Thursday, September 30, 2010

Travel Necessities

I am so out of space it isn't even funny. I have three 50-lb bags packed, yet none of my clothing or personal items are in any of them. I do believe that I'm in travel trouble.

That's all I got for tonight.


Lame. I know.

Saturday, September 25, 2010

& Found

After 3 days of misery and 2 passes through that basket, I found the missing passport! It was tucked in with some papers in that purple folder in the basket.
Third time is a charm, I suppose!

Praise God!

Thursday, September 23, 2010


I can't find my passport. I've looked everywhere 3 times.

I leave for Ethiopia in 13 days.

That is all.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

2 Weeks...

Two weeks from now I will be on a plane headed for Africa.
I hope I will sleep.
I imagine that we'll be tired, yet fueled by adrenaline/excitement.

Our driver will pick us up at the airport and we'll check in to our guest house. We'll freshen up and then head out to Kolfe.

Then I will see him.

I might even cry.
I will hug him and not want to ever let go.

Yesterday I received a hand-written letter (written 2-3months ago). It was written in Amharic, so I had it translated today. It said:
Dear Mom,
Mom when I write for you this letter I am happy and proud because I am writing to for my mom that I love her very much. Mom God gave me very blessed family; because of this I praise him every day. Mom you know how much I love you. I missed the day that my mom to come. So, the day you will be here is one of the basic important and happiness parts of my life. Mom I miss you and love you
Love your son Biruk Moore
It's one of the basic important and happiness parts of my life too, son. I can't wait to be there! 2 weeks from now the adventure begins.

Monday, September 20, 2010

When to say when

The Story of Hair

March 2010

April 2010

May 2010

June 2010

July 2010

August 2010


Avery has long had a love affair (that cannot be explained) with his hair. He loves to grow it. Dirt likes it short (see March 2010) and actually borderline hates it long. The trouble is that boy wants an Afro - he does. And truth be told - if he could grow one, I'd actually be down with it. The problem (as my friend Seth once pointed out) is that Avery's hair is more Jew-fro than Af-fro.

He's Garfunkle. But he wants to be the guy to the right.
The sad truth is...

My dad had a better fro.

Dirt and I were about to force him to cut it, when I had a revelation: He deserves to keep his hair. One of the coolest things about Avery is that he is who he is. He's comfortable with different - like real comfortable with it. I think he actually likes being slightly different. While most kids his age are trying to blend in - he's just trying to be himself. If his hair helps make him feel comfortable and confident about who he is during these freaky tweenage years, I say we let him keep it. Yes, we know he looks like a freak and yes we have shared our perspective with him. He'll cut it eventually - most likely it'll take care of itself when he starts to notice girls.
That's what we're banking on anyway.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

In pictures

I take pictures. Lots of them.

But I am not anywhere near being a "professional photographer". I honestly don't even consider myself "a hobbyist" or even "an enthusiast".

But I do enjoy taking pictures. That's about all I'll own up to. So when a couple from church asked me to take pictures of their one-year old, I said, yes, but not without at least a million disclaimers that I am not a "real photographer".

Even though they told me it would be okay if I messed the whole thing up - I still felt nervous about the session. I prayed.

God provided absolutely IDEAL conditions: cloudy skies, gorgeous couple, adorable baby, great location. All I had to do was snap the shutter a few hundred times.

Now that it's over with, I can say that it was fun and I'm glad I did it.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Amaya's World

So we were just sitting at the table and out of nowhere she says, "Do you know who I love the most-est?".

I reply, "no".

She tells me, "Jesus"

I smile, "that's so nice, Amaya".

Then she proceeds to tell me who she loves "the 2nd most".

Here's the list:


Fat Louie

Then me

I smile. At least I made the top 5.

Saturday, September 11, 2010


Amelle had a play date today.

This is how it went down:


Run up to room, shut door.


30 minutes later, I opened the door to see what they were up to.

..and I found this:

Needless to say, my 4 year old walked around with manicured toes and fingers, a radiant complexion, and dark blue eye shadow.

Friday, September 10, 2010

Sunday, September 05, 2010

I'm Going...

To Africa

In 31 days.

..and when I get there..

I am going to kiss his forehead as he sleeps.

Because that's what I do to my kids who live here and that's what I dream about doing to him.

I admit it, I am a sleep-watcher. Oh, it's true. I put them all to bed at night but then I quietly sneak in hours later and look at them while they sleep. There is just something magical about seeing them sleep. My heart gets all full, I thank God for them, and then sometimes I sneak in a forehead kiss.
31 days.

Thursday, September 02, 2010

iFast58 Devotional

I had the (daunting) honor of writing this week's iFast58 devotional.

One of the revelations I recently had was about love. I recall telling Dirt (my husband) that if the bible could be boiled down into one word, I believe it would be “love”. God wants us to love. He wants us to love Him, He wants us to each other deeply (1 Peter 4:8), and He wants us to love our enemies (Mat 5:44). Just love.

It seems so simple, yet I can’t even seem to get past the first and greatest commandment without messing up. Loving Him with all my heart mind soul and strength (Luke 10:27)? Um…seriously? How do I do that? What does that look like? How do I love anything that much? …And if loving an absolutely perfect God who created me and has given me everything is so difficult, imagine how hard it is for me to love those who are imperfect, who mess up, who suck the life out of me, and even worse…my enemies.

I have to be honest; there are days where my best display of love basically amounts to biting my tongue when I’d rather rip someone’s head off. On other days, it’s much different, His loves comes into me and fills me with compassion for people – people I don’t even know. Just a droplet of His perfect love melts me and breaks me for others.

I’m not sure where this is really going, I know I’m writing in preparation for ifast tomorrow, I guess the only thing I’m trying to say is that we are called to love, always. Love comes first. Sometimes I get overwhelmed with trying to fix problems and create solutions to the injustices of this world, but then He whispers in my ear, “Just love” – and I remember that it’s all about love. He brings me back to basics. Love your neighbor, love your friend, love the person who pumps your gas, call up your momma and love on her. Let’s just love today, shall we?

Love. Fast. Pray. And love some more."

A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. John 13:34

If you would like to get on the weekly ifast e-mail, please let me know and I'll get your name added to the distribution list. You'll receive one e-mail per week (on Tuesday night). You don't have to fast, prayer still works!

Wednesday, September 01, 2010

1st Day of School - 2010

This year, the first day of school was a bit unusual.

Avery started back on Tuesday (and got to wear his gym clothes) for a Middle School back to school cook-out. I can't believe I have a child in middle school. I'm old.

Wednesday was back to school day for Amelle (and regular dress code for Avery).

Avery seemed to have difficulty smiling for my traditional back-to-school photo shoot. There are a LOT of out-takes, which I will spare you from.

4th grade and 6th grade. Wow.

If you want to stroll down memory lane, previous years back to school pics are here: