In the beginning, JD adamantly only wanted two children. I thought that four would be perfect. Once we caught God's vision of putting orphans into families, our plan was multiplied by God. We are currently blessed with 12 children; five biological, six adopted and one more waiting in Ethiopia. Our first adoption was from the U.S., the next three were from Liberia, West Africa, and our last two were from Ethiopia. We are supporting our 12th child in Ethiopia after her adoption could not pass court.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Some Mornings Don't Go As Planned
Today was my last Tuesday of co-op classes that involves four trips to and from co-op and watching my friend's kids while she teaches Zoology. Every thing was going fairly smoothly, considering there are 11 children in my care. I dropped off a batch of kids to science and art and bought Elijah's two little friends here for the hour class. When I unloaded them from the van, I told them they could play outside while I watered the garden. As soon as I got the hose around the corner, Lucy, the stupid cat, appeared with an enormous lizard hanging from her mouth. I chased after her, yelling at her to drop it, when I realized the worst - she was heading for the house and the front door was wide open with Julia and Jon standing there. For 100 yards I chased the cat, all the while screaming, "SHUT THE DOOR...SHUT THE DOOR...SHUT THE DOOR." Did they shut the door? Absolutely not, they just stared at me screaming like a crazy woman and then stared at the cat carry the lizard in.
Of course as soon as Lucy got the lizard in, she dropped it and it ran under the couch. Perfect! It was me, Alei and a whole batch of little people. Mine and Alei's best idea was to close all doors, stuff towels under the doors so he could not escape into any bedrooms, lock the cats in the mud room, open the front door wide, flip the couch and then chase him out with brooms. Neither of us wanted to touch him in any way.
We lined the little guys up on the porch for the big show-down.
We flipped the couch and nudged him with the broom. He wouldn't move. Obviously, he didn't move for some time since I had time for a picture of him (and the mess under the couch.)
Once it became obvious that the little booger wasn't going to be persuaded to walk out the front door on his own, there was nothing I could do other than slap a big bowl over him and make an extra trip back to co-op to pull James out of his class to save Alei and I.
Any animal issues around here - dead or alive - James is our man. He marched in, whipped the bowl up, picked up the lizard, showed it to the small fan club awaiting and then placed him in the woods. Wouldn't you know the lizard then climbed a tree like he was fine.
Then I made another trip to take James back - six today instead of four.