Monday, April 20, 2009

Drawn from Water

Recently, I have been haunted by children I've never met, from a tribe I know very little about, in a country I've never visited.

Last week, I learned about the children of the Karo tribe in Ethopia. The people of the Karo tribe in rural south-western Ethiopia have a culture rich in tradition. However, the tribe lives in fear of evil spirits who they believe bring ill fortune to their villages. They use the word “Mingi” to describe persons they consider cursed or otherwise imperfect. Those deemed Mingi face severe consequences, as the Karo believe the presence of these children on their land curses the tribe.

There are many different ways in which a thing may be considered “Mingi”; but there are a few that are more common and have severe consequences, such as pregnancy outside of marriage. A second example of Mingi refers to married couples who conceive before announcing their intention to the rest of the tribe. The parents must notify the tribe they are trying to conceive; otherwise any pregnancy is considered illegitimate. Another example is when a child’s top teeth come in before the bottom teeth. Their solution to this perceived threat is to drown Mingi in the river.

Late last year, a Christian team of photojournalists traveled to Ethiopia. They met with Lale, a Karo tribesman who attended a Youth with a Mission training school in Hernhut, Germany. Lale informed the team of the Mingi belief and of his vision to convince the tribal elders to surrender these children to an orphanage he would oversee. This action would save lives while he in turn, would focus on the diplomatic process of convincing the local tribes that the Mingi belief is baseless.

Lale and the group members had an initial conversation with tribal leaders regarding Mingi. They asked leaders if they are willing to explore options, and if their group could help relocate the children sentenced to death far from the Karo land.

One of the team members began to cover the story of a mother with a Mingi child. They promised to return in January before the child was born. In January, 2009, they returned with additional students for a photo journalism workshop to find that the mother gave birth early and they had already killed the child. The team vowed to return to save Mingi children via the river or car.

In January, the first child, Bale, was saved from her demise for having “Mingi” teeth. In February, the orphanage was legalized with the Ethiopia government. The orphanage is named “Drawn from Water” because the group utilizes the same river that the children were normally drowned in to rescue them.

The group relocated an additional 5 children from neighboring tribes. Later that month, the group rescued two additional children from within the tribal community, but an additional two children died because they could not be reached in time.

The story of the Karo tribe seems so distant from the world of iPods, 24-7 media connections and online grocery services. So, why am I telling you about it? First, the need is urgent. Not only is this an actual matter of life and death, but the events described above happened this year. This is a real-time opportunity to help. Second, the orphanage is supported by people that I personally know and trust. Donations to Drawn from Water go directly to rescue and care for these children. Finally, as a parent I can only imagine to horror of realizing that I had allowed my own child to be killed for a lie. One possibility is that the Drawn from Water orphanage may only exist for the time it takes for the tribe to hear the Truth and recognize that these children are a blessing and not a curse. Children who would have been killed could one day be reunited with their parents. This is amazing grace defined.

Recently, I have been haunted by children I've never met, from a tribe I know very little about, in a country I've never visited. Inevitably, when I think about these children for any length of time, their faces change and I see Evan staring back at me.

For more information about Drawn from Water and how you can help, visit the following websites:

http://www.drawnfromwater.org/the-story

http://compathos.com/drawnfromwater/

Thursday, April 09, 2009

Thanks, Martha...

The following is an excerpt from an interview the Washington Post conducted with Martha Stewart:

Washington Post: How is the recession affecting domestic life and people making things at home?
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Martha Stewart: People are staying home and enjoying it by crafting and beautifying their home with decorating and cooking. They can't afford to travel, but they can afford a $23 glitter kit.

Did I mention that Martha just launched a new craft book complete with a $23 corresponding glitter kit?

In our current economic condition, it's nice to see that Martha is looking out for us...

Wednesday, April 01, 2009

Drumroll Please.....

This conversation occured in our kitchen yesterday morning:

Me: Evan, mommy and daddy are going to the doctor today. The doctor is going to take pictures of the baby in mommy's tummy. We will also find out if the baby is a boy or a girl! Would you like it if mommy had a little boy baby?

Evan: No!

Me: Would you like it if mommy had a little girl baby?

Evan: No!

Me: Those are really the only two choices, honey.

Grandma: Would you like it if mommy had a MONKEY?

Evan: Uh-huh! (emphatically)

Thanks Grandma! ;)


So, without further ado, we are excited to announce that we are having a GIRL!

