rx_AnaRd4Q4/s1600/IMG_9250.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MPYNH6B4aTk/TXXSProYhpI/AAAAAAAABWc/rx_AnaRd4Q4/s320/IMG_9250.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Family picture.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, Kelly was my rescuer, and she walked carefully with me outside.&amp;nbsp; We&lt;br /&gt;stopped under a tree, took the changing pad out, and she delicately helped&lt;br /&gt;me get the Ergo off along with Eliana, without getting too much goo on me.&lt;br /&gt;☺&amp;nbsp; I think the kids really enjoyed the sight.&amp;nbsp; Then Ben (another American&lt;br /&gt;with us) joined the fun.&amp;nbsp; He’s also a father, and was SO gracious and helped&lt;br /&gt;cleaned all the nastiness off of the Ergo and my scarf, as Kelly and I&lt;br /&gt;worked on myself and Eliana.&amp;nbsp; They were my saviors!&amp;nbsp; Thank you, dear&lt;br /&gt;experienced parents/friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was the excitement of my day.&amp;nbsp; Wes held Alex close in the Ergo the&lt;br /&gt;entire day, and yet Alex decided to be kind and create no messes.&amp;nbsp; So nice&lt;br /&gt;of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-h6U2KnpfwUM/TXXSTlYHhoI/AAAAAAAABWw/6BhAF669xcc/s1600/wes%2526brihaney.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-h6U2KnpfwUM/TXXSTlYHhoI/AAAAAAAABWw/6BhAF669xcc/s400/wes%2526brihaney.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doesn't Wes look good in a baby carrier?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Alex is also much more sensitive than Eliana, so he doesn’t do too well when&lt;br /&gt;other people hold him for too long.&amp;nbsp; He is a complete Daddy’s boy, and&lt;br /&gt;doesn’t want to be away from him too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brihaney was really good with the twins.&amp;nbsp; He was the only one who got to&lt;br /&gt;hold both of them, and he was very gentle and kind to them.&amp;nbsp; I love the&lt;br /&gt;pictures of him helping Alex walk.&amp;nbsp; It is not uncommon for the kids to think&lt;br /&gt;of their sponsors as family, so everyone was calling Alex &amp;amp; Eliana&lt;br /&gt;Brihaney’s brother and sister.&amp;nbsp; It was really sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-D4UM4B4ZuOc/TXXSK3deG6I/AAAAAAAABWE/1dPFVZopLxI/s1600/brihaney%2526alex.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-D4UM4B4ZuOc/TXXSK3deG6I/AAAAAAAABWE/1dPFVZopLxI/s400/brihaney%2526alex.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-dtUKIlOjguM/TXXSLdTaLqI/AAAAAAAABWI/sPrmW1I2miw/s1600/brihaney%2526eliana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-dtUKIlOjguM/TXXSLdTaLqI/AAAAAAAABWI/sPrmW1I2miw/s400/brihaney%2526eliana.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE this one of the two of them.&amp;nbsp; Eliana is our little&lt;br /&gt;smiler.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was our Thursday adventure.&amp;nbsp; Totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/--o-yKnjXetU/TXXSJer-iYI/AAAAAAAABV8/LyHtsOLg9Hg/s1600/alex%2526legs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/--o-yKnjXetU/TXXSJer-iYI/AAAAAAAABV8/LyHtsOLg9Hg/s400/alex%2526legs.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay, could that onesie be any cuter.&amp;nbsp; It's our favorite one for&lt;br /&gt;Alex.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jnpLVXKinD0/TXXSNsFylII/AAAAAAAABWU/IQ05OltlLig/s1600/eliana%2526girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jnpLVXKinD0/TXXSNsFylII/AAAAAAAABWU/IQ05OltlLig/s400/eliana%2526girl.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Z77CVfk107E/TXXSQXbriTI/AAAAAAAABWg/RE0-iPk1GfQ/s1600/livestock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Z77CVfk107E/TXXSQXbriTI/AAAAAAAABWg/RE0-iPk1GfQ/s400/livestock.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Q13zU1Q4Bd4/TXXSRCDgGHI/AAAAAAAABWk/1UdxTKrtZiY/s1600/lone_tree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Q13zU1Q4Bd4/TXXSRCDgGHI/AAAAAAAABWk/1UdxTKrtZiY/s400/lone_tree.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for updates on embassy (I know you are all waiting to hear SOME news from&lt;br /&gt;us), there isn’t much.&amp;nbsp; We are still waiting on one document in order to&lt;br /&gt;submit all of our paperwork to the U.S. embassy.&amp;nbsp; It is not a difficult one&lt;br /&gt;to obtain, though.&amp;nbsp; We should have it this week, and then perhaps we can&lt;br /&gt;come home in 2 weeks or less.&amp;nbsp; Wouldn’t that be awesome?!&amp;nbsp; We think so.&amp;nbsp; We&lt;br /&gt;will just wait and see, and trust that God has all things under control.&amp;nbsp; Of&lt;br /&gt;course, we covet your prayers so keep them coming.&amp;nbsp; We are definitely ready&lt;br /&gt;to come home, but are trusting that God knows what He’s doing.&amp;nbsp; He’s pretty&lt;br /&gt;wise, after all.&amp;nbsp; ☺ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-873341507224188166?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/873341507224188166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/03/road-trips-and-explosions.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/873341507224188166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/873341507224188166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/03/road-trips-and-explosions.html' title='Road trips and explosions....'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JIBwhth69nI/TXXSMaTwSkI/AAAAAAAABWM/Yr4G2rKhBCw/s72-c/camels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-5041632141517812797</id><published>2011-02-26T15:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T15:45:29.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on parenthood, and Today's events....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;style&gt;@font-face {  font-family: "Cambria";}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay, so I know our posts have been a bit more sporadic, but we are the new parents of twins…..Need I say more?&amp;nbsp; Okay, maybe not, but I will.&amp;nbsp; We’ve had Alex &amp;amp; Eliana full time with us for about 2 weeks now, and it has been quite the roller coaster.&amp;nbsp; But, I dare say that we might just be getting into a routine.&amp;nbsp; Exciting, right?!&amp;nbsp; We think so.&amp;nbsp; We’ve managed to get them to take naps around the same time, which is a miracle in and of itself.&amp;nbsp; Their personalities are really starting to blossom, which is awesome.&amp;nbsp; As Wes stated previously, Eliana is quite the scrappy little girl, full of spunk.&amp;nbsp; She is not at all gentle, but is always quite joyful.&amp;nbsp; She even seems to laugh and smile when she is hitting Alex over the head with their plastic hammer.&amp;nbsp; Okay…maybe that’s not a good thing.&amp;nbsp; We’ll keep monitoring this behavior.&amp;nbsp; ;)&amp;nbsp; Alex has calmed down a good bit, and seems to be coming into his own.&amp;nbsp; He is much more gentle, but much faster and stronger than Eliana, so he can crawl across the room in record time.&amp;nbsp; Of course, he still doesn’t like going to sleep, but his sister has decided to obtain this lovely quality too.&amp;nbsp; I guess that’s why we can get them to sleep around the same time.&amp;nbsp; All in all, we are making plenty of mistakes, having minor triumphs, and we are basically just winging it.&amp;nbsp; Isn’t that what most new parents do?&amp;nbsp; We are trying not to be too hard on ourselves.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ohu4P404V5E/TWlkFgtsmrI/AAAAAAAABVk/cA0co6ntPG4/s1600/IMG_8972.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ohu4P404V5E/TWlkFgtsmrI/AAAAAAAABVk/cA0co6ntPG4/s400/IMG_8972.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex is trying to breach the baby barrier.&amp;nbsp; He's happy about it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Something new that has occurred in my world is my attitude in the mornings when the twins wake up….and it’s not really a good thing. I have always been able to have a fairly good attitude when I wake up in the mornings.&amp;nbsp; I’ve never been super grouchy early in the morning or late at night.&amp;nbsp; Well…that’s all changed.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, when I wake up at night, I have a hard time getting back to sleep.&amp;nbsp; This unfortunate situation has greatly affected my morning attitude.&amp;nbsp; Now that I get up to change and feed babies in the middle of the night, I lose a lot of sleep at night.&amp;nbsp; So then I wake up sleep deprived, and I am supremely grouchy.&amp;nbsp; I find myself getting ticked at the twins for waking up at 7am every morning.&amp;nbsp; I mean seriously, don’t they know that I need my sleep?!&amp;nbsp; You’d think that by 8 months old they would have a better understanding of their mother’s needs.&amp;nbsp; Right?!&amp;nbsp; I’ve had a stern talking with both of them about the situation, but they just look at me with these innocent doe eyes, looking all cute and smiley, acting like they don’t understand a thing I am saying.&amp;nbsp; I will have to figure out some appropriate disciplinary action for these two.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;On to today’s events….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Our friends Bex &amp;amp; Josh just recently arrived here in Addis a couple of weeks ago, and also have their little Mercy girl with them.&amp;nbsp; They just passed court on Tuesday, and are enjoying the same full time parenthood that we are, here in the same guesthouse.&amp;nbsp; Today, all 7 of us made our way to the monthly Bazaar at the International Evangelical Church.&amp;nbsp; Wow, it was Ferenji (foreigner) heaven!&amp;nbsp; There were people from all over the world there, buying cultural goods from various NGOs that gather there once a month.&amp;nbsp; This church even had green grass in the courtyard!&amp;nbsp; I never knew what a difference grass and flowers could do for the air quality, but when you live in very polluted city, you notice the difference.&amp;nbsp; It felt nice to be there today.&amp;nbsp; I even mustered up some courage to speak in Norwegian to a man I noticed in front of me, with a Norway branded bag.&amp;nbsp; I was seriously proud of myself when he responded in a different dialect than I speak, and I actually understood half of what he said!&amp;nbsp; And in very un-classic Norwegian style, he was super friendly to me and even wanted to introduce me to his son and daughter-in-law, and new grandchild.&amp;nbsp; Hope you’re proud of me, Mamma!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-DQz28s51hUk/TWlk-jSYyDI/AAAAAAAABVo/9M6NxFqnGUI/s1600/IMG_8980.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-DQz28s51hUk/TWlk-jSYyDI/AAAAAAAABVo/9M6NxFqnGUI/s400/IMG_8980.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The NGO Bazaar. Ahh...green grass.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NRr9gw4VSfk/TWllPv_Fs7I/AAAAAAAABVs/rjeni0WDyt8/s1600/IMG_8990_small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NRr9gw4VSfk/TWllPv_Fs7I/AAAAAAAABVs/rjeni0WDyt8/s400/IMG_8990_small.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Josh, Bex and Mercy. Beautiful family!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-BMz9xFOPHsk/TWllYEcrLvI/AAAAAAAABVw/0fayzIYpt7Y/s1600/IMG_8998_small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-BMz9xFOPHsk/TWllYEcrLvI/AAAAAAAABVw/0fayzIYpt7Y/s400/IMG_8998_small.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gorgeous little Mercy!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;After the Bazaar, we headed to lunch at Metro Pizza, a new little gem of a restaurant that we just discovered.&amp;nbsp; Fabulous pizza, and a really trendy atmosphere.&amp;nbsp; We loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Metro, we dropped Bex &amp;amp; Josh and Mercy Bear off at our guesthouse, and then headed over to our orphanage, since they were having a birthday party for some of our favorite girls.&amp;nbsp; It was so special to be a part of this.&amp;nbsp; I have to say that when I am at this orphanage, it is the one place I really feel connected to Ethiopia.&amp;nbsp; There no one is asking us for money, or taking advantage of us, or conning us….we are simply friends sharing a common bond.&amp;nbsp; It is really beautiful, and it makes my heart feel good.&amp;nbsp; I feel like more than a ferenji.&amp;nbsp; I feel like a friend and sister. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-EqNXOYCGga0/TWllgIuVePI/AAAAAAAABV0/E1smOH096iQ/s1600/IMG_9084.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-EqNXOYCGga0/TWllgIuVePI/AAAAAAAABV0/E1smOH096iQ/s400/IMG_9084.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our favorite people in Ethiopia... nannies and children at our orphanage. We love them so much!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It had been a week since we had been there, and they had a new arrival….a little boy.&amp;nbsp; The nannies who were there today were unsure of his age or circumstances.&amp;nbsp; All I can say is this is the first time I have seen a baby look like the pictures I used to see of Ethiopia in National Geographic when I was a child.&amp;nbsp; I remember even trying to do a pencil drawing of a picture I saw in the magazine, of a little boy who was starving.&amp;nbsp; This little baby boy at the orphanage is so emaciated.&amp;nbsp; When he cried, all the skin on his face became wrinkles, and he looked like an old man, because he had no fat on his body at all to fill out his cheeks, or any part of his body.&amp;nbsp; His little ribs were excruciatingly visible.&amp;nbsp; The skin was sagging on his arms.&amp;nbsp; He has little tufts of hair on his head, patchy because of little scabs that were spread all over his scalp.&amp;nbsp; He is so frail.&amp;nbsp; I sat there and held him, kissed his face, and even fed him a little from a bottle.&amp;nbsp; He occasionally let out a little whimper.&amp;nbsp; And then the tears just started falling.&amp;nbsp; I cried and cried over him, all the while praying for Jesus to reveal himself to this little one.&amp;nbsp; I guess the nannies felt bad for me, because they kept saying, “It’s okay.&amp;nbsp; It’s okay.”&amp;nbsp; The nurse said, “He needs pray and love.”&amp;nbsp; I nodded my head in agreement.&amp;nbsp; Oh how I long to see this little miracle healed and filled with joy.&amp;nbsp; His eyes were so sad.&amp;nbsp; We are just praying that light will fill his eyes soon, and his body will be filled with nourishment and healing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another day in Ethiopia…..And no matter how difficult it can be sometimes, I am grateful for every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Qinb0-bBgRg/TWllsQqv8bI/AAAAAAAABV4/0szjoiOZuyU/s1600/IMG_9099.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Qinb0-bBgRg/TWllsQqv8bI/AAAAAAAABV4/0szjoiOZuyU/s400/IMG_9099.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;More of the people we love.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-5041632141517812797?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/5041632141517812797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/02/thoughts-on-parenthood-and-todays.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/5041632141517812797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/5041632141517812797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/02/thoughts-on-parenthood-and-todays.html' title='Thoughts on parenthood, and Today&apos;s events....'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ohu4P404V5E/TWlkFgtsmrI/AAAAAAAABVk/cA0co6ntPG4/s72-c/IMG_8972.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-5430720621039038027</id><published>2011-02-25T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T10:56:43.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Play by play with the Mullins Twins....