tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12976124653581873242024-03-13T04:41:57.149-06:00Limmer Family AdventureHeidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240089726129821866noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297612465358187324.post-6944866485363442372010-06-08T14:13:00.003-06:002010-06-08T15:49:13.276-06:00Potty Training Party!We are a potty training household, once again!<br />I have to preface that statement by telling you a few things about myself.<br /> <br />#1 - I hate potty training. <br /><br />#2 - Pull-ups are of the devil<br /><br />#3 - People who have potty trained a child should be able to put that as a job skill on their resume.<br /><br />#4 - Bribery is perfectly acceptable when potty training. <br /><br />#5 - After doing this with three children (and countless other little people while working in childcare), I've developed a few theories and I just know you'd love to hear all about them (that's why you're reading my blog, right?)! One of those theories is that small children (like 18 months to 2 years) have a window of opportunity in which they are open and excited about using the toilet. Miss that window and you have to wait a while for it to open again, or you simply forge ahead with it and fight your child every step of the way. <br /><br />With our first daughter, I missed that window by a couple of weeks. I was pregnant, busy and thought it didn't really matter when I potty trained her. We started with great intentions, only putting her in underwear. After we had gone through ALL the underwear (about 20 pairs) in a matter of hours, I thought to myself, "Pull-ups are a lovely invention! Why not save myself some frustration and laundry?" Oh. My. Gosh. That was a thought from the pit of hell that drug on the misery of potty training for nine horrible months. And I can't blame my poor child for it either. I was the one who kept switching her back and forth from underwear to a diaper that had stretchy sides and made a horrendous mess when filled with fecal matter. Ugh. I told my friend Becca I was losing my faith over potty training. Wasn't joking; I meant it. Every time I took my little girl potty, I fervently prayed, "Please Lord, let her poop in the potty!" When our time in the bathroom yielded no results, only to have her fill her pants about 5 minutes later, it was enough to seriously question the existence of God. <br /><br />Second time around, I had heard about the "potty training in a day" method. I've never actually read the book, I just talked with several people who had used it, so some of my methods may not actually line up with the experts, mostly because I'm too cheap to buy the book. Essentially, you pick a day to start potty training, make a big deal with your child about how they are not wearing diapers any more and will now wear underwear. And then (here's the kicker) ... you NEVER go back. EVER. The only exception is that diapers are still acceptable during sleeping times until they start waking up dry, but I think that the die-hards still recommend underwear even then. So when our second daughter, Trina starting showing some of the signs of being interested and ready, we went for it. She was only about 17 months old and tiny for her age, so the panties barely stayed on her little bottom. The first few days we holed up in our house and had many more accidents than successes. But she was getting it! After the first 3 days, I would put plastic underwear over her panties if we had to go anywhere and carried a whole suitcase of extra clothes with us. Within a week and a half, she was pretty good in public and rarely had accidents. <br /><br />I got a little cocky and stopped making her wear the plastic pants when we ran errands. One afternoon I had to go to the bank to make a quick deposit. There was a long line at the counter, so I took Trina potty before we got in line as a precaution. When it was my turn, the girls stood behind me, happily munching on their suckers that are prevalent at every banking institution. Suddenly, I hear Trina say, "Mommy? Poopy?" She had a terrified look on her face. Diarreha was running down her legs and pooling on the rug. The lobby instantly smelled like something had died...about 15 days earlier. I looked over at Asia, because she is very quick to gag when something smells bad. Sure enough, she was gagging and very near emptying the entire contents of her stomach on the same rug. I got her to a chair in the back of the lobby, and then turned to the teller. What's the diplomatic thing to say in that situation? I'm still not sure, because all I heard myself blurt out was, "Um...my daughter just pooped on your rug!" Nice. I figured I probably better find myself a new bank. The teller graciously said, "Just roll the rug up and put it in the corner. The cleaners will take it and clean it tonight." <br /><br />Really? Wow! I quickly rolled up the rug, got my offensive smelling child cleaned up as much as possible, and skulked out of the bank, so embarrassed that I think I used the drive-thru for at least a month after that (come to think of it, I still avoid that teller). But then I got to thinking about how fortunate that whole incident turned out to be. If it would have happened somewhere else, like my mini-van, I couldn't have just rolled up the mess and sent it to the cleaners, could I?<br /><br />All those rambling stories are to tell you that we are now potty training child #3, and I did the same thing with Moses that I did with Trina. The only difference is that this time, I was introduced to thick, training underwear by my sister-in-law, Jen. This underwear is thick enough that it keeps accidents from puddling all over the floor, which is a huge plus and eliminates alot of frustration on my part. Moses is doing fantastic, and after about 5 days, he started telling me every time he needs to use the potty. I feel like celebrating with everyone! <br /><br /><em>How you doing, Heidi? <br /><br />Fabulous! My son just pooped in the potty!<br /><br />Nice...that's really... nice.</em><br /><br />If you're not a parent, you probably won't quite appreciate the magnitude of this event, but if you are a mom or dad I have no doubt that you are celebrating with me in this huge milestone. If you hear whooping and hollering from the direction of Wyoming, you'll know why... :)Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240089726129821866noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297612465358187324.post-66542677715167039212010-06-07T16:25:00.002-06:002010-06-07T16:45:21.185-06:00Moses Turns 2<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbSbfriptMGMgKXdX5P4SH9C_Cx5__v9UmNiJ6czpsOHhFAnnjHTAHa0CDPhyFjC2mwuZCB6upjD5JrzWe9qpwrg5nlMBjiQdLu9z52cbOfYdawLZaoi2oX4wykEY55MKmLHcO0EFwnN4/s1600/IMG_1577.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbSbfriptMGMgKXdX5P4SH9C_Cx5__v9UmNiJ6czpsOHhFAnnjHTAHa0CDPhyFjC2mwuZCB6upjD5JrzWe9qpwrg5nlMBjiQdLu9z52cbOfYdawLZaoi2oX4wykEY55MKmLHcO0EFwnN4/s320/IMG_1577.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480161950591048162" /></a><br /><br />Well, Mr. Moses, you are finally 2! And what a special day May 27th was! Last year, on your 1st birthday, we had no idea who you were. In fact, you weren't even in the orphanage in Kigali yet (the only orphanage approved for adoption at the time), but you were farther north at a facility in Kibuye. Rwanda had just given us their approval to adopt and we were waiting...and waiting...and waiting to find out who you were. Since we couldn't be with you on your last birthday, I wanted to make sure this one was extra special. I thought the picture above captured it all perfectly; you are fascinated with tractors but nothing can be compared to the way music mesmerizes you. So while your cake was WAY cool, the guitar you got as a present was so much cooler. <br /><br />Sweet Baboo, how can I even begin to tell you how much I love you? You are my son in every way, conceived and carried in my heart, and now I get to hold you in my arms. You are a living picture of God's faithfulness to me. Daddy and I cannot imagine life without you. Your sweet spirit is such a gift, and the way you pick up on new things so quickly still amazes me. We are so proud of how far you have come and we can't wait to see what God has in store for you.Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240089726129821866noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297612465358187324.post-59698404937540844112010-05-25T14:33:00.001-06:002010-05-25T14:40:11.134-06:00African Children's ChoirAt the beginning of April, we found out that the African Children’s Choir was going to be in town. We got to see them a few years ago before we had even considered adopting, and we loved their story and performance. To see them now that Moses was home with us seemed to have even more significance. <br /> <br />My only problem was that Justin was in Palestine for two weeks, we had just put our house up for sale and I was feeling the stress of keeping it spotless for showings. Every spare minute outside of my college classes, I was spending at our church getting ready for our Easter play (I got to play a crotchety old beggar woman). Oh, and my purse was stolen a couple of days before. It had been a long week. The kids and I were exhausted and the thought of taking them all to an evening performance where we would all have to be still and quiet seemed like more than I could handle. Beth, my mother-in-law heard about the concert and how much I wanted to go so she volunteered to go with me. (By the way, kudos to all the single parents out there. The way you juggle everything is amazing!)