More random thoughts on life by the rainforest..

Written Saturday night:

Sweat was pouring off my scalp this afternoon as I held a sobbing Hadley.

She woke up two nights ago and waddled into our room, waking from a bad dream. She gets a few of these a year, so I wasn't surprised. I waddled with her back to her bed and snuggled until she fell asleep again. While we waiting for sleep to return she told me it was the worst dream ever....she had to leave Copper. "At least," she whimpered, "I'll always have Copper, he'll just be at the orphanage." Gulp. I tried not to cry and not to respond, we hadn't told her yet that Papa wasn't keeping Copper. And at 3 am I didn't want to tell her. After all, her bad dream wasn't so much a dream as the guaranteed future.

Tom told Hadley this afternoon, hence the sobbing child and sweating mother. Poor girl loves that puppy and insists we can't leave Honduras.

Making spiders. 

I am so American. It's embarrassing. I consume mass quantities of goods and am snobby about my food.

I raised my girls with easy access to paper of all kinds, scissors, glue, crayons , markers, feathers, clay, etc. They've always created. The school here has shelves filled with donated craft supplies. While Pam and I were planning lessons for the week this morning, the girls went into the other classroom to play. They found art supplies and started creating. They didn't know any better, they used about 10 sheets of paper, a pile of cotton balls and glue.

Pam copies a worksheet. 

While planning my lessons lately I've been thinking about how I teach like an American. I use a lot of paper, include creative art projects and want everything to be fun. It's been hard for me to plan here because while I have paper, there is no printer, no copy machine. Every worksheet or activity we have made we hand traced....one for all 18 kids. We easily have used three times the amount of paper that the afternoon Spanish teachers use. But I don't know how to change. My brain can't (at least not yet) think differently about what I want to happen in a classroom. I hate the copying and repeating typical of the Spanish classes. Yet I am consuming their paper resources that aren't easily replaced.

So when the girls showed up with paper and craft projects I wasn't very happy. Ok, I over reacted. They didn't know any better. Jeannie told me to relax and trust God to replace the supplies.

The kids eat their lunches, supervised by some of the teenage volunteers. These kids eat everything on their plate. They don't whine to  be fed and their snacks are minimal---maybe 2 apple slices or a quarter of a banana. 

We eat extravagantly too. We buy our own groceries here. I am shocked and dismayed at how most of the food staples we want are priced similarly or higher as Meijer. Fruit is cheaper. Most Hondurans don't eat meat. They eat beans, rice, tortillas and fruit. But us, we get tired of rice, beans and tortillas. We have meat most meals. We get really excited about chips. We love milk (almost $4 a galloon..just like gas for a car here). Yet the average Honduran worker earns at $10-$15 a day. I get embarrassed at our extravagant tastes and how we prefer peanut butter and jelly (a small jar of PB is almost $5) to left over beans and rice. I'm not doing anything about the embarrassment since I am leaving in a week and my family still wants their PB & Js.

After living here for a month, I think when I get home I will have an urge to get rid of about half of our stuff. It's so freeing to have few belongings.


Written Monday afternoon:

Chelsea, the newest family member. 

Saturday evening we took the 4 oldest girls ( all 5-years-old) to our house for a sleepover. I felt so proud of myself setting six girls fed, showered, and to bed. I only had to get up once in the night to fill Hadley’s water bottle. The morning was long as it started at 6 am and church wsn’t until 10. The girls are charming. And so small. My girls tower over them. Some of these girls wear a 3T! My pride diminished as I thought of dressing or showering 20 kids. And Mama and Papa never get a full night’s sleep as there is always a baby in their room. Child number 20, a 4- month- old girl named Chelsea, arrived Friday (that means there is a 3 month old and a 4 month old in their room). Part of me thinks they are crazy taking in more but these people know how to lay down their lives.

As Papa says, they are vehicularly challenged here. Money for a new vehicle is desperately needed, at this point most anything will do, but little Jose, who is five is believing God will give him a bus. He talks about it all the time.

Pam and Chris leave Thursday morning and with them—the computer. We fly out Tuesday morning, August 3rd. Not sure if I will post again.

Thanks for your prayers.

For my family, yes my sugar numbers are fine. I actually had to lower my insulin units a bit. Kassy is having no problem eating gluten free. Our tia is a great cook who can make all things with corn flour (it's the main ingredient of most tortillas here).

For Jackie: Don't worry I took a picture of the house. I think you will be surprised at how big our house is. I never wrote about our great wrap around porch and the best seat in the house: the hammock. We bought one...but with six people, I rarely get to sit in it. I will post pictures sometime when I have faster internet.

Javier is five. He's all boy, loves to please, to ask questions and
to make noise. 

Karen is four. She's cuddly, observant, and has a huge smile.
Somehow she is always on somebody's lap. 

Breysi is 5. She is observant, quiet and independent. 

Daily life

The large living room at our house--the girls watch a bit of a movie. Those chairs were all we had to sit on (except our beds). 

It's 96 degress outside. Which I think might be cooler than what some of you had recently, but we don't escape it(93 in the house). And we are used to sweating. The heat isn't high on my list of hardships. Guess what thing I miss the most? A couch.