I'm sure that Evan will be thrilled once he gets over the disappointment of not having a MONKEY for a sibling.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Love in Any Language

Evan has not been in a big hurry to start talking. More than anything, I think it is because he doesn't see much of a need to talk. So, a big theme in our house these days is to use words to communicate. "Evan, what would you like for dinner tonight? Use words to tell Mommy..."

Before I walked out the door this morning, I told Evan that I loved him. He smiled and I asked him if he could use words to say that he loved me. He thought about it for a moment, then ran over to me, gave me a big hug and kissed my leg.

Maybe using words is overrated afterall...

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Smarty Pants

I am not a Smarty Pants, and I have the GMAT scores to prove it. But, I'm always looking for opportunities to use that phrase with a straight face. Alright, with a little bit of a smirk...

Anyway, I am excited to announce that after months of preparation and planning, I have been accepted into the University of Wisconsin's MBA program! UW offers their MBA program online, so we won't have to relocate to Wisconsin. Have you been to Wauwatosa in January? Enough said. ;)

I expect that this will be a pretty slow process, but I am excited to start! I am also thrilled to have found a program that should be flexible enough to work with the rest of my life demands.

Woohoo!

Friday, February 27, 2009

You lookin at me?

I have been trying to think of how to start this post. I can't come up with a clever intro, so I'll just come out with it.

Yesterday, my son was attacked by a rooster.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, a rooster. We live in a densely populated suburban part of northern Virginia. But, there is a working farm/community park near our house. Evan and Grandma took a trip to the farm yesterday. It is a great experience for the kids because they can walk through the farm area to see the barn animals. They have horses, cows, sheep, chickens, roosters, bunnies and a peacock.

The animals are usually confined. But apparently one of the roosters got out yesterday and was roaming free around the farm. I guess that Evan made eye contact with the rooster. The rooster thought that the two year old was challenging him, and in turn strutted up to Evan, jumped up in the air and kicked Evan in the chest with his talons. It knocked Evan to the ground, and he started crying. Fortunately, Evan was not injured. He had enough layers of clothing on that the talons did not pierce his skin. Afterward, the rooster fluffed out his feathers and strutted around the area making all sorts of noise.

Alright Mr. Rooster, you think you're so tough because you could take down a two year old? Well, you'd better pray that you never meet his MOM alone in a dark alley.....

Thursday, February 26, 2009

We have been trying to prepare Evan for some of the changes that will come his way after his sibling is born this summer. So, we have explained that I have a baby in my "tummy". He knows that when the baby comes we will have to feed the baby and change the baby's diaper, and that the baby will sleep in his room. So far, he seems to be pretty receptive to the idea.

Recently, he has started to come up to my stomach and kiss the baby. He waives goodbye to my stomach when I leave. It is really quite sweet to watch. But, this morning I think he may have taken things too far. After he brushed his own teeth, he came over to me, lifted my shirt up, and started to "brush" my stomach with his toothbrush. :)

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

I have a confession to make. Evan is 2 and we haven't totally baby-proofed our house. We have addressed most of the safety issues, but the kitchen cabinet doors can be opened and our toilet seats aren't on lock down. We also chose not put protective covers over the door knobs. So, Evan has access to all of the rooms in the house. In fact, this may be a good time for a quick PSA. If you come over to visit and you need to use our powder room, you should probably lock the door behind you. Evan doesn't have a good grasp of the importance of "private time" just yet...


But, I digress...


This weekend, Evan kept going into our pantry to try to eat yet another bag of Craisins. I kept telling him not to, pulling him out of the pantry, and shutting the door. I thought that my message had finally gotten through when he closed the door on his own and walked over to open the door to the powder room. (I wasn't thrilled about moving the action into the powder room, but I'm a big fan of distraction, regardless of the form it takes.) So, Evan opened the door and motioned for me to enter the powder room. As soon as I did, he shut the door, leaving me alone in the dark powder room. Nice. I opened the door, only to see Evan back in the pantry going after the Craisins.

Evan: 1
Mommy: 0

Well played, Evan. Well played...

Monday, February 16, 2009

Sunday, February 08, 2009

Our Announcement




Yes, Ladies and Gentlemen, it is official! In August, our family of three will become a family of four. We are thrilled! We can't wait to meet our newest little one and start the next stage of this adventure!

Monday, February 02, 2009

You can't make this stuff up....


I have been struck recently by the level of desperation we have been seeing from job seekers. It is real-life insight into the economic challenges that Americans are facing. We ask candidates to answer a series of 5-6 pre-screening questions as they submit their resumes. The first question asks why the candidate is seeking a new position. We used to get a wide range of responses, but recently almost every candidate has been laid off. I feel for people in this situation and we really try to find a fit whenever possible.

