Mr M is demonstrating some weird ass behavior. It's all very fishy. I found a post it in his onsie with my blog password, and some notes jotted in Amharic. There may be some sort of conspiracy going on. He's really jet lagged, so take what he puts out there with a grain of salt.
Additionally, he has recently taken to sucking, eating, or devouring my face. I'm thinking he does this with love, but there is a look in his eye that says, "hey lady, I could take off your cheek in one bite." He's either so in love with me that he could ingest me whole OR....he's a zombie baby. David is banking on the latter.
Caught in action. It starts off as an innocent cuddle, and then....well...please see below (not for the faint of heart). By the way, this is me with absolutely no sleep, so do not send this to Perez Hilton for commentary about my lack of personal care & style.
Dear Shareholders (and those with vested interest in Mishamo Incorporated),
This open letter will provide an update on the current state of affairs for the company of Mishamo Inc. As with the rest of the US economy, our portfolio has entered a bearish market of intense fluctuations and seemingly unexplainable changes. For instance, I, as CEO of Mishamo Inc., at one time lived in a comfortable room with 6 or so other CEO's who were fed, diapered, and bathed on a regimented and predictable schedule. This schedule has been abruptly altered, against my will. It appears that I have been victim of a bloodless corporate takeover by two new board members, and abruptly taken to a new headquarters in a land that I know not much about. The aforementioned schedule seems to have been completely disregarded and no longer applies to my clock and parameters of time. Additionally, I'm often required to pose for repeated photos with these said board memebers; individuals that I do not know, nor do I know if they have any vested interested in my work or the interests of the company. I often have strong, vocal opinions, and wish to share these opinions with those who I believe should hear them. I am now often shushed, repeatedly, and bounced around in a swaying and/or up and down like motion, like this will change my perspective or create some sort of comfort and stability in this time of great flux. Moreover, my daily meals have taken on a duller and blander taste and texture. Gone are the days of spice and pungency; replaced with gruel that supposedly is good for the lining of my stomach. I strongly feel this should be my decision, and yet, I am silenced.
I write to you, not for pity, but to alert you to the intense shake up of the basic foundation of the company. I implore you to check in repeatedly to assure that these new drivers of the organization have my best interests at heart, and understand that I still do and will forever lead this company into glory. I am more than willing to adjust to change - because as someone I never read once wrote: if you do not change, you will die (or something like that). I for one, want to thrive. So, with your help and support of the new regime, I feel that this may, in the end, be a win-win situation. Only time will tell. In the meantime, I refer to the photo below:
Yours in service, Mishamo French Pehlke, CEO Mishamo Incorporated
Howdy everyone!! First, I apologize for not posting from Ethiopia. It was certainly not from the lack of trying. I set up the email update account, but everytime I constructed and seemingly sent out an entry, it sat quitely in my sent box and wouldn't go out. Conspiracy theories abounded but I think it was just a slow mouse working in the Ethionet internet power box.
That said, we had such an amazing time!!! Mr M. is the most wonderful little man. He has such a wonderful disposition, and is a dead ringer for Tiger Woods, who may also be Ethiopian, if he would just own up.
Currently, M-boy is undergoing a fun but rather tiring transition period here. He is almost dead set on staying awake and looking at every piece of lint, dot, and flicker of light on the wall. He's truly the CEO of this operation, and we're flutting around like serfs trying to please him. His social report (verified by direct observation) says that he "prefers to be naked", and does not cry for "simple reasons." Just like his mom. We're so in love, it will make you ill. More to come.
I just came out of a 5 hour coma and finally, Little M has fallen into a 7 hour sleeper, with currently no end in sight. I am obsessively checking out his breathing and making sure he doesn't snap a limb in the Cirque du Soleil positions he seems to sleep through. The trip home, or rather the last third was rough. A airplane toilet exploded upon my feet and legs, Misho decided to give up sleep for Lent (early), and I ended up having an "we're almost there" breakdown to some sort of angel stewardess on the last leg. And please, do not let me forget to update you all on the gnomes (dozens of them scattered willy nilly) that I came across at the Sheraton in Addis. Talk about a freak out.
Thanks to all of you for your kind words and support!! More photos on their way!
Big shout out to the rule-breaking, rule-creating October 2nd group! All I can say is that we were "dangerous." You all know what I'm talking about line-crossers.
Things here in packing central are almost done with less than twenty four hours to go. All is strangely calm before this baby storm. I think it has to do with the last minute consumer frenzy we've entered into. I may have single handedly saved the economy from what I've pumped into it the last few days. I bought those "space bags" that I always regarded leerily during late night TV watching. But oh my god, they're fantastic! My entire closet has been pumped into a carry on. Who knew?