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Post from Wes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been nearly a week since there has been a post, and to our faithful readers we say we’re sorry to have kept you waiting. It has been a tougher transition than either of us thought. If you add up all the adoption stresses, court delays, crying babies, lack of sleep, pediatrician visits, and personal sickness then you would get a taste of our last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are Highlights from Day 1 till now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 1:&lt;/em&gt; It is a very surreal feeling to be taking Alex and Eliana from the orphanage. It is more like an extended visit where they will stay with us for an entire day. Both of them slept great during the day, naptime was so easy. They acted just like they did in the orphanage. But things took a different turn when night came. Eliana was crying and it was taking some soothing to get her quieted down. As we were getting them ready for bed, I was lying on the bed with Eliana on my stomach and Nina was changing Alex. I started singing to Eliana and I saw Nina leave the room for a second (to throw away the dirty diaper), but it didn’t register that Alex could roll off. I kept singing but out of the corner of my eye I saw feet fly up in the air as Alex face planted on the floor. The bed is about 15-18 inches from the floor so it could have been much worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He screamed and cried real tears. The parquet floor left and imprint on his forehead and he had a cut just under his nose. I knew this day would come, just didn’t know it would come on the first day. I told Nina later, “Well, we got that out of the way.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 2:&lt;/em&gt; (From my Journal) We brought them home yesterday. It was an awesome day. Alex is growing really attached to me. Also today he cried when Nina left the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 3:&lt;/em&gt; (From my Journal) This is more tiring than I thought, well not really but I am not used to not sleeping. I am so on edge with the worry that they will fall out of these shallow cribs; Alex already climbs up on the sides. I have installed pillows and blankets on the floor (around the crib) in case he gets heroic. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have changed dozens of “crappy” diapers, there have been a few epic ones, ones that have been up the back, coming out the sides and dripping down the legs. But I really don’t care. I love being a Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been wonderful to have them recognize us, even in a crowded room. (I was playing basketball while Nina was holding him, and Alex was smiling and laughing at me. I was at least 40-50 ft away and he rarely took his eyes off of me.) Right now I am too tired to write too much. Going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 7:&lt;/em&gt; (from Journal) The reason I haven’t kept up with my journal, parenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them to death but they are wearing me (us) out. Right now they are sleeping, which with Alex is always a gift. Alex is at war with sleep. It is a daily combat zone when he gets tired. 2 days ago he turned into a possessed child, kicking and screaming, slapping and yelling just to keep himself awake. He did it today too, but I prevailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am going to institute a new strategy to face the bizarre-Alex (sleepy Alex); I am going to let him play until he wears out…as long as I (we) have the engery. [he just woke up, so journaling is on hold for a while]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[…] I am back; bathroom break. Who would have thought that bathroom time would become a commodity (commodity, get it?...you know commode?...never mind). The times have changed. […]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[…] We just put them down for round 2 of naptime. Naptime is a wonderful event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 8:&lt;/em&gt; An exhausted Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at “War” last night with Alex. He didn’t nap much and he wasn’t going to go to bed. So I sat on the floor with him for about 3 hours, 3 hours after Eliana went peacefully to bed. [Remember my plan to wear him out? I was putting it in to play].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one of those hours he played with a plastic case, for the entire hour. He would just turn it over and over in his hands as if it held some undiscovered truth. My plan was kind of working, he was rubbing is eyes and yawning but he refused to close his eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina came in and picked him up and tried to rock him to sleep. She had just woke the sleeping giant or crossed in to enemy territory. I didn’t know a child could cry so fiercely and not be in unbearable pain or scared out of their minds. She rocked and rocked and rocked and rocked to no avail; this boy has an iron will. Funny thing, the whole time his eyes were closed. Nina went for reinforcements, a 6oz. bottle of formula and the big bad Hulk transformed into a precious, sleeping little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add to the frustration he is no longer eating rice cereal or baby food. He will only take his bottle and then only some of the time (I think we did the switch to Amercian formula too fast, so we went and bought some Ethiopian formula to mix in, that has helped a little). There is a small bit of rejection that comes when your child won’t eat when they are hungry or sleep when they are sleepy. It makes you feel like that you can’t even meet the most basic needs of your children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What magnifies your ineptitude is the plethora of comments and advise, it seems everyone has an opinion and those opinions are conflicting and illogical at times. But hey, what do I know? This is my first rodeo…maybe they are all right and I should do everything. Just really frustrated right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 11:&lt;/em&gt; Our sick little girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eliana has been battling congestion since she was in the orphanage. It has grown worse over the last few days. We took her to the Brook hospital to see a pediatrician. The facility was great, sorta upscale for where we have been before. 100 birr a piece (about USD $6.50) for both Alex and Eliana. We thought that we would have them checked for parasites while we were there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything checked out okay. The doctor gave us a presciption, 15.75 Birr for the meds (not even a dollar). Now that I like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[…] this is turning into a lousy day. My allegories have kicked in and they have come with a vengeance. My head is about 3x the normal size, at least it feels that way. I have an unending supply of mucus dripping down my throat and running down my nose. Nina has it as well, such a bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the toll of stress, lack of sleep and climate change (it is getting hotter here because of summer) has added up to both of us becoming susceptible to this attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 12:&lt;/em&gt; The night from Hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was horrible. I was so close to having a mental breakdown. Both Nina and I are suffering from symptoms and this has made sleep much harder for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both the twins went down at 7:00pm and Nina had fallen asleep on the bed in our other room (at about 11pm), so I went to check on Eliana. I was going to let Nina sleep in the other room as long as she needed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked in to the room and she was having a coughing fit, nearly choking. I thought that she was having an allergic reaction to the medicine. I race to her side and pick her up, gently patting her back. I brought her in to the other room, Nina woke up, and we stayed for a few minutes. When we all decided to go to bed and I laid Eliana down she started crying. It started at 12am and it felt like it would never end. We tried letting her cry for a couple minutes to see if that would work, but no dice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened next was a culmination of 12 days of this non-stop routine. I couldn’t get to sleep for her crying. I can’t breathe because of my own congestion. A few times Nina got up and rocked her to a slumber, but as soon as she laid her down she started the shrillest cries ever. They cut straight to the heart, and they were saying, “Meet my need! Why can’t you meet my need?!?!” I sit straight up with my head in my hands just freaking out, not sure what to do; Nina takes Eliana into the next room and stays there. I go to the roof top to clear my head. I am there for about five minutes and I hear the Lord say, “Your son Needs you.” So I went back down, crawled into bed and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[…] I woke up the next morning with my right eye so full of gunk that I couldn’t see out of it. And it took me a few minutes of hacking and coughing just to breath…this sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here are some things you should know:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We think we know why there are behavioral changes in Alex and Eliana, i.e. eating and sleeping habits. There is some grieving and protesting going on. It makes total sense. They were docile the first few days and then the gloves came off. Which is a very common theme in the adoption world. So we are not complete failures at this parenting thing. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I took Alex in the bed room because he was being extra crunchy-tired boy and I said we are going to sleep. So I built a fort on the bed, I call it For Miki (they called him Miki at the orphanage). I let him scour the perimeter so he would see there was no way out. He pulled up on Daddy’s legs smiling and laughing and dancing. I said, “Son, you aren’t fooling anyone. Everyone saw the yawning and the eye rubbing so just give in.” After a few minutes I started singing. It was like some one flipped the quiet switch. He just put his head on my chest as I sang him to sleep. Then Daddy crawled under the covers beside of him and we took a 4 hour Daddy and Alex nap. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NEWS FLASH!!!! NEWS FLASH!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought that Eiana was all girl: petite, delicate, sweet, etc. Well, she is not that at all. She is not even the cuddling type. Sorry Bestemor, but she is not all girl. Just ask Alex, who daily gets a dose of her blows. One day it was a plastic hammer to the head, 3 times in a row, and she was smiling and giggling the whole time. The next day she grabbed handfuls of his hair. But I must say that she loves kisses and tickling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smacks you hard in the face or brings her legs to your chest or chin with a scissor-like motion but with great velocity. She has no idea what kind of force those little hands and feet pack. We (Nina) has had to correct her many times in this area, as Nina has also had her hair pulled and has been smacked in the face. The bad part is that Eliana is just smiling and laughing as she does it. There doesn’t appear to be a gentle bone in the girl’s little body. Also, Eliana is starting to pull up on her crib and other things around the apartment, so that is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are getting a real taste of their personalities. When we tell Alex “no”, he looks at you and will try again but after a few “no’s” he will go way or just stare at you to see if you are going to look away so he can proceed with the prohibited items. Eliana just bursts out in tears. She gets her feelings hurt when she gets corrected. It is going to be cool to see how their personalities evolve and change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to take this but as close as we got to Alex and Eliana at the orphanage we still have to gain their trust with their lives. We were only there 3 hours a day. No matter how much we knew that we were their parents, to them we were just visitors and their Nannies were the ones who were going to meet all of their needs. This is why all the protesting and behavioral changes are occurring now. Once that truth clicked in my mind I was/am much more at peace with things now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should now be up to speed with the Mullins Family. Thanks for stopping by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. We got our court decree, so now it's just a matter of our agency getting everything to embassy, so we can get approved for an embassy appointment. Pray for our agency staff here, that they can get all the required documents they need in order to get us home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-5430720621039038027?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/5430720621039038027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/02/play-by-play-with-mullins-twins.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/5430720621039038027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/5430720621039038027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/02/play-by-play-with-mullins-twins.html' title='Play by play with the Mullins Twins....'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-1549716456880942399</id><published>2011-02-18T11:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T11:13:55.029-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meetcha day'/><title type='text'>Family Pictures....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, so yesterday you met the twins, and because so many have requested  it, I am sharing some pics from the first day we met our miracles.&amp;nbsp; It  was such a special day that we will never forget.&amp;nbsp; Truly amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All pictures by the amazing Cara Dee Photography!&amp;nbsp; We love you, Cara Dee!&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gfOoqEf29aI/TV6YAOFOohI/AAAAAAAABU8/4rYu-ZU9u9Y/s320/Intro_015b.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; First sign we saw as we got of the plane in &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1298044523_3" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;"&gt;Addis Ababa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rTnv4WJU9oY/TV6YBy0P6NI/AAAAAAAABVE/uCYxyLcKiME/s1600/Intro_017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rTnv4WJU9oY/TV6YBy0P6NI/AAAAAAAABVE/uCYxyLcKiME/s320/Intro_017.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eagerly waiting to hold them. We could see them across the courtyard in this picture.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KHrWeTwax0I/TV6YCXr3pdI/AAAAAAAABVI/aYwqLfOBSc8/s1600/Intro_018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KHrWeTwax0I/TV6YCXr3pdI/AAAAAAAABVI/aYwqLfOBSc8/s320/Intro_018.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p1TPY2-9Jh8/TV6YDFdd3eI/AAAAAAAABVM/hfO48ycBlPU/s1600/Intro_019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p1TPY2-9Jh8/TV6YDFdd3eI/AAAAAAAABVM/hfO48ycBlPU/s320/Intro_019.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mcZoVt9v568/TV6YDvPX-yI/AAAAAAAABVQ/pqliau4xodg/s1600/Intro_020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aIRKzAyKNLM/TV6YExrsAXI/AAAAAAAABVY/x-8jve-CCD8/s1600/Intro_022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aIRKzAyKNLM/TV6YExrsAXI/AAAAAAAABVY/x-8jve-CCD8/s320/Intro_022.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bFnESb77rBI/TV6YFgOXKtI/AAAAAAAABVc/Q2GkRdMslbE/s1600/Intro_023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bFnESb77rBI/TV6YFgOXKtI/AAAAAAAABVc/Q2GkRdMslbE/s320/Intro_023.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4OsS9NlyzTc/TV6YBPXi3NI/AAAAAAAABVA/AhtXPgEYVxA/s1600/Intro_015c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4OsS9NlyzTc/TV6YBPXi3NI/AAAAAAAABVA/AhtXPgEYVxA/s320/Intro_015c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-1549716456880942399?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/1549716456880942399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/02/family-pictures.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/1549716456880942399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/1549716456880942399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/02/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures....'