Some Journey

The Countdown Begins

I know, Scott, if I were truly an industrious blogger I would actually have a counter thingy at the top. But I've got laundry to do.

Our flight to Mexico leaves at 9:30 am this coming Saturday. This time next week we'll be in the village (Mixtepec). So I will spend the next five days trying to prepare and pack for the four of us for two weeks in Mexico, while simultaneously trying to prepare the little kids emotionally and get them packed for being "left behind" for two weeks. Though it's not as bad as it sounds for them. Mom plans to take them to music camp at Hixson Pres, which they LOVED last year and will keep them busy most of the day for one of the weeks. Mako plans to have Joseph over to spend the night, and Mandi and Greg offered to do something fun with them while we're gone as well. Joseph will also have a day with Cocoa (Ricardo Gilbert), which he keeps reminding me of. ("When you go to Mexico, Cocoa will come get me. . ."). I think the hardest part for them, particularly Joseph being the age he is, is understanding that it is soon, but not really understanding time/calendars well enough to really know when. When we got out of the car Sunday for church, Joseph got teary eyed and wanted me to carry him in. I told him I had my hands full, but I would hold his hand instead. He hesitated for a moment and said, "But is this when you're leaving?"
It's frustrating to feel like I have sooo much to do, but I need to also just spend some time snuggling with the kids, too.
In other news, my Nikon D70 should arrive today or tomorrow. I'm soooo excited about getting to take it to Mexico. Nervous, too. But very excited.
Also, Stephen's back is out again. Please pray that it is better before we leave.

I plan to try to blog from Mexico. There is an internet cafe place around the corner from Casa Hogar in Acapulco, and even one in the village, though I think it is only open 2 or 3 days a week. So, we'll see. If nothing else, I'll try to email updates to Dad and see if he'll post them for me.

Now pray I remember to pack everything. . .