Our first month home has been full of firsts. So full, in fact, that I just haven't had a moment to sit down and write about our travels in Ethiopia. A neighbor gave me a journal before we left and I used it every day of our trip to write down all that was happening. It's full of scribbly lines from the plane and exhaustion after a visit with E's birth relatives. Just looking at it makes me remember little things that I didn't even write in the journal. I wrote down E's schedule in the orphanage that the nannies told me on our first visit. In the back there are pages where E colored with a crayon during the trip. So many pieces of Africa are in that journal.
Now that we are home, I have had time to process things a bit and I want to get them down so I don't forget, but also to share our trip with those of you far away or close by for that matter. I posted several pictures on Facebook, but I realize some of you are not on FB. And I didn't write very much about the pictures. So I will try to write a few posts chronicling our trip to Ethiopia.
Day 0: Though it's not really a day of our trip, the night before we left was very difficult one for me. Our youngest 2 boys were not coming with us. Here they are, obviously this is not a photo of the night we left, but we did not take pictures of us saying goodbye!

I felt ok with this decision, but as the time drew near to say goodbye to them, I was very emotional. We were only days before Christmas and I was leaving 2 of my children for 8 days. I remember walking up our stairs to go to bed (after having said goodbye to the boys who were staying at friends' houses) and seeing the twinkle light in our dark dining room. They are usually my favorite thing to see. But that night I hated every single one of those twinkle lights and I did not feel very merry. It was HARD. I imagined every possible thing that could go wrong and convinced myself it would happen. There were so many details of family taking care of them, they were traveling to another state for part of the time to stay with more family, and I was sure something would go wrong. In the end, everything was fine. I mean, honestly, nothing went wrong. But in that moment I wanted to sleep through the next 8 days until it was over. (don't worry, things got better :)
Day 1: My husband, oldest son and I had to leave for the airport at 3am to make our connecting flight to Washington DC. Here we are, bright eyed and bushy tailed right before we got in the car to drive to the airport.
While waiting for our connecting flight to Addis Ababa, we ran into a couple also with our adoption agency. We had gone to court with them weeks before and here we were on the same flight back to Addis to pick up our kids. This was welcome news and we were happy to see them.
Our flight to Addis was uneventful, and happily so.
Day 2: Our flight arrived in Addis in the early morning. We were greeted by a man from our agency in Ethiopia. He drove us to the guesthouse of our adoption agency. It is like a bed and breakfast with a wonderful Ethiopian woman who cooks your meals. The entire staff in Ethiopia is fantastic. We loved spending time with them. One thing that everyone I have spoken to says about our the staff in country is that they are so committed to the kids. Everyone, the guards, house manager, driver, nannies, and cooks, all play with and love these kids. It feels like a big family. Here is N on our balcony writing in his journal for school.
This photo is not from our 2nd day, but it is of one of favorite places at the guesthouse. The rooftop has a beautiful view.
Though we were exhausted from travel, we went over to the big kid house and saw E. This is a short walk and always accompanied by a guard (though at no time did we feel unsafe in Ethiopia). It was a happy reunion and we spent all the time we could with her. But at the end of the day, we returned to our room at the guesthouse and went to sleep.
More to come.....