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gfOoqEf29aI/TV6YAOFOohI/AAAAAAAABU8/4rYu-ZU9u9Y/s72-c/Intro_015b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-4691528237614397399</id><published>2011-02-17T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T10:43:08.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.....Eliana Tizita Mullins and Alexander Mikiyas Mullins!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the greatly anticipated post is finally here! We have passed court, and are now the proud full-time parents of Eliana and Alex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had these two little ones for several days now, and it has been awesome. I would be lying if I said I wasn't tired. Wow. Wes and I are exhausted! But it is the most beautiful exhaustion we could ask for. It is so worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day we left the orphanage, the nannies cried. It was so bittersweet. Fortunately, we've been back since, and we will be going back again many times before we leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt amazing and surreal to bring these two little miracles home with us. As we were climbing into the van to go back to our guesthouse, I could hardly believe we were finally going to be with Alex &amp;amp; Eliana 24/7. I just didn't seem real. After 5+ years of waiting to bring children into our family, this was it. This was the miracle of all miracles. Simply amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got back to the guesthouse, we gave them both baths. Not because they were dirty, but because we were just excited to give our children baths for the first time in our care. They loved the water. We used the sinks in the bathroom, and they just splashed and splashed. We dried them off, put yummy smelling lotion all over their beautiful brown skin, and just soaked in the goodness of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that overall, these two are some of the happiest babies I have known. They are so easy to please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex is all boy. He loves to get into everything. He is much stronger than Eliana, so he can crawl pretty fast, and can pull up to standing and grab things off of shelves. He apparently hates sleeping, so no matter how tired he is, he will fight it. He will rub his eyes, lay down on the ground, but sleep is not an option. Fortunately, this translates into about 11 hours of sleep at night. Score. He laughs all the time, and he is absolutely attached to Wes. He is ALL daddy's boy. I am second in line, but I don't mind. He laughs a lot, and is full of mischief. Love him to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uETQPcSMylU/TV0-q8V8FgI/AAAAAAAABUY/mNp-lw5UOaA/s1600/Intro_002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uETQPcSMylU/TV0-q8V8FgI/AAAAAAAABUY/mNp-lw5UOaA/s400/Intro_002.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nEZBgKyg8VU/TV0-w0yfSrI/AAAAAAAABUc/YlrFiR98R2c/s1600/Intro_006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nEZBgKyg8VU/TV0-w0yfSrI/AAAAAAAABUc/YlrFiR98R2c/s400/Intro_006.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xMK5DoXcmEo/TV0-1MzBfDI/AAAAAAAABUg/W21aKkccIZI/s1600/Intro_008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xMK5DoXcmEo/TV0-1MzBfDI/AAAAAAAABUg/W21aKkccIZI/s400/Intro_008.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex's first bath&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vohut2lRcho/TV0-60ARHVI/AAAAAAAABUk/i4y7gPqQ1j0/s1600/Intro_011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vohut2lRcho/TV0-60ARHVI/AAAAAAAABUk/i4y7gPqQ1j0/s400/Intro_011.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desta &amp;amp; Alex&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eliana is all girl. She is petite and delicate. She has the most awesome smiles, as she is still fairly toothless. She has a hilarious little face she makes when she thinks something is funny. She is SO easy. She just sits in her little spot, and laughs and coos while she plays with her toys. She takes good naps during the day, and is a fantastic eater. Everything makes her smile. And when she sleeps she is either curled up in a ball, or has both arms spread wide out while her legs are spread out in an all out split. It is SO cute! She still wakes up a couple times at night, but a little formula put her right back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3NKW9yRrEwg/TV04WWADnYI/AAAAAAAABUA/UvLGmJgSa8A/s1600/Intro_001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3NKW9yRrEwg/TV04WWADnYI/AAAAAAAABUA/UvLGmJgSa8A/s400/Intro_001.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eliana&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EZUuXbUNEfk/TV04YotlUTI/AAAAAAAABUE/sS3GQSu6H4A/s1600/Intro_003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EZUuXbUNEfk/TV04YotlUTI/AAAAAAAABUE/sS3GQSu6H4A/s400/Intro_003.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eliana&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PkX4nuV1SI0/TV04gHf2obI/AAAAAAAABUM/ZvVdaYKxQd4/s1600/Intro_007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PkX4nuV1SI0/TV04gHf2obI/AAAAAAAABUM/ZvVdaYKxQd4/s400/Intro_007.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eliana&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XtCW07jHRVA/TV04c2NSs8I/AAAAAAAABUI/0g9q9G8Pg3c/s1600/Intro_005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XtCW07jHRVA/TV04c2NSs8I/AAAAAAAABUI/0g9q9G8Pg3c/s400/Intro_005.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eliana&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BFPZPToytYk/TV04q8eL1FI/AAAAAAAABUU/uhxjbVv_q_Q/s1600/Intro_010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BFPZPToytYk/TV04q8eL1FI/AAAAAAAABUU/uhxjbVv_q_Q/s400/Intro_010.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eliana - photo by Cara Dee Photography&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bXY7rPDv3h8/TV04omJdgNI/AAAAAAAABUQ/yxsT2918b9E/s1600/Intro_009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bXY7rPDv3h8/TV04omJdgNI/AAAAAAAABUQ/yxsT2918b9E/s400/Intro_009.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Eliana&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;They both like to bang each other on the heads with their hands or toys, and they both think it is hilarious. They are both crawling, so there's no leaving them alone for even a second. We are definitely kept on our toes all day. Again....so worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And now we wait. We have to wait on paperwork from court to go through. We have to wait for our obligation letter to come back from the U.S. Then we have to wait on our embassy date. We are just praying it will go quickly. We love Ethiopia so much, but we are eager to get home also to have some good time together as a family in our own surroundings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Thank you again and again for all your continued prayers. You have no idea how much we have felt them. Simply amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Signing off for now to got change some diapers....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Eob90pFbAls/TV0_xlxCQTI/AAAAAAAABUo/Bxm2qOoppDQ/s1600/Intro_012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Eob90pFbAls/TV0_xlxCQTI/AAAAAAAABUo/Bxm2qOoppDQ/s400/Intro_012.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nurse &amp;amp; Eliana&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3A8u-7Dr3YM/TV0_35i9gpI/AAAAAAAABUs/bs-Ess0LMUc/s1600/Intro_013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3A8u-7Dr3YM/TV0_35i9gpI/AAAAAAAABUs/bs-Ess0LMUc/s400/Intro_013.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nurse &amp;amp; Alex&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WDHq6lt0jyU/TV0_85T4c2I/AAAAAAAABUw/cuKQm7aACyI/s1600/Intro_014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WDHq6lt0jyU/TV0_85T4c2I/AAAAAAAABUw/cuKQm7aACyI/s400/Intro_014.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mine &amp;amp; Wes' hands on Eliana's little chest&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Um5hiYs7bc4/TV1ABWNacCI/AAAAAAAABU0/Zpa_uz3MW5w/s1600/Intro_015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Um5hiYs7bc4/TV1ABWNacCI/AAAAAAAABU0/Zpa_uz3MW5w/s400/Intro_015.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desta &amp;amp; Alex&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0N_1sx2qs8Q/TV1AE2mjwxI/AAAAAAAABU4/PBGGets2wbo/s1600/Intro_016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0N_1sx2qs8Q/TV1AE2mjwxI/AAAAAAAABU4/PBGGets2wbo/s400/Intro_016.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Nannies, nurse &amp;amp; twins&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-4691528237614397399?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/4691528237614397399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/02/introducing.html#comment-form' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/4691528237614397399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/4691528237614397399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/02/introducing.html' title='Introducing...'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uETQPcSMylU/TV0-q8V8FgI/AAAAAAAABUY/mNp-lw5UOaA/s72-c/Intro_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-1522112489007355792</id><published>2011-02-11T15:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T15:00:24.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Verdict on our Case...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Okay, so I know so many of you have been waiting on pins and needles&lt;br /&gt;to hear on the final verdict for our case today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will just go ahead and tell you, and give you the rest of&lt;br /&gt;the story after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE PASSED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE PASSED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it’s true. &amp;nbsp;We went to the orphanage this morning, thinking we’d&lt;br /&gt;hear something while we were there. &amp;nbsp;But 1pm came, our driver picked&lt;br /&gt;us up at the orphanage, we went back to our guest house, went for&lt;br /&gt;lunch, got back to our guest house again, and still nothing….This did&lt;br /&gt;not make me feel good, but I still had hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents and Wes went downstairs for a bit to have coffee in the&lt;br /&gt;lobby. &amp;nbsp;I laid down on our bed, and just rested for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had met up with a family that had court today, and they told us&lt;br /&gt;that court was delayed until the afternoon, so we figured that the&lt;br /&gt;same would be true for us. &amp;nbsp;A little more hope….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After laying in bed for a bit, Wes came up and decided to rest for a&lt;br /&gt;bit too. &amp;nbsp;But after just a couple of minutes, at 4:04 pm our agency&lt;br /&gt;rep called us. &amp;nbsp;My heart started to race. &amp;nbsp;I was so nervous. &amp;nbsp;I could&lt;br /&gt;hear her over the phone say to Wes, “Why haven’t you called me today?&lt;br /&gt;Do you not care about your case?” &amp;nbsp;Yeah, she was kidding. &amp;nbsp;A good&lt;br /&gt;sign. &amp;nbsp;Besides…we didn’t call because we didn’t want to be a pain. &amp;nbsp;We&lt;br /&gt;knew she would call us when she knew anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally she told us that MOWA had written positive comments and&lt;br /&gt;approved our case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALLELUJIA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all so much for praying. &amp;nbsp;We know it absolutely helped!&lt;br /&gt;We are rejoicing today, and in just a couple of days, those little&lt;br /&gt;ones will be with us full time (They are saying Monday. &amp;nbsp;Happy&lt;br /&gt;Valentine’s Day to us!). &amp;nbsp;WOOOOOHOOOOOOOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a good good day here in Ethiopia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-1522112489007355792?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/1522112489007355792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/02/final-verdict-on-our-case.html#comment-form' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/1522112489007355792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/1522112489007355792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/02/final-verdict-on-our-case.html' title='The Final Verdict on our Case...'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-4840564011021379601</id><published>2011-02-11T07:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T07:59:26.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope and knots in the waiting....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Today is the day. &amp;nbsp;Today is the day they decide if they will approve&amp;nbsp;our court case. &amp;nbsp;I’m not going to lie. &amp;nbsp;My stomach has a few knots in&amp;nbsp;it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to wait to write a post until after we heard news of&amp;nbsp;MOWA’s decision on our case, but I decided I wanted to have a record&amp;nbsp;of my feelings before that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly…. I’m nervous. &amp;nbsp;I’m a bit scared. &amp;nbsp;Let me rewind to yesterday’s events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we were at the orphanage when we got a call from our agency&amp;nbsp;rep here in Ethiopia. &amp;nbsp;She said she was going to come by the orphanage&amp;nbsp;to talk to Wes and I. &amp;nbsp;She wouldn’t tell us what she wanted to talk to&amp;nbsp;us about, but we knew that she had just been to MOWA to speak to them&amp;nbsp;about our case. &amp;nbsp;I was terrified. &amp;nbsp;I was holding Eliana at the time,&amp;nbsp;and I was seriously restless. &amp;nbsp;I just kept kissing her head, pretty&amp;nbsp;much comforting myself in the process. &amp;nbsp;During the wait, one of the&amp;nbsp;nannies told me she was leaving. &amp;nbsp;Apparently she had gotten a new job&lt;br /&gt;(at least I hope that is what I understood). &amp;nbsp;She was crying, and&amp;nbsp;saying goodbye to everyone. &amp;nbsp;All the nannies had tears streaming down&amp;nbsp;their faces. &amp;nbsp;Oh how my heart ached! &amp;nbsp;After she left, I walked into&amp;nbsp;the twins’ old room (they just moved all the babies from our room into&amp;nbsp;the same room as the toddlers a couple of days ago). &amp;nbsp;I set her down&amp;nbsp;next to me, and played with her as she just cooed and smiled. &amp;nbsp;In the&amp;nbsp;midst of the play, I felt sick to my stomach. &amp;nbsp;I was running a hundred&amp;nbsp;scenarios through my mind about what she could possibly want to talk&amp;nbsp;to us about. &amp;nbsp;Why couldn’t she have told us over the phone? &amp;nbsp;Did&amp;nbsp;something go wrong with the twins’ paperwork? Did the birthfather&amp;nbsp;show up and want them back? &amp;nbsp;Were they going to tell us that the&amp;nbsp;adoption could not be completed? &amp;nbsp;These were just a sampling of the&amp;nbsp;questions that were going through my head. &amp;nbsp;And while I am not&amp;nbsp;typically a pessimist, I was already trying to prepare myself for the&amp;nbsp;worst outcome. &amp;nbsp;I was trying to tell myself that no matter what, God&amp;nbsp;was in control. &amp;nbsp;No matter what, God knew what was best for Wes and I&amp;nbsp;and the twins. &amp;nbsp;No matter what, I would still love Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our agency rep arrived. &amp;nbsp;She is such a refined and beautiful woman,&amp;nbsp;who walks with great poise. &amp;nbsp;Her hair always looks just right, and she&amp;nbsp;dresses in the latest fashion trends every day of the week. &amp;nbsp;She’s&amp;nbsp;gorgeous. &amp;nbsp;As I saw her walking across the courtyard, I made my way&amp;nbsp;outside, with Eliana still in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled big and greeted me with the typical three times cheek kiss.