The house they rented for us is brand new. They found us a stove, a small fridge, a table, wooden chairs and beds. But that's all the furnishings. And the house is good sized. Three bedrooms, all larger than any in my home and a large great room type of thing that is the kitchen, eating area and sitting area except there is nothing to sit on...the girls play soccer there! There are no closets in the bedrooms and no mirrors in the bathrooms ( we bought a little 8x10 mirror to share, but most days I have no idea what I look like unless I catch a glimpse of myself in the car window). We keep all of our clothes neatly folded in our suitcases (just kidding they start off neatly folded but don't last). The windows in this house are big and they don't have curtains so we hang sheets and towels over the windows so the cowboys tending the cows can't see us! The flooring everywhere is tile (I've never seen carpet here).

It gets dark earlier near the equator and light earlier. Our hours are more like 9 pm- 5 am. Some evenings we get go to the bed earlier because we can't stand sitting on these hard wooden chairs any longer and honestly, there are too many bugs on the floor to want to sit there for long.

Tia Maria washes the clothes and then hangs them on the line. Sometimes the humidity
 is so high it takes more than 24 hours for them to dry. 

Our tia washes our clothes by hand. Our whites are shining, but most clothes are stiff from soap residue and my favorite shirt got ruined by bleach (probably shouldn’t have brought it but last year I did my own laundty in a washing machine and never even saw bleach). We take our garbage to the dump where we literally dump it on a site with lush tropical mountains surrounding it and vultures on every hill top of rubbish. Families will walk to the dump to scavenge for food or other treasures.

I am hands down the favorite in our family among the bugs of Honduras though recently they have taken a liking to Hadley's behind (no joke, right through the shorts and the undies). And poor Hadley-- she so rarely gets bug bites (like Chris and Tom)-she is very unhappy. Kassy's hives and big reactions to bug bites have disappeared. I am the only one still wearing layers of insect repellent. When the bugs do bite, I never see them. The mosquitoes here aren't like Minnesota where the joke goes, "The state bird of Minnesota is the mosquito." But their bites are painful-they itch for two weeks and take a long time to heal. I wonder if some of them will leave a scar. I am told the bugs are a reason many Hondurans walk around in jeans. I get their thinking but it is still unfathomable to this northerner.

This trip is totally different from last year. We exist mostly on our own. We buy our own groceries and drive in a Durango they lent us. I see the kids every day and the Spanish teachers at the school, but can go a week without seeing Del or Jeannie (at least while this team of high schoolers is here). We communicate with our Tia in broken English and Spanish. There is not always much for us to do.

I’ve been puzzled and amazed by my lack of ability to let go of expectations and to instead, allow the missing creature comforts to bother me. Seems like a Christian should be able to live to glorify Christ and not waiver with circumstances. I am reading a book by DL Moody (yes there is time to read here too) called the Overcoming Life. He reminded me that we are in a battle and that faith will overcome the world, but it won’t happen suddenly. While on earth, we are not made completely new in an instant.

Honduran enchilada: tostada shell, meat, cabbage, cheese, egg, and sauce. 

Our life here is simple. A week ago I was ready to go home. Now I am relishing this time, with it’s slow pace and opportunity to love on more kids everyday. With a tia who cooks and cleans and only 3/4 day of responsibility, my thought life is cleansed. It isn't bogged down with lists of things to do, buy, or solve. For all needs we wait for the Lord because we can't go buy our way out of it. Every rain cloud or drop in temperature is a gift from above. There is time to pray, read my Bible, and play a game with my kids, or stare at the cows during the sunrise. This isn't a typical vacation, but it is a vacation.

Kassy has a crazy look in this picture! She is holding baby Stephanie,
the youngest child at Casa Cielo. She is between 3-4 months old. 

Henry is 3; he is Ethelyn's twin. He is a quiet troublemaker, but very sweet too.

School Days Honduran Style

Carol, writing in her journal. Carol is the daughter of one of the tias.
She and her mother live at the orphanage. 

Part of working in a foreign country means being quiet. Americans are opinionated people. We know the “best”, most efficient ways to do things. We get annoyed when things don’t meet our standards.

The day after we arrived, Jeanie took us to the school. We watched her teach the kids for the English part of class. The next day she handed over the reigns of this 16-member class to me, a high school English teacher who hasn’t taught in over 8 years. There is no curriculum, no guidelines. Thankfully there is a room full of donations of craft books, paper supplies, staplers, crayons, markers, puzzles, flash cards, etc. The current crafts on the wall were clearly done by the Spanish teachers who merely let the kids pick the colors. I have opinions, curriculum desires, ways I want to do things, but I am being quiet…my ways may not be best.

The students range in age from 3-6. But the real complication is the five kids, either children of the tias or from the village who didn’t grow up at the orphanage. They don’t know much English, and I don’t know enough Spanish. There is Sonya, a bilingual teacher who supervises the school and helps with the schooling of Joy, Mama and Papa’s 10-year-old. In a pinch, I drag a kid who doesn’t know what I want them to do or who won’t behave and can’t understand what I am saying, to Sonya who speaks for me.