<br /><br />If you don’t know about the African Children’s Choir, you should really go to their website www.africanchildrenschoir.com and check them out. It was started in 1984 by Ray Barnett with orphaned and underprivileged children from Uganda. Since that time, they’ve branched out to involving children from 6 East African countries, including Rwanda. Nearly all the children are single or double orphans (meaning they’ve lost one or both parents), and they range in age from 7 to 11 years old. The money they raise while on tour in North America and Europe goes directly back into social and educational programs for children of these countries. Mr. Barnett’s vision is to mold the future of Africa by pouring into its children, and he encourages others to do the same.<br /><br />Maybe it was my stressed emotional state, but as soon as the lights went down and the choir came running out dressed in traditional African outfits and dancing to African drums, I was fighting back tears. I just kept looking at their beautiful faces and thinking that one of those faces could have belonged to my son in just a few short years. But instead, he was sitting on my lap, grooving to the African rhythms with my hands trying to keep his ever-moving feet from kicking the poor man in front of us. I was filled with such overwhelming emotion; thankfulness that he would never again know the pain of being without his parents, gratitude that God had seen fit to pluck him from the old life of loneliness and placed him with us, and a tremendous sense of awe that Moses is indeed my son. <br /><br /> At the very same time, I was experiencing grief that he would never truly know and experience the beauty of his native culture and homeland. I can’t sing to him in Kinyarwandan or explain all the intricacies of what it means to be a son of Rwanda. I can’t even tell him one thing about his birth parents (that’s another post for another time). All of these feelings were swirling around inside of me during the performance and I spent a good deal of time sniffling and wiping my eyes. One of the last songs before the intermission was “He Knows My Name” and the lyrics say, “He (God) knows my name. He knows my every thought. He knows my name, and He hears me when I call.” It was like God was speaking directly to my heart, “I knew Moses from the very beginning. I revealed his name to Asia before you ever knew him, I designed him to be a Limmer, and my plan for him is good.” [Sidenote: When we first started the adoption process, Asia (then 3 years old) told us her baby brother’s name was Moses. Nearly a year later when we got our referral, his name really was Moses!]<br /><br />Every orphan has a name. Every orphan has significance, and God hears their cries. I want to be willing to hear them too.Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240089726129821866noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297612465358187324.post-1384714300708162432010-05-17T13:57:00.003-06:002010-05-17T14:25:40.048-06:00Our Day in Court<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMk-Gd48lcycqnLrSFnhBtiRMrLfwDSHs8dmruCKcu5OUuxDgO8MyJYsFME7nUvBmBFgkYAFyY2dDchExyGOTBuRwi4Fz726BPRaEvp2_RdbYbY24_Zg3SAtqgF__mNlgAQM7Ly-yE4w8/s1600/IMG_1479.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMk-Gd48lcycqnLrSFnhBtiRMrLfwDSHs8dmruCKcu5OUuxDgO8MyJYsFME7nUvBmBFgkYAFyY2dDchExyGOTBuRwi4Fz726BPRaEvp2_RdbYbY24_Zg3SAtqgF__mNlgAQM7Ly-yE4w8/s320/IMG_1479.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472337282909741506" /></a><br /><br />April 29, 2010 was a big day in the Limmer household. We all got spiffed up and trudged off to the courthouse for a hearing to finalize our readoption. After about 2 minutes of questions from the judge, it was all over and Moses was officially a Limmer. <br /><br />For those of you who aren't familiar with this process, readoption in the U.S. was necessary for us because of the type of visa that Moses came home on. He traveled on an IR-4 visa which essentially made us his permanent guardians. He still legally went by his Rwandese name on all official documents. Every state has different laws and procedures for readoption, and because international adoption is fairly infrequent in Wyoming there are no international adoption laws. You just have to follow the same procedure as a domestic adoption. So, we had to run a notice in the newspaper, informing Moses' birth parents in Rwanda of the impending hearing (makes a lot of sense, doesn't it?), fill out the appropriate paperwork with our attorney, and wait until we had Moses in our custody for 6 months. Then came the final hearing with the judge. <br /><br />Judge Park was very kind and I think we were a pleasant diversion for him. I'm sure he has very little occasion for "happy" hearings. He gave Moses a teddy bear that Asia promptly named Mike. When we were leaving, he said, "Come back and see me again, Moses!" I laughed and actually turned back around and said, "No! It won't be a good thing if he comes back here to see you!" If Moses ends up back in that courtroom, he is going to have more to worry about then just going to jail; he's going to have to deal with one upset mama! :)<br /><br />The day was best summed up by Asia when she said, "Moses turned Limmer today." Yes, he did, sweetie. Yes he did.Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240089726129821866noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297612465358187324.post-20492135043544651052010-05-11T15:22:00.003-06:002010-05-11T15:35:13.892-06:00Happy Birthday, Trinity!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI4R9ATHq5tdKJdS1kbAcducpE5x2hZgVQPLaZxaE2W4R18OJqHQj2IGVxuxv_x4_v-_ncqYohwRuY_z-JzYhgKq9Wpv2KdFv__WnTioJTG-BkAGe6qO-iamh0gF6kF7_VDD9F3Sj3fdI/s1600/2007+085.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI4R9ATHq5tdKJdS1kbAcducpE5x2hZgVQPLaZxaE2W4R18OJqHQj2IGVxuxv_x4_v-_ncqYohwRuY_z-JzYhgKq9Wpv2KdFv__WnTioJTG-BkAGe6qO-iamh0gF6kF7_VDD9F3Sj3fdI/s320/2007+085.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470129165322052178" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxa5aQEpuP6fj7EhlsCSEOFSuKCaPjJlcZs640dQ3XsHT99jIZMzToN8Qzf_hynjlfQ-NuBK9-8rLe3_OUrNGfiud_X_Elb1sn31nLsXUMFNm_LibAsSZWIyRrwYK2aUt0C5f13w3yifE/s1600/IMG_1486.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxa5aQEpuP6fj7EhlsCSEOFSuKCaPjJlcZs640dQ3XsHT99jIZMzToN8Qzf_hynjlfQ-NuBK9-8rLe3_OUrNGfiud_X_Elb1sn31nLsXUMFNm_LibAsSZWIyRrwYK2aUt0C5f13w3yifE/s320/IMG_1486.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470128910525847954" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzR_noyrP3BV8qntnYaZiA-8AJEPqUXLlHOjV1hog1JietlUkxZB4LfbYLmEimVSA6oYPvmvVxh5Y65XOsmIhnd4Z0oabM1T53-a_hU_oUynRp21A6_x8X3mRvEx1jEJwhtnGVTmWL5Pc/s1600/IMG_1456.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzR_noyrP3BV8qntnYaZiA-8AJEPqUXLlHOjV1hog1JietlUkxZB4LfbYLmEimVSA6oYPvmvVxh5Y65XOsmIhnd4Z0oabM1T53-a_hU_oUynRp21A6_x8X3mRvEx1jEJwhtnGVTmWL5Pc/s320/IMG_1456.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470128488325706882" /></a><br />Dear Trinity Grace,<br />I hope that you will forgive me for being over a month late in writing your birthday post. It seems that your mother is incapable of maintaining a blog and going to college at the same time. So even though your birthday was April 3rd, I still want you to know how happy I am that you are 3 years old! <br /> The day before you were born, I went to see my doctor and she said that Mommy’s blood pressure was so high that they had to deliver you right away. You actually weren’t supposed to be born for another 3 weeks! I didn’t have anything ready for you to come home yet; all your clothes and your car seat were still in the attic. Thankfully, Daddy and Grandma Beth came and took care of all of it. We hadn’t even decided on your name yet. Daddy had his favorite name and I had my favorite. About an hour before you were born, I felt like God was whispering to my heart that your Daddy needed to be the one to name you, that it would be important to you later. So you became Trinity Grace, and I am so glad! Now it doesn’t seem like any other name would fit you. You were so very tiny at 5 lbs. 11 oz. and I don’t think you were quite ready to be here, but you were a fighter. You had quite a bit of hair (which was a surprise because your big sister hardly had any hair at all!) with very blond streaks in it. It was like you had already been to the hair salon for highlights. <br /> <br /> You’re still my petite little girl, but you are definitely not a baby anymore! I love your silly, sassy, sweet, and stubborn personality (most of the time. I could definitely use a little less of the stubbornness at mealtimes, though). You like to make people laugh, and you think your big sister, Asia is the coolest person in the world.<br /> <br /> I know adding your little brother, Moses to our family has not been easy for you, but I am so proud of you for being willing to let him in your life. Even though he is going to be bigger than you very soon (he already wears bigger shoes and weighs the same as you, but you are still taller), you’ll always be his big sister. I know that you and Moses will have a special bond as you get older. <br /> <br /> Happy Birthday, sweet Trina Grace!Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240089726129821866noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297612465358187324.post-24580067523348870432010-03-08T14:46:00.002-07:002010-03-08T14:49:43.010-07:00New Talent<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGPXrZuZPt8G4b4FGJz665fqZ45vVePG7tB6s3vkwKZxkyGBfEuGIoAzc0PRyVThK5_tz9XZ__om8BwkbSmk9IuaTTVbXyIWTlrl6VM6kNF2GM34pnwgzveaGyVfe0QeQAmLqtKNRy9HY/s1600-h/IMG_0705.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGPXrZuZPt8G4b4FGJz665fqZ45vVePG7tB6s3vkwKZxkyGBfEuGIoAzc0PRyVThK5_tz9XZ__om8BwkbSmk9IuaTTVbXyIWTlrl6VM6kNF2GM34pnwgzveaGyVfe0QeQAmLqtKNRy9HY/s320/IMG_0705.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446383003774342594" /></a><br /><br />Moses figured this out all on his own, and he was pretty proud of himself. Who knew a pencil has so many uses?Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240089726129821866noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297612465358187324.post-54854722448334858632010-01-31T21:10:00.006-07:002010-02-01T14:11:54.028-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuMPsoOLb_8Ic_JFvIqnrFAF-HIdUGC0pgcF8T14C9owoR9P9-Rrw31_NxYX6EZARc90I7PFCA9paVrDK-IALpEupkrQ_j-z0j3KONxLFj5B-9gX6sXwjFIlAMYjYVH-V1USti1luDOUI/s1600-h/IMG_0643.