&amp;nbsp;Okay, perhaps that smile marked a hint of good news….a hint of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat down in the manager’s office and she said, “Well, I don’t have&amp;nbsp;the best news, but it is not terrible news.” &amp;nbsp;I immediately felt&amp;nbsp;relief. &amp;nbsp;Wes and I both did. &amp;nbsp;When she asked us how we were doing, we&amp;nbsp;both said we were nervous because we thought she was going to give us&amp;nbsp;terrible news. &amp;nbsp;She told us it was nothing like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She proceeded to tell us that MOWA was now requiring a new document.&amp;nbsp;It wasn’t one they had asked for before. &amp;nbsp;It was simply one they&amp;nbsp;recommended people have. &amp;nbsp;Apparently all the agencies were in upheaval&amp;nbsp;because of this new requirement. &amp;nbsp;They wanted a separate document that&amp;nbsp;stated we were aware that we needed to give 3, 6, and 12 month post&amp;nbsp;placement reports, and yearly reports thereafter to be done by us. &amp;nbsp;It&amp;nbsp;didn’t matter that our homestudy stated that we were aware of this.&amp;nbsp;It didn’t matter that we had already paid for the post placement&amp;nbsp;reports. They wanted a sheet of paper that was notarized and&amp;nbsp;authenticated. &amp;nbsp;Ummm….yeah…a little difficult to do while we are here&amp;nbsp;in Ethiopia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from there we headed over to DHL immediately, to send a document&amp;nbsp;over to Kentucky, to have one of our friends work on this for us. &amp;nbsp;The&amp;nbsp;hope was to have that document filled out, and sent back to us within&amp;nbsp;the next week. &amp;nbsp;Of course, once we got there, it was closed for lunch&amp;nbsp;(ah Ethiopia….). &amp;nbsp;So we decided to just go to lunch and try&amp;nbsp;afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a $3 filet mignon at Cloud 9, we headed back over to DHL. &amp;nbsp;As I&amp;nbsp;started filling out the address label, our agency rep called. &amp;nbsp;Wes&amp;nbsp;popped out for a second as I stayed there in the DHL office. &amp;nbsp;A minute&amp;nbsp;later he popped back in and said to cancel the mailing. Apparently,&amp;nbsp;MOWA wanted something else now, and our rep said she would get back&amp;nbsp;with us once she figured out exactly what that was. &amp;nbsp;She was obviously&amp;nbsp;irritated (not with us, but with those asking for these new&amp;nbsp;documents).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with yet another bump in the road, we headed back to our&amp;nbsp;guesthouse. &amp;nbsp;Who knew what would come next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to sit down in the lobby and have a cup of coffee (they&amp;nbsp;have a coffee ceremony every day in our guesthouse down in the lobby).&amp;nbsp;We just sat there for a while. &amp;nbsp;Wes sat at a table writing in his&amp;nbsp;journal, and I sat in one of the comfy chairs in front of the&amp;nbsp;television. &amp;nbsp;The Accidental Husband was on. &amp;nbsp;I had never seen it, but&amp;nbsp;Colin Firth is one of the stars, and he does not get the girl in the&amp;nbsp;end. &amp;nbsp;Colin Firth should always get the girl. &amp;nbsp;I digress….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our agency rep called once again as we were down there, and said she&amp;nbsp;was going to come over and talk to us again. &amp;nbsp;More uneasy&amp;nbsp;anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waiting for about a half hour, we decided to head back up to our&amp;nbsp;room until she got there. &amp;nbsp;We both lied down and tried to rest for a&amp;nbsp;while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finally showed up, and we headed downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked frazzled. Very unusual for her. She had been working hard&amp;nbsp;for us all day, and she was not happy with the outcome thus far. &amp;nbsp;All&amp;nbsp;she could tell us was that she felt like she made some positive&amp;nbsp;headway, but there would be no way to know until the next day (today).&amp;nbsp;We could only wait and hope, and in the meantime, we would need to&amp;nbsp;email our homestudy agency to see if they could get anything together&amp;nbsp;for us showing proof of our prepayment for our post placement reports,&amp;nbsp;and whatever else might offer additional support for our case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did what we could, and then decided to spend the rest of the&amp;nbsp;evening trying to have positive attitudes, and calling our facebook&amp;nbsp;friends to pray for our case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the evening ordering some pizza from Ice Blue, and then&amp;nbsp;played some Phase 10 down in the lobby with my parents. &amp;nbsp;We laughed&amp;nbsp;and enjoyed the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here we are now. &amp;nbsp;It is 9:30 on Friday morning. &amp;nbsp;We are getting&amp;nbsp;ready to head over to the orphanage as we always do, and we will spend&amp;nbsp;some time with our children. &amp;nbsp;In the next couple of hours we should&amp;nbsp;hear a final verdict on our case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach’s a bit queasy, but I am okay. &amp;nbsp;We are all okay. &amp;nbsp;And no&amp;nbsp;matter what, God is still good, and He is in complete control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-4840564011021379601?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/4840564011021379601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/02/hope-and-knots-in-waiting.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/4840564011021379601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/4840564011021379601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/02/hope-and-knots-in-waiting.html' title='Hope and knots in the waiting....'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-6044637008247166392</id><published>2011-02-08T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T21:15:22.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meetcha Day for the Grandparents...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;On Saturday my crazy supportive parents arrived in Addis Abeba. &amp;nbsp;They&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;are here for 2 weeks and are soaking up every moment. &amp;nbsp;If there were a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;prize for most enthusiastic grandparents, I think they would win it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;One thing is for sure…I could never complain about lacking support&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;from my family throughout this adoption. &amp;nbsp;They have been amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;On Sunday morning Wes, my parents, and I first went to another&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;orphanage and shot a Meetcha Day for another family with our agency.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;It was simply beautiful. &amp;nbsp;And for 3 hours we just got to hang out and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;spend time with all the children there. &amp;nbsp;It was such a blessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;After that, we had lunch at Cloud 9 and then headed over to our&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;orphanage, so my parents could meet their grandchildren for the first&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;time. &amp;nbsp;And wonder of wonders…Alex was sleeping (yay!). &amp;nbsp;So Eliana was&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;grandchild number one to meet the grandparents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I walked her out as Wes had the video going, and the waterworks&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;began…on my parents’ part. &amp;nbsp;☺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I handed Eliana to my mom, and both her and my dad just cried and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;cried as Eliana just shined her big beautiful smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;After about 5 or 10 minutes, Alex had woken up, so grandchild number&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;two was walked out (actually, Alex &amp;amp; Eliana are grandchildren numbers&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;six &amp;amp; seven). &amp;nbsp;More tears fell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;It was a beautiful afternoon, and I am so thankful for my parents and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;all their amazing support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;*unfortunately, I don’t have any pics of them with Alex without his&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;face showing, so I can’t show you those yet. &amp;nbsp;But hopefully in just a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;couple of days I will be able to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TVH4jkaVYYI/AAAAAAAABT8/CjzsB0hhRyI/s400/IMG_8243.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-6044637008247166392?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/6044637008247166392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/02/meetcha-day-for-grandparents.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/6044637008247166392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/6044637008247166392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/02/meetcha-day-for-grandparents.html' title='Meetcha Day for the Grandparents...'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TVH4iaxMjOI/AAAAAAAABT0/_F4XbRpDa4I/s72-c/IMG_8225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-4641670636430418510</id><published>2011-02-07T09:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T09:54:08.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing Them By...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;February 6, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day here, you pass people who are begging for food and money. Some look as if they haven’t showered in weeks. Some are lame or obviously sick. Some seem to just be along for the ride, hoping to catch a couple of birr from some unsuspecting westerners. One day as our driver was taking us to the orphanage, I remember seeing a person lying face down on the ground on the side of the road. At the time, I wondered if he was sleeping, or if he was sick, or perhaps even worse….it made me think of the story of the good Samaritan. I wondered if I would be one of the ones to pass the man by, or if perhaps I would at least stop to see if the man was okay. I didn’t want to pass him by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my wonderings were tested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wes and I had just finished lunch over at Cloud 9, and were on our way over to the grocery store before heading back to our guesthouse. As we were approaching the store, we saw what looked like a man convulsing on the sidewalk. People were passing him by, one by one. We walked up to him and then crouched down beside him. It wasn’t a man at all, but a young boy. It looked as if he was having a seizure, and a greenish-yellowish foam was pouring out of his mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about feeling helpless. Up until the moment we walked up to him, people were walking over him and around him. No one even tried to stop. And here Wes and I are, crouching beside him, wondering what in the world to do with him. We had no idea how to help him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, once two white people in Ethiopia stop to help a sick person on the sidewalk, they become an immediate sideshow. That was Wes &amp;amp; I. The first two men to stop were simply curious. We were asking them if there was any help to be had for this boy. They just motioned to us that the boy was probably mentally unstable. Yeah…not very helpful. Wes moved the boy further over to the inside of the sidewalk. He was still convulsing, and was not coherent at all. After a couple of minutes of the crowd growing around us, two men kneeled down beside the boy and started lighting matches right by his mouth and nose. I was alarmed because I was sure they were going to burn him. I asked Wes what they were doing, and he guessed they were trying to get the boy to come out of this state by getting some smoke in his lungs so he would cough and catch his breath. Weird….but it worked. The boy started coughing, and then he started breathing a little better. We sat him up against a wall. He was still shaking, but it looked like he was coming too. He was at the very least, slightly coherent, and as people were asking him questions, he began to answer back a little, while still staring blankly at the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of all the questioning Ethiopians, Wes had gone in search of food and money (we had none with us). So there I was, sitting next to an obviously sick boy, surrounded by curious passersby. Some of them were asking him what his sickness was. Somehow “yellow fever” started circulating, a sickness I know nothing about. Then someone said something about him going to the “poor people’s clinic”, which apparently is one of Mother Teresa’s homes. Still no clear answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, a guy walked by and put a package of cookies in my hand and then just kept walking, and disappeared down the sidewalk. I opened up the package, and starting giving the boy one at a time. He tore through them. And then a beautiful thing happened…an older woman, perhaps 45 or 50 years old, came with a large dish of Ethiopian food (injera &amp;amp; lentils). But before she would let the boy eat (as he was still dirty and still shaking), she began to wash off his hands. Then she placed his broken sandals carefully back on his feet, and even washed off his hair and the back of his neck. He was filthy, and yet she treated him like her own son, with great care and great tenderness. Seriously, it was absolutely beautiful to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ate that food as if he had never eaten before. A little more light began to come into his eyes. He wasn’t smiling, but he was speaking some. He told me his name was Addisselam. And then the craziest thing happened….an Ethiopian guy joined the crowd (that’s not the strange part!)….but he had a perfect American accent. He began translating for us, and long story short…this guy had just returned from about 20+ years in the States. He stuck by our side for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wes, Ash (the Ethiopian-American guy’s name), Addisselam, and I hopped into a local mini-bus taxi, and headed over to the Korean hospital (where most westerners go for medical care). On our trip over, we learned that Ash had lived in Kentucky, and even worked at our favorite Ethiopian restaurant, Queen of Sheba. How crazy is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the taxi ride, Addisselam sat beside me in the front, and just stared straight ahead. He wouldn’t really look at me, and he still looked pretty zoned, although you could see he was regaining his strength and lucidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we arrived at the hospital, we had to wait for about an hour. During that hour we learned that he had no family. He told us that he was 14 years old, and that his mother had died about 10 years ago, and he didn’t know anything about his father, except for the fact that he had also passed away. He lived mostly on the street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we got in to see the doctor. The doctor told us that our young friend was just extremely hungry, and his body had shut down because he hadn’t eaten in several days. He said that he could do blood tests to see if there was something more to the seizure-like episode he had had, but he really believed that it was due to hunger. He suggested we instead use our money to buy him some dinner and a soda to get some sugar into his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 50 birr later (yes, that’s about three U.S. dollars for an ER visit!), we left the hospital and headed back home. Addisselam and I sat in the front again, and as the music played over the radio, out of the corner of my eye I could see his head bopping back and forth to the beat. I put my arm around him and tapped him on the opposite shoulder. When he realized it was me just playing with him, a big smile spread across his face. Wow. What a beautiful smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally made it back to Bole Rd. near our guesthouse. We bought him a big bottle of orange soda and he refused to let us buy him any more food because he still had leftovers from the sandwich we bought him earlier in the day when he first had the episode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave him 14 Birr. Apparently he rents a bed to sleep on at night for about 7 Birr a night (that’s about 45 cents). I tried calling several people I know here in Addis, but nobody had any immediate ideas about a place where a street kid could find help. We are still working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to say we were heroes, and saved the day, but at the END of the day, there wasn’t much else we could do but help him eat and rent a bed. SO frustrating. We tried meeting with him again today, to attempt to find him a better place to stay, but he never showed up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. It was a crazy day. And after all that, once we said goodbye to him, we had several children just like him walk up to us asking us for money and food. I have no answers for the questions and feelings that came up throughout everything we experienced yesterday. We felt so powerless, and so helpless. The only thing I know is that I am SO glad that we didn't pass him by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-4641670636430418510?