Snack time at school--a volunteer medical team
 brought donuts for the kids.

Some of the standard practices here are appalling to us germophobic Americans. In the afternoon, the Spanish teachers regularly get one big cup of water and pass it around for drinking. The philosophy here seems to be, “They all live together, they all get sick together anyway.” Maybe true, but hard to watch. As much as I want to do things according to the culture, I still insist on separate cups. Maybe more disconcerting for me , was when Marlon threw up in the toilet at school and was told to return to the classroom. He said he ate too many pancakes for breakfast, but he ate 2, just like the rest of them! On a side note (try not freak out moms), my girls love the lack of seat belts and the wide open windows in a car here and Marie regularly takes all the babies and toddlers to the daycare she runs for working moms…that’s six babies and toddlers in her SUV, car seats don’t exist here as far as I can tell.)

While the safety and health issues are a bit of a bump in my comfort zone, the giant roadblock is the unpredictability. I like schedules. I like reliability, especially when I am teaching and feel woefully inadequate. And when my schedule gets unexpectedly messed with, I get grumpy.

Okay, so this picture of Kassy has nothing to do with the post
(except that is was taken in Honduras) but isn't she lovely?

Currently there is a team of 19 teenagers here. Most days three of them, always different ones, show up to help in the classroom. Some days there are four or five. Some days no one comes. While there is a schedule, it changes so much that I quit reading it and started to pray for peace and flexibility and creativity at the spur of the moment. On Wednesday I wasn’t expecting any help (except Pam who thankfully is always with me) and planned accordingly. Four helpers showed up. On Thursday I was expecting three helpers, four showed up plus three more from a a group of visitors and then a medical missions team came to give the kids check-ups which ended our school time early as the classroom was turned into an exam room. And while 10-year-olds can keep working when someone walks into their class, 4-year-olds have a tendency to run to familiar faces and give giant bear hugs and then forget what they were doing...flexibility. Peace. Joy. It’s okay to change the plans. I’m still praying through this one.

Oh, a surprise trip to a waterfall in the mountains is on our agenda in 30 minutes I must go. Of course, this is Honduras, maybe we will leave in the next two hours. Maybe the vehicle will make it up the mountain. Or maybe the alternator will go out. Always an adventure (Did I tell you about catching the escaped parrot?). Flexibility. Roll with the punches. God is good. All the time. In this, I shall not waiver.

(Post note: the waterfall trip was cancelled last minute, the girls and I went with the team to the hot springs which are practically across the street from our house...they are private so we can't just go whenever. But it poured the whole time and we never went in.)

Jose is 4, I think. He has an adorable laugh and a soft voice.
 He LOVES the attention of any male volunteer. 

Ethelyn is 3. Her twin brother is Henry. Ethelyn is
very mischievous but her smile will win you over.

A short one..

Michelle is 5. She is a perfectionist and tests all
volunteers to see if she has to behave.
She likes to be the example. 

Marlon is 6, the oldest child at Casa Cielo. He is
friendly, helpful and obedient.

Hello friends,
Thanks for your prayers. I can’t get the Internet to download the comment page so here’s a few personal messages.
Amanda! Yikes, I haven’t been gone that long, how could you have so much produce already? I wonder what Jordan is doing with all that stuff.
Mary Lynn—Hadley has written Alexis a long letter, but we need to buy an envelope and a stamp. That could take all week! And who knows how long it will take to arrive.

It’s cloudy again today. We’ve had clouds for at least five days now, for part of the day. Praise God. In Michigan, I get grumpy after days of clouds. Here I celebrate. I love the rain. It brings cooler air and relief.

Sleeping here is a challenge. One night, the cows that graze on two sides of our house decided to moo all night. Usually they are quiet. I remember a baby toy where you would turn a little can up side down and it would moo. Those toys had incredible sound accuracy. So one night the cows kept me awake. Then last night, Kassy woke up once whining for her water bottle. It was in the fridge because cold water is a treasure. When I went to get to water bottle (careful walking at night, there are spiders on the floor), the puppy was whining and whimpering. So I gave Copper more food and went to bed. Around 3:30 am, Kassy came back to our bed crying about a potty accident. Hadley and Kassy share a twin bed (yes, that’s been an adjustment). Their mattress had a big puddle of liquid poop, another puddle on the ground and a trail leading to the bathroom. We don’t have paper towels are here—they cost between $2.00-$3.00 US dollars for a roll. We don’t have cleaners, just bleach and dish soap. We don’t have rags. So we used our bath towels to clean up the mess, mopped the floor with bleach and then were wide awake. I took the soiled sheet and towels outside to the laundry sink. It was still dark, but the rooster next door was cock-a-doodle dooing to wake up the sun. Praise the Lord there was only one accident and no more traces of the issue so far today!.

Cano

Pam and Chris brought with us friends from Minnesota: Cano and Betty. Cano is Puerto Rican and his Spanish has been invaluable in communicating with tia and the Honduran workers at the property. Cano and Betty will leave tomorrow. We will miss them.