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuMPsoOLb_8Ic_JFvIqnrFAF-HIdUGC0pgcF8T14C9owoR9P9-Rrw31_NxYX6EZARc90I7PFCA9paVrDK-IALpEupkrQ_j-z0j3KONxLFj5B-9gX6sXwjFIlAMYjYVH-V1USti1luDOUI/s320/IMG_0643.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433127480852457602" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE28pfVc_g1e_2Sb9AjuGL60rjjIrr2USa91FRq6q6CCOsky6lDKJvTK9EvrdQyJGVu3T7gRB9Bdb7P5OSlR0U7vp610n5xfDPMWFeP3w47qgPrT1ooV8AxptJTWY1v_CI-OVQgfTaqiU/s1600-h/IMG_0668.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE28pfVc_g1e_2Sb9AjuGL60rjjIrr2USa91FRq6q6CCOsky6lDKJvTK9EvrdQyJGVu3T7gRB9Bdb7P5OSlR0U7vp610n5xfDPMWFeP3w47qgPrT1ooV8AxptJTWY1v_CI-OVQgfTaqiU/s320/IMG_0668.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433127165236929986" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGRRIiBHjRiqmwrOj82qTRuWvM1xfg5qEZvGBD60ConHN0TKCR2Xl08UD-tjLeGhLvCF-57P_oTlsor6ttIMEddWxXH9J__8Ygj1DO1UsL0zZrSlI3miTSpz9pSIH44OrOgPwTMrTDGwA/s1600-h/IMG_0680.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGRRIiBHjRiqmwrOj82qTRuWvM1xfg5qEZvGBD60ConHN0TKCR2Xl08UD-tjLeGhLvCF-57P_oTlsor6ttIMEddWxXH9J__8Ygj1DO1UsL0zZrSlI3miTSpz9pSIH44OrOgPwTMrTDGwA/s320/IMG_0680.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433126716547865938" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfp2pJKskJEg1ypg6GSDeYKHUY9iaX1aN1cq9gPTsh_wu_f7R8AQUmin4O0vKGoezeN-CuXS5XPpz0LcyvdHwajZ3a5nZNtVUaNKZASplV-H8OOqIWulgk4YNkWw-83IQFIBNCgF-gS18/s1600-h/IMG_0684.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfp2pJKskJEg1ypg6GSDeYKHUY9iaX1aN1cq9gPTsh_wu_f7R8AQUmin4O0vKGoezeN-CuXS5XPpz0LcyvdHwajZ3a5nZNtVUaNKZASplV-H8OOqIWulgk4YNkWw-83IQFIBNCgF-gS18/s320/IMG_0684.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433126470599782898" /></a><br /><br />Well, hello everyone! The Limmer family really didn't fall off the face of the earth, I just tend to do things in spurts.:) A lot has happened since I last updated this blog! <br />Christmas was a fabulous time at our house. We had lots of snow and had the pleasure of getting snowed in at Justin's parents house with some wonderful family members. It made the holiday lovely and relaxing. Moses got his promised drumset, as you can see, and is a very cool drummer. We also got a picture of him with Great Grandma Limmer, who is 93 years old. I am so grateful for her legacy. She still lives on her own, gets down on her knees to scrub her floor and I have to fight her to wash the dishes at family meals. Her years and years of faithful service to Jesus have given our family such an amazing platform, and I know her prayers have impacted our lives tremendously. Because of the snow, we waited until New Year's to celebrate with my family, but it actually made it really nice to spread out the festivities a little. It also happened to be my 30th birthday (gulp!) and I enjoyed spending it with the people who made my birth possible in the first place!<br /><br />January led us to Nebraska for a conference, which meant we got to stay with the Higgins family! They were in Africa with us picking up their boys Etienne and Ezekiel, and it was so good to be with them again. Aaahh...the refreshment of friends. 7 kids, 4 adults, 1 dog and tons of playing and talking to be had by all.<br /><br />I started back to college classes a couple of days after we got home. I went back to school when I had Asia, and have been steadily plugging away at my elementary education degree ever since. I sat out this past fall semester, but if I stay on course, I'll graduate in May 2011. It's good to be making progress on that goal again.<br /><br />We have been bugging Moses' doctor for awhile about the lab results testing him for parasites. Moses had gone through 2 treatments on Flagyl, but I kept saying to the doctor that something still didn't seem right. They finally realized they had misread the lab results and there were 3 more parasites that the Flagyl alone would not treat. So, he's just now finishing a 20-day course of meds that will hopefully be the last. I'd also read some recommendations to do a lactose-free diet after chronic giardia. After looking at our options, I decided to put him on goat's milk, and we saw almost immediate improvement in his stools. He's not 100% yet, but I feel like we're definitely getting there. He also had more bloodwork done at the beginning of the month to retest his lead levels. He originally had a level of 15 (doctor wanted to see it below 10), but this time around it was a 5! He has to have one more test below 10 for the doctor to be satisfied. Moses is also picking up tons of new words and growing like a weed. He says "Hold you" and "up please" when he wants picked up. He used to call both the girls "Asia" but now he calls Trina "eena". He's outgrown all the 18 month clothes we had and his first pair of shoes. He officially wears a bigger size shoe than his big sister. Wow! <br /><br />I'll work on shortening the time between my blogging spurts, at least by posting pictures. :)Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240089726129821866noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297612465358187324.post-45952898572230524682009-12-20T16:01:00.002-07:002009-12-20T16:35:26.463-07:00Cluttered ChristmasI really like Christmas. <br /><br />I am not one to decorate our house from ceiling to floor, inside and out. Heck, I haven't even made one Christmas cookie this year, but I still really like Christmas. The story of God becoming man, choosing and determining to wrap Himself in infant fraility thrills me to my core. Having a nativity set for Christmas seems so important to me. I want to look at it and remember what happened that day, and the implications it has for me in my everyday and ordinary life.<br /><br />So, every year at Christmas time, I clean everything off of our entertainment center and put up our nativity. We don't have a mantle to display it on, and coffee tables are out of the question for the obvious reason that there are 3 children ages 5 and under living here. I love unwrapping every wiseman, shepherd, camel, and donkey and placing it carefully in position, and it only seems fitting that the simplicity of the nativity shouldn't have to compete with anything else. It should be the focal point, the attention-getter.<br /><br />But, you know, the top of the entertainment center is such a convenient place to put things. It's close to the front door and high enough that the kids can't reach anything on it. Before you know it, life is crowding out my simple, beautiful nativity scene. This month's water bill, car keys, a movie we rented, a manual for Asia's new birthday bike, and on occasion, Trina's socks encroach on the sacred space meant only for Baby Jesus. In a matter of days, my Christmas scene becomes very...cluttered. <br /><br />So many things are vying for our attention during the holidays. So many everyday life responsibilities threaten to make us forget the importance of our Emmanuel reaching through time to be with us. We have trouble keeping things in their proper place. The insignificant and temporal often overshadow the eternal and lasting.<br /><br />Will you excuse me? I think I have some cleaning to do...Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240089726129821866noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297612465358187324.post-24283567781173541842009-12-17T19:37:00.003-07:002009-12-17T19:49:23.053-07:00Moses the Marine<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6i3i24i-fO3SQt0ZgipbEFDella8KvtTxZVbyEMjt6fkUpJ_9V9uM9LL30rwsUgMJuIjE5KMrPbDYnqfdytw7qJYl1o1jZ-MfOVg1FdVRtYI8rINCfmMpGeB4A_dnUYE3FOT1ic4L6v0/s1600-h/IMG_0615.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6i3i24i-fO3SQt0ZgipbEFDella8KvtTxZVbyEMjt6fkUpJ_9V9uM9LL30rwsUgMJuIjE5KMrPbDYnqfdytw7qJYl1o1jZ-MfOVg1FdVRtYI8rINCfmMpGeB4A_dnUYE3FOT1ic4L6v0/s320/IMG_0615.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416400525518732482" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7x0WNKETC23EoZa-gX_7zkhisUBwxK42NWSM4jTxyQ24wsaMqw69FARzGvJRFUwSkwQGCmW0LP1hVYeO41jC08wMj2rAlMRkxzK3SQRpHVMbRbu6qS9eNtnkb1P084fPkxiesWRj0pLc/s1600-h/IMG_0616.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7x0WNKETC23EoZa-gX_7zkhisUBwxK42NWSM4jTxyQ24wsaMqw69FARzGvJRFUwSkwQGCmW0LP1hVYeO41jC08wMj2rAlMRkxzK3SQRpHVMbRbu6qS9eNtnkb1P084fPkxiesWRj0pLc/s320/IMG_0616.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416400309162407698" /></a><br /><br />Last week, some wonderful friends from our church, David and Kisha, heard me mention that I needed to get Moses' hair cut again and kindly offered to do it for me. This is the end result, and I love it! Even though he'd already gotten one haircut, he still had several thin patches on the back of his head from laying down so much in his crib, and the hair on the top of his head was so thick I couldn't get it combed out. David took it down enough so that it will all grow back even. He looks like he just went to boot camp (I thought the camo shirt was a nice touch)! The first day or so, he kept rubbing the back of his head. So different! We also have to really make sure he wears his hat outside. Brrrr!<br /><br />In other Moses news, he is picking up new words every day and he's starting singing songs. Today when we were in the Dollar Store, he was singing at the top of his lungs, "Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey hey, bye bye!" One of his other favorites is "Today is the Day" by Lincoln Brewster. He is getting a mini-drum set for Christmas (shh, don't tell!) and I can't wait to see what he does with it.Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240089726129821866noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297612465358187324.post-37323459055934981032009-12-08T15:27:00.005-07:002009-12-09T20:36:47.651-07:00To My Asia Renee...