But, I received one response this morning that I couldn't help but share.

Q: What circumstances bring you to apply for this position today?
A: The usual...unemployment, going to loose the house, can't feed the kids.

Q: Please describe your skill level with Microsoft Excel.
A: Intermediate to expert...what I don't know I teach myself as I need it. I haven't had to use pivot tables yet or write macros but it's nothing I couldn't figure out with a book, a few hours to kill and a couple of pina coladas.

Q: When are you available to start?
A: Immediately. Well, unless a drug test is required and then I need to wait to get some stuff out of my system. No just kidding, it's late and I'm tired.

Seriously, you can't make this stuff up.....

Happy Monday!

Friday, January 23, 2009

Resume Faux Pas

I've been spending an inordinate amount of time reviewing resumes over the last few days. Overall, it's a pretty boring process and I generally try to stop when I get grouchy because I think it's not fair to the candidates. So, in honor of my recent time spent perusing resumes, I would like to share a few observations:



  • If your college GPA was a 2.47, you probably don't need to mention that on your resume. It's not helping your case.

  • If you enable the "track changes" feature on the electronic version of your resume, you should "accept all changes" before sending it to a recruiter. Otherwise, we see every change, misspelling and correction you have made to your resume.

  • If you assess your skill level in Excel as a 5 out of 5, and then indicate that you don't have experience writing formulas in Excel, your self assessment may be off.

  • If you address your cover letter to "Dear Sirs," you should be certain that the "Sirs" are actually the ones who will be reading your cover letter. This is so antiquated and sexist, it's a deal-breaker for me.

  • If you think it's worth noting that you are "Detail ORIENTAL", you're probably not.

Monday, January 05, 2009

Spring Cometh to Me Right Now!



We had a great Christmas! We even extended the Christmas season by putting up our tree BEFORE Thanksgiving. But, this weekend we decided it was time to face reality and take the tree down. In doing so, we found a new furniture configuration for our living room that should give Evan a better play space. We also decided that it is time for Spring to come. Now!

In theory, I really like Winter. But in actuality, I only like Winter if it means snow, skiing, and snow days. So far, this Winter has produced no snow, no skiing and no guilt-free work reprieves. So, the Young Family is done with Winter and ready for Spring!

I know it is only January 5th, but a girl can dream can’t she? Spring cometh to me right now!


Friday, January 02, 2009

Christmas Gift Reveal

I have been waiting for months to reveal my best kept Christmas shopping secret! But, because I didn't want to spoil the surprise for my family, I had to wait until AFTER Christmas. I purchased almost all of my Christmas gifts this year from my friend Lynda Hanford. Many of you know Lynda and you know about her beautiful work. For those of you who don't know Lynda, allow me to introduce you!

Lynda makes all sorts of hand made gifts. Not only is the quality of her work high, but she has great taste and was very willing to personalize the gifts. Here are a few pictures of the items she made for me this year...

She made this bag for my sister-in-law -- a major Eagles Fan!


This table runner for my Aunt. My aunt does mission trips to Haiti every year. The runner says "Merry Christmas" in English and in Haitian Kreol.


This bag for my mom - a teacher.

And, my personal favorite - this purse for my sister. Lynda added Kristin's favorite quote to the inside of the bag.


Earlier this year, Lynda made personalized burp cloths for some of my friends who had babies.Lynda is so creative and was such a joy to work with! I would highly recommend her! You can see more of her work on her main website:
And some more of her past work on her ETSY site:
Thank you Lynda!!!

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Spreading a Little Christmas Cheer

I bought this apron for Evan to wear for baking Christmas cookies this year. I know Evan well enough to know that he is not likely to wear this for more than 3 minutes - but it was so cute and I couldn't resist! So, enjoy what I suspect will be the ONLY picture of him in this get up. Merry Christmas!

Monday, December 15, 2008

I Got Spammed by Santa Claus


Seriously. I just recieved a SPAM e-mail in one of my accounts from "Santa Claus".


Coincidentally, as I was looking for a picture of Santa to add to this blog post, I saw an image I'd rather forget of a side shot of "Santa". Naked.
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What is the world coming to?


Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Oh, the weather outside if frightful!

Okay, can I just vent for a minute?

Winter hit hard and fast this week. We went from temperatures in the 70's to the 30's in just a few short days. So, it's time to pull out all of Evan's winter clothes and see if anything fits. Fortunately, the big ticket items still fit. So, I just need to buy a few supplements.