Alejandra and Betty

So some Honduran facts for you, from Papa Jones. Over 90% of kids in Honduras are fatherless. The culture here has little to no concept of marriage. A man sleeps with a women and feels no obligation to stay with her or to help raise the kids that may result. Domestic violence is a big problem. In fact, one morning our tia (Maria is a sweet, tiny woman who works hard and cooks brilliantly) showed up at her usual time of 6:30 am. She was crying. Her 12-year-old son was in tow. Her boyfriend had been drinking and didn’t want her to go to work. But she hasn’t worked in months (unemployment here is over 60%) and knew she needed to go because working for us is a trial for being hired at the orphanage. Her husband struck her, but she came anyway, bringing her son, for his safety. Papa Jones and Cano went home with Maria, and spoke harshly with the boyfriend. So far, so good.

My dad used to be frustrated with me because I took a bunch of Spanish in high school and a little in college and didn’t do anything with it. Languages don’t come naturally to me and I never went anywhere to actually practice. I’ve forgotten so much, especially my verb conjugations. But five of the kids in my class are from the village and know almost no English. I’m getting proficient at yelling Spanish commands and speaking simple sentences. My verb tenses are often incorrect, but the kids understand me. Dad, I’m using my Spanish!

A cow wandered down the highway
and into our ditch

Butcher shop in Village

I wish I could easily upload pictures for you (pictures you see here were added after I returned to the states.) I would upload pictures of all the bikers that go by on the highway: foreigners racing, bikers with two small kids on different parts of the bike, bikers with piles of wood or bales of food for the cows, bikers with ice cream trucks. And I’d take pictures of the houses. They know how to use color here. If a person can afford an actual cement house (as opposed to the many shacks built of scrap everything) they are colorful. Bright yellows, oranges, greens, and pinks. None of these tan, beige, or white houses of new developments in the US.

Selling mangos and avocados at market

Gotta go….thanks for reading. (I added more pictures at the end of post, scroll all the way down)

slow Internet update from Honduras

The school building, the Gnosis Institute

Hello friends,
Internet access is scarce. I'm hoping to write once a week? Pictures will be infrequent as the Internet speed is slow. I'd like to say we are joyful and focused on the Lord, serving where the needs are and not complaining. But we are too fleshly and we are still adjusting to the heat. When it is bearable to us northerners, we are content and focused, but after a morning of dripping and wiping our moods deteriorate into crankiness and frustration. I'm hoping a few more days will increase our endurance. Last night our house was 90 degrees, but the high was only 91. We pray there is no 100 degree days during our stay!
For the last two days I have been grateful for morning cloud cover

Teaching in the classroom. All Honduran school kids wear uniforms. And while we wouldn't think the uniforms are expensive, some kids never go to school because they can't afford a uniform. 

Pam , the girls and I spend our mornings teaching the 16 older kids ( ages 3-6) English class. Five of the kids in the class are from the village of El Cacao. Jeannie is busy preparing for a large group of high school kids who arrive tonight. They will do service and outreach projects here like paint the protective walls of the orphanage and the school (across the dirt road from each other) and beautify the village center with fresh paint and flowers. Jeannie turned the class over to us on our second day. We aren't qualified or fabulous at controlling the kids(especially the village kids who don't know any English), but I am grateful for a regular responsibility. When I feel inadequate I remind myself that lessons Pam and I teach are better than nothing. Most Honduran public schools are bare bones and close frequently due to teacher strikes. I can't blame the teachers, as of May they hadn't been paid since February (the school here, who has government paid Spanish teachers is grateful to their two teachers who keep working despite lack of pay). The government here rarely pays their teachers the promised salaries or anything at all for that matter. Books and paper to write on are rare. The school days, for all grades is only half a day. School is only required until age 12. Kids at the Gnosis Institute of learning (the school where we teach) are getting almost six hours of school a day, half of it in English. Thanks to donations from American friends, their school resembles a preschool in America with daily crafts, books to read (not as many, but still, books), paper and pencils and markers, even glitter. It is Jeanie's hope that more people will sponsor students so they can give this education to more of the village kids. Kids attending this school will be a benefit to this country I think.

Tom and Chris work out at the property trying to construct the protective cement wall required to keep the property safe. They work Honduran style which means stated delivery times are just vague possibilities, there is much standing around, but excessive sweating all the same. I think the process and the slow progress are frustrating, but character building.

Upon arrival in Las Ceiba, we meant Papa and a 3-month old puppy. He is a Doberman and his friskiness and love for chewing and nipping scare the girls a bit. Hadley named the puppy Copper, for the color of his underside and he travels back and forth with us from the house where we stay to the orphanage and school. While the girls are smitten but slightly distant from the puppy and I am tolerating a smelly dog, it is nice to have a guard at the house who barks, even if he always barks at the neighbor's cows.

While Honduras and the food are familiar, the trip is nothing like last year. We are about ten minutes by car from where Del and Jeannie live and five minutes from Casa Cielo. We spend much time waiting to be transported from place to place. We have our own Tia, or local woman that we pay who cooks and cleans for us. It feels snobby to let someone else perform these duties for us, but lovely too. Honduras has an unemployment rate over 60% so I know this woman needs the work. She works hard, is an excellent cook and washes all of our clothes by hand in a special sink on the side porch. Our whites are gleaming in a way I have never achieved as a laundress!

