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a family picture from our niece Antoinette’s wedding.

We were told the wedding photographer got some great ones of Sam on the dance floor but haven’t seen the proofs yet. If there are some good ones out there, be sure you’ll be the first to know/see.
Sam had his 2 year photos at Target yesterday.
I don’t even recognize this guy. Where did my baby go?





As most anyone involved in Ethiopian adoption knows, there is now a “2 court date” rule. Parents travel BEFORE court to meet the child and testify that this is, indeed, the child they were referred. There is a second court date where the parents/family formally relinquish and/or the court is presented documentation of abandonment and the child legally becomes your child. The 2 court rule is great because your child enters the US as a US citizen so there is a lot less hassle. You also get to SEE your child sooner and hopefully spend more time with your child in-country. I think the 2 court rule will also add a layer of transparency to the entire process.
The other side of the 2 court rule is double the travel. For most this will be an obvious financial burden. For some, this will mean spending a considerable amount of time in-country (for those who stay after court through Embassy.) Some friends on my yahoo group have asked for some insight into staying long-term in Addis. Since I was there 1 month, I offer the following:
Addis is a truly lovely city. Really. I was very, very comfortable walking around, going to the grocery and for coffee/cafes, etc for the time I was there without my husband. There are a lot of internationals in Addis. Many, many Americans with jobs there, either for the Embassy or gov’t contract/tech/construction firms. Lots of Germans and Chinese who came for jobs and stayed. Lots of Middle Easterners (same reason.) And traveling students … loads of them. I never felt out of place as a white woman and frankly, never felt out of place as a white woman with a black baby. at all. I was warmly greeted wherever I went, even if it was just out for a stroll down the street w/ Sam in the carrier.
I personally would not stay at my orphanage’s guest house again, but would stay at a “local” guest house or rent-by-the week apartments. There are several terrific options in Addis. Many have common kitchens and laundry service. Some offer drivers, although you don’t need a driver as much as you would think you do. Keep in mind, if staying between final court and embassy, your child is legally yours and you can take custody, so you don’t need to visit the orphanage daily.
RESEARCH the heck out of guest houses on the internet … there are lots of reviews and usually many pictures. you can also email owners and get more personalized information. EVERYONE in the hospitality sector of Addis is SO SO SO nice. Really.
Some options I have researched and/or had friends stay at:
Mr. Martin’s Cozy Place ***I would stay here if going to Addis again. Had friends stay there and they LOVED it.
http://www.bds-ethiopia.net/cozy-place/guesthouse.html
Z Guest House — apts available by the week/month. The owner is really nice.
http://www.zguesthouse.com/
Melkam Guest House — friends stayed there and liked it. simple, inexpensive, nice staff.
http://www.melkamtours.com.et/Guest%20House.htm
You shouldn’t spend more than $50/USD a night. Period.
Food is REALLY cheap. Most places will include 1 meal a day, but food either in a grocery store or cafe isn’t that expensive, so long as you stay away from “european” style places. If you want pizza or crepes, it’ll be more expensive, and liquor can get pricey because the average Ethiopian is orthodox and doesn’t drink. Keep in mind your friend PB&J. I had friends live off that for a week in Eth. If you like soda, be prepared to be disappointed. It’s (1) only Pepsi products and (2) African/So. American formulas. ie: VERY syrupy with less carbonation.
Places to go when you get bored: walk around your neighborhood. 99% of the time safe and you won’t be hassled at all. Go to the Sheraton for email, high tea (worth the $15 USD) and a gorgeous playground. Also a lovely pool that’s $12 USD. Go to the National Museum. It’s disappointing (think Jr. High science fair) but important to see. Go to Trinity Cathedral and get a tour of the church and the Emperor’s museum in the back. You’ll pay extra if you want to take pictures. Worth it. Go to the university grounds and walk about. It’s hit-or-miss. Sometimes they have security and you cannot get inside the campus unless you are a student and sometimes it’s open to the public. If you have a driver/ access to an inexpensive driver go to the “lake region” for a 1/2 day trip. About 40 km south of Addis. Lovely drive through the country, down the mountain. You go through little towns and see the Ethiopian Railroad (which is now defunct). Go to the DreamLand Hotel (on a crater lake) and sit on the terrace having a snack/meal and coffee. GORGEOUS. And the fresh air is a nice change from downtown Addis, which has a lot of smog.
