On the Road Again

     Well, we started back out on the road! Our first meeting was in Grafton, Illinois. We decided to take it slow and only go halfway to the in-laws, and then go the rest of the way the next day. New mama and our two littles can only handle so long in the car, so we wanted to break the trip up a little.

     While we were at the in-laws we had two little blessings happen. The first one was a baby shower for RPG.  The church family and our dear friends were so sweet to throw one for him! We got diapers and wipes galore. SCORE!!!!!  Any of you parents out there know that diapers and wipes can very easily kill that budget of yours! There were also some adorable little baby clothes. I have to admit, when I found out I was having a boy this time around, I was not as excited about the baby clothes as I was with our little girl. However, I am really getting into it now and finding some really adorable clothes for our little guy.  Little boy jeans are just so cute!

     The second little blessing was so unexpected. When we pulled in on that Friday night, the church was just finishing up their VBS for the week. Since most of those kids were in our Wednesday night class or our VBS classes from earlier years, we went to the VBS graduation that night. Every year the kids do a boys vs. girls penny offering for missions. This year they surprised us by making us the missionary for the offering, and I have to brag on the kids a little. There were only 23 kids there and they gave over $400!!! It was such a huge blessing and such an encouragement to see those kids giving! One young boy brought in his money that he had been saving all year, and when someone made a comment to him about how he must really want the boys to win, he said "yes, but it's really just about the missionaries."  Such an encouragement from such a young kid!

     All in all, God has really blessed us! Just when it looks like we're at the end of the bank or at the end of our rope, God provides just what we need. It's definitely been a test of faith, but isn't that what life as a missionary is all about?

My Little RPG

                 Well, here he is folks! No need to beat around the bush.                    

 This is what I've been up to lately. Our little RPG (yes, those really are his initials). He's a little over a week old and weighed just shy of eight pounds. He's my sweet, little guy. 

How's his sister taking this, you ask? 

Well, she loves her little brother. Maybe a little too much sometimes. This is what we call a "squeeze hug", and she hasn't quite learned that little brother is too small for the squeeze hugs. All in all, I think she's taking his arrival quite well. She's a little attached to me right now, but can you blame her? She just went from having all the attention to having to share it...with a boy.. 

Now, that RPG is here, life is picking back up again. It's been nice to be home and relax for a while, but we are excited to start back up traveling again in the next couple of weeks. Between now and December there won't be a whole lot of down time, but that's a good thing in the life of a missionary! Here's the big question though. How do you fit two adults, two babies, everything you might need for babies, and over a months worth of clothes and belongings into a tiny little Ford Fiesta?? 

Challenge accepted!

The Good, The Bad, and The OOPS!!!

      So, in one of my more recent posts (yes, I know "recent" isn't really a good word when describing my previous posting) I was talking about the stories from deputation when I was a kid. Well, we've been on the road now, for almost nine months and we've already got some good stories of our own. Let me preface this by saying, though, that we have not had any really bad experiences on deputation so far. We've really enjoyed our time on the road... except for the tiny car that we have...  but otherwise, it has been really exciting so far and we've really been blessed by the people we've met and churches we've been able to attend. With that said, our stories are pretty much just our goofs and such. I'm gonna start with the "oops" because, I mean, who are we kidding, that's the part everyone enjoys anyways!