The house where we stay is on a highway. 

The house where we stay is spacious and pleasant. It has big windows (good for breeze, bad for sun baking). It sits on a busy highway so the car noise and the constant barking of the big mutt and tiny Chihuahua next door are new noises to learn to ignore. I admired the stars and the sleeping cows and bull of the neighbor last night for an hour while waiting for the neighbor dogs to cease their 3 am barking. The shower is frigid and takes some getting used to…previously I could not imagine a shower in this heat to ever be too cold! The girls have learned to bear the cold water and finally shower happily.

Our bedroom, which we share with the girls is larger than our bedroom at home. 

We miss the ocean breezes from last year though we have plans to take all the kids to the beach on Saturday. We miss the fellowship during meals and evenings with Del and Jeannie. Some days we don't see our friends at all, just the kids. God's purpose for us this time is different.

The palm covered mountains across the street are obscured by low cloud cover that has released water in buckets on us. The tin roof makes the rain pelt and those are the rain drops are the size of raisins. It is beautiful and so cooling! Sweet reprieve.

Forgive me if I make too many comparisons to last year. We are still adjusting to the changes and learning to serve in new ways. The girls are doing awesome (though you could pray for the hives that Kassy gets most nights).

Friday is Gym day at the school, which Tom reluctantly teaches (he does a great job). The building is the background is the orphanage. As the photographer, I am standing on the hill right by the school building. Many days the wondering herd of cows that belongs to some neighbor are in the little soccer field! Watch wear you step kids! 

Love, Laura

On the eve of our departure

This is the way to pack. I thought we were leaving Thursday morning. It's 4 pm now. We're still here. I got everything done. The house is even clean. The garden is fertilized. The yard is fertilized. Tom and I have left the country before for six weeks. That was China--pre-kids(sort of..I found I was pregnant with Hads in China). Suddenly with a home, a garden that I choose to plant anyway and two kids, leaving for 4.5 weeks is harder. We are sacrificing activities we love.

Hold on....Had to go pack two things I realized I forgot. I wondered what else I will discover? We don't have a scale here. So when we get to Grandma's we'll have to weigh our big suitcases.

And suddenly...it was time to go, I'll finish the post now.

We did the whole Navy Pier thing in Chicago today. It was crowded on the train due to a Cubs game and Taste of Chicago. The big Ferris Wheel was a hit though honestly I was so disappointed that the one slow time around for scenery viewing was not followed by a faster time around, I don't think I would recommend it to a ferris wheel lover. It really is just for the view....

Chicago makes me feel like a foreigner (good practice as soon I will be). It feels like the whole world visits Chicago. There are languages, tourists from foreign countries and more color of brown than I ever knew existed. Crowds overwhelm me. I just want to sit in the shade and pull people aside and ask them their story. So many people.....I still wonder about the desperate father running around screaming the name of what I assume was his little girl...how did that story end? It certainly made me grasp my girls more tightly.

Tomorrow we begin our flights. More than last year (when I knew nothing about what I would find in Honduras) I am filled with worries. I'm not normally a worrier, but lately I have to fight to give my concerns to the Lord. Seems like every hour I panic that I forgot something I need (usually I haven't). Or I worry about where we are staying or about safety or about being able to handle the heat....and sleep comes so slowly. And yet, I still want to go to Honduras.

So if you came for updates, I don't have any yet. But I do have a few prayer needs especially for a peaceful mind. Pray for flexibility, hearts of service and contentment. I don't know many details about where we will be, but I know things in Honduras are not efficient, that it will be hot, and our desire is to serve and bless this incredible family.

Love to you all.

In 4..3..2..1...take off

We leave for Chicago on Thursday. If weather cooperates we will have a fun day Friday as a family of four at Navy Pier (Kassy has dreamed of that ferris wheel since she saw it 2 years ago). Then Saturday we fly to Louisville, then Miami, then San Pedro Sula. Saturday night we get in about 9 pm our time, which is good because last year's arrival time of 11 pm was too much for the girls given the inefficient customs process. We will stay at a hotel Saturday night and then take a bus to La Ceiba. From there, the people will be familiar and loved, but the surroundings new.

In case you don't know or don't remember let me tell you where we are going. We are going to serve and to bless our friends at ROC ministries (Revival Outreach Ministries). The greatest part of the day for my friends is taken up caring for the orphans. They currently have 22 of them, all six and under. Don't take your orphanage stereotypes and apply them here though. This family loves these kids and raises them as their own. They teach them the word of God, work to give them a good education (through the school they have established called Gnosis Institute of Learning), and love them as their own. The particular kids at Casa Cielo are all unadoptable. In my understanding, this means the kids have been taken away from their families by the government for safety reasons (often horrific stories) but for some reason I don't understand the parents' rights are not terminated so they cannot be adopted. The Jones family, who run ROC ministries, fully intends to raise these kids as their own. We won't leave this orphanage wishing we could take the kids with us. They have a family where they are loved, disciplined and cared for.

