A Day In The Life of The Haiti Lady: 4th Fun

Sunday, July 06, 2008

4th Fun

Lets see. I had a family travel finally and bring home their two newest additions to the family...CONGRAT'S to Y and Q for arriving home safely to their forever home!
I have another family ready to travel any day now and if US Consulate will get off their duff, they could be home soon as well! ;-)

4th was fun. We usually go camping, but with the cost of gas this year ($4.08 here), we decided to stay home. We had a huge block party with BBQ, fireworks, everything...absolute blast! My Grandma P, Aunt Pam and Uncle Gary and Aunt Susan came. Gary and Susan are from N.J. so it was great for them to have some fireworks for a change! The kids played in the blowup pools, rode bikes, had pop-it fights and ate more than they should....good fun. Our neighbors who hosted it, have 2 pet ducks...cutest little things squawking all over the yard. When you pick one up, the other makes a noise like a car alarm to complain that you have his friend...so sweet. She also had a tiny 2 day old baby Sparrow. Hopefully the little guy makes it...she is trying hard for him though.

Things have been busy as we are tyring to get our fence stained, things done that we never have time to do etc. since Curt had this last week off. Of course, he returns to work Tuesday and the sinking feeling is setting in....boo hoo

Hope everyone had a great 4th of July!!!

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We Are Responsible

We are responsible for children who put chocolate fingers everywhere,
who like to be tickled,
who stomp in puddles and ruin their pants,
who sneak Popsicles before supper,
who erase holes in math workbooks,
who can never find their shoes.
And we are responsible for those who stare at photographers from behind barbed wires,
who can't bound down the street in a new pair of sneakers, who never "counted potatoes",
who are born in places we wouldn't be caught dead,
who never got to the circus,
who live in an x-rated world.
We are responsible for children
who give us sticky kisses and fistfuls of dandelions,
who sleep with the dog and bury goldfish,
who hug us in a hurry and forget their lunch money,
who cover themselves with Band-Aids and sing off-key,
who squeeze toothpaste all over the sink,
who slurp their soup.
And we are responsible for those who never get dessert,
who have no safe blanket to drag behind them,
who watch their parents watch them die,
who can't find any bread to steal,
who don't have any rooms to clean up,
whose pictures aren't on anybody's dresser,
whose monsters are real.
We are responsible for children who spend all their allowance before Tuesday,
who throw tantrums in the grocery store and pick at their food,
who like ghost stories,
who shove dirty clothes under the bed ,
and never rinse the tub,
who get visits from the tooth fairy,
who don't like to be kissed in front of the carpool,
who squirm in church and scream in the phone,
whose tears we sometimes laugh at and
whose smiles can make us cry.
And we are responsible for those whose nightmares come in the daytime,
who will eat anything,
who have never seen a dentist,
who aren't spoiled by anybody,
who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep,
who live and move, but have no being.
We are responsible for children who want to be carried, and for those who must be...
For those we never give up on,
and for those who don't get a second chance.
For those we smother... and for those who will grab the hand of anybody kind enough to offer it.
~Ina Hughes