     For the most part, our one year old daughter has been pretty good at this travelling thing. Not every little kid would do so well in such an ever-changing environment. She pretty much goes to anyone, she loves exploring new churches, and she even does ok in the car... eh, it's really 50-50 in the car, if I'm being honest. She also has gotten to where she will eat almost anything. Which is a huge blessing, because let's face it, I can't lug a bag of frozen chicken nuggets with me everywhere we go. However, the eating almost anything can pose a bit of a problem. For instance, we were at a pastor's house recently and she had made chicken casserole and green beans and rolls, all of which are things our little girl will eat. And, oh boy did she eat! Mostly, green beans because those are her favorite. She ate lots of green beans and drank lots of tea... don't judge me for giving my child sweet tea. Then, while the pastor's wife was getting dessert for us, it happened. I can't explain exactly how it happened, but it did.... all over her, and the highchair, and the floor. All of those green beans and all of that tea came back! I have never seen so much come out of my daughter. So, both me and my husband are standing there trying to make sure she's not choking on the green beans that she apparently never chewed, and at the same time trying to somewhat control the mess. A useless effort, I know, but when you're in someone else's house, well.... You have to at least try. She finally stopped and I took her to the bathroom for a bath (yup, it was to that point) while my hubby and the pastor's wife cleaned up the mess. While it was incredibly embarrassing, it was one of the situations where there wasn't really much we could do, but apologize. It helped that this wasn't our first time we had met this pastor and his wife and they both really love our daughter. I mean, he is the same pastor that has given her a bag of Hershey's kisses all of the three times that we have been in a meeting with him. So, I think it's safe to say they are sort of taken with her.

     The next "oops" also involves baby girl, but I really don't think we can blame this one on her. So, we are getting ready to leave a pastor's house to head back to the hotel for the afternoon and it's like a monsoon outside.  Hubby tells me just take the stuff and get in the car, he's got the kid. So, we run out to the car, I get in on my side and he puts our daughter in the car in the back, but goes to get in up front before her buckles her in so that he doesn't get completely soaked in the process. Now, for the record, we did have an umbrella, but it was raining past the point of holding an umbrella over him while he put her in the car. We both would have ended up soaked in the process. Ok, so we're in the car and he turns around to buckle her in. Well, we have a car with a manual transmission, and if you know anything about that, to park the car you put it in neutral and put on the emergency brake. Somewhere, in the whole process of getting in and turning around he bumped the emergency brake... and we started to roll.... right into the pastor's car. Hubby was facing backwards and saw that we were moving, and so he jerked around and fumbled for the brake, but it was too late. We were already bumper to bumper with the other car. Immediately, we both start sweating. Hubby backed the car up, and wouldn't you know it, somehow in the couple of feet we rolled forward, we managed to leave three little black marks on the back of the pastor's nice silver sedan. What do we do?  High tail it outta there and say "well guess they're not gonna support us"... No, I'm just kidding. He went back up to the house and told the pastor what had happened.  What we didn't know was that those three little black marks had already been there. Apparently, the pastor's wife had been rear ended in a grocery store parking lot a while back, and the damage that we thought we did was really from that incident. The pastor and his wife did however get a good chuckle out of the whole thing. Oh, and did I mention that this was the same pastor from the first oops?? Yup, same house where our daughter threw up all over their kitchen. Somehow, someway, that church did actually take us on for support and we are still friends with that pastor and his wife, although for the rest of the time we were there, we made sure not to park behind their car. In all seriousness, we really praise the Lord for couples like them. They have been a huge blessing to us the few times we've been with them.