For future reference, let me introduce the characters in this trip:

• I assume you know my family: Me, Tom, Hadley (who is 8), Kassy (who is 6)

• Pam and Chris, are my in-laws, they traveled with us last year too

• Leonard and Marie Jones (Papa and Mama), the parents of the orphans, the directors and founders of the ministry
• Jeannie and Del. Jeannie is Leonard and Marie's grown daughter who is married to Del. Tom and Del have a crazy number of passions in common. 
• Joy, Leonard and Marie's 10-year old daughter. Hadley loves her. Kassy only likes her on some days as Kassy views Joy as a threat to her to love for Hads.

Here's where we will be in Honduras. The first map shows where Honduras is in Central America (click on "view larger map" to find La Ceiba in relation to San Pedro Sula, the second a more detailed map of where we stay. Last summer we were closest to Corozal, a village of about 2000 people who are descendents of the slaves the Spaniards brought with them. This summer, I believe we will actually be in the village of El Cacao.

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Plan A for this summer is that the girls will attend Spanish kindergarten with the kids in the morning. School is in session there right now and we hope the girls will pick up more language. They get a little Spanish at their school, like colors, numbers, etc. so it won't be totally foreign to them. In the afternoons they will help with caring for the babies and other responsibilities of the kids. 

We don't have a Plan B if they hate Kindergarten.

We will meet Pam and Chris in San Pedro Sula before traveling on. My father-in-law fell in love with this ministry last summer. Since traveling to Honduras is relatively cheap, around $300 dollars, he has returned 3 times since last summer. He has enlisted the help of an architect friend to work with Papa  to build a permanent home for Casa Cielo. For five years they have rented various places and moved many times as needs and rents changed. A permanent home will be a blessing.

Tom and Chris will focus primarily on building. Though I think Tom is planning to train some young'uns in soccer! Plus, Hadley is missing a few weeks of practice on her traveling team....

Pam and I will help with the kids, teach some English, and generally try to be an encouragement and a blessing to this hard working family.

Unlike last year, our family including Pam and Chris will be staying in a rented house several miles from the orphanage. At least, that is the current plan. It changes regularly. We will miss the night time fellowship with Del and Jeannie and you (at least my dear family) will miss my regular access to the Internet that we will not have this year. I'll write when I can. But without regular internet access and the fact that I used Chris's computer last year, I make no promises.

And if you followed the political crisis in Honduras last year, you know that things are a mess there. Zelaya, the former president who was ousted the day we arrived, is still trying to get back into the country and to get amnesty. Billions of lempiras are missing from the Honduran government from the time of Zelaya and yet, the US ambassador to Honduras keeps pressuring the Supreme Court of Honduras to grant Zelaya amnesty. Zelaya appears to be a snarky, deceptive guy. And the US needs to stop getting involved (in my humble opinion). Really, why does our ambassador have a right to demand a meeting of the Hondurans Supreme Court justices to make them explain their decision not to grant amnesty?  Funny, how when you get involved with friends in a foreign country you suddenly have opinions on US foreign policy.


Here's a snippet from a recent newsletter from our friends:
"IHNFA, which is Honduras’ child protection system, is overwhelmed with the number of children that have recently been found abandoned.  The lack of availability in orphanages is causing officials to temporarily stop investigations that have been reported of abuse and neglect.  There are 83 children in La Ceiba on a waiting list to enter an orphanage, and 141 in Tela which is 3 hours away. We need to pray for protection overthese children, and that God would move throughout the nation of Honduras."

 Our friends have several needs. Sponsorships for the kids, so they can attend school. Money for a playground at the school ( I never saw one playground the whole time I there last summer!) , Money for a bus or large vans so they transport all the kids together. Check out their website: www.casaderoc.org to learn more or to donate. You donate where needed or tag the money for a specific need. Or you can even become their friend on Facebook just to see updates and pictures of events.


Thanks for reading and praying for us on our adventure. I'll write when I can.

Catch up

The girls are roller skating up and down the drive way. The house is not picked up. I read today, for fun, for information and for faith. That's a lot of reading in one day. And for the first time in weeks. I have nothing beyond showering on my to-do list. I have decompressed enough to finally sit down and catch you up.

The month of May and early June was brutal in its constant swells of activities. Soccer. Gymnastics. Swimming. End of the year carnivals. Poetry recitals. Soccer tournaments. A camping trip. A conference for Tom. Vacation Bible School. Stress tears regularly ended my week and really we can only blame ourselves--for cramming too much into the short summer weeks before change worlds.

I remember when the girls were toddling around the house I would wonder who those families were that hurried around like ants. We weren't busy. We had to look for things to do. The days were slow and exhausting too. Suddenly we are looking for things to cut, making decisions about what the girls can't do. Analyzing our budget to see which activities are affordable.