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCanmBBhEGNiifs5E91bjw20nGwQJ_3pJ_5Eju3-1d47PvLWuyF0tMADDC10JEHtYhwxQcMO83DaXYin1G2jLo_pkXscfB_EHagvCoS6H8fsT0BndE2nWg_AEjS-LyhCiBlX5YO8Ezw9I/s1600-h/IMG_0591.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCanmBBhEGNiifs5E91bjw20nGwQJ_3pJ_5Eju3-1d47PvLWuyF0tMADDC10JEHtYhwxQcMO83DaXYin1G2jLo_pkXscfB_EHagvCoS6H8fsT0BndE2nWg_AEjS-LyhCiBlX5YO8Ezw9I/s320/IMG_0591.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412995895635436162" /></a><br /><br />Dear Asia,<br />It's hard to believe that you came into our lives 5 years ago yesterday. You were so tiny at 6 lbs. 2 oz., but you were such a fighter! While you were being born, you were having some trouble and the doctor was concerned that you might not be feeling very good when you were born. She told me that I might not get to hold you for awhile because they would need to help you breath, but you screamed so loudly that the doctor laughed and said, "There's nothing wrong with her!" You're still not afraid of making your opinions heard! <br /><br />You cried when the nurses were cleaning and measuring you, so Daddy went over to the table to see if he could help. As soon as you heard his voice, you stopped crying. When he could pick you up, you reached for his face and felt his beard, like you were saying, "So this is who's been talking to me these past nine months!"<br /><br />What a wonderful, amazing day December 7, 2004 was! You have changed my life forever, Asia Renee. I am so thankful that God has let me be your Mommy. <br /><br />Have I told you all the things I love about you?<br />I love ...<br /> - Your curiousity and sharp mind. I'm pretty sure you can learn anything!<br /><br /> - The way you say words like, hostibal (hospital), bisgetti (spaghetti), chapskips (chapstick), efelant (elephant), renember (remember), and batatoes (potatoes). The other day at dinner we were having something with potatoes in it, and your little sister Trina said, "I don't like tomatoes!" and you said, "Not tomatoes, BAtatoes!" So funny!<br /><br /> - Your love for your sister and brother. You are such a good helper! What I am I going to do when you go to kindergarten next year? <br /> <br /> - Your laugh! It is so infectious! Nobody can stay serious when you are laughing!<br /><br /> - Your sense of fashion. I love the outfits that you come up with! Grandma Dixie would say that you come by it naturally, and would point out all the pictures of Mommy wearing skirts and moon boots. In my opinion, the Limmer girls are stylish people.<br /><br /> - Your heart of worship. Don't ever stop making up songs to Jesus. He loves it and so do I.<br /><br />Daddy and I love you so much, and I know that this year is going to bring so many good things to your life. Happy Birthday, Love!Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240089726129821866noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297612465358187324.post-63238117591708797932009-12-02T15:56:00.003-07:002009-12-02T21:43:11.756-07:00ReadoptionOne thing that was kind of foggy to me when we entered this adventure of international adoption was the readoption process. I knew that we needed to readopt Moses in the U.S. once we came home, but I didn't know what the steps were to do that, especially in the state of Wyoming (it's specific from state to state). Some friends of ours in Indiana who adopted two girls from Rwanda were able to do the paperwork themselves, so I was hopeful that we could do something similar. I made a few phone calls to our county government, and after being transferred from office to office, I was told, "Just call an adoption attorney." We called the state government offices, told the same thing. Then we called the Department of Family Services, thinking that they deal with adoption all the time, and they had told us the same thing. We got the hint and called an adoption attorney! <br /><br />We brought Moses home on an IR-4 visa. This means that we were not present in Rwanda for the court hearing where we were made his permanent guardians, thus necessitating our need for readoption. All his Rwandan documents, including his passport, are all in his Rwandan name. Here in Wyoming, we have to wait for 6 months (since the time we gained custody of him) and go to a court hearing where he is officially adopted as a Limmer. One funny thing the attorney told me is that in Wyoming, it is required to publish a legal notice to the birth parents in the paper (the Casper paper, no less) since we don't have any document where they officially relinquished custody of him. That sounds logical, right? Some very, very pale friends of ours threatened to respond to the ad. Ha ha! I threatened her with her life if she did! <br /><br />So now we have to wait until March for our court hearing, then we can obtain a Wyoming birth certificate and apply for U.S. citizenship. After that, we'll get his U.S. passport and everything should be squared away. It'll be nice to have almost all of the paperwork done!Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240089726129821866noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297612465358187324.post-78497118750196987262009-11-18T23:20:00.011-07:002009-11-19T00:25:17.046-07:00November Ramblings<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_rvvsTCVJ9Ldva2FqvO55Z0X60uBAJnqbX-Ia8NPwQ5qWsug6YDPJZkt3sgedblvMvb15LnpkMMuidf9rzi89Z9YSduVt4tuXkg_N-rEf5lqSya7BTLrKI1J1dttSRTgRaTAZRmw7ZBY/s1600/111109+032.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_rvvsTCVJ9Ldva2FqvO55Z0X60uBAJnqbX-Ia8NPwQ5qWsug6YDPJZkt3sgedblvMvb15LnpkMMuidf9rzi89Z9YSduVt4tuXkg_N-rEf5lqSya7BTLrKI1J1dttSRTgRaTAZRmw7ZBY/s320/111109+032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405710020425040818" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0eAf6-zchIBtQCwiX_lIoa8kRJyvcGVMrfiFEjw_GioMF2k41hlUTHpZaNHCcqUNwJ9Hsoq9KDZkKWQwHqrUKy5oQW8YL1L0m28ZiMjWkYjgpX5eqWX6Ta7pDX9oESnSIKJqifgKMc-U/s1600/111109+034.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0eAf6-zchIBtQCwiX_lIoa8kRJyvcGVMrfiFEjw_GioMF2k41hlUTHpZaNHCcqUNwJ9Hsoq9KDZkKWQwHqrUKy5oQW8YL1L0m28ZiMjWkYjgpX5eqWX6Ta7pDX9oESnSIKJqifgKMc-U/s320/111109+034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405709778281013266" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO2HS9geuZtwGMpprFFaIO88oGTscNbUwh1HGa2JeifQ12v6IXY5L-m35vR4QIYQPGgbkcjwlKbyyq5HBdd-aFGshjdVTMx2wnN39hjdaxdPwZsY1cSrPXRLDtMHMgAQltY87mHnL_b1g/s1600/111109+038.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO2HS9geuZtwGMpprFFaIO88oGTscNbUwh1HGa2JeifQ12v6IXY5L-m35vR4QIYQPGgbkcjwlKbyyq5HBdd-aFGshjdVTMx2wnN39hjdaxdPwZsY1cSrPXRLDtMHMgAQltY87mHnL_b1g/s320/111109+038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405709557440563362" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0w7o1kIiSS1uvb6J78_9ppLQgbhXtJfx1uQZ6Y_ffj1gcwqvA_bu0IKlmNL2Tirfe4Kwq1YlupQh0PcGAj7Au2eruom15DTW3Opgb1YQ1Ub8FREDHw_HHH6CJcMnboO5YruEmUQbGrAM/s1600/111109+041.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0w7o1kIiSS1uvb6J78_9ppLQgbhXtJfx1uQZ6Y_ffj1gcwqvA_bu0IKlmNL2Tirfe4Kwq1YlupQh0PcGAj7Au2eruom15DTW3Opgb1YQ1Ub8FREDHw_HHH6CJcMnboO5YruEmUQbGrAM/s320/111109+041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405709323192127506" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuTd4gPGhGL6JxlR0HD4mqIfHsjuse4GRDjNm9fA3LBqWoth5UQ2VJncJ7nY1eNnUlvUyfo38h0M9xPHKefKhnEKKZcqyQleJrFrDKLGFJnXmREmwCjxZwRjByrhtg4ztxbI3IPwrdSYw/s1600/111109+056.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuTd4gPGhGL6JxlR0HD4mqIfHsjuse4GRDjNm9fA3LBqWoth5UQ2VJncJ7nY1eNnUlvUyfo38h0M9xPHKefKhnEKKZcqyQleJrFrDKLGFJnXmREmwCjxZwRjByrhtg4ztxbI3IPwrdSYw/s320/111109+056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405709067473218658" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNh39Oh5czGTWLw1Aj_-8_5pMIgXfGM1spmGIcGqNVr371lFQDh2wme2VqUs0HiFz4Sg7ZtO-5UX4DRfvQ9qALtasQA24pqNEFa11Bf1ElrMxkymEZqsloR8eDbHOkIzSfK1Xx_3PCTYg/s1600/111109+074.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNh39Oh5czGTWLw1Aj_-8_5pMIgXfGM1spmGIcGqNVr371lFQDh2wme2VqUs0HiFz4Sg7ZtO-5UX4DRfvQ9qALtasQA24pqNEFa11Bf1ElrMxkymEZqsloR8eDbHOkIzSfK1Xx_3PCTYg/s320/111109+074.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405708808909547474" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia8IEzGytWzCt8LMciMYnRNIUIF8moJ8BGLJgNQGueZBzOu7q6uvy46PM2tIFib8OKPlsAm8ZZk65RwBoaVSg7Y6TnSCi9XzKqn5g-wUFUf7dfHOtj-G5fz3O-D-JJH82Mcp2euCgvAQc/s1600/adoption+sunday1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 106px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia8IEzGytWzCt8LMciMYnRNIUIF8moJ8BGLJgNQGueZBzOu7q6uvy46PM2tIFib8OKPlsAm8ZZk65RwBoaVSg7Y6TnSCi9XzKqn5g-wUFUf7dfHOtj-G5fz3O-D-JJH82Mcp2euCgvAQc/s320/adoption+sunday1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405708617662624354" /></a><br /><br />Here are some pictures of the Limmers from Halloween and the last few weeks. We did finally see some lovely fall weather and the kids had a blast jumping in leaves. Halloween brought the collection of massive loads of candy and a fun party at the church. Two of our friends came as hippies, and Moses stole his fro wig. Hilarious! We were also invited to speak at my mom's church on Orphan Sunday about adoption. Justin preached a message called "Room for the Lonely" (you can hear it on our church website, www.wyrchurch.com. He preached it here in Casper the week before so it got uploaded to our website). Moses was the charming celebrity, as always and won everyone's hearts.<br /><br />I have been duly reprimanded by my mother for not posting anything whatsoever in the month of November on my blog. I must admit that the entire world of blogging still seems strange to me, mostly because it's hard to imagine anybody being all that interested in my life. And then there's the dilema of what to say; should I write about all the funny things that happen with my three kids or stick strictly to adoption stuff since the majority of my "followers" are fellow adoptive families (although I don't know about all you "blog lurkers" who are sitting off in the shadows of the internet)? What I have noticed about blogging is that there is a certain sense of surrealness to it. People can present life in whatever way they want and no one would know any better. For all you know, I have an absolutely idyllic life, complete with "happily ever after" endings every day. 