     So, that's the "bad" and the "oops", but here's the good; and this is actually my favorite deputation story so far.  I grew up as a preacher kid and a missionary kid, and I'm sure things like this happened to us back then, but it's so different when you're the adult and it's happening to you first hand. We were on our way back home from a missions conference, and we were only about forty-five minutes from home when we heard a loud noise in the front of the car and one of the dash lights came on.  We drove a little further while my hubby checked the brakes and the clutch and everything seemed to be working properly. We hadn't even gone a mile when we stopped at a stop light. When the light turned green and we started to turn, we realized the loud noise was something that had popped our front right tire and that it had gone completely flat when we stopped at the light. So we pulled out of the middle of the intersection and into the first parking lot off the road. My husband got out and went to unload the trunk so he could get out the spare tire. Before he could even open the trunk, a utility truck pulled in the little lot next to us. The driver hopped out and asked if we had a flat. The guy just so happened to own a tire shop down the road and he had just been out on a call to fix another flat. So he just so happened to have everything he needed with him to fix our tire. It turned out that we needed a new tire because that one was too worn to fix, so he called up his shop and he just so happened to have a used tire that we needed and he had one of his guys come deliver it. Now, how many times have you broken down on the side of the road and had your car completely fixed and ready to go again in under thirty minutes. Well, that's what happened. He had everything done in under thirty minutes and we followed him back to his shop to pay him for the tire. He didn't charge us for anything but the cost of the tire because like I said earlier, he just so happened to already be out on call to fix a tire. During the course of all this, my hubby spent some time talking to him and was able to wtiness to him some. The man shared some of his story with my husband and new he needed to get back in church. Now, this is my favorite, favorite part! You know all of those "just so happened to be's"?  Those weren't really a "just so happening". Those are the parts where it was obvious that God had a certain person, in a certain place, at a certain time; and the point where I felt like God was just making it obvious was when the guy found out we were missionaries. When he found that out he told my hubby "oh, that's neat. My parents named me after someone in the Bible. My name is Gabriel".  Did you read that right? Yep, his name was Gabriel. When I heard that I just got a big ole grin on my face, and as soon as my hubby came over to talk to me I about shouted, "Did you hear that?!? God sent Gabriel to fix our car!!!".    We spent the rest of the way home praising the Lord, and just marveling at how amazing God is.  God has always taken care of us, but that day we just felt like He was making it very clear to us that we didn't need to worry, because even in a little town in the middle of nowhere in Alabama, He was still right there. He always will be right there during the good, the bad, and the oops.

    

Playing Catch Up

Let's see.... where to begin. A lot has happened in the last... oh, that's not good, ten months?!? Yes, I guess it has been that long. Well, let's start at the beginning.

       Last August, we were commuting for hubby's job during the week and then going four hours to our church on the weekend. We also went to New York that month for his grandparents 50th wedding anniversary. Fun trip, but it ended with a seventeen hour one day trip back home. It wasn't too bad, but it was definitely a long day. In September we had our first official missions conference in Ohio. It was exciting to finally be doing what we had been working towards! Then, the end of October we packed up and moved so that we didn't have to make that commute every weekend. The first couple of months of deputation were mostly at home with hubby calling churches to schedule meetings, but in January things picked up. We have been going pretty steadily with meetings since then.

                                                                   Meetings have been slowing down for the summer, but that's mostly because of this...

                          

       That was at 20 weeks, I'm now 33 weeks and our little one is due in July. We weren't expecting to have another one so soon, but God had other plans for us. We are very excited about our second little one, and we can't wait to meet him in about seven weeks!!   We still have a few meetings between now and then, but they're mostly local and I won't be doing anymore travelling till the little guy gets here.

                                                                                                           What of our other little one, you ask??

               Well, she's 14 months old now, and she definitely keeps us busy. This is her favorite little spot at her uncle and aunt's house. She's not just walking, but climbing, trying to run, and talk. She's a very vocal little one, and her personality has been coming out quite a bit lately. The other day, hubby and I were working in our office at home, and she started to get very upset. We turned around and realized that she was getting mad at a piece of paper that wasn't doing what she wanted it to do. As we laughed, I told my hubby that it's a girl thing; sometimes we just get mad at inanimate objects.

      Anyways, I think that about catches us up. I'll try not to let ten more months go by before my next post. Until next time!

Oh, The Stories I Could Tell.....

   Being on the adult side of things changes my perspective a little. Back then being the kid that rides in the car for hours and hours on end, you don't see all that is put into being able to get in that car to ride hours and hours on end. I didn't see all the laundry my mom had to do for all six (yes, I said six) of us kids. Six doesn't seem that many when compared to big families like the Duggars and the Bates, but I still think that trying to pack for six kids for a several week long trip could probably be a little stressful. I mean, I can't even remember everything for the three of us. I can't imagine trying to pack for five more!!!