And then this June I was introduced to the knock-down world of girls' competitive soccer. Hadley tried out for Majors, the first level of competitive soccer. She made it with a top rating (never mind that she was shoo-in since her dad was coaching). And then came the draft and with it an endless analysis of which players to pick for our team. If you follow professional sports drafts, you might imagine the process. But here parents are involved. Parents determined to get their daughter on a good team, opinionated about how to coach, and willing to compromise integrity to get what they want. Yikes. If they don't coach they don't really get a say. By the time it was all over, after a long soccer season where Tom endured much gossip as the coach of yet another winning team (people like to conjure reasons other than talented coaching for why someone keeps winning) and a crazy draft, I hoped to not hear the word soccer for months. But alas, it's a World Cup summer. I better get used to it. Go USA!

Now summer is here. The girls are tall and lean. They've started learning to play the guitar. They're smart and quick and fun to joke with. Hadley is officially considered a tween (!) and watching her emotions swing like a pendulum make me wary of the next... oh 10 years.

I bribed Hadley last week. She was growing her hair long. It looked stringy and ...yuck! It was getting thinner and breaking with alarming frequency. Yet, she still wanted her hair long. I promised her I'd take her to a real salon, where they actually wash your hair, if she would cut it short. She took the bait. So did Kassy. We are all pleased with the results.

Below are end of year pictures with the girls' teachers. They both had excellent years in schools with teachers who we all loved. Kassy's picture with her teacher is blurry, so I tried to make it look vintage!

I've been writing a bit more (for money!)--mostly for the local lifestyle magazine.  And a lot less on here (perhaps you noticed?). My diabetes numbers are fine (not excellent, not bad) but my body is showing no signs of further complications usually experienced by diabetics.

We leave on the 1st for Chicago and on the 3rd for Honduras. I don't know how often I will be able to blog from there. We will be with the same family and kids but in a different place with different Internet access. I'll try to post some information before I leave so you can know more about what we are doing.

Movie Time

For years now, Tom has been telling the girls stories about a Princess Asmeralda, her horse Puffy Cloud, her flying ( but clumsy) dog Puffybutt, their friend Uncle Smitty the beaver and I don't know who else. He won't let me listen ( he should, I could write them down and save forever). The stories are checkered with silly humor, potty humor and a lesson the girls should learn about life. Two years ago they made their first Puffy Cloud movie. To refresh your memory. See below--the girls are 3 and 5.


It took two years and a bunch of begging but Tom and the girls just finished part 2. I think Tom hesitated because he doesn't know how to create the marshmellow mountain or giant ravens. The story is a bit inconsistent, but it's precious. And to brag on this dad just before father's day, Tom spent all of Saturday afternoon with the girls. He gave the time to them and promised to do whatever they wanted (within a budget). The dream list elicited some fighting among sisters, but they both had a fun day riding bikes, playing soccer, playing on the playground and making the movie (I think Tom had fun too!). And my last bragging statement. I love my digital camera. It's tiny, takes great pictures...and recorded the footage for this movie too!

More Poems

Both girls got to read poems at the Handley poetry festival. It was Kassy's first time speaking on stage and she is hard to understand. But my shy girl did it twice!) Her poem was so cute. In preparing to write, we sat down and read from the Random House Book  of Poetry for Children, after 10 minutes of reading, she wanted to flip the pages herself and pick which ones would would read. She stopped at a poem about a hummingbird; she didn't want me to read it, she was thinking and then announced, "I have a poem." She rattled this baby off, with only a bit of help from me on the last line. I love that she instinctively understood the idea that poetry has rhythm, and that repetition is part of that. I also love that she came up with this poem and I don't think see's ever seen a hummingbird.


The Hummingbird Flies
by Kassy Wells
Oh the hummingbird, oh the hummingbird
It has such a long beak.
It flies all around the flowers. 
It swings and sways to wherever it goes every day.



Hadley found success with her poem last year and repeated the list pattern of last year. I helped her think of a topic and a format, but the words are hers. She certainly mastered the simile in this poem. Though truthfully, I made her redo the last line three times. (I strongly believe in editing and rewriting!)
My Goals
by Hadley Wells
To be flexible like paper,

To be teachable like birds,

To be strong like a rock,

To be brave like a tiger,

To be committed like a teacher,

To be confident like a dinosaur,

To be graceful like a swam, 

Gymnasts. 

I've learned a lesson too this year. I used to fret about the big homework projects the teachers would send home. How much help is too much? Often, parental help is necessary, but where is the line? I would get embarassed if I felt like we helped too much. I didn't want to be one of THOSE parents who made their kids turn in phenomenal projects propelled by parental interest and control.

Then, I realized the teachers knew the parents were helping. The homework in second grade was enrichment, not a main source of assessment. Anytime I looked at the displayed results of a big home project in the halls of the girls' school I could see parental marks all over. From that point on, I began to enjoy the projects. Helping Hadley create a canyon was a memory. She learned about the processes of creation and creativity and about creating a time line to get a project.  Those things wouldn't have happened without Tom's guidance. In working with me on writing assignments, Hads has gained invaluable experience. I don't accept first drafts. I emphasis organization and word choice. She couldn't learn those lessons alone.

I laugh at myself for fretting about such silly things. I taught high school English,and I expected my kids to complete their homework mostly on their own. It's taken me a few years to relax and adjust to this new homework philosophy, but now I am grateful for the big homework projects the girls get. I think they enhance their learning and create bonding in my family.