And, for those of you who read the earlier entry re: Babies-R-Us, I actually went back in. That's right, the Babies-R-Us folks actually have....wait for it....alot of baby stuff! Who knew? I found baby accoutrement there that I had given up on finding. However, I did wear full combat gear and took a shot of whiskey before entering, but I was pleasantly surprised by the success of the mission. God bless B-R-US, and that loveable little giraffe.
And now for the real point of this post, thank you to Amy and Amy; two wonderful adoptive moms who took the time to send some wonderful tidbits about the mysterious Mr. M. Amy is proud son to Baby A., and Indiana Amy is host to a beautiful set of triplets! God bless them for finding the time to send me these wonderful words:
From Indiana Amy:
"I saw your gorgeous son and his easy, amazing smile while we were in Ethiopia bringing home our babies. His "crib" was very near theirs, and they seem to all be very good friends Someone sent me an "I saw your kids" email, and I memorized it during my wait, so I hope that knowing that someone closer than a million miles from here has seen your astonishingly beautiful little boy helps make the next few days fly. He has an absolutely CAPTIVATING smile -- so alert and endearing -- and he plays beautifully with others Take care, and have a wonderful trip. You won't be able to help it!"
From the Amy who lives 8 blocks from us:
"He was asleep when I went in to see him, but the nanny held him up so I could see his face. He looks so amazing!! He has really filled out--you almost won't recognize him. He has beautiful, creamy skin and the sweetest little mouth. When I saw him today, he was wearing an orange hoodie and black track pants. As I was leaving, the nanny whispered to me (in english), "I love him so much." It was such a sweet moment."
These messages practically killed me. So, to celebrate, here is Lauryn Hill and the Fugees, Killing Me Softly (one of me fave tunes).
So dear friends, we're almost there! Thank you for all the love and support. I hope to be able to update the blog via email, so be on the look out for updates and photos!
Bon Voyage!!! (Edit: can one "bon voyage" oneself? - because, well...I just did)
It's happening! We're packing. And let me tell you, it is quite the camel caravan. As many of you international adoptive families already know, packing for the pick up is quite the scene. We're bringing our own gear, Baby M's gear, and some donations for the care center. It's like a geometric puzzle trying to squish in diapers, tolietries, shiny baby objects, ten bottles of hand sanitizer (donation - we're not that germophobic) and an IPOD.
I would love to figure out how to pack things in another dimension, and then access them through some wormhole when I get there. Could happen.
I think I'm halfway done with Baby M's suitcase. I might even bring him a little baby fanny pack where he can store his passport, Eurorail pass, and clove cigarettes. Frankly, its like packing for Cher. But I don't think Cher's costume changes have to do with pooping oneself. I'm picking some rather bold outfits. For most of the time, he will be covered with a modest baby blanket, but underneath, a fashion plate burps.
The bottle thing has me flummoxed. Many different bottles. Different sizes. Different nipples (stop laughing 12 year olds!). And then there's that poison plastic emission stuff I need to avoid. Now, I lived in California and considered myself rather up on the environmental forefront. I cut the six pack plastic tabs so the dolphins wouldn't be censored. But I'm not sure which bottle is the right bottle. So, I'm bringing them all. One camel in the caravan (named Jeff) is assigned solely to hauling a full inventory of different baby bottles.
It's the Ethiopian New Year! Greetings and best wishes to all! We will definitely be sticking this date in our yearly calendar of reasons to have family and friends over to celebrate in messy and inappropriate ways.
This year, it's me and the dogs.
We're laying on the floor, contemplating our Enkutatash resolutions.
Daisy promised to not lick the furniture so much this year.
Ulysses committed to peeing only on the outside of the house, and to read more fiction.
I commit to being the best mom I can be for Misho. I don't know what that means yet being so new to the job. But, I 100% commit to Misho that I will love him unconditionally, always be present, hear his true self, and give him the space to be who he wants and needs to be.
Happy Enkutatash Misho! See you in three weeks!
Love, Mom.
Now, for no reason, here's a gratuitous celebratory video from the 80's, with the mandatory 80's champagne cork shot.
I heart Siouxisie and the Banshees, and so should you.
My name is Shelby French. I'm an international social worker living in Silver Spring, Maryland with my hubs, David, our son, Misho, and our doozer, Ass-tro. Welcome to a place where you can sort out the great things from the big suck and up some serotonin at the end of it. Or, at least, reduce your alcohol intake to healthier levels. I'm a mother, spouse, ethical humanist, traveler, and ally to all who are marginalized and treated like shit, because racism, homophobia, and white supremacy sucks. Glad to have you here.