  But somehow, we always ended up having everything we needed. Well, almost always... There was the time that one of my brothers threw up in the car so many times that my mom ran out of clothes for him. He threw up on his church clothes, and then his back up church clothes (always gotta have backups), and then his play clothes, and then his pajamas. So, he road the rest of the way home in his diaper and a blanket, but he survived.

  I don't know how you can be completely prepared when you have at least two kids that get carsick all the time. One of my younger brothers and I couldn't do much but sit in the car and face forward; otherwise, that White Castle burger your dad told you you had to eat if you wanted that mozzarella stick was going to come back up all over you. I remember our 12 passenger van pulled over on the side of the interstate as mom was using an entire roll of paper towels to clean off my little brother, and I was pushing past her to get out of the van before we needed another roll for me. Good times, good times. Then there was the time that we pulled into a hotel, mom and dad went in to check in while we sat in the van and waited. I didn't feel so good and I sat ever so patiently by the door waiting for them to come back, and as soon as they opened that door I was out of the van and tossing that White Castle burger all over the place...right next to the very nice little black sports car that dad had parked next to.  Then my big brother who had been watching me the whole time decided he didn't like that burger after all, and he joined me. Needless to say, once we were all inside the hotel room, my dad went out and moved the van far away from that little black sports car. Sorry, Mr. little black sports car, you parked your car in the wrong place at the wrong time.

   Not all the stories are bad though. There was the time we stayed with the people who had a fire pole in their house. What more could six kids ask for than to run up three flights of stairs and slide down the pole for hours on end? Or the fact that we collected "grandparents" on our travels. I think we ended up with about ten sets...okay, maybe not ten, but there were quite a few. Or the fact that , especially for the younger boys, we got a new best friend at every church we went to.

    All in all, I'm looking forward to creating our own set of deputation stories.  The good and the bad, although since neither I nor my husband like White Castle, we'll get to leave that little burger out of our stories. Thankfully, we won't be doing our deputation round with six kids. Only one for now, but  only the Lord knows what that number will be when we come back for furlough and round two!!! We shall see!!

  

Did You Pack My Deodorant???

    While we have not started deputation yet, we have started traveling on a regular basis.  I mentioned in my last post that we are going to be moving soon. The process has been slow, but it is going.  Just a few little details left and then we can move; but in the meantime, we have already joined a church in the new place and have started commuting there every weekend. The trip is four hours, which isn't all that bad, especially when you consider that once we actually start deputation, there will be much longer trips.

   I have considered these weekend trips to be practice for deputation. Just a couple weeks ago I was bragging on myself that I was becoming quite the expert packer. Well, pride goeth before a fall.... Last weekend I forgot an entire outfit for my husband, and this weekend I didn't pack him any t-shirts, and I almost forgot his deodorant and his Sunday suit! Both are kind of important, I think. Funny how all the things I have forgotten so far have been for him. Oops!

   I do have a routine down, though. We get back around midnight every Sunday. So, on Monday I unpack after work and try to put my house back together. Tuesday is laundry day. Wednesday we have midweek service and I finish laundry. Thursday I pack all over again and make sure there are no dirty dishes left in the sink. Friday we leave as soon as we get off of work. Now, does everything always happen that way? No... A few weeks ago we had an evening VBS at the church where we still live. Two weeks after that was a revival at that church. But, hey, I at least try to stick to that. Otherwise, I end up doing laundry and packing all on Thursday night, which never ends up being a fun night.

   All that being said, I'm not an expert yet, but I am learning.  I've learned that traveling with a baby is quite interesting. I no longer get to sit up front with my husband during trips.  Baby girl can entertain herself for a little while, but she doesn't like being alone for long periods of time, but who can blame her. So, my trip consists of some chatting with my hubby and quite a bit of cooing and silly faces at baby girl; but you know what, I don't mind it even a little bit. All I ever wanted was to be a mommy. Even though I've been up since 4:00 this morning doing mommy duties, and now baby girl is back sound asleep and I am still wide awake,  I am living my dream!