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/4641670636430418510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/02/passing-them-by.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/4641670636430418510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/4641670636430418510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/02/passing-them-by.html' title='Passing Them By...'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-490967465444691452</id><published>2011-02-04T09:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T09:32:24.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Conflicting Emotions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Today has been an emotional day.&amp;nbsp; As we’ve grown closer to the nannies, and as we grow closer to our babies, conflicting emotions are starting to sprout.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Today I was in the twins’ room with Desta, their favorite nanny.&amp;nbsp; She was changing Eliana’s diaper (don’t worry, I do it too!&amp;nbsp; She’s just a LOT faster than me!), and then she asked me when we were taking Alex &amp;amp; Eliana.&amp;nbsp; She said, “One month?&amp;nbsp; Two month?”&amp;nbsp; I said, “No, in a few days.&amp;nbsp; We aren’t leaving Ethiopia for maybe another month or so, but the babies will leave the orphanage in a few days.”&amp;nbsp; With that she suddenly looked down at the ground, put her hands over her eyes, and then just left Eliana laying there, and left the room.&amp;nbsp; She was crying.&amp;nbsp; Then I started to cry.&amp;nbsp; It was awful.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This 20 year old girl has watched over our little ones for the last 6 months, day and night.&amp;nbsp; She never stops playing with them.&amp;nbsp; She loves them so much.&amp;nbsp; And at this point, I’m pretty sure they love her more than anyone else (including wes and i).&amp;nbsp; When she comes into the room, their eyes light up, and big smiles spread across their faces.&amp;nbsp; In some ways, it is difficult to watch this on a daily basis.&amp;nbsp; I want so badly to be the one that makes them light up.&amp;nbsp; But at the same time I am so very grateful that they have been so cared for and loved throughout their time at the orphanage.&amp;nbsp; I can almost feel the ache she must be feeling, knowing that soon these children will no longer be a part of her daily life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUwNBd4qtEI/AAAAAAAABTw/uBDLDKmkO38/s1600/Desta_Chalo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUwNBd4qtEI/AAAAAAAABTw/uBDLDKmkO38/s400/Desta_Chalo.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Beautiful Desta.&amp;nbsp; Alex &amp;amp; Eliana's favorite nanny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As soon as Desta walked back into the room (after wiping away her tears), it was my turn to make an exit.&amp;nbsp; Tears were coming fast and furiously.&amp;nbsp; I walked out into the courtyard where Wes was sitting and chatting with another adoptive father (and our new friend!&amp;nbsp; We love you Kevin and Christina!).&amp;nbsp; I sat down on the bench next to him, pulled my glasses off,&amp;nbsp; and just started bawling.&amp;nbsp; I told him what had happened, and how I didn’t know how I was going to be able to take Alex &amp;amp; Eliana away from the people who have loved them so much every day for first several months of their lives.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It’s not that I don’t want to have them with me.&amp;nbsp; I’m so excited to have them with us 24/7.&amp;nbsp; It just hurts so much at the same time.&amp;nbsp; Does that make sense?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We weren’t sitting far from the manager’s office, and all of a sudden I hear, “Nina?&amp;nbsp; Nina?”&amp;nbsp; He walked out and wanted to know why I was so upset.&amp;nbsp; I think he was worried somebody had done something to me, or had upset me in some way.&amp;nbsp; I explained to him why I was crying, and he immediately understood.&amp;nbsp; He said that they loved the children so much, and that it was hard when they had to say goodbye.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yeah, I love this place.&amp;nbsp; I love this journey.&amp;nbsp; But no matter how many times I have seen the gotcha day videos, or read blogs about these kinds of experiences, there is nothing that can prepare you for the gamut of emotions you will feel once it is your turn to experience it.&amp;nbsp; It is beautiful.&amp;nbsp; It is hard.&amp;nbsp; It is joyful.&amp;nbsp; It is painful.&amp;nbsp; But it is all so so worth it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;p.s.&amp;nbsp; Our case has been delayed once again.&amp;nbsp; This time only four more days.&amp;nbsp; It’s just how it goes here in Ethiopia sometimes.&amp;nbsp; There’s no point in freaking out about it.&amp;nbsp; If you do that, you’ll not only make yourself depressed, but you’ll make others depressed too.&amp;nbsp; I definitely don’t want to do that.&amp;nbsp; So with that said, we are doing really well, all things considered.&amp;nbsp; All you can do is go with the flow, and than ask God what He wants to teach you in the meanwhile.&amp;nbsp; There is so much to learn!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;p.s.s.&amp;nbsp; For those of you with children at our orphanage, you may have heard that they are closing this location soon.&amp;nbsp; BUT…..let me reiterate that this will NOT affect any adoptions.&amp;nbsp; It is simply a budgetary thing, and has nothing to do with their license or anything else. All is well, and your babies are ALL well cared for.&amp;nbsp; They will simply be in a new location close by.&amp;nbsp; With all that said, and the main thing I ask prayer for is that the staff get to keep their jobs.&amp;nbsp; The children are fine!&amp;nbsp; ☺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-490967465444691452?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/490967465444691452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/02/conflicting-emotions.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/490967465444691452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/490967465444691452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/02/conflicting-emotions.html' title='Conflicting Emotions...'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUwNBd4qtEI/AAAAAAAABTw/uBDLDKmkO38/s72-c/Desta_Chalo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-228065963649885652</id><published>2011-02-02T14:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T14:49:41.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Up on the Mountain and Such...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Yesterday we did our first bit of sight seeing. It wasn’t anything big, but it got us out of the city. We had one of our drivers, Surafel (thank you, Sumer!), take us up to Mount Entoto. It’s a quick drive just outside the city, and at the top you can see all of Addis Abeba. We got out at one point, and just took a few shots with the camera. As we were standing up there and soaking the view in, many people passed by. We saw groups of people training for long-distance running (they must gain some super lung capacity here because of the high altitude). We had a couple of boys stop and talk to us who were carrying large bags on their heads. I asked one of the boys what it was for, and he said he was collecting kindling to sell down in the city. They were picking up dry leaves and little twigs. They looked to be anywhere from 10-13 years old. Apparently they walk all the way down the mountain to go sell those in the main city. We gave them a couple of granola bars, which they LOVED. We also saw the very common sight of women taking the long trek down the mountain carrying big heavy loads of mostly branches, also to sell in the city. You could tell it was a very heavy burden to bear. Apparently they make very little money from doing this. It’s quite sad actually. We gave several of them 10 birr, and they allowed us to take pictures. Aren’t they beautiful? Oh how I wish that burden could be lifted from them (in more ways than one!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUmx9JuhFvI/AAAAAAAABS8/mtn0T-uCr18/s1600/IMG_7558.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUmx9JuhFvI/AAAAAAAABS8/mtn0T-uCr18/s320/IMG_7558.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the boys collecting kindling.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUmyAB6b5RI/AAAAAAAABTA/wmyiNVXOa9M/s1600/IMG_7565.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUmyAB6b5RI/AAAAAAAABTA/wmyiNVXOa9M/s320/IMG_7565.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;These two are brothers working together.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUmyBuMYbuI/AAAAAAAABTE/1y2UsyWZ_co/s1600/IMG_7577.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUmyBuMYbuI/AAAAAAAABTE/1y2UsyWZ_co/s320/IMG_7577.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tree overlooking Addis.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUmyFjKFG8I/AAAAAAAABTI/rR-kNMmVSPk/s1600/IMG_7594.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUmyFjKFG8I/AAAAAAAABTI/rR-kNMmVSPk/s320/IMG_7594.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Donkeys making their way to the city.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUmyHd9_zkI/AAAAAAAABTM/2cvF1FVvtJI/s1600/IMG_7615.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUmyHd9_zkI/AAAAAAAABTM/2cvF1FVvtJI/s320/IMG_7615.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amazing women with a burdensome job.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUmyKFPQ3PI/AAAAAAAABTQ/gUz_Rn84wkI/s1600/IMG_7618.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUmyKFPQ3PI/AAAAAAAABTQ/gUz_Rn84wkI/s320/IMG_7618.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUmyRJvtBwI/AAAAAAAABTY/YROBBUCTGDY/s1600/IMG_7619.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUmyRJvtBwI/AAAAAAAABTY/YROBBUCTGDY/s320/IMG_7619.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUmyTwYoD3I/AAAAAAAABTc/fKruecnB0yE/s1600/IMG_7628.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUmyTwYoD3I/AAAAAAAABTc/fKruecnB0yE/s320/IMG_7628.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿﻿In the afternoon we headed over to see Alex &amp;amp; Eliana. As usual, they were sweet and content the entire time. They even had a little diaper-free time in their room. Let’s just say there was plenty of mopping done during that time. Just before we were about to leave, I was taking my usual couple of shots for the day when all of the nannies starting asking for pictures with our babies. Every single one of them wanted pictures of themselves with Alex &amp;amp; Eliana. They were having a blast posing with them. Just as I was wrapping up, and the twins had already been put back in their room, Desta, Alex &amp;amp; Eliana’s favorite nanny, motioned to me to come inside for a second. She was very excited. When I walked in, both Alex and Eliana were sitting side by side in one crib, just quietly playing with their toys together. It was SO sweet. You can tell Desta is madly in love with our babies. I don’t even want to imagine the day we take them from the orphanage. It’s going to be Niagara Falls for many of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUmyWJmaFaI/AAAAAAAABTg/FMmknRfItC4/s1600/IMG_7673.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUmyWJmaFaI/AAAAAAAABTg/FMmknRfItC4/s320/IMG_7673.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some of the wonderful nannies at our orphanage. Oh how&amp;nbsp;I love them!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUmyaqDORZI/AAAAAAAABTo/2ZlsRGi_550/s1600/IMG_7760+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUmyaqDORZI/AAAAAAAABTo/2ZlsRGi_550/s320/IMG_7760+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;They love to laugh.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I can’t believe it’s February now. In six days (February 7th), we will find out if we pass court. Please be praying! Once we pass we will be able to have Alex and Eliana with us 24/7. AND we will debut their beautiful faces online for all to see! I can’t wait! As for Wes and I, we are doing great. Life doesn’t feel too different here. It’s just a little more difficult to get around since we don’t know all the best restaurants and hang-outs yet, and well…it is a slightly different culture. ☺ All in all, though, we can’t really complain. We have plenty of food to eat, we have a good bed to sleep in, and don’t really lack much. That’s not to say I don’t look forward to going home (whenever that may be). I miss my friends, and I miss the comforts of my own culture and home. But I feel like God is just taking really good care of us. For that I am SO thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUmycUQvSyI/AAAAAAAABTs/cHhmPRCHx_0/s1600/alex%2526eliana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUmycUQvSyI/AAAAAAAABTs/cHhmPRCHx_0/s320/alex%2526eliana.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-228065963649885652?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/228065963649885652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/02/up-on-mountain-and-such.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/228065963649885652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/228065963649885652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/02/up-on-mountain-and-such.html' title='Up on the Mountain and Such...'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUmx9JuhFvI/AAAAAAAABS8/mtn0T-uCr18/s72-c/IMG_7558.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-2615573638116659810</id><published>2011-02-01T15:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T15:05:50.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good, the Bad, and the Downright Nasty….</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A post from Wes (from January 30)….