At your guest house the locals will also recommend 100 additional places to go, most of them free.
So there you have it. Meg’s picks for Addis. Enjoy!
Yesterday we had a lovely afternoon with the Hosken family. We went to Union Pier Michigan (our favorite spot), had lunch at our favorite deli, went to the beach, and then had gelato! Really, could you have a better day?
There was a 2-3 foot rip tide, so we had to keep the kids a safe distance to the shore but it was lovely out there with the waves and wind. Sam had a great time in the water and then playing in the sand. He saw lots of “tweet tweets” or seagulls and a kite. He got to spend time with his Tia, his girlfriends, Amalia and Adia and his buddy Amado. Gregg and I got time away from construction.
Of course, I forgot my camera, but Amanda snagged this great shot of my guys:

*We are officially “moved” into the basement. We have the TV/DVD down there and Sam can play cars while watching Cars. His life is complete.
*Gregg and his brother wired cable to the new “TV wall”…we thought this would mean splitting and splicing and drilling through walls, but no. There was already some cable coming out of the laundry room ceiling, so they pulled that through and there you have it: instant cable without a visit from the cable guy.
*Gregg and I spent our first evening away from Sam. We had a hospital benefit and a babysitter came over. The house didn’t burn down, no one died. In fact, Sam was asleep in his bed by 7:20. can you believe that? I’m calling her the “baby whisperer” and want her on retainer. Oh, and I didn’t call in once. Not once. I figured, “she’ll call if something’s wrong.” I know, you didn’t expect that of me…neither did I.
*Gregg was the hottest guy there. Seriously. Very Carey Grant in his tux (he owns!) and hand-tied bow tie.
*Gregg and I won a silent auction at the benefit. We’ve never won before. We did a low-bid on 3 tickets to the Art Institute and 3 large hard-cover art catalogs. Lucky for us, everyone was interested in the Bears memorabilia and so NO ONE bid over us. YEAH!
*4 cups of coffee & a bottle of Green Machine will allow you to be up at 6:30 am with your son, after a night of drinking and dancing, lasting until 1 am.
*Sam’s developmental therapist gave us 12 tickets to Brookfield last week. 12! That’s worth like, $150. Needless to say, there will be an Arceo-Hosken/DeZutti zoo trip (or 2) this fall!
We had a family wedding this past weekend. It was lovely. The bride was lovely. My husband was lovely. My son was out-of-this-world cuteness.
We heard the photographer got some amazing shots of Sam and the three of us and are awaiting the proofs. In the meantime:

How “Big Boy” does he look?!!
Sammy was rockin’ the suit. He had a clip-on tie (you can barely see it, sorry for the dark picture) and suspenders to match. He rounded out the outfit in $6 Target “suede” shoes.
Believe it or not, we didn’t pay for the suit or oxford shirt. They were a lovely gift from one of my adoption BFFs. When we got our referral, she sent a SLEW of 12-24 mos boy clothing her Mamush had grown out of. Because Sam’s such a bug, he’ll be continuing to dip into the Mamush collection for many months to come. The suit was a bit loose (hence the suspenders) so we’re hoping SOMEONE else gets married soon so he can wear it again!
Yes, in the beginning we thought we loved Sam’s orphanage. And we do because they brought us together with Sam. But we have discovered things over the past year which concern us. The following are MY views and MY opinions based upon personal experience and first hand conversations with other adoptive parents. If you had a great experience with your agency or orphanage, that is fantastic. But please don’t criticize my opinions or views. They are mine. Maybe not yours but mine.
I have recently had several friends who either found out, in-country, that their children has serious diseases or developmental delays, or arrived in-country to find very, very ill children. I understand there are no absolutes in international adoption. I understand that children get sick in the U.S. But I don’t understand withholding medical information from parents or withholding medical treatment from children.
