Who Dat

Fireworks are going off around my neighborhood right now..

Sorry my Indiana family. That’s just how it goes sometimes..

Let’s Not Put Our Heads in the Sand, OK?

Christina wrote a post about the “missionaries” who went to Haiti and tried to take those 33 kids to the Dominican Republic. I think you should go read it here.

Did you go read it? No, I really meant it- now GO.

I think so many times we want to see the best in people. I know I do. There are times, however, that we can’t be naive to what’s really going on around us. I don’t claim to know the whole story but I think it’s time we are brave enough to face some realities.

Let’s not just put our heads in the sand.

Am I Raising a Good ‘Ol Boy?

The other night, we went to the Vietnamese Japanese restaurant that I wrote about some time ago here. We hadn’t been back until this trip. We were all starving and it didn’t have a wait, and I know the kids always eat Japanese food well. Actually, Ava is like her mama and will eat her weight in shrimp if you let her no matter how it’s made.

We ate our dinner and we on our way out when Binh saw a large, white truck parked beside us. It was a white Ford F-250 that was obviously loved by its owner. The truck was kinda’ tricked out in that it was jacked up a little and had shiny chrome running boards and other accessories. Well, the owner wasn’t the only one loving this truck. It totally took me by surprise when Binh looked up at me and said, “That truck is cool..” I can honestly say that is the first time I’ve ever heard Binh use the word “cool”. Then he said, “When I grow up I drive that truck.” I laughed and told Ash what he had said. We asked Binh and he was insistent he loved that truck.

Since then, he has pointed out other trucks he’s going to drive and they’ve all been F-250’s! If he is going to drive one, I can almost guarantee he’ll need those running boards so he can get in! Little man in a big truck.. I didn’t know they made Vietnamese good ‘ol boys. I’m only worried if he picks up an Alabama drawl and takes up going to “huntin’ camps”.

Pink Eye

No, not either one of the kids- me. I woke up this morning with it. Can you believe that somehow a grown woman has pink eye but both of her kids are fine? Well, they’re fine for now, anyway. I’ve been running around washing my hands like I have OCD and using Lysol on door knobs, etc. but I’m well aware there’s a 90% my kids will get it anyway. Ok, it’s not documented there’s a 90% chance, that’s just how it feels because it seems like no matter what pink eye spreads to everyone.

When Ava was a baby (maybe 12-18 months), she got pink eye. I did all the hand washing etc. and I still got pink eye in both eyes. Then Ashley got it in both eyes, too. I remember we were supposed to work in the nursery at church that Sunday and I had to call and tell them that, although our infant daughter was now fine, both of her parents were blind for all intents and purposes. Sadly, I was actually thankful for the pink eye because I hated working in the nursery. Yes, I hate nursery working that much.

Anyway, back to the present..It’s not that bad today and my eye doesn’t really itch at all. It just feels like I have something stuck under my contact. Except I’m not wearing my contacts of course. My eye is really red on the outer corner but hardly red at all on the inside. I don’t know whether it will get worse before or gets better, but I put some ointment in it this morning to try to get it outta’ here.

I’ll let you know if (when) the kids get it. For now, I’m off to wash my pillow cases!