Our Journey has Begun

   Last time I posted, I was 29 weeks pregnant....  What's happened since then, you ask...

 Well, this happened.

 However, that was 4 months ago. She looks more like this now.

She already knows how to pose for the camera.

Our sweet little girl has changed our lives completely. She's not the only thing that has changed in our lives, though.  Sometime in the next few months our little family will be moving, and then, Lord willing, we will be starting deputation shortly after. I figured that since I titled my blog "Life as a missionary wife" I should probably start writing again seeing as how the missionary part is beginning. So, this post is short but sweet (how could it not be with that beautiful little face!!!), but there will be more to come as our journey has begun.

The Dinner Rut

   It came to my attention in the last month that I was in a dinner rut. Go through this scenario with me. You give your husband a list of the things you could make for dinner that night and he responds with, "Eh, we have those things all the time. What else ya got?".  So you go and pull out your recipe book, flip through it, and suddenly realize that those recipes are really all you have in there. That's okay though, that's what your Dinner Pinterest board is for, right? So you go and look on Pinterest at all the recipes you have pinned. Then another realization hits you. The recipes you have pinned are either breakfasts, desserts, or dinners that really aren't all that realistic for you to make. Now, if you can relate to this story, you either are, or have been, in the dinner rut.

   So, once I realized this I decided that I needed to fix the problem. The first thing I decided to do was ask several family and friends for one or two recipes. Okay, okay, that wasn't the first thing i did. First, I called my mom and said "How in the world did this happen???", and once I got that panic out, then I asked for people to share some recipes. Next, I searched Pinterest for some new recipes. Only this time, no restaurant copy cat recipes and nothings with a million and one ingredients. So, after all that, I ended up with ten to twelve new recipes.

   So far, both my husband and I have really liked all the new ones, and I thought I'd share a few of our favorites.

  - Baked Cheese Tortellini ( I halved the recipe because there is only two of us, and we still ended up with some leftovers.)
      You need: 2 bags of frozen cheese tortellini, 1 jar of spaghetti sauce, 1 jar of Alfredo sauce,     minced garlic, and mozzarella cheese for the topping.
      Directions:  Boil the tortellini for five minutes then in pour into a greased or sprayed 9x13. Next, combine both jars of sauce and minced garlic and pour over tortellini, tossing lightly. Top it with mozzarella and bake at 375 degrees for 30 minutes.
  *We ate this with salad and garlic bread.

 - Mexican Trash (I know, i know, the name doesn't sound very appealing, but trust me, it's really good)
     You need:  1 bag of Doritos, crushed. 2 cups of shredded chicken. 2 cups of mexican cheese. 1 can cream of chicken soup, 1 can of Rotel, 1/2 cup of milk, and 1/2 cup of sour cream.
     Directions: Mix everything but the Doritos. In a greased 2 quart baking dish layer 1/2 bag of crushed Doritos, 1/2 chicken mixture. Repeat layering. Top with cheese. Cover with foil and bake at 350 degrees for 35 minutes.

 - Cheesy Sausage and Noodles
    You need: 1kielbasa, 1/4 cup diced onion, minced garlic, 2 cups chicken broth, 2 cups cheddar jack cheese, 1/2 cup milk, and 10 ounce can of diced tomatoes.
    Directions: Brown the meat, garlic, and onion in a pot. Then add all ingredients except for the cheese and bring to a boil. Once boiling, reduce heat, cover, and simmer 15 minutes. Turn off the heat, add the cheese, then let sit for 15 minutes.

   Like I said, that's just a few of them. I haven't gotten through all of the new ones yet, but I am having fun adding to my recipe book.  So what's one of your favorite recipes?