One of my friends arrived in-country to find her daughter has Hep B, and her son is moderately-to-severely mentally retarded. His condition is very, very obvious. At 7+ he was almost completely non-verbal, using single words and grunting. Another sibling, who they were not told of until they arrived in-country, is HIV+. Of course, they brought their children home. Of course, they love them like crazy. Of course, they have obtained the finest medical care possible for their children. And of course, their children are now flourishing both physically, emotionally, and mentally. But…why weren’t they told? Why were they told ages which were 2-3 years off for each? Likely because younger children are seen as more desirable in the realm of adoption. The children were older and could speak for themselves and knew exactly how old they were. The children knew something was wrong with their brother and knew he was beaten in the head by a family member prior to going to the orphanage. The children state they told the orphanage director everything. But the orphanage director, and the US agency, said nothing. Why?
I have another friend who traveled recently (our orphanage) only to find her itty-bitty daughter was a lot older than they had been told. This makes her size even more alarming (the age was confirmed by orphanage she resided in prior to the orphanage in Addis.) She was very, very ill when they arrived in Addis. She was so hungry, gobbling down liquids. The baby was practically starving. The nurse at the orphanage kept saying everything was okay. The baby continued to decline. She was listless. The nurse said don’t take the baby to an outside clinic, she is fine. The family took the baby to an outside clinic where she was diagnosed with dehydration and giardia and placed on antibiotics; however, it was too late. On the plane ride home, this little girl almost died. EMTs met them at customs in DC and she was taken by ambulance to an area hospital. She stayed in the hospital several days on IVs. She is now recovering at home. But WHY were they told she was much younger and very healthy when she obviously was not. WHY wasn’t the orphanage treating her giardia? WHY weren’t they addressing her obvious dehydration? Why weren’t they feeding her enough?
The “independent” physician who examined the baby failed to disclose as well. She swore the baby was the younger age (about 4 months younger than the original orphanage), was using her legs and was completely healthy. This baby was obviously not. Of course, the “independent” physician charges for these exams (100 USD per exam: over 1000 Birr. The average Ethiopian makes 30-100 USD/month.) If you figure she does only 5 exams a week (I spoke with her and her partner while in-country and know she does more like 10/week), then she’s making $25,000 USD/ year: an insane amount of money in Ethiopia. She also does the US Embassy exams and is paid for those as well.
I know many, many families who have used this physician and those who have been happy are those with healthy (by US standards) children. Those with unhealthy children were very disappointed and felt the physician lied along with the orphanage. Keep in mind, no one orphanage uses this physician…she is a pediatrician in Addis and has adoption consults along with her own regular patient practice.
Like many families with babies from Sam’s orphanage, we were told Sam ate solid food, including potatoes blended with meat and fish. He wasn’t eating ANY food at all and didn’t even know what to do with food in his mouth. He didn’t eat the formula he was being given at the orphanage (we think it was goat’s milk because it was refrigerated and smelled to high-heaven) But when I gave him our formula he gobbled it down and was taking 60+ oz a day. The kid was HUNGRY. Others encountered this as well.
Although Sam was pulling up to tables/beds and taking 1-2 steps at 10 mos (or maybe 12, depending upon which age is correct) Many babies at 1 year + couldn’t even crawl. Once home all started cruising and walking almost immediately. I know, 1-to-1 attention…but babies shouldn’t be kept in a crib every day. Period. (Oh, and this wasn’t just Toukoul, but many other orphanages in Addis.)
These aren’t the first stories I’ve been told. I know many families who will either never adopt from the original orphanage again or who will never adopt internationally again.
At first I thought this was just international adoption. The orphanages are short staffed and do all that they can. But hearing horrific stories from some orphanages and fantastic stories from others…I don’t think this is just par for the course. I think some orphanages are better than others. AND, since the adoption agencies know what’s going on then some are more ethical than others.
I have friends with children from all over the world who have had terrible experiences. Children being starved. Children never being held. Unsafe and unclean conditions. Medical conditions being withheld. I think the US demand for babies is partly to blame. Ages are changed to make children appear younger. People are told the babies are healthy to ensure they are adopted.
I can tell you, we’ve lost our faith in international adoption. IF we have a second child, it will be a domestic adoption.
Its over. Well, 90% over. The rest is just the “punch list” of touch-up painting, light fixtures, hanging pictures, drilling various things into the walls, finding heat registers, etc.
