We’re Here (now with pictures!)

Pictures added to my earlier account.

May 22

It’s 11:00 p.m. on Friday night back in Clermont, FL. Here in Addis Ababa it’s 6:00 a.m. as I sit in the guest house listening to the call to prayer at a nearby church or mosque. I’ve been awake since 5:00 a.m. which isn’t that bad since I went to bed around 8:00 p.m. This was the first good night’s sleep we’ve all had in three nights. Tuesday night Carrie and I were packing until sometime between 1:00-2:00 a.m, then we were up and on the way to the airport at a little after 9:00 a.m.

In Detroit airport . . .


Watching the train inside the airport. There are also some sparrows that fly around eating passenger’s crumbs.


In Detroit we met up with Uncle David (Carrie’s brother) and flew to Amsterdam.

Uncle Dave is the awesomest.


Don’t we look fresh-faced and full of energy? Clothes are still pretty clean, too.


We flew KLM for the flight to and from Amsterdam, which was wonderful because they had great service which included meals and snacks, but most importantly, a personal entertainment system at each seat. This was wonderful, especially for B. He watched Alvin and the Chipmunks (The Squeakuel(sp?)), Toy Story 2, and an episode of Ben 10.





We drove through Addis and finally made it to the guest house around 2:00 a.m. By the time we got settled, unpacked and in bed it was 3:00 a.m. and we needed to be awake around 7:00. We had all managed to sleep a couple hours at a time on the plane, but we were in pretty sore shape the next morning when we woke up. We felt really bad for B. We had willingly and knowingly undertaken this, while he was along for the ride, but he has done incredibly well! He is such a good kid! He traveled so well, and dealt with lack of sleep like a trooper.


DAY TWO . . .

So we woke up around 7:00 a.m. on Friday, May 21. We had very good pancakes for breakfast (and fabulous strong coffee) and then walked across the valley from the guest house to the care center where the children live. This was the road outside the care center gate. Usually the bus would back up the entire length of this road and then through the gate of the guest house on the left — impressive.


No idea what Uncle Dave is doing here. Pondering the beauty of the flowers? Telling them to be quiet — we all have jet lag?


Poor B was exhausted, and not really in the world’s greatest frame of mind to meet a new sibling.


On the way from the Guest House to the Care Center. You can see the valley in between with several large houses being built, and mountains in the distance.


No pictures are allowed in the care center, for the privacy and safety of the other children there.

We all gathered in a very nice and spacious living room area as they called families one by one to meet our children. You can imagine the state we were in; very little sleep in several days, jet lagged, adjusting to a foreign country and now at the moment that we had anticipated and dreamed about for years. We were meeting B who we “met” on paper in January and had been the focus of our thoughts and love ever since.

We were one of the first (the first?) families to be called. We were walked to her classroom and could see her sitting in the front row as soon as we walked in. She was called forward and came to meet us as her social worker introduced us to her as her Mommy and Daddy. I’m getting teary now writing about it, but at the time all our focus was on her and trying to help her with this strange and awkward moment, so I didn’t have any tears of joy at that point and I don’t think Carrie did (but I could be wrong).

B’s native language is Wolyaita/Wolayita, but the main language of Ethiopia is Amharic. The social worker stayed with us for 5-10 minutes as we tried to get basic identities down. It was a mix of Amharic, Wolyaita and English. Mama, Mommy, Daddy, A-bot-ya (Amharic/Wolyaita combination of Daddy), Uncle Dave, Go-day (Amharica/Wolaita combination of Uncle), Wen-di-may (my brother), B. It’s hard to understand what she was just repeating and what she was actually associating with each one of us. Throughout the morning she did use wendimay to call B, and she seemed to be using Mommy and Daddy to call to us, usually when she was upset because one of the other kids wanted to play with the bubbles we had given her.

We spent an hour or so playing with her on a large patio the kids use for a play area. We did bubbles, looked at a book of photos we had put together. This book was one Carrie put together online and it is great. It has photos of our family, of B, of our house, our rooms, our church, her Sunday School teachers. During this time B and B spent a fair amount of time racing back and forth across the patio on toddler cars that they were both a little too big for.

One of the main concerns had been how we would overcome the language barrier. There were people from the care center around who could help us with Amharic words and phrases, but it’s unclear how much Amharic B has learned in her time at the care center. When playing with her, not much language is needed; fun translates very easily. But it will be a challenge as we begin to care for her and help her make this huge shift to her new life, and I think we could be in for a very long plane ride on the way home.

Later in the morning we joined the rest of the kids from the care center for a snack and play time. Play time was an experience. 20-30 Ethiopian kids mobbed the 7 American adults and children. Many of them grabbed us by the hand, climbed in our laps and called us Mommy or Daddy; it was highly amusing to watch Uncle Dave’s (young bachelor) reaction to this. The few toys they had or we had brought were highly sought after and mildly fought for. After 20-30 minutes of fun and chaos the children went back to class and we were left with B again. We played for a while longer and then said goodbye to her and asked the social worker to tell her in no uncertain terms that we would be back.

Our walk back to the Guest House.


The guest house is the yellowish brown and white trim building to our left. It was about a 10 minute walk, or less, between the care center and the guest house. Nice weather. Friendly people along the way.


Nile Ethiopian Restaurant

The first time my wife and I ate Ethiopian food was at The Blue Nile a restaurant in Ann Arbor, Michigan. In Houston, we ate occasionally at another Ethiopian restaurant called The Blue Nile. Now that we are in Florida we can drive over to Orlando to eat at The Nile (maybe the Nile isn’t Blue this far south).

I liked Ethiopian food the first time I tried it, and over time have really come to love the taste as well as the experience. My wife and I are really looking forward to getting even more authentic Ethiopian food when we travel there soon to meet our daughter.

Here is a video I found today on Youtube about our local restaurant and about eating Ethiopian food.

Adoption News


We have been in process to adopt a girl from Ethiopia since mid-2008.  We have now received word that we have been matched with a three and a half year old girl, and that we can expect to travel to Ethiopia to meet her and bring her here in about 5-6 months.  We are obviously overjoyed to be at this point in the process.  After this long wait, we now have her name, a couple pictures and some other information about her.  It is really exciting to think that she will be with us by the end of the summer!  While at the same time, we are sad for her and the circumstances in her life that have led to her being in need of adoption.

I’ll be posting more about my thoughts and feelings during this time, as well as information and details about our upcoming trip.  But I won’t be posting much about B., including her name or photos.  Partially because I don’t like to share personal details of any of my family in a public forum like this, but also because the Ethiopian government has requested that any personal or detailed information about children in the process of adoption not be shared publicly.  This is mainly to protect the integrity of the adoption process, and the rights of the child.

At some point after she is here with us, I will certainly post her photo because she is beautiful!  In the meantime, I hope you will send prayers and good thoughts our way as well as to a little girl in Ethiopia.