Today, I was looking for a fleece scarf to keep his face and neck warm. I went to Target, because I figured they were sure to have SOMETHING that would work. Well, the experience at Target mirrors most of my experiences when I purchase clothes for Evan.

Girls clothes outnumber boys clothes 2 to 1.

Generally, it doesn't matter. Except when I have something really specific that I'm looking for. Like an outfit for his baby dedication or say a scarf. Then I find myself totally annoyed.

So today, in the baby and toddler section there were two full racks of warm weather accessories for girls. There was one half of a rack for boys. Totally picked over. The remnants were 8 fleece hats and three gloves. Not three PAIR of gloves - three gloves. Lord only knows what happened to the fourth glove. But, I digress...

Ditto to the "big boy" section as well. Finally, I found the Target Scarf Mecca! Girls size 4-16. They had scarfs of every color, fabric and size. Pink scarfs. Polka dotted scarfs. Leopard print scarfs. And one lone black fleece scarf.

Yes, ladies and gentleman, my son is going to wear a black fleece scarf from the Girl's section at Target. I was desperate. Please don't revive this post when he turns 15....

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Voting in Virginia

I voted in a blue county in a purple state today. The voting experience was in stark contrast to my previous experiences in God's Country (a.k.a. Texas). So, I wanted to give you a little insight into voting in Northern Virginia.

My voting precinct is at a local elementary school. When I arrived this morning, the line was out the door, down the sidewalk, through the parking lot, and around the corner. It took me about 10 minutes just to find a parking space.

When I finally found the end of the line, I was warmly greeted by an Obama volunteer with a sample Democratic ballot. I politely declined and took my place in line. Shortly thereafter, I was greeted by another Obama volunteer. I looked cold, would I like some warm coffee? I politely declined and started to shift my weight from side to side as I waited. A few minutes later another Obama volunteer came by. Would I like a granola bar? Some bottled water? No and no. Thanks.

The line was moving slowly, but it was progressing. I had finally reached the long sidewalk that went directly into the school. Obama/Biden signs flanked the walkway into the school. As I inched closer to the school, I was approached by two Acorn volunteers in black shirts with bold white lettering. The shirts proclaimed that I had a right to vote and highlighted an 800 number that I could call to report voter suppression. They also pointed to a lawyer (and Obama supporter) who could assist me if I was denied my right to vote today. Got it.

Once I made my way inside the school, the Obama presence faded slightly. Volunteers are not allowed to wear political flair inside the polling place. But, one of the Obama volunteers (sans previous Obama regalia) stood inside the school waiving and giving a “thumbs up” to voters as he passed them. It was like, “You liked the coffee didn’t you? Don’t forget who gave it to you!” To their credit, every Obama volunteer was very kind and polite.

I felt like my voting experience had been sponsored by Barack Obama. I am not exaggerating when I say there was not a single sign or mention of John McCain.

The entire ordeal took about 2 hours. Early on, I called my husband. I could see the line and I knew what was to come. I suggested that voting today was a waste of time and that my vote wouldn’t really matter. He suggested that I should vote because we live in a swing-state. I wasn’t convinced. Then he said, “If for no other reason, you should vote because I risked my life defending our country, so that you could have this right.” Good point.

For those of you wondering if the lines are worth it, if your time is worth it, and if your vote really matters; it is and it does. Our freedom is bought with a price. This is an opportunity, not only to help select our country’s leaders, but to show appreciation to all those who fight to give us this freedom.

Monday, October 27, 2008

Horticultural Update

Fairfax County PD stopped by to let us know that they have decided the "plants" are NOT marijuana. Aparently, they are just WEEDS.

Sorry for the corny pun, I just couldn't resist! :)

P.S. I realize that I am in serious danger of falling back into my blogphobic tendencies. I'll try to come back to the blogging world soon. Blog on!

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Family Field Trip - Sully Plantation

We live in northern Virginia, about 20 miles outside of Washington DC. We are surrounded by history and culture. From Smithsonian museums, to national parks, and free concerts at beautifully constructed town centers, we have a plethora of activities to choose from every weekend. Most of them are free. Basically, we have no excuse to complain that there is nothing to do!

Recently, we took a family trip to the Sully Historical Site, which is a plantation that dates back to the 1700's. We thought it would be interesting, plus it would give Evan a chance to run and explore without (many) restrictions. Evan had other plans. When we first arrived he had fallen asleep in the car. We figured that he would wake up once we got him out and started moving. Yeah, not so much...





Evan did finally wake up and we enjoyed the rest of our time at Sully Plantation!