Wow, it's about time, right? I've been meaning to post this for awhile, but kept hoping to have more "definite" information to put up. No such luck. So anyway, here is what has been going on so far with "my baby":
For those of you who don't know, I began the process of adopting a 3-year-old Haitian boy named Kervens while we were in Haiti near the end of July. While in Haiti I was told that a single woman could adopt as long as she was 19 years older than the child. I started the Haitian adoption paperwork, and put Kervens in the care of the lawyer, who is also the pastor of a local Haitian church. He and his wife have two boys, and also care for several other children, including Lucson, Kerven's half brother (who is being adopted by Aaron). Kervens stayed with me for the 4-5 days we were in Haiti, and though he was completely silent and still for the first day, he was talking loudly and running around by the time I left. His language appears to be delayed (he babbles and only speaks a few recognizable Creole words), but other than that he seems to be doing fine. He really enjoyed playing with my mp3 player, kicking around his soccer ball (and keeping it from his brother), and holding his rattle and water bottle. By the end of my time there he was calling me both "mama" and "hey!", and knew that me, dad, and Aaron were people to go to for food and attention.
When I got back to the United States I did some research on Haitian adoption, and found that the rules were varied, random, constantly changing, and not really recorded anywhere. Each agency website I went to listed different requirements for adoption. After calling several agencies, I found that Haiti is undergoing a major change in their adoption process, and that many adoptions are on hold right now. It seems that, due to Haiti's loose regulations (which were rarely followed, apparently), they have decided to become more "strict" and set down rules with no exceptions. It used to be that a person could get an "exception" from the President...that will no longer be allowed. I guess he was overwhelmed with people requesting "exceptions". The age for single adults to adopt will be either 30 or 35...and with no more presidential "exceptions", I will not be able to adopt Kervens for at least another 6 1/2 years. As joint adoptions are not allowed, my parents will not be able to adopt Kervens with me. Sooooo.....right now, Kervens will stay in Haiti, in the care of the pastor and his wife. I'm hoping that in a few months the law will be straightened out and things will start moving smoothly, and I will be able to figure out where to go from there.
That's all for now! Please pray for Haiti's adoption process...that it would get settled soon, and that the new leadership would make more reasonable requirements for adoption so more children will be able to be adopted.
Once I saw this guy on a bridge about to jump. I said, "Don't do it!"
-- He said, "Nobody loves me." -- I said, "God loves you. Do you
believe in God?"
He said, "Yes."
I said, "Are you a Christian or a Jew?"
He said, "A Christian."
I said, "Me, too! Protestant or Catholic?"
He said, "Protestant."
I said, "Me, too! What denomination?"
He said, "Baptist."
I said, "Me, too! Northern Baptist or Southern Baptist?"
He said, "Northern Baptist." -- I said, "Northern Conservative
Baptist or Northern Liberal Baptist?" -- He said, "Northern
Conservative Baptist." -- I said, "Northern Conservative Baptist Great
Lakes Region, or Northern Conservative Baptist Eastern Region?" -- He
said, "Northern Conservative Baptist Great Lakes Region." -- I said,
"Northern Conservative Baptist Great Lakes Region Council of 1879, or
Northern Conservative Baptist Great Lakes Region Council of 1912?" --
He said, "Northern Conservative Baptist Great Lakes Region Council of
1912."
Some old photos from the fall of my freshman year of undergrad (Fall 2003):
Us hanging out. We did quite a bit of that for the first few months. (Bec, Cassandra, Me, Lis, Timothy, and Logan in the front)
We went swing dancing...sorry for the bad quality, but these were taken on "old-fashioned" film cameras, and then scanned. =) (Timothy, me, Paul, Cassandra, and Becca)
Cool people at church (on the back of Logan's truck) (Timothy, me, Becca, and Paul in the back).
The guys of the group! Logan, Paul, and Timothy.
The girls (minus Becca). For a few months we referred to each other as "The 8", because we did everything together. (Amanda, Cassandra, me, Lis)
I'm not sure when this photo was taken...Paul has long hair, so it must have been Fall 2004, at least. Maybe Spring 2005. We were headed to the Baptist Student Union dance, and were doing our best to look "haughty" (or something like that...haha!).
Once upon a time, a girl named Sarah drove to Camp Cheerio in the mountains of NC.
She met up with her friends Esther and Silvia, and spent the rest of the day doing randomness.
That night, she and Esther checked into their hotel...which turned out to be a ghetto hotel, disguised as one of those "quaint mountain" places. There was no internet access, no clock, tv was too fuzzy to watch...and the remote was broken so captions couldn't be turned on anyway, half of their lights didn't work (which was probably due to several of the outlets not working, no matter which switches they flipped), some parts of the floor moved under their feet, blinds didn't completely close, one of the beds was noticeably "caved in" on one side, and one of the chairs was a plastic patio chair. Unfortunately, Sarah did not capture the ghetto-ness on film, so you will just have to imagine it for yourselves.
The next day Sarah hung out with the coolest kids' group: Forrest, Andy, and the Second Graders.
Included in the group were three very talented photographers, who took several of the following photos (which is why most of the pictures include
them).
Since I have been lax in posting lately, I figured I'd make it up to everyone by posting two (yes, two) Monty Python sketches: The Dead Parrot and the Miracle of Birth. Aren't you lucky? *Ping*
Flight of the Conchords, "The Most Beautiful Girl in the Room"
Looking 'round the room, I can tell that you. Are the most beautiful girl in the...room. (In the whole wide room).
And when you're on the street, depending on the street. I bet you are definitely in the top 3. Good lookin girls on the street. (Depending on the street). And when I saw you at my mate's place. I thought...what, is she, doing ...at my mate's place. How did Dave get a hottie like that to a party like this? Good one, Dave. (Ooh, you're a LEGEND, Dave).
I asked Dave if he's going to make a move on you. He's not sure. I said "Dave, do you mind if I do?" He says he doesn't mind. But I can tell he kind of minds. But I'm going to do it anyway.
I see you standing all alone by the stereo. I dim the lights down to very low. Here we go You're so beautiful. You could be a waitress. You're so beautiful. You could be a air hostess in the 60s. You're so beautiful.
You could be a part-time model. And then I seal the deal, I do my moves I do my dance moves.
It's twelve oh two, just me and you. As seven other dudes around you on the dance floor. I draw you near, lets get out of here. Lets get in a cab. I'll buy you a kebab.
I can't believe that I'm sharing a kebab. With the most beautiful girl I have ever seen ...with a kebab. Oh, why don't we leave? Lets go to my house. We can feel each other up on the couch. Oh no. I don't mind taking it slow-ho-ho, no-ho-ho, yeah.
Cause you're so beautiful... Like a, tree Or a high class prostitute. You're so beautiful. You could be a part time model. But you'd probably still have to keep your normal job. A part time model. Spending part of your time modeling. And part of your time next to meeeeeeeeee! My place is usually a bit tidier than this...
~ He fell for
her like his heart was a mob informant and she was the East
River.
~ Even in his
last years, Grandpappy had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left
out so long, it had rusted shut.
~ The plan was
simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.
~ The young
fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.
~ He was as
lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was
actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.
~ Her face was
a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a
Thigh Master.
~ She grew on
him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.
~ She had a
deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws
up.
~ He was
deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a
garbage truck backing up.
~ She walked
into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.
~ It hurt the
way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the
wall.