We figured out the costs and doing most of the demo, all of the painting, and loads of other stuff by ourselves, we saved an insane amount of money. I mean, if it would have cost us any more, we just didn’t the $$, so the project would not be completed until next year’s tax return. A friend of ours who is in insurance recovery (ie: after disasters) and valuates stuff like this for a living says on the “open market” we would have paid at least 3-4 times what we did. YEAH!
I think you need to keep any remodeling in the style of your house and existing rooms. I love the results and feel the rooms really blend into our existing rooms. The kitchen is amazing. Small, but perfect for us. And the finished basement gives us so much more LIVABLE room. Here are some pictures. (oh, you’ll note we don’t have all the furniture in the basement, we have loads of paint to touch up, and there is no bathroom door. Rest assured, if you come and visit, there will be a bathroom door, I swear.)












WOW. We have learned so much in the past several weeks. I promise to get you all caught up with pictures and Sam updates, but now I want to focus on something else. Lemonade.
The flood taught us that we have STUFF and too much of it. We lost some, but it’s just STUFF. It’s material posessions. Yes, lots of sentimental things like pictures, letters, etc. But those memories are in our hearts and minds, and we need not have boxes of STUFF we never even look at, but just keep burried in a back closet. We have too much furniture … we couldn’t even use it all. We had baby STUFF we had never used, not once. We had a cluttered house, but also cluttered minds. We were so attached to our STUFF, we forgot that we are lucky and blessed. So very blessed.
We have health. We have a roof over our heads. We have our family and friends. What more do we need? We live in a material/commercial world. Yes, I love my STUFF as much as the next guy, but if I don’t ever use it, what purpose does it serve?
Because of the flood we are paring down. We are less attached to possessions. We are filling Sam’s toy box with paper, crayons and books. We are filling bookshelves with books and family photos. No more knick-knacks. No more closets full of unsued toys. No more boxes of fabric I’ve never used for sewing or crafts and frankly never will. No more closets of pots and pans and dishes we haven’t used in 10 years.
In the future, things we haven’t used in 1 calendar year will be given to charity (if in good condition) or yard sale, friends, etc. Sure, we’ll keep a momento box for Sam (on a high shelf in his upstairs closet), but we’ll keep only the very important letters and pictures and documents. Not every single card he ever receives. Not every single picture taken of him (that’s what the computer is for, right?)
So, in the end, I’m glad we were flooded. Yes, I said it: GLAD. It forced us to really look at our lives and take stock. If forced us to purge and realize what’s really important. Yes, we had to re-do construction, but so did everyone else. We really got off lucky in that regard because we have a working sump-pump and didn’t get the 6-10 feet that others did. We were able to use extra dry-wall, tile and grout we had in the garage (that’s STUFF we recycled so it’s okay
So today we are making lemonade from lemons. And I love lemonade.
Did I ever mention the idiots who owned the house before us used liquid nails for everything? Truly and seriously everything including, but not limited to drywall, tile, and carpet. Not to jest, but we are almost lucky we were flooded, otherwise the basement carpet never would have come up because it was liquid nail’d down to linoleum, which was, in turn liquid nail’d down to the cement.
Oh and least we forget, wallpaper we didn’t know we had. Wallpaper that was painted over with I swear about 6 coats of paint. This was on the kitchen sofette. I tried to take off the cabinet trim work Friday and whole chunks of the stuff crumbled off. Now the best course would be to pull it all out and put up new drywall. BUT we don’t have the time or $$$ & you cannot really see it up close unless you are doing dishes. So, I MacGyver’d it.
I got contact paper and carefully laid several layers. Then primed with primer for plastic (spray paint because it dries faster) and then painted.
Does it look fantastic? Nope. Does it look okay? Yup. Pretty much looks like less-than-perfect plaster. Oh well. Such is home ownership.
We love our home. We are thankful to have survived the flood with less-than-our-neighbors damage. We are thankful for having insurance. And Gregg is thankful his wife watched every episode of MacGyver as a child & knows you can fix anything with contact paper and spray paint (oh, and a gum wrapper & paper clip!)
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