So, I wasn't sure if we should continue to blog or not. I feel like our life is not as interesting as it was in Kenya. Wasn't sure you all were interested. But, someone asked me to update you all on how the babies are adjusting and how we are handling life back at home.
So, Damon and Sundi are doing well. Surprisingly enough, Sundi is taking the transition better than Damon is. Sundi loves being the center of attention wherever we go... I think the child thinks America is here for her and her alone! Damon, however, misses the people back in Kenya very much. He cries for Rick, Ruth, Pastor, and Mary. Yesterday he asked me if we could go to school and see Mary. He will adjust, but he has surprised me with his attachments.
As for me, I am doing my best to get us settled and into a routine. I expected I would struggle with leaving Kenya. I have. I am grateful for all of us to be on this side of the fence together, but I miss the friends and family back home so much. I think life changed so drastically when I became a mother, but it all changed there. So, perhaps that me has come here and doesn't always know what to do with herself. Still, we know that God chooses seasons for us to walk in, and I am working to make the most of every season.
Damon and Sundi were excellent fliers! This is them in our wonderfully upgraded seats heading out of Nairobi. We were happy passengers! I was anticipating having to hold Damon the entire flight, but when we checked in, they upgraded our seats and gave Damon his own! All so we could have Ruth sit with us.
Now, check in itself was a little funny. You see, our new friends from German Tele were there to film the final farewell. The airport staff thought George and Samuel were part of the crew and allowed them to come in and help us with our luggage. As expected, there were issues with Damon's paper ticket. While I was at the customer service counter clearing his pass, the ticket agent who was checking in Ruth and Sundi started fussing Samuel out for allowing us to leave the country without him! He let her rant and rave for a few minutes on how he should be going to help and did he trust me to return....Finally, he put the poor girl out of her misery and told her he was our pastor, not the children's father. I admit that I can sympathize with her, Damon does look an awful lot like Samuel.
Eventually, we made it through and thought the drama was over and we were headed home. Who was I kidding??? As soon as we got through registration, Damon starts asking to use the bathroom. No problem, we have about an hour and a half until take off. So, I take him in and start to unzip his sleeper. Hmmm, his was a locking zipper that requires the little tag to be in place in order to unzip. Funny that one. The tag slips off and falls into the unflushed toilet. I just couldn't bring myself to dig it out. We were not the ones who did not flush...
So, I took Damon out and tried to get the zipper down without the tag. Nope. Wasn't going to budge. After about a half hour of trying, we went to the Java House and begged a pair of scissors to cut him out of his footed sleeper so he could use the choo!
Which leads me to the next episode. Ruth, being the sweetheart that she is, volunteered to carry our backpack as her carry-on. I put our immigration docs and our laptop inside and she checked it as hers. We made it through the first security screening without a hitch, but at the second, they were concerned that she had something in her bag that was setting the security light off. They searched the bag but found only her USB drive. At the third check-in, they again raised a concern. They asked her if she had packed a pair of scissors. She said, no, I just have my USB drive. The lady sarcastically said, "We would not mistake a USB for a pair of scissors, we need to search your bag." Ruth replied, "Be my guest."
Did I mention that this was Sundi's school bag??? Yeah. At the very bottom, they found her school scissors. Now where were they an hour before when Damon needed to choo???? Poor Ruth.
The rest of the trip was rather uneventful...oh except for the time when we were in London and our flight was boarding. Of course that is when Sundi decides she must take one last choo. We run to the bathroom and naturally both kids decide they need a little more time...know what I mean? So, I split them up and let Sundi go in on her own. We used the stall next door. Trying very hard to be patient, I get Damon finished and go to help Sundi who is now hollering, "Mommy, poo-poo" at the top of her lungs. Only problem is, she locked the stall and she doesn't have her hearing aids in for me to tell her to unlock the stall. Not that it would have helped because the lock was stuck! So, now I am really stressing...they are making the last boarding call and my kid is stuck in the bathroom stall. Of course, being London---all high tech and fancy--- the stall doors are too close to the ground to crawl under....
Sundi did finally manage to unlock the door and of course, we made our flight. Wow, what to do when they are more than two! Hats off to you mommies of three and four!
Naptime is almost over, so I'll sign off for now. Thanks again for all of your prayers and support. We still cling to those for our friends, family and always for the orphans of Kenya.
Mama S
This outfit was my daddy's when he came home with his mom and dad from the hospital. My mommy thought it was kind of silly to dress me up to drive me three minutes home, but I think I rather look very cute.
Mommy is having a hard time getting the pics in order. This is my last sleep in the hospital. Mommy is excited, but I think she will miss letting someone else get up with me in the middle of the night! (she does)
Mommy says my big sister is a flirt. Not sure what that means....