'Tis not always so. Even with adoption, I often get the feeling that others look at us and expect everything to have magically fallen into place now that we have Mr. Moses here with us. What they don't see is disaster moments when Moses throws up at dinner (a fairly regular occurence. He has the fastest gag reflex in the West!), Trina throws a huge wad of toilet paper in a full bathtub and effectively plugs the drain, Asia has a bloody nose, and Moses pees on the floor, all in the span of 1/2 an hour (yes, that really was our night on Monday. Oh, I forgot the part about the blow-out diaper. That was in there too. I'm not sure I've ever seen so many bodily fluids in such a short span of time). Life is not always a fairytale. My son bites people, my daughter screams and throws fits when I tell her she can't have candy for the fifteenth time today, and I sometimes get frustrated and want to turn in my resignation and sign myself up for mommy rehab. So much for blogs being idealistic and one-sided! :) Now you know all my secrets! <br /><br />The other side to all of this is that I have a really swell husband (who knows all my quirks and loves me in spite, and maybe even because of them) and three terrific, heart-stoppingly beautiful children that I would not trade the world for. How can you compare any trauma of parenthood to those moments when my 17 month old son, who I have only known for two months, grabs my face and kisses me over and over? Or when my 2 year tells me every time I give her any kind of meal, "Thank you for this dinner, Mom" without ever being prompted? Or when my almost 5 year old tells me that she "loves me in the whole wide world?" I am overwhelmed with emotion even as I write this. I am such a lucky gal! Who'd a thunk I'd ever be so privileged? <br /><br />The other day we were driving in our van, listening to the radio and the Newsboys song "Wherever we go, that's where the party's at" came on. Keep in mind that the Newsboys are from Australia. From the back seat, I hear Asia say, "Why are they singing about a potty, Mom? That's gross!" and she proceeded to laugh hysterically and say "Gross!" every time they sang the chorus. What a treasure! Yesterday, Trina wanted to go outside after lunch but couldn't find her sock. She discards them in very random places throughout the house, and I thought I'd try the Love and Logic approach. I said, "Trina, you need to find your sock to go outside, or if you don't want to find it, you can just go take a nap." She half-heartedly looked for it for a few minutes and then looked at me in all seriousness and said, "Swiper took my sock, Mom. He's playing with it at Dora's house." Since the offensive Swiper would not return her sock, Miss Trina took a nap (Asia later found it stuffed between the couch cushions. Big sister to the rescue!). What a nut! Moses is not to be outdone by his sisters. He is rapidly learning the art of comic relief. He recently figured out how to blow "raspberries" and will rush to do so on anyone who is laying down and will hold still long enough for him to get his lips on their tummy. So funny!<br /><br />Thanks for listening to my ramblings and sharing all my "treasures" with me. I plan to write my next post on readoption, so all you adoption people stay tuned. Best wishes from this slightly off-kilter home to yours!Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240089726129821866noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297612465358187324.post-85685962193424979172009-10-26T13:11:00.002-06:002009-10-26T13:23:15.333-06:00Adopted for Life by Russell Moore<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwB5aXUgARS84_3DwUU6FrHtdFB1dPNGKVJy3d6Oo-6frC6RyaYZDhlWDLM6WiG2K1Ypid5F8x_MdHN0J87FoVjI7IIrAJ3D3b2aOOhiMpDMJow266DE8uWjTtfZYFnii6XVNGmTQZi4E/s1600-h/41SYDArshML__SL160_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-dp,TopRight,12,-18_SH30_OU01_AA115_.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 115px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwB5aXUgARS84_3DwUU6FrHtdFB1dPNGKVJy3d6Oo-6frC6RyaYZDhlWDLM6WiG2K1Ypid5F8x_MdHN0J87FoVjI7IIrAJ3D3b2aOOhiMpDMJow266DE8uWjTtfZYFnii6XVNGmTQZi4E/s320/41SYDArshML__SL160_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-dp,TopRight,12,-18_SH30_OU01_AA115_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396990131430251122" /></a><br /><br />I had to take a moment and let you all know about this wonderful book! It is probably the best book I have read concerning adoption (and I've read a lot!). It is applicable to those who are mildly interested in adoption, to those who have been adopted or completed an adoption. Russell Moore is a Baptist theologian and he and his wife adopted two boys from Russia 5-6 years ago. They later had two boys biologically. He makes some incredible spiritual comparisons about adoption, as well as some very, very practical advice. I think I paid about $11 on Amazon for it, and it was well worth every penny.Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240089726129821866noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297612465358187324.post-13306877540389038972009-10-19T14:51:00.004-06:002009-10-19T22:51:40.614-06:00Three Kids...and AdjustingThis past week, Justin was out of town for the whole week on a hunting trip, and it was my first experience as a "single" mom of three children (Just for the record, I am all for my husband taking time to do "manly" things with his guy friends. I think it's very healthy and good for him to have that time away every year, and usually there's the payoff of a full freezer! Not the case this year, but still...). Many of my friends and family called to see how I was doing throughout the week. <br /><br />Do you need anything? Overwhelmed? Stressed?<br /><br />And I could honestly answer all those questions no...most of the time. However, as my beloved friend Becca found out on Wednesday, I answered YES to all of them! I really was doing great with my kiddos, until I went to the grocery store. Keep in mind, this is not the first time I've hazarded a trip there with all three Limmer kids. We have been successful on two other occasions. But it seems that there has to be at least one horrendous shopping trip every time we add a child to our family.<br /><br />I should back up. When we had our second child, Trinity, our oldest, Asia was 2 1/2 years old. I could not fathom going to the store with both of them. How in the world did my mom ever do it with four? Eventually, we had to eat, so off we went. The trip went great at first. Asia decided she was now a big girl and didn't need to ride in the cart. Fabulous! I needed to fill it up with food anyway! I'm thinking, "Wow, maybe this isn't so bad! This is no problem!" We got down to the final three aisles of shopping, and my big girl adamantly insists that she needs to get back in the cart. She's tired, she's hungry, and there is no way she is going to walk anymore. Small problem - there's no where for her to sit. Her space in the cart is occupied with cans of vegetables and jugs of milk. While she is rather loudly voicing her desires (if you've ever heard Asia cry then you know what I mean), my darling sweet baby who has been so contendedly sleeping this entire time decides Mommy's allotted grocery shopping time has expired and it is now time to nurse. Immediately. In response to my baby's urgent demands, my milk let down and my face instantly turned the color of a tomato. At that moment, I had two thoughts. I could either abandon my overflowing cart and run for my car with screaming kids in tow, or I could sit down on the floor in the frozen food section and have a good cry right along with them. I actually did neither of those things and somehow managed to get through the checkout and back home (I can't really remember how, though). Eventually we got our system down and never quite had a mishap like that again.<br /><br />Fast forward to last Wednesday. Foolishly thinking that I'd already figured out grocery shopping with THREE kids, I am sure that we are capable of handling a rather long shopping list that day. Moses sits in the front of the cart, Asia walks, and Trina sits in the big basket until either I bury her with groceries or she can no longer stand being "little" and wants to walk like her sister. Again, we have successfully navigated the entire store and only have the frozen food section and produce to get through. Everyone is tired and hungry and ready to be done. Trina decided she needed to walk directly in front of the cart. Only problem is that I cannot see her when she walks there and promptly ran her over. Screaming child number 1. While I'm trying to console Trina, Asia tries to stuff herself on the bottom rack of the cart, right where Moses is sitting. Never mind that I had repeatedly told her not to do this because her brother has dangerous feet. In a matter of seconds, Moses had kicked her in the eye. Screaming child number 2 (and yes, she still screams really, really loud). Just for good measure, Moses decides he's frustrated being in the cart and lets his opinion be heard. Screaming child number 3. Again, we somehow made it through the checkout, out to the car, and back to our house. Now everyone is REALLY tired and hungry! So being the wonderful mother that I am, I sat them all at the table, gave each one a big pile of Cheetos and put away the ice cream, juice, and milk. After making them eat their real lunch (I had to make them of course, because they were no longer hungry after Cheetos), and getting them all to their beds for a nap, I laid on the couch thankful that we had all survived. <br /><br />So here's to all you mothers out there! You're amazing people and don't ever forget it!Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240089726129821866noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297612465358187324.post-11869104753030526202009-10-12T23:50:00.003-06:002009-10-13T00:10:37.211-06:00From the Equator to Snow!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji_ONJ0KWNSxrmoYJCgiOB0ffWKLZTPOw9T-2QtCpPXx3nUaxisRZMkHzcMc10Cy0cEVb8xgzufxOfwl8S5QZTKgPhZ6U8uNxq6ZMpuZTaqFSO0uMGQXwQ7pOs95MahZSHW97UA5q7gHM/s1600-h/101209+017.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji_ONJ0KWNSxrmoYJCgiOB0ffWKLZTPOw9T-2QtCpPXx3nUaxisRZMkHzcMc10Cy0cEVb8xgzufxOfwl8S5QZTKgPhZ6U8uNxq6ZMpuZTaqFSO0uMGQXwQ7pOs95MahZSHW97UA5q7gHM/s320/101209+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391958711056332418" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ_n28VKvaT3AlbRaJCqQbLApcPyb0jH21QagzFkqDyFtAcDaTe2t3J5JNRNX6gOnEEJ1isjuviEhvqOqPEUBZxF7D4Yrwt5J8fAytZCkFByPiBwqGRrIu8kbde1udO245IQiEx-2_Jpk/s1600-h/101209+021.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ_n28VKvaT3AlbRaJCqQbLApcPyb0jH21QagzFkqDyFtAcDaTe2t3J5JNRNX6gOnEEJ1isjuviEhvqOqPEUBZxF7D4Yrwt5J8fAytZCkFByPiBwqGRrIu8kbde1udO245IQiEx-2_Jpk/s320/101209+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391958458910557442" /></a><br /><br />We had our first big snowstorm this past Friday! Wow! It felt a lot like Christmas... except all the green leaves are still on the trees :). The girls couldn't wait to go outside and play in our winter wonderland, and thankfully, I had gone shopping for any snow clothes we needed just the day before. So, three Limmer children bundled up and headed outside. This, of course, was Moses' first experience with snow. He was so funny! Besides looking like the Michelin tire man in all his snow paraphanelia, he didn't quite know what to make of his mittens. He stared at them for a long time and then tried to shake them off his hands for several minutes. He didn't seem to mind the snow too much, although he made some interesting faces when I put some in his mouth. So cold! He also did several face plants (as you can see in the picture), but didn't get upset until he realized he couldn't get himself back up! I felt a little bit mean for laughing so much at him, but he was just too cute! Hope he gets used to the cold because it looks like winter came a little early this year. I'm wondering if he'll even get to experience all the fun fall activities, like jumping in leaves?<br /><br />We went back to the doctor for a check-up today, and he was very impressed. Moses has gained almost two pounds in two weeks. I knew he was feeling heavier! His giardia is cleared up (yeah! No more diapers that require a gas mask to change!), and he started getting the vaccinations that he didn't get in Rwanda (we had his bloodwork checked to see which vaccines were good from Rwanda). We are actually starting to see Moses be a little more naughty than before. He is definitely starting to test boundaries, and that's a good thing! I think he's feeling comfortable enough to do that. He already knows how to get a good rise out of his sisters and pushes their buttons whenever the occasion presents itself :). He's also starting to display more affection with them as well, like spontaneously giving hugs and wanting to dance with them when music is playing.Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240089726129821866noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297612465358187324.post-17455124183554928102009-10-04T21:00:00.004-06:002009-10-04T21:17:09.106-06:00First Haircut<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHk30t3QKi7opne8IMrXQm5ZwUoLxdMuxEDIQ8mhq9Lwsa9DmoiVAapiygbYTumHmVFxueig2QBAjH9CZd6u4I3QEQ1kiQq13y591fBM7axRqDpFwjLvzFj-1Chv4Rk1qaWQyjLyfFW6I/s1600-h/092609+008.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHk30t3QKi7opne8IMrXQm5ZwUoLxdMuxEDIQ8mhq9Lwsa9DmoiVAapiygbYTumHmVFxueig2QBAjH9CZd6u4I3QEQ1kiQq13y591fBM7axRqDpFwjLvzFj-1Chv4Rk1qaWQyjLyfFW6I/s320/092609+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388949667427525442" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsHvNoYsG2I42154uCKBQMco3mquBDeI614wgJQD2sg-PjGmxP1fP-2Nq_FBsTQxVo64bvjWPjTnZTaaVjN2VUugmU8YqeZmJ_zElVBtsN2O-cauJJk1rGF0EXM294m9vhfTrw8KBVlwQ/s1600-h/092609+006.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsHvNoYsG2I42154uCKBQMco3mquBDeI614wgJQD2sg-PjGmxP1fP-2Nq_FBsTQxVo64bvjWPjTnZTaaVjN2VUugmU8YqeZmJ_zElVBtsN2O-cauJJk1rGF0EXM294m9vhfTrw8KBVlwQ/s320/092609+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388949453771525938" /></a><br /><br />Earlier this week, Moses got his first haircut. Because of laying down in his crib so much, or maybe it's just the way he sleeps, but his hair was very patchy. The top was quite long and I loved it, but the thin spots in the back just drove me crazy. I tried to cut his hair myself but it was unsuccessful (note to self: get sharp clippers!), so we went to a friend of ours who is a hair stylist and the results were much better. :) He looks like such a little man! The same day we also had to clip off the necklace that he had been wearing. It was a medallion of Saint Mary that had been put on him in one of the orphanages, and I had waited as long as possible to cut it off. He played with it when he was scared or nervous, and I didn't want to take away his only "security blanket". Unfortunately, it just got too tight, and needed to come off. It made me emotional to think that it is the only thing that we have from the first 16 months of his life. I have noticed him still finger his neck from time to time, but he seems to be doing ok without it. <br /><br />All his medical tests came back good, with the exception of his lead levels. They are slightly elevated but not enough to cause anemia, so the doctor will just retest him in three months to make sure they are dropping. It wasn't a big surprise as many developing countries still use lead-based paint and the cribs at the orphanage are all painted heavily. <br /><br />He is picking up new words every day, like "uh-oh", and big sister Trina taught him to run through the house with his arms up saying "Yeah!" I taught him a couple of signs for things, like "please" and "more" and "all done" so there isn't as much grunting at the dinner table, and he has caught on quickly to that as well. He also loves to dance (the more bass the better!) and play drums. If you can't tell, our little man has stolen our hearts, and we couldn't be happier about it!Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240089726129821866noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297612465358187324.post-87158448298802314852009-09-26T21:09:00.004-06:002009-09-26T21:56:24.645-06:00Rwanda in Pictures<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNPofc-INnpSofFhSPndtmPQIhVdCgHk8yeCGyjMYPVkdzaEH5o4_L6u6px7IUkHMHZ5IW7amyj34yQq_CKs5Ucdrs7dUNIOdKdOzow0v_lXm5y3Et6ia7CSjUy9_cAagNupg2Bp1RboM/s1600-h/092609+072.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNPofc-INnpSofFhSPndtmPQIhVdCgHk8yeCGyjMYPVkdzaEH5o4_L6u6px7IUkHMHZ5IW7amyj34yQq_CKs5Ucdrs7dUNIOdKdOzow0v_lXm5y3Et6ia7CSjUy9_cAagNupg2Bp1RboM/s320/092609+072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385985334710427106" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOptkkEANcZWk0VgxrL36nWnQWfya4jU6n5KyUKzSCRoQd9piOELbWkFVtSpEg46ENNXAzLZ0eTMazSQpVr4n8iwXiUAfhlrIghjXP39J1YE4ujZcSLLLWeKTAFA0lqjqi_YcT4c_AD_c/s1600-h/092609+082.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMYtNObGNdlco-zPjzo6_S8cdw4Z-8tZB3ob_xPPrswUCsaemD3BwvQKhazSzSVbXUDmyLnMls7xiI4y-JpiMkFQpZlSNQA956AsYWUtRlFdocmwhNBrwZ4oMnMsq5Vsn13evy8kzeljE/s320/092609+333.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385981453205382594" /></a><br /><br />Thought I'd take a minute to post some pictures from our trip. Due to the technological unsaaviness that plagues me, I have no idea how to do captions for the individual photos! Sigh. So, unfortunately for you, I have listed them all below. <br />1) "The Blue Gate" - sounds very "Lord of the Rings-ish", doesn't it? This is the gate to the entrance of the orphanage. Actually, there are a lot of blue gates in Kigali, but this one is very special!<br /><br />2) Sugarcane field outside of Kigali<br /><br />3) Rwandan boys posing for camera. We had pulled off the road to take some scenery pictures when we heard this group of boys yelling, "Muzungus!", which means white person in Kinyarwandan. They came down to the car and wanted to practice their English with us. They were more than happy to ham it up for a good picture!<br /><br />4) Cheesy grin!<br /><br />5)First experience with bubbles<br /><br />6)More sugarcane on the way to Lake Rwesero<br /><br />7)This monkey was the full extent of our "wildlife" experience in Rwanda. He was at Lake Rwesero and was quite the character. Molly found that out when she stood just a tiny bit too close to the cage and he pulled her braid!<br /><br />8) Moses trying out his sea legs on the dock<br /><br />9)Lake Rwesero<br /><br />10) All 5 adopted children with Nyanja. <br /><br />11) Sister Katherine and Moses. Sister Katherine is from France and she is the one who came to Nyanja shortly after Moses was transferred to Home of Hope and asked her to find him a family specifically. <br /><br />12) Traditional Ethiopian food. This was a really fun experience. You tear off pieces of the bread, called injera, and scoop up the food with it. Everyone uses their hands and sits around the platter. A very nice custom that accompanies this is a handwashing before and after the meal. <br /><br />Moses Update:<br />We have been busy this last week. Because there is no guarantee of the conditions in Rwanda and Ethiopia, our pediatrician recommended that we retest Moses for everything (HIV, Hepatitis, syphillis, lead poisoning, rickets, etc.), as well as determine how well he was vaccinated. We also needed to get him tested for parasites (his diapers are horrendously stinky! So much so that the diaper pail is in the garage!). First time we went to get his blood drawn, they stuck him five times with no success. Ugh. We waited a day and went back, crossing our fingers that a very experienced phlebotomist would be there. First time was a charm and we got all the blood needed. Stool sample came back positive for giardia, but negative for any other parasites. The rest of his bloodwork isn't back yet, but we are believing for a good report.