&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow starts a one-week countdown to our court ruling, well to see if MOWA (Ministry of Women’s Affairs) has put positive comments on our case. We will have at least another 7 or 8 days of being 3-hour parents. So I ask that our blogging community be in prayer for us as we Hold Fast to His promise this week. He has brought us here; we are following the Our Shepherd as He orders our steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we got the chance to bless a couple, Steve and Amanda Bishop, with taking video and photos of their Meetcha Day. It was a very rough start to our morning, as our driver was a bit late. Dinknesh, the Illien liaison, had told us it was better to be early and we ended up being 30 minutes late. But…everyone else was a little late. The meeting didn’t’ start till 10:00am and we all met up and were all right on schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsion orphanage has a lot of older kids and was located in a part of Addis that we had not been before. It may seem weird but it was much hotter there than on Bole or at our Enat Alem orphanage. When we arrived we were ushered in to the Director’s office, he wanted to make sure which family was meeting their children today…I guess our video camera and our Canon 5D camera were a bit confusing to him. After they sorted out the details that Amanda and Steve were the parents-to-be, we went to the front porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ushered all the children out on the porch and lined them up. Now, I am not a professional videographer but I was making do with our small Canon HD handheld. The problem was I didn’t know which of the children was supposed to be the Bishop additions. Then I see two children break away and hug Steve and Amanda and I got my shot. It was something great to see in person and I hope it translates to the HD recording. I have no doubt that Nina got great shots, shots that the Bishops will have to relive this day for many years to come. There is nothing that can take the place of images of meeting your children for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed with the Bishops for the next 3 hours to capture all that we could, so that no special moment would be forgotten. It was a 3-hours flurry of gifts, IPhone home-movies, photo albums, and broken English and even more broken Amharic (on our part, both the Bishops and the Mullins…we tried, as we got out our translation books and went to work. They loved us trying, and we got lots of laughs from the Children and Nannies). In a weird perchance, Steve actually got in to a conversation with one of the older boys who knew a little Spanish. An American from Utah, visiting Ethiopia, conversing in Spanish is just bizarre…but hey what ever works, right?! It was really cool just to see Steve and Amanda just loving on all the children, they seemed right at home. Steve had a group around him in a circle and Amanda had a circle around her. We were so happy just to be a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the day in the courtyard kicking around a soccer ball; it was a nice way to wrap up our time. Oh, and I showed one of the older boys how to dribble a soccer ball like a basketball…I turn every ball into a basketball, it is the greatest sport ever invented! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had lunch at Lime Tree, which is an awesome place to get good Pizza and a Good Cheeseburger. Also they give part of their earnings to help feed children, so it is a good meal and a good cause! After that we went to see our little ones at Enat Alem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was weird seeing them so late in the day, at 3:00pm instead of 10:00am. Alex and Eliana were a little crunchy (your welcome Brandon and Lisa) today. They were so tired and so fussy. After a few minutes Desta, one of Alex and Eliana’s favorite Nannies, fixed some Rice Cereal. Alex flat tore it up. I mean I was shoveling it in and he was slurping it down. It probably took about 3 minutes for him to eat his portion. Then Desta took some of Eliana’s (she is having trouble eating it, she needs really small bites) and after that fixed him some more. It was like the Rice Cereal Monster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we have BREAKING NEWS!! Alex is getting his two top teeth…and Eliana is getting her FIRST!!! So the Crunchy-ness and fussing was probably due to teething.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cutest thing that happened is that Alex cried to come to me today, a few times, the bad news is one of those times Nina was holding him. He is definitely a Daddy’s boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other News is that Both Alex and Eliana had really bad Duces today! That is they went number 2, well it was more like 1 ¾! It was so funny!! Eliana was sleeping and we had laid Alex down to try and get him to shut his eyes, so we gave him a bottle. Then I hear the “Glurrr, spurrrrrtt, Glurrrr, ppbblt…” and it went one for a while. It was a guaranteed gross-out diaper change. Then as if in harmony Eliana wakes up and I hear the same noises coming from her bed. Alex was pretty bad, but Eliana was down right epic!!! It was so bad she needed a bath!! Ahh, sharing poop stories over the Internet; I really feel like a true parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended that night with some Ramen Noodle and Pepsi! And yes I did eat another Snicker’s bar…what am I supposed to do? They are sitting right on the shelf in plain sight. I would like for everyone to know that I did last almost 2 weeks before I ate the first one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are going hiking and then in the afternoon, going to punch the clock at Enat Alem, for our 3-hour shift. One more week! ONE MORE WEEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wesley Out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUhl7Q3JENI/AAAAAAAABSs/aAvP2qfIvko/s1600/IMG_7332.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUhl7Q3JENI/AAAAAAAABSs/aAvP2qfIvko/s320/IMG_7332.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The children all got bracelets and little geckos made by &lt;br /&gt;Steve &amp;amp; Amanda's children in the U.S. They loved them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUhl8mlMtiI/AAAAAAAABSw/Zs8p9P-3LqQ/s1600/IMG_7461.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUhl8mlMtiI/AAAAAAAABSw/Zs8p9P-3LqQ/s320/IMG_7461.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently, some puppy pets do exist! This one was at the orphanage. Although this cute pup's poor mother was left chained up, growling at passers-by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUhl94DT8iI/AAAAAAAABS0/3QhiMC64Ho0/s1600/IMG_7500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUhl94DT8iI/AAAAAAAABS0/3QhiMC64Ho0/s320/IMG_7500.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I followed one of these rules. Can you guess which one?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUhl_cqO21I/AAAAAAAABS4/zOS37-wE2fA/s1600/IMG_7527.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUhl_cqO21I/AAAAAAAABS4/zOS37-wE2fA/s320/IMG_7527.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This boy and his brother really wanted us to come back the next day (they are so sweet! And they need a family!). They loved playing ball with Wes. Most Ethiopians aren't too familiar with basketball. Wes will use any kind of ball to teach the game.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-2615573638116659810?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/2615573638116659810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/02/good-bad-and-downright-nasty.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/2615573638116659810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/2615573638116659810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/02/good-bad-and-downright-nasty.html' title='The Good, the Bad, and the Downright Nasty….'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUhl7Q3JENI/AAAAAAAABSs/aAvP2qfIvko/s72-c/IMG_7332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-6180449043971821568</id><published>2011-01-30T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T21:53:49.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>January 29th post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;January 29, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today was a good day.&amp;nbsp; When we got to the orphanage this morning, there was a couple sitting there with their little boy.&amp;nbsp; We got a little excited when we found out they were from the States (okay, so maybe we’re craving a little hang-out time with Americans), and THEN we found out they were from Owensboro, just 3 hours from Lexington!&amp;nbsp; In addition, they are with our agency.&amp;nbsp; We started chatting the time away…Okay, so maybe I chatted the time away, while Wes was in and out with the babies.&amp;nbsp; After a bit, another couple showed up who was from Chicago.&amp;nbsp; They also came to pick up their little boy.&amp;nbsp; Turns out they were with our agency too.&amp;nbsp; So needless to say, we had a really good time meeting some new people (who also happen to be staying at our guest house!), and then had dinner with the couple from Chicago.&amp;nbsp; Actually they just hung out with us in our living room for a few hours.&amp;nbsp; It was really refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Emotional Moment of the Day*&lt;br /&gt;The couple from Chicago was saying goodbye to the staff at our orphanage, and one of my favorite nurses just had tears streaming down her face. The nanny that spends the most time with Alex &amp;amp; Eliana was crying too. They were&amp;nbsp; crying because they were saying goodbye to beautiful little Emanuel, who had been there for months, and they loved him so much.&amp;nbsp; I can only imagine how difficult it is to grow to love these children so much, only to eventually say goodbye to them.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say, tears were streaming down my face too.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;*In the middle of the day Wes and I took about a 20 minute stroll to take some quick pictures of our surroundings, to kind of give you an idea of what we see each day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt; &lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUYienq4NxI/AAAAAAAABR0/-7WFl1m-75E/s1600/IMG_7175.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUYienq4NxI/AAAAAAAABR0/-7WFl1m-75E/s320/IMG_7175.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Guest House&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUYifb-0oNI/AAAAAAAABR4/dsGrhxWjo1s/s1600/IMG_7178.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUYifb-0oNI/AAAAAAAABR4/dsGrhxWjo1s/s320/IMG_7178.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The rickety ol' basketball goal outside of our guest house. Works for Wes.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUYigaF911I/AAAAAAAABR8/N5nF_PrYeRE/s1600/IMG_7179.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUYigaF911I/AAAAAAAABR8/N5nF_PrYeRE/s320/IMG_7179.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The road outside of our guest house.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUYihc6C4hI/AAAAAAAABSA/LftQAWFGsRo/s1600/IMG_7184.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUYihc6C4hI/AAAAAAAABSA/LftQAWFGsRo/s320/IMG_7184.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The little alley we walk to get to the main road (Bole Rd.)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUYihz3LGdI/AAAAAAAABSE/O-DKy0iKg_0/s1600/IMG_7188.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUYihz3LGdI/AAAAAAAABSE/O-DKy0iKg_0/s320/IMG_7188.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bole Rd.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUYiij5jOaI/AAAAAAAABSI/zscTTF6lyDk/s1600/IMG_7189.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUYiij5jOaI/AAAAAAAABSI/zscTTF6lyDk/s320/IMG_7189.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bole Rd.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUYijivxgiI/AAAAAAAABSM/EnOgnmhqsjM/s1600/IMG_7194.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUYijivxgiI/AAAAAAAABSM/EnOgnmhqsjM/s320/IMG_7194.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;New York New York Supermarket&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUYikW8nvUI/AAAAAAAABSQ/nHEf-4YWSTo/s1600/IMG_7197.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUYikW8nvUI/AAAAAAAABSQ/nHEf-4YWSTo/s320/IMG_7197.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The little "mall" down the road. We like to eat at Cloud 9 which is where all those little white tents are.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUYilV2NCZI/AAAAAAAABSU/uihGV-EesIs/s1600/IMG_7198.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUYilV2NCZI/AAAAAAAABSU/uihGV-EesIs/s320/IMG_7198.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taxis and such.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUYinWz2IQI/AAAAAAAABSY/4yI1Rsb3-lg/s1600/IMG_7200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUYinWz2IQI/AAAAAAAABSY/4yI1Rsb3-lg/s320/IMG_7200.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lovely wooden scaffolding.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUYiodK285I/AAAAAAAABSc/McGzryY-FDM/s1600/IMG_7205.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUYiodK285I/AAAAAAAABSc/McGzryY-FDM/s320/IMG_7205.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another look at Bole Rd.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUYipKd3srI/AAAAAAAABSg/fAsnGUrHuq8/s1600/IMG_7206.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUYipKd3srI/AAAAAAAABSg/fAsnGUrHuq8/s320/IMG_7206.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ice Blue actually delivers to our hotel. Love it!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUYip6ylP3I/AAAAAAAABSk/fYEaIfX-QhE/s1600/IMG_7208.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUYip6ylP3I/AAAAAAAABSk/fYEaIfX-QhE/s320/IMG_7208.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the cafe/apartment building right at the end of the alley from our guest house.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-6180449043971821568?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/6180449043971821568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-29th-post.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/6180449043971821568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/6180449043971821568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-29th-post.html' title='January 29th post'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TUYienq4NxI/AAAAAAAABR0/-7WFl1m-75E/s72-c/IMG_7175.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-6895440798105523692</id><published>2011-01-27T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T13:44:29.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One from Nina, and One from Wes...</title><content type='html'>January 27, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina's Post....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned that the weather here in Addis Ababa is AMAZING?!  I mean seriously, it is like 70 and sunny every single day.  If there were some beaches, clear blue waters, and hula skirts, I’d think we were in Hawaii.  Okay, so I’ve never been to Hawaii, but I hear the weather is pretty amazing there too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, today was crazy windy.  And with the dry climate right now, we had to use our camel instincts, and use our eyelashes to protect our eyes from the blowing dust.  This brings me to a traveler’s tip for those of you coming to Ethiopia during this time of year (pretty much any time but rainy season which is in July &amp; August).  Our Ethiopia program director suggested it to us, and I’m going to pass on this jewel of advice:  Bring some Saline Nasal Spray (we brought Simply Saline).  I woke up with a bloody nose one night because of the dry weather.  Yuck.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wes and I decided to do some more exploring today also.  We visited the Friendship Mall and a bunch of grocery stores.  Can somebody tell me why there is NO sugar in any of these stores?  Anyways, as we walked down Bole Rd., we had about 50 people ask us for money.  This is the norm here, and it is very difficult at times.  I have experienced the same thing in India &amp; Nepal.  In Nepal, I would see the same people every day ( I lived there for 4 months), and they would still either ask me for money or offer to sell me hash.  I said no to the hash every single time (duh), but no matter how many times they saw me, they never really saw me.  This is what’s difficult for me.  I know I am a white face, which usually indicates I come from a wealthier country, which makes them hope I will give them some of my wealth.  Granted, I am not here to say that we are not wealthy compared to many Ethiopians.  We are.  There’s no denying that.  What’s difficult is knowing that I can’t give to every person who asks.  Over the years I have learned you really have to use discernment when giving money to people.  