Meet the whole house.

Hola.

Meet Erin.

Once upon a time I was getting ready for bed, wearing my flea-fighting pjs (sheep-covered, fleece, footy-heaven jammies.) And out comes Erin wearing the exact same thing!

Friendship ensued.

I like orphans now.

I do not want to come home.



P.S. I have watched Nacho Libre a copious amount here. (Even more than usual.)

McC, Kataja and I had a hair-cutting party this week.








In other news...
Momma J and Pops come in a month! I cannot believe it. Where does the time go, folks?

Since I have been in Ecuador there have been three kids adopted. AND two other kids are being adopted within the next week. Every adoption is such a bittersweet experience. I am so happy the niños are being adopted but I miss them.

What to do... What to do...

Baby girl, I will care for you...

I am in love with this girl.



This is the song of the trip...



And, I have had the most awkward encounters with missionaries lately. More on that later.

I have bruises on my knees for you...

Today one of the workers asked if I had been beaten.


This is a problem. I blame it on clumsiness, wheelchairs and stupid anemia.

P.S. Dear faithful Eko died this week. RIP.

(Eko is my Ipod.)