<br /><br />Moses' sleep schedule is finally starting to even out as well. For a while, he was waking up at 4:00, wanting to play a few hours, and then take a leisurely morning nap. Mommy wised up after a couple of days of that, and I kept him up until his regular naptime. What a crabface that morning, but he has slept great ever since!Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240089726129821866noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297612465358187324.post-86778563937057067442009-09-19T14:27:00.003-06:002009-09-19T14:36:18.741-06:00We're Home!Thank you all for praying! The U.S. Embassy did give us appointments for the kids' visa interviews at 1:00 on Thursday. The consular told us to come back at 10:00 Friday morning to pick up the visas, but after some fast talking on our guide's part, her staff agreed to process them that afternoon so we could still catch our 10:00 p.m. flight. Yeah! We were all so excited to come home!<br /><br />Moses again did great through the 30 hours of traveling. He slept quite a bit, but when he wasn't sleeping, he was fairly content to play with toys or the leftover spoons from the airline meals. We got into Casper at 4:15 p.m. yesterday. It was so good to see our girls! Trina finally got to "hold" Moses, and Asia was the ever-conscientious big sister. I was wondering how well Moses would do last night since we had just made a 9 hour time switch. He woke up once for about 1 1/2 hours but sang himself back to sleep and slept until 9:00. What a great kid! <br /><br />Thank you all so much for all your thoughts, prayers, and support while we were gone. It meant so much to know that we have such amazing family and friends backing us up. You are all welcome to stop by and meet our beautiful son! When things get back to normal, I will try and post some more pics of our trip.Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240089726129821866noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297612465358187324.post-48108580802931491192009-09-16T14:09:00.000-06:002009-09-16T14:10:09.583-06:00September 16, 2009I haven’t really told many of the details surrounding our trip here in Ethiopia , because of spotty internet, but I’m going to attempt to do so now. When we left Rwanda , we felt like the hardest part of the trip was behind us; our paperwork was done and all we had to do was medical tests and an interview at the US Embassy here in Addis. Wrong. When we flew into Ethiopia , we went to the visa office because we needed to buy visas on arrival. No problem for me and Justin; big problem for Moses and all the other kids. Ethiopia does not allow visas on arrival for Africans and Moses has a Rwandan passport. Somehow, we never got that memo; I really could play the ignorance card because I had never heard that before. We had a letter from the Ministry of Gender and Family Promotion of Rwanda stating that we were approved to adopt Moses and allowed to travel with him, but it still took a lot of waiting and talking to get Ethiopian customs to let him and the other 4 kids through. One customs officer told me that he wanted to send Moses back to Kigali , but he couldn’t because he was a baby. Our AWAA guide here in Ethiopia was very surprised when we told him what happened and said that’d never been an issue before. <br /><br />The next hurdle we faced was getting our kids’ vaccination records translated. They are in Kinyarwardan, and none of the translators in Addis know that language. We even took them to the Rwandan Embassy and they wouldn’t touch it because it had the Ministry of Health’s seal on it. Miraculously, the doctor who is doing their medical exams figured out which vaccines they had by the series of shots and length of time between shots and signed the vaccination form for us. Our guide, T, said this was a big deal. <br /><br />Now, we are being told by the Embassy that they may not let us do our interviews tomorrow. Only problem is that we are supposed to board our plane to come home tomorrow night. All the kids’ medical results will be at the Embassy by 1:00; please pray that they will see us for interviews sometime in the afternoon. We have seen impossible things happen on this trip and know that it can happen again.<br /><br />Today we got to do a little shopping and then went to a traditional Ethiopian restaurant for dinner. There was traditional food, music, and Ethiopian dancing. So much fun! Moses loved it and was mesmerized by the music. I still can’t believe how easy-going he is; he eats anything we give him (except baby food, he is on strike against that! He hadn’t ever had table food at the orphanage, so I thought he may struggle eating regular food. Evidently not an issue!), and sleeps wonderfully.Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240089726129821866noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297612465358187324.post-26941824656398737522009-09-15T21:10:00.001-06:002009-09-15T21:12:25.081-06:00September 15, 2009Ethiopia has been a whirlwind! Medical tests, translating documents, embassy appointments…and lots of driving around. We have seen God’s hand working in so many ways on our behalf. Tomorrow is a free day; we can’t do any paperwork or government appointments because we are waiting for results from the medical tests, so our interview at the U.S. Embassy is on Thursday afternoon. If all goes well, we plan on flying out on Thursday night. Keep praying for us!<br />Moses is as wonderful as ever and quite the entertainer. Justin took him for a walk this afternoon, and he was waving at everyone. Justin said that many of the people would grab his hand and kiss it, so now he sticks his hand out to everyone passing by. We are finding out that he has a stubborn streak as well, but his two big sisters have already broken us in for that so we are ready!<br />Sorry that we have not posted in a few days. We’re having trouble with the internet connection here, but we’ll try to post at least one more time before we come home. Asia and Trina, we love you like crazy! We will be home in just a few days and can’t wait to hug and kiss you! Be good for Grandma and Papa, and remember that Jesus loves you most of all!Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240089726129821866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297612465358187324.post-51894626000932935892009-09-15T21:05:00.000-06:002009-09-15T21:10:00.234-06:00September 13, 2009Today was our last day in Kigali. Sigh. We have fallen in love with Rwanda and its people. This morning we went back to the orphanage to say goodbye and to take them a large truckload of staple food items that we purchased with donations from people back in the States (Thanks Cory and Kelly and everyone at RC!). After lunch we headed to the airport, 10 adults, 7 children, and massive amounts of luggage, all of which made it here to Addis Ababa. We haven’t gotten to see much of Ethiopia, but what we have seen is a big contrast to Kigali. Some of you may be asking, why do you have to go to Ethiopia anyway? The U.S. Embassy in Rwanda is a massive, fortress-like facility in Kigali…that only has one consular on staff. Because of that, they do not issue the visas we need to bring our kids back to the U.S., and we have to get that done at the U.S. Embassy in Addis or in Nairobi, Kenya. Since America World already has staff in Addis, it makes it the obvious choice. However, it would be so nice if the U.S. Embassy in Rwanda would just hire the necessary staff to issue visas. I’ll be writing them when we get home to petition them to do this. If you’re an up and coming adoptive parent in the Rwanda program, you should do the same! It will make your trip much smoother and less expensive.<br />Moses is doing great! He was fabulous on the plane, and entertained himself with two plastic spoons and a cup for most of the flight. He likes to "sing" to himself all the time and he thinks that peek-a-boo is the funniest game ever. Oh…and his infatuation with balls is stronger than I realized. He saw a little boy in the airport with a ball and wouldn’t leave him alone until he threw it to him. Such a boy!Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240089726129821866noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297612465358187324.post-23703094652814532352009-09-11T11:24:00.004-06:002009-09-11T11:50:26.697-06:00Crazy Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigtXdXgH8C_3Yc8r0K03zo3AgI6ziv01liFFjrAa0hNhzHVM9w0UsLhjiZkt6DmvRn14sO9YZGNlrxpeF9Un-pl8OWBq1cVavJqxKWwXR8jvSy3FN_khnmtyZ63rdQpazGRgVV3dpm7q0/s1600-h/Rwanda+trip+021.