And sometimes, you give even though you have no idea whether or not you’re being scammed.  Many people say you shouldn’t give at all, because it only encourages more poverty and cycilical begging.  But I don’t necessarily agree with this.  Not EVERY person who asks for money is a scam artist.  Not EVERY person that says they are hungry is being hired by some slave driver who gets all that money.  Sometimes it just doesn’t matter because  it is not your responsibility to figure out the motives behind every request for help.  You never know when you might be entertaining angels in disguise.  Also, God doesn’t ask us to give to the poor only once we know what their level of poverty is, or how sincere their request for help is….He just asks us to care for the poor.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doesn’t mean I think you should always give.  Believe me…I’m not saint.  Sometimes I can get fired up.  Like today for instance….as Wes and I were out exploring the city, a guy started walking next to us and talking to us.  I knew from the very beginning of the conversation where it was going, but it was hard to brush him off before he got to the end of his spiel.  He started out by telling us where he was from, and how he makes little money, and that he thinks Americans are the most friendly and giving people, and that he is glad we are Christians because he is too, and finally…..after about 15 minutes of talking our ears off as we are walking toward the Friendship Mall….”Can you give me 100 birr?”  Ugh.  I knew it was coming.  This was not one of those instances I felt led to give.  Instead I was ticked off.  I stopped walking, looked him in the eyes and said, “Let me tell you something.  If you want to be friends with Americans, you don’t start out by asking them for money.  It will only tick them off.”  Ooh I was angry.  I know….I’m not always Nice Nina.  ☺  Please don’t judge me too harshly.  You really do get to see the good, the bad, and the ugly of Nina here.  Hope you’ll still keep reading the blog.  ☺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wes’s Post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day that I have felt at ease in Ethiopia.  Just being at the orphanage was so comfortable.  Alex ate for me...well kind of…I still had to shove most of the food in to his mouth while he is wiggling everywhere (he was in a Bumbo seat but he just can’t sit still).  Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina and I walked down Bole all the way to Friendship Mall, which was about a 20 min walk.  It was refreshing…ahh all that thin air and pollution….  It really was a good walk. Nina and I always walk to get around in every country we have been to, and it is just how we roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longer we are here the more I realize that this is a chance for me to revisit spiritual highs and intimacy in Christ.  Most of us climb spiritual mountains and get the edge of cliffs and we have this desire to jump.  There is a call to dive recklessly into complete surrender to Christ for our lives and trust him for everything; Deep calls to deep.  We do this many times in our lives, because our flesh and desire draw us to the rocks below, but after we hit the bottom we can dust ourselves off and start the climb again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a poem I wrote today to express this desire and dream in all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumper:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been to this precipice before&lt;br /&gt;I’ve closed my eyes and pondered the leap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories of weightlessness flood my mind&lt;br /&gt;As the reminiscent flutterings fill my chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I salivate slightly, &lt;br /&gt;Remembering the taste of sweet air rushing over my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I inch nearer to the edge&lt;br /&gt;Pushing pebbles and rocks, unwillingly, into the depths below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I move closer till my toes hang over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raising my arms outward&lt;br /&gt;Stretching my fingers as far as the will go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gusting wind blows my hair and clothes like an obedient flag &lt;br /&gt;Whipping around the pole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment everything stops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My breathing slows&lt;br /&gt;My Heart is barely beating&lt;br /&gt;I take one last deep breath&lt;br /&gt;Bend my knees&lt;br /&gt; A deafening silence rings in my ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then like an Olympic diver, I spring forward&lt;br /&gt;Soaring Hundreds of feet above the impending ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not until now that I remember the pain of smashing into the rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this time I will make it past them&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this time I will Fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is every Jumper’s Dream&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-6895440798105523692?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/6895440798105523692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-from-nina-and-one-from-wes.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/6895440798105523692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/6895440798105523692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-from-nina-and-one-from-wes.html' title='One from Nina, and One from Wes...'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-2673434322284677337</id><published>2011-01-26T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T11:33:06.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Settling In...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Okay, we are far from being experts, but we are learning our way through Addis. Right now it is strictly confined to grocery stores, restaurants, and banks close to our place. Today we went exploring down the road near our guesthouse. We found a couple of great grocery stores where we can get water, soda, soup, milk, etc etc. for some good prices. Tonight we will be cooking up some Norwegian rice pudding. Yum. (I know you’re jealous) We were also triumphant in finding a place to change our money. ☺ And finally, we found a really good Indian restaurant about 3 minutes walk from our place. Score. Yes, we have accomplished great things today. . It’s the little things… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to more important things. Mainly…our babies. ☺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I got to give Alex a bath yesterday? Oh my gosh I loved it! He was SO cute! Loves the bath water. Today, when we first got to the orphanage, as soon as Alex saw Wes, he started crawling as fast as he could toward him. Victory. And then when Wes put Eliana down so we could leave, she started crying. Victory. I know it sounds strange and mean to call that a victory, but that means they are starting to attach to us just a teeny bit. Actually, the director told us today that after we left yesterday, they both started crying, and it took the nannies a while to get them calm. Ugh. It made me want to have them with us all the more. Soon. It’s coming soon. Can’t wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were sitting outside today, a white couple walked in. We were guessing they were going to meet their child for the first time. They looked scared to death. No smiles, just plain ol’ nervousness and fear. I know the feeling. I whispered to Wes to ask them if they wanted us to take pictures. From the sound of the woman’s accent, I’m guessing she was from Germany, or somewhere close. When Wes asked her if they would like us to take pictures of their first meeting, in a very nervous voice she responded, “They said we were not allowed.” She then walked away with her husband, and into the director’s office. Two of the nurses walked a little boy out, who seemed terrified himself. He cried a little at first, but then seemed to get comfortable in his mother’s arms. Wish I could have captured that for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In just a few days, we’ll be documenting another meetcha day with one of our agency’s families! Can’t wait! See you soon, Amanda! And then hopefully, in February, we will get to document our buddies, Bex and Josh, as they meet their little Mercy for the first time. Oh my goodness, I cannot wait for that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that’s our hum drum update for today. Catch ya next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s. I just wanted you ALL to know that I am getting ALL of your comments on the blog posts, and I CHERISH them. Please keep them coming. They mean so much to me. I can't pull up Blogger here in Ethiopia, but I have all the comments forwarded to my email. I love them! Thank you for the constant encouragement! It really does make a difference!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-2673434322284677337?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/2673434322284677337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/01/settling-in.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/2673434322284677337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/2673434322284677337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/01/settling-in.html' title='Settling In...'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-7877587506460903967</id><published>2011-01-25T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T15:24:02.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Day and Feeling Better...</title><content type='html'>Today is a new day, and yes, I am feeling better. Sometimes you just have those kinds of days. I am so thankful to my adoption/bloggy/friend-of-my-brother friend, Bex for putting things so perfectly in the comments from yesterday’s post. Sometimes it just has to be okay to feel crappy. (love you bex!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we got a new driver. His name is Sammy, and he actually does a lot of driving for the groups in Korah. He is just picking us up and dropping us off at the orphanage right now, but we are very grateful for this service none-the-less. To be honest, another thing that added to my crappy feelings yesterday was our previous driver. He was so good to us. He spoke English very well, and took us to lots of great places. After our first week, we hired him privately (we had originally hired him through our agency). We told him that all we wanted to do was hire him to pick us up and drop us off at the orphanage. He knew this quite well. But yesterday he asked for his money, and ended up charging us for a full day’s service for the last four days. I told him this was way too much because we only used him for about 20 minutes each day (he didn’t stay while we were at the orphanage). But he tried to make us feel guilty because his car broke down last week, and he had to use all his money he made that week on his car. And then he said he charged us a full day’s work because he didn’t take any other customers during the day after he dropped us off. Argh. I was so angry. He was like a friend to us during our first week or so here. And then he took advantage of us. I know it may not sound like a big deal, but it was. It felt crappy. It sucks to be taken advantage of by someone you trust. Needless to say we will not be hiring him anymore. The same thing happened to us when we left our first guesthouse. The manager was really upset and told us they were struggling financially (they live VERY affluently). Guilt trip again. Ugh. It doesn’t feel so good when those are the closest relationships you have in a foreign land during your first week there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, things are looking brighter. We are feeling much more settled, and this new place is so nice. We are at Weygoss Guest House and it is fantastic. The electric works great. We have awesome water pressure, and the water is always nice and hot. The wireless works pretty consistently and we even have cable tv. Of course, it’s mostly old movies, but who cares. I don’t mind watching Murder at 1600, Minority Report, Enemy of the State, Kindergarten Cop, and You, Me &amp;amp; Dupree….oh, and Arabs’ Got Talent isn’t too bad either. Yeah, that’s right. Arabs’ Got Talent. It’s all Arabic television stations at this guest house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had a really good time with the babies. We put both Alex &amp;amp; Eliana on the floor and they were having races to the toy on the floor. We put Alex on one end and Eliana on the other, and a toy in the middle. Alex is WAY faster than Eliana, but Eliana’s got spunk and while Alex would get distracted by other things going on around him, she kept her eye on the prize. She’s quite the scrappy little girl (Friends reference for all my Friends fans buddies!). As Wes says, Alex is the hare and Eliana is the tortoise, and slow and steady wins the race. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, Alex fought sleep the entire time, until the last half hour we were there. In the What to Expect in the First Year (thank you again, Angela, for that book!), it says that babies that fight sleep are usually very bright, because they are taking in so much and trying to observe everything around them. Well, he must be a genius. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have taken a ridiculous amount of pictures and video of them. We look at them all the time. We are already those annoying parents that adore every minute of footage of their little ones. Hopefully we won’t try to make everyone else watch the videos all the time….well not unless they want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time to sign off. Leaving you with a few shots of our rooms at our new guesthouse. ‘Til next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s. Our agency told us today that it may take 8-10 weeks AFTER our second court hearing (as long as we pass on Feb. 7) to get an embassy date. Well, I'm going to go for a miracle instead, and hopefully it will just take 3-4 weeks. Sound good? I think so. Will you pray for that miracle with us? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TT8wvzF_NKI/AAAAAAAABRg/cvd5sbSJH8Y/s1600/balconyview.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TT8wvzF_NKI/AAAAAAAABRg/cvd5sbSJH8Y/s320/balconyview.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TT8wzI1U4xI/AAAAAAAABRk/A1YNJpdxwe8/s1600/bath.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TT8wzI1U4xI/AAAAAAAABRk/A1YNJpdxwe8/s320/bath.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TT8w1l27f2I/AAAAAAAABRo/sMb3MNPkY_w/s1600/kitchen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TT8w1l27f2I/AAAAAAAABRo/sMb3MNPkY_w/s320/kitchen.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TT8w4bayEhI/AAAAAAAABRs/2kDT_cL6QJc/s1600/room1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TT8w4bayEhI/AAAAAAAABRs/2kDT_cL6QJc/s320/room1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TT8w67d6pkI/AAAAAAAABRw/zIboVyYs3oE/s1600/room2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TT8w67d6pkI/AAAAAAAABRw/zIboVyYs3oE/s320/room2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-7877587506460903967?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/7877587506460903967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-day-and-feeling-better.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/7877587506460903967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/7877587506460903967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-day-and-feeling-better.html' title='A New Day and Feeling Better...'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/TT8wvzF_NKI/AAAAAAAABRg/cvd5sbSJH8Y/s72-c/balconyview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-1403994148384240289</id><published>2011-01-24T13:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T13:52:08.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day, Another Birr...