Update

I've needed  to do an update, but this one is especially for my parents. They were supposed to visit this weekend. But mom fell and cracked a rib. I love you mom.  Here's some pictures to make you feel more present.

Our friend Laura works at a furniture store. If we visit her, and there are no customers in the store, she lets the girls run across all the mattresses. It's a dream come true for my girls and a great rainy day activity.

Sometimes I feel guilty. When Hadley learned to ride a two wheeler, we announced it to everyone we met and sent out pictures. Kassy put all the skills together and truly learned this April. But the accomplishment passed without much hurrah. Sorry love.

Tom did celebrate the bike accomplishment with the girls by riding bikes to school with them. Nobody does this at their school. There isn't even a bike rack; Hadley had to hide her bike in the receiving room. Kassy rode the trail-a-bike because it's hard to take a new rider across busy streets safely and without unnecessary panic on Kassy's part. We hope to do this often in the remaining three weeks, but you know what the weather did this past week.

Kassy had a birthday, almost a month ago (April 14).  She is now 6. We choose birthday menus and she chose grilled cheese for breakfast, gluten-free man and cheese for lunch and grilled cheese again for dinner. Catch the theme there? She got lots of cool gifts including a Padme Star Wars gun from her sister ( in the picture they are all sweaty from soccer), a sewing kit, a knitting spool, a fancy new scooter, and a remote control r2d2. She took ice cream cups to school.

The Saturday following her birthday, we had a party. This was Kassy's first friend party. And while I struggle with friend parties (it feels counter-productive to our values to let her invite friends when really she is just dreaming of gifts). But I let the parties happen occassionally (not every year), especially since there is no extended family around to celebrate with. I was worried at first because Kassy seemed unable to imagine anything but a party following the same theme as her sister's the year before. And then, she settled on Star Wars. I am not well-versed in Star Wars vocabulary nor have I have met another little girl who wanted a Star Wars party, still I searched the Internet and came up with a plan. And like Hadley's party last year, I let her invite a few extra kids thinking a couple kids wouldn't come, but they all did!

We had 12 kids (counting my girls). I made them all light sabers (out of mini flashlights, clear plastic tubing that was really a cover for long flourescent ligth bulbs, and permenant markers to make the light appear green or blue). The saber and a self-produced Star Wars activity book (made from word searches, mazes and coloring pages off the Internet) were the party favors. We started off with the activity books while we waited for everyone to arrive. Like most of this spring, it was a cold rainy Saturday, which hampered a few of our plans but we preceded anyway. We held Jedi training.
Tom had created an obstacle course in the backyard to build their Jedi endurance and speed. (The course was comical with the little kids in winter coats and then watching them shout "Cheater" at Tom. When he did the obstacle course, he was too big to crawl under one of tunnels so he jumped over it!)

Then, using water balloons they to erase the chalk-drawn death stars on the driveway (yes we used water balloons while wearing winter coats!). Finally, they were awarded their light sabers and taken into the basement. Balloons were hanging from the ceiling, and inside each balloon was a star wars character from the dark side. The winner was the one who rescued Princess Leia or Queen Amidalya from the balloon. This meant lots of balloon popping noise. Next the plan, included cake and present opening. We had Ewok cake (gluten free cake with pink frosting, decorated with gummy bears and marshmellows, per Kassy's request) and Yoda soda (lemon-lime pop with green sherber).

And after the present-opening, much to my dismay, we still had 30 minutes and no plan. We did impromptu thinking. Back outside we went, and suddenly Darth Vader showed up, looking strangely like the much-loved Cody. Each child fought Vader, but it was Kassy who finally finished him off.  Then we took the kids downstairs and tried to teach them sword fighting moves. I was thankful when it was all over as I was exhausted. And I couldn't have pulled it off without the last minute rescue efforts of Cody, Laura, and Jordan. They filled water balloons, finished decorating, drew death stars, cleaned up, remembered to take pictures for me, dressed up as Vader, and countless other things that made the party possible when I hadn't prepared so well. Thanks friends.

In other news, Hadley had her art displayed at the Saginaw County Art Exhibit at the mall. Each area school picks student work to display and Hadley was one of the second graders chosen (hers is the Starry Night imitation).

Meanwhile, soccer has started again. Tom is coaching both girls' teams again. He loves it. There is a girl on Tom's U8 team who is really good. She has impressive foot work and scores every game ( 3 goals in the first 4 minutes once) even though she is one of the smaller girls out there. Her name is Hadley, but I don't think she is my daughter because my daughter has never been a great player.  I'll try to post some even soon.

Mother's Day brought goofy girls sneaking around to make breakfast in bed. Kassy was so excited that she woke up at 4 am (she doesn't even do this at Christmas). I made her go back to bed. Both girls got up at 6 am and made my breakfast (Cheerios and milk, a hard boiled egg, a hershey's kiss and hug, water). They poured the milk on the cereal at 6:15 and didn't serve it until 7....wasn't the yummiest bowl of cereal but certainly the sweetest. My parents sent cool chalk board placements for Mother's Day. We've been having fun with those.

There Mom. Now you are all caught up. Love you.