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigtXdXgH8C_3Yc8r0K03zo3AgI6ziv01liFFjrAa0hNhzHVM9w0UsLhjiZkt6DmvRn14sO9YZGNlrxpeF9Un-pl8OWBq1cVavJqxKWwXR8jvSy3FN_khnmtyZ63rdQpazGRgVV3dpm7q0/s320/Rwanda+trip+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380265280833590818" /></a><br /><br />Whew! Today was a crazy, stressful, glad it’s over kind of day! We did get passports; huge deal because they don’t hardly ever expedite them. We first went to the U.S. Embassy to fill out some paperwork that will be forwarded to the embassy in Addis Ababa where they will issue American visas for the kids. A new consular has come to the embassy since the last group of adoptive families were here, and she does everything by the book (Sidenote to AWAA families: make sure you bring your receipt from filing your I-600A. If you don’t have that tiny piece of paper, you’ll have to repay that fee. So literally, that receipt is worth $670! Thankfully, I saved every adoption related receipt, but I would have never thought that was something we would need). She wanted to see all the kids’ passports, which we couldn’t pick up until 1:00 p.m. … the same time that the Embassy closes for the day. She agreed to stay until 1:30 for us. We hurried over to the Immigration office to wait for the much desired passports. Right at 1:30, we got them and made a mad dash back to the consulate. I got there first, sat down to wait for the consular and starting looking through Moses’ passport … only to realize that his date of birth was wrong! Aaack! My heart fell to the pit of my stomach! We talked to the consular about it, and she said we had to get the passport reissued. No way! There was no way we thought we’d get another passport by the end of day, and it was Friday. I didn’t see any way that we were going to be able to get on the plane to Addis Ababa on Sunday. Justin ran back over to Immigration to see what they could do. Moses and I waited at the consulate. By this time, the consular had also agreed to stay until 3:00 and finish processing everyone else’s paperwork for them to hand carry to Addis. Miraculously, Immigration agreed to make a new passport that afternoon, and just as miraculously, it got done before the consular had to leave. She was able to process our paperwork and everything turned out ok. Oh my! We all feel emotionally wrung out tonight, but we’re all so grateful that it’s over. And we even got to spend Sept. 11 on American soil (even though we would have rather only been there 1 hour instead of 5). <br /><br />The picture that I posted is of our guide Nyanja and her 3 year old son Solomon. She is amazing and we love her!Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240089726129821866noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297612465358187324.post-60243418386470109552009-09-10T07:59:00.001-06:002009-09-10T08:04:30.885-06:00PassportsToday we have been working on getting Rwandan passports for all our kids to travel home (they get their U.S. passport after we do re-adoption in the States). Normally, the passport office requires 5-10 days to process a passport, but because we didn’t get our travel document from MIGEPROF until yesterday, that timeline is impossible. We all wrote letters asking for the passports to be expedited, but it really is up to them if they want to accommodate us or not. We have to be in Addis Ababa for our visa appointments on Wednesday since our agency only gets appointments every other week on Wed. Needless to say, we were all praying they would be favorable to us (Kara was working on the tears if they needed more convincing! ). After we explained, the lovely woman at the passport office told us to come back tomorrow at 1:00 p.m. Nyanja said that is the time that they give out passports. Though we weren’t guaranteed anything, we are all very happy that we’ll most likely get passports tomorrow. <br /><br />We are discovering more and more of Moses’ personality! What a character! He is a very, very busy boy and loves to drum, sing, dance, and play with cars. We’re having to lay down some boundaries already and that makes him unhappy (like, you can’t hit your friends with a toy! What a bummer!), but for the most part he is an entertaining, sweet, and silly little boy. His favorite word is “Doh!”, which means “look” in Kinyarwandan. He points and says that a lot. He is saying mama and dada, mostly in the right context. We can’t wait for you all to meet him!<br /><br />P.S. Happy 93rd birthday to Grandma Great Limmer! We love you and hope you have a very special day!Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240089726129821866noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297612465358187324.post-58078605211182909452009-09-09T08:05:00.004-06:002009-09-09T08:24:20.634-06:00Gotcha Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvUWY8PiSGtJ6GYu0V21pqEsdZKf7fyqdtUMtrtpbcqWUNDvZWJGi5_1kRBANhIL_0NdfAfD4sII66-Ah99CnKnAAyP1i2aY8GZryjTdrQjGXzbgijKISQQnhO5QlyZUz3V0OTbrz71XE/s1600-h/Rwanda+trip+016.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvUWY8PiSGtJ6GYu0V21pqEsdZKf7fyqdtUMtrtpbcqWUNDvZWJGi5_1kRBANhIL_0NdfAfD4sII66-Ah99CnKnAAyP1i2aY8GZryjTdrQjGXzbgijKISQQnhO5QlyZUz3V0OTbrz71XE/s320/Rwanda+trip+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379471527623651282" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjluqtFzUBdXxGJXV-AlHl8HBV9AQfeztgUqHWE-1iPfeYlpnM4uIcuI0n8SokCkpHTsbmrHbAvsSroUvV_uitzi3o7tCaUa7lp3_F3a_R7QwCCiuH3Z0Yq-EDkj9_i01hFVtT-8mEK1Dw/s1600-h/Rwanda+trip+015.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjluqtFzUBdXxGJXV-AlHl8HBV9AQfeztgUqHWE-1iPfeYlpnM4uIcuI0n8SokCkpHTsbmrHbAvsSroUvV_uitzi3o7tCaUa7lp3_F3a_R7QwCCiuH3Z0Yq-EDkj9_i01hFVtT-8mEK1Dw/s320/Rwanda+trip+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379470295669515106" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFaSeLtJHx4bTWqybi-aTtLEMvmDAri1gnJo7uVJfLQuH0e1el0PEvNkryFFNmlMsn0j83cuLxdGDT39PfN1491Vw8BAcZ9OlZmoM_usacjFfjyIMKFmsi4cU-Yp7nKYHKAmyPiNqPjEs/s1600-h/Rwanda+trip+014.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFaSeLtJHx4bTWqybi-aTtLEMvmDAri1gnJo7uVJfLQuH0e1el0PEvNkryFFNmlMsn0j83cuLxdGDT39PfN1491Vw8BAcZ9OlZmoM_usacjFfjyIMKFmsi4cU-Yp7nKYHKAmyPiNqPjEs/s320/Rwanda+trip+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379469429993481778" /></a><br /><br />Our official, never have to stay at the orphanage again, gotcha date is 09/09/09. We were FINALLY able to get his travel document from the Ministry today. Whew! Last night when we took him back to the orphanage, he was very distraught that we were leaving. I told Justin I didn’t think that I could do that again. We gave him his first bath after we got back to the hotel, and it was a little bit of a rodeo! The water scared him. In the end, he got sufficiently clean without too much trauma. <br /><br />Enjoy the random pictures from the last few days! The group picture is all of us with Veronique, the woman at the minister’s office who processes all our paperwork. She is a very important person! <br /><br />Please pray for us that we can get his passport expedited and still leave for Ethiopia on time.Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240089726129821866noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297612465358187324.post-64261030266876274792009-09-07T12:54:00.001-06:002009-09-07T13:02:21.920-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgse0Mk2DaFiYmEYG81UxhMtMLr2ierrYfvIMLsZiuJqkl2jzOS4l9_ccLS51kQMIAoD4AfjlWNDarbxUaMCvSIwmUjYAcGHpO7gCpxHP9KcC0vcBpKDlmnPvEKK27GJ-nPiDC4mCKMElQ/s1600-h/Rwanda+trip.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgse0Mk2DaFiYmEYG81UxhMtMLr2ierrYfvIMLsZiuJqkl2jzOS4l9_ccLS51kQMIAoD4AfjlWNDarbxUaMCvSIwmUjYAcGHpO7gCpxHP9KcC0vcBpKDlmnPvEKK27GJ-nPiDC4mCKMElQ/s320/Rwanda+trip.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378802276239228994" /></a><br /><br />So … I lied. In my last post, I said that we would be able to keep Moses tonight, but it didn’t work out. The other families that arrived today were delayed by a few hours and by the time everyone got back to the hotel, the Ministry of Gender and Family Promotion was closed for the day. We have to pick up Moses’ travel document from them, take a copy to the orphanage and check out, and then take the original up to the U.S. Embassy so they can process his passport. Tomorrow, we will be doing all that, and all the families will go together. We did pick Moses up around 11:00 today and took him back to the hotel for his nap. He wanted both of us laying down right by him, and he fell asleep with his hands on my neck and his face about 3 inches away. So sweet! He is getting more and more playful each day. Lots of smiles! It was definitely harder to leave him tonight, but soon, very soon that will not be the case!<br /><br />This morning Nyanja took us to the genocide memorial here in Kigali. It’s hard to even express the depth and range of emotion that I felt. I have studied Rwandan history and know all the facts about the genocide, but … well, there are some things that books and movies can never convey. One of the last exhibits is dedicated to the children who were killed. I had made it through the museum up until that point, but as we walked out of there into the gardens, I couldn’t help but weep. Not just a few tears … I was sobbing. I surprised several gardeners with my blotchy, wet face. The garden area is very beautiful and peaceful with neatly groomed hedges, flowers, and pathways. They have 258,000 victims buried there in mass graves. There are still fresh flowers being placed on the graves and signs that say, “Never forget. Never again.” Nyanja said that before the genocide, there were only 3 orphanages in Rwanda. Now there are 300. Only 29 of these are registered, and only 1 has all the proper paperwork in place (hence the reason all the referrals are coming out of Home of Hope). Now, those children who were orphaned during the genocide are having babies that they can’t take care of and creating more orphans. Nyanja did tell us that Rwanda is a much better country after the genocide than it was before. People here have had to learn how to reconcile and move on. They are committed to healing and improving their nation.<br /><br />We went to pick up Moses right after that. I’m sure he wondered why I held him so tight! While we were there, the police brought in a baby that had been found just hours earlier, abandoned on the side of the road. He was days old. This is the second baby that’s been brought to the orphanage just in the three days since we’ve been here. The sisters told me this afternoon that they decided to name him Moses, too. <br /><br />We are glad that the Himes and Higgins families made it safe today! It was wonderful watching them meet their children for the first time. It’ll be fun to watch all the kids interact and play together in the days ahead.Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240089726129821866noreply@blogger.com5