</title><content type='html'>Another day has passed here in Addis, and not much has changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be lying if I said that I didn’t feel a little bit discouraged today. Sometimes you just have these days, and I guess today is one of those days for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am just struggling with all the unknowns and all the waiting. Yuck. Going to the orphanage to see our children each day is a blessing and a curse all in one. It’s a blessing because we get to spend time with our babies. There is nothing sweeter than that. Seriously. It is awesome. It’s a curse because we have to say goodbye after 3 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a super trusting and patient Jesus freak girl 24/7, but every once in awhile I cave. Today I ached knowing how much more time we have to spend going on daily visitation to see our own children. We are confused by the whole process of court here, but I think everyone is in the same boat. You wonder to yourself, “Why does it take so long to get notes finished, while other people are passing court while we wait?” Yeah, it kind of sucks. And then they say it could take forever to get an embassy date. Yuck again. I wonder sometimes if anyone is fighting for us, because you feel so out of the loop. But at the same time, I have met the people here with our agency, and I know they are doing their very best. I know they care. It’s just so hard to really feel that, when your babies aren’t living with you, and sitting in your arms. Your mind tells you the truth, but your heart still aches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That carries over to my next thought. If God is for us, who can stand against us? Deep down, where the foundations of my faith burns bright, I know that God has brought us this far. I know that it is because of Him that we are here. When I worry about how much time it will take, and if we will have enough money to make it, and if Wes will be able to stay the entire time (he only gets 12 weeks of unpaid leave, and we were hoping to spend some of that at home in Kentucky…we really don’t want to use all 12 weeks), I can’t help but come back to this one thought: He knows our needs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has known our needs all along. He is our provider. We are fully funded for goodness sake! How could I doubt that He won’t take care of things now? I feel ashamed for doubting Him on this issue. But sometimes my flesh just gets the best of me. And the enemy tries to come in and steal away my peace. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, my mind knows that He is a God of miracles. He can do anything He pleases. He could get those notes from MOWA in a heartbeat. He could give us an embassy date tomorrow if He wanted to. He is capable of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I wonder what He has for us while we are here. I wonder what He is saying. I wonder what He wants to teach us. I don’t want to miss Him. I want my ears to be open when He speaks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months from now I will be telling more about all the miraculous things that happened throughout this adoption. Right now, I just need to have a good night’s sleep, so I can wake up to a new day, full of peace, and the heart knowledge that God will never fail me….because it’s true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657786945961524592-1403994148384240289?l=whenwebelong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/feeds/1403994148384240289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-day-another-birr.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/1403994148384240289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657786945961524592/posts/default/1403994148384240289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenwebelong.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-day-another-birr.html' title='Another Day, Another Birr...'/><author><name>Wes And Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01409968109130315732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xq5hzDMyeo/Sr0SHtCzihI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MFFND6LYXeA/S220/biopic2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657786945961524592.post-4308216687111484856</id><published>2011-01-23T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T14:20:33.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Part Time Father...</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;...But I'll have to keep my day job for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a little over a week since we landed in Addis and since we first met our children.&amp;nbsp; I know that people want to know what it feels like now to be a father and to have children…well, I am not sure yet.&amp;nbsp; We have been going to Enat Alem (their orphanage) every day for 3 hours, from 10am to 1pm, and we get to hold and love on Alex and Eliana during that time.&amp;nbsp; During those 3 hours they usually sleep for about an hour, that leaves 2 hours of bonding time…but really it must seem to Alex and Eliana that we are nothing more than volunteers or white nannies.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I think for me, it is such a natural event to feed, change (I did my first Ethiopian cloth diaper today!&amp;nbsp; I thoroughly impressed the nannies and nurses! Ha!), and entertain Alex and Eliana that there is not always a romantic emotion but one of just Fatherly Love.&amp;nbsp; I like to whisper in their ears (so that the nannies won’t hear me...even though they speak and understand little English), “Daddy loves you, Daddy loves you…”&amp;nbsp; I want it to sink in while they sleep, subliminally, that the giant white man is their Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;But if you ask me if I feel like a father, I would say I do for about 2 hours a day.&amp;nbsp; The other 22 hours I feel like Wes Mullins:&amp;nbsp; husband, writer, UK fanatic, basketball player, and hobbyist musician.&amp;nbsp; I can say that when they are with me it feels so natural and right that not even the sight of a full diaper makes me react.&amp;nbsp; They are my children and I love them.&amp;nbsp; I have kissed them more and razzied (basically making farting noises on their bellies and necks) them more than any child I have ever met.&amp;nbsp; I am very partial to them; I will still hold other children but not unabashedly as I do with Alex and Eliana.&lt;br /&gt;They are the most gorgeous children in the world.&amp;nbsp; They have eyes so dark that you can’t even see their pupils and they just mesmerize me when they stare at me for long periods of time (like when I am feeding them a bottle or rocking them to sleep).&amp;nbsp; Alex is so attentive to details and object permanence; he is so smart and inquisitive.&amp;nbsp; Over the last few days he is starting to use his legs when he crawls and not just his arms; he is a brute, so strong…”he is strong, like Bull.”&amp;nbsp; I think he may be tall; 6’9”, and 245 lbs., so he can play power forward for the Kentucky Wildcats.&amp;nbsp; And he will be more like Brandon Knight who is a 4.0 student and not like your average jock.&lt;br /&gt;Eliana is more delicate and petite, but she is getting stronger in her legs and tries to crawl like big brother.&amp;nbsp; She bounces all the time, especially to music and singing or dancing.&amp;nbsp; Her smile is enough to melt the polar ice caps…maybe she is the cause of global warming (that is for you Aimee and Jeremiah).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I love her scrunchy face, where she sticks our her little tongue and starts bouncing.&amp;nbsp; Both of them are so happy and healthy.&amp;nbsp; It is such a miracle just to be able to be with them everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think that I pass the part time father debut.&amp;nbsp; Next up is complete fatherhood.&amp;nbsp; I am about to join the ranks of the elite forces.&amp;nbsp; Fathers have such an impact on the world, but they seldom get their due (that is for another piece all together).&amp;nbsp; I feel blessed and honored to get to raise these children, even if they don’t know that I am their Daddy yet, they will, and soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Thoughts about Ethiopia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina has kept you well informed about our goings-on, but I thought a little male perspective might be just the thing your thirsty eyes needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addis Abeba is nothing like the other capital cities I have been to before in a 3rd world nation.&amp;nbsp; It seems content with it’s place the world; between urban and rural and contemporary and traditional.&amp;nbsp; I can’t remember feeling so relaxed and settled.&amp;nbsp; Even now I am looking out my balcony window at the palm-like trees and the cityscape that is capped off by a surrounding mountain range, and I feel at ease and content.&amp;nbsp; It is as if I could be sitting in Lexington, Kentucky or Addis Abeba, and I would feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been only to one or two places since we have been here, when Cara Dee was here and we wanted her to see all of Ethiopia that she could, so she could squeeze every moment into a CF Card and produce images that will stand for an eternity.&amp;nbsp; We spent some time in Korah.&amp;nbsp; I am not sure how to verbalize how I felt. I wasn’t shocked and awed, but rather I felt a sense of reality…this is what it is and the only thing to do is roll up our sleeves and help.&amp;nbsp; I did not pity them shamelessly nor did I look at them with disgust…I saw them for what they are, people who have had unfortunate events happen in their lives and with whom I can not even come close to relate to.&amp;nbsp; I mean, if you take my early days in Lexington, starving and lonely, it pales so much in comparison.&amp;nbsp; So I realize that I can’t relate but Jesus can: He Hungered, thirsted, had no place to lay his head, was abandoned and shunned by those supposed to be friends and family, stripped naked, beaten, humiliated, wept, rejected by society, and one time he even “sighed”.&amp;nbsp; They need to be introduced to Jesus Christ, not Wes or Nina Mullins, all we have to give means nothing if we don’t get the introduction right.&lt;br /&gt;The people at Project 61 are doing just that and they are so beautiful!&amp;nbsp; Beautiful are the feet of them that carry the Gospel of Jesus Christ.&amp;nbsp; And the leaders of this organization exude and radiate that transforming Love of Christ; God is Love, his people must bear that fruit…and there is only one way to Love, sacrificially.&amp;nbsp; “For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son that whosoever should believe in him would not perish but have everlasting life.”&amp;nbsp; You can’t love without sacrificing yourself…because your love is not meant for you but for everyone else.&amp;nbsp; The world needs your love and it will reciprocate with their Love for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said all that here is a prose/poem/psalm that I wrote about Korah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A City built around an unending landscape of trash, it is full of unwanted people, societal outcasts that have been ignored till they were forgotten.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Now they have created their own diverse community, complete with every age and sex, packs of dogs, flocks of fowl, herds of small goats, and swarms of insatiable flies.&lt;br /&gt;Steady streams of Garbage trucks shake the ground as they rumble to that day’s dumpsite.&amp;nbsp; The earth feels entirely unstable and crumbling.&lt;br /&gt;The air is thick with smoldering fires and stench, breathable but very heavy, creating an oppressive atmosphere culminated with barking dogs, braying goats, and swooping fowl.&lt;br /&gt;A clan of people armed with homemade digging tools and sacks, attack the fresh trash pile with a deftness and vigor that was as impressive as it was mesmerizing.&lt;br /&gt;Quickly they spy out and grab food or resalable goods before another heavy truck demolishes the pile into nothing but more rotting landscape.&lt;br /&gt;I am amazingly at ease, without great judgment or unnecessary emotional pity…it is what it is and nothing to be romanticized or championed; it is just hungry people being resourceful.&lt;br /&gt;We carefully walk around the mounds of debris.&amp;nbsp; You don’t want to misstep and sink down in the mire because you could cut yourself on broken soda bottles.&lt;br /&gt;With each careful step thousands of feasting flies dismount and investigate the interruption to their dinner; they are not so bad as long as the wind is blowing, but there aren’t enough horse whips in Addis to keep them off when it dies down.&lt;br /&gt;It is an endless sea of rotting food and decaying carcasses, there are hooves strewn everywhere, it is nearly impossible to move without stepping on them.&lt;br /&gt;The smell was not as bad as what I expected, I say that has something to do with the wind and the cooler climate in Addis. &lt;br /&gt;The most unnerving part of the dump is the groups of men and children just lying on the mounds of decaying debris, as if they were on a Sunday Stroll and decided to sit down and enjoy a shady spot.&lt;br /&gt;Then an event happened that I will not soon forget, a man lounging near us found a young rotted goat’s head in front of him (just a few inches away) and he began to playfully toss it back and forth, then an idea struck him…He grabbed a jagged rock and began to try and scrape away the hairy flesh in hopes of finding some taste of meat.&lt;br /&gt;And then I made a statement that I wish I could have took back, “This is what we were before Christ found us…you know spiritually.”&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;What a feeble attempt to sound spiritual in the most inopportune moment, it paled in comparison so badly…I know nothing of this life or of their misfortune.&lt;br /&gt;But something spiritual did occur to me as I stood there…on these same mounds stands a Clan of Men that are familiar with Korah and its curse.&lt;br /&gt;They are living and breathing Miracles!&amp;nbsp; They are giants!&amp;nbsp; New Creatures!&lt;br /&gt;I stood looking at these men as they talked about their days as one of the forgotten peoples.&lt;br /&gt;By mere appearance you could not tell them from an Addis Urbanite, but in their eyes burns a fire, a deep cleansing fire.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;For years they lived, ate, slept the trash dump to create an existence for themselves and their families.&lt;br /&gt;Now they live, eat, sleep in the city of Korah to help create new lives, as they reach in and pull out the real treasures, the people.&lt;br /&gt;They introduce them to Jesus Christ, where they can trade a curse for a crown.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will close this lengthy post with a couple of stories about other children at Enat Alem, our orphanage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There aren’t many men who volunteer, at least that is what I can gather from all the children calling me “Baba”=Daddy.&amp;nbsp; You might think it is because I am white but they call Nina “Ferenje” (foreigner), no matter how many times she tells them to call her Nina.&amp;nbsp; One little girl in particular, who is very smart but sassy, calls me Baba all the time and wants my attention (but not in demanding way, just in a “I would like to have a father” way).&amp;nbsp; Today I showed her how to beep box.&amp;nbsp; Yeah that’s right…I got mad skillz.&amp;nbsp; And an hour later she was trying to do the deep bass note with her throat…I am so influential and cool.&amp;nbsp; Then I was going to write something in my Journal and I asked her if she would like to write, and she shook her head yes.&amp;nbsp; Then she said and wrote out the entire English Alphabet; that is something I will always cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also a girl there who is blind and deaf.&amp;nbsp; I haven’t paid too much attention to her over the last week, but I did feel religious pity for her.&amp;nbsp; Today God changed that and I looked at her and said, “Wait, isn’t my God a healer.”&amp;nbsp;