Books and the Bus Driver

Well,  I'm twenty-nine weeks today.  Only eleven weeks of pregnancy left to go,  and we can't wait to meet our little girl!  With the time closing in,  we'll be having the baby shower in just a few weeks.  My mother in law is planning the shower,  and she shared a few of her ideas with me.  One that I'm pretty excited about is that she is going to ask everyone to bring a storybook instead of a card. 
 
   Thinking of that made me start to think of the stories my parents used to tell us as kids.  My mom used to read to us almost every night when we lived in Africa.  We went through the Little House on the Prairie series,  and then there was one series about a school teacher from a big city who came to teach in a small town.  We went through several books while we were there and it was always something us kids enjoyed. 

 All those good stories,  and yet the ones I remember the most are the ones my mother made up.  My mother is no ordinary story teller, she's a writer,  but the kind of writing she specializes in is more on the murder mystery and suspense side of things.  She could make a mystery out of anything.  For instance,  when I was in junior high my mother was a teacher at our school,  and so we had to leave very early every morning so she could go to teachers meetings and set up her class and all that good stuff.  Well,  every morning as we left our subdivision,  there would be a bus parked on the side of the road at the subdivision entrance.  The bus wasn't running,  it was just parked there and the driver was sitting inside.  And my mother,  being who she is,  would tell us that the driver had to stop there every morning to get rid of the dead bodies he had hidden on the bus.  She said that it was a good body dump spot because there was a drop off right there into a swampy area.   Now before you think "that is horrible!",  we were all old enough to know better.  None of us were traumatized or have an irrational fear of the bus driver.  I do have to say,  though,  the bus always seemed a little creepier after that. 

  There was also the time when my parents tried to convince us that they were aliens.  Do you remember those copper bracelets that people used to wear?  The ones that were supposed to draw out impurities,  but they just turned your wrist green.  Well,  my parents wore those for a while,  and one day we asked about the bracelets.  Instead of telling us what they were really for,  my parents told us that the bracelets were their alien communication devices.  Yes, you read it right.  Alien communication devices.  They spent the rest of the day beeping at each other and talking into their bracelets. 

  

Anyways,  we never lacked in entertainment as kids.  I wouldn't change it for anything.  Those stories are probably the reason that the only kind of books I like to read now are the ones with a really good suspenseful plot.  That's the only kind of good book.  I can't get through the lovey dovey ones.  They don't keep my attention long enough,  and let's just face it.  The guys in those books do not exist in real life.  So why read about it?

 So I figure my daughter should be raised on the same good stories I was; and with that in mind, my mother is currently working on her children's book entitled "I think my parents are aliens".  She might follow it up with "Do I have to ride the bus,  mommy?".  Because a good story never hurt anyone,  right?

Catching up

  Well, it's been a while since I've written. Last I wrote we were in Brazil. That was over a month ago, and obviously we are back the America. Our trip went very well and God did some amazing things in our lives.  Our lives have not slowed down, however,  not even a little bit since we've been back.

  Leading up to our trip to Brazil, I looked at it as a point to get through and once we got past that then things would slow down for a while..... I was WRONG!!!  I didn't think about the fact that it was basically the milestone to the next step in our lives. Getting through that trip just opened up the door to all we need to do to get back to Brazil. Like find a mission board to go out of, start deputation, learn the language.  Not to mention, we've got twelve weeks left before our little girl arrives!!! Which I can't wait for! But as all of you who are parents know, the time leading up to and forever thereafter having a child doesn't slow down at all.

  While all of this can be overwhelming, it is also very exciting. Like I said, God did some amazing things in our lives, and we absolutely can't wait to get back to Brazil and serve in the ministry He has called us to. I could ramble on and on about everything that has been happening, but instead I'll just post a few pics of our trip and leave it at that for today.

Zack and I looking out over the city of Formiga, Minas Gerais. 

 Zack preaching with and interrupter interpreter.

One of the many Catholic churches we saw. Catholicism is a very large part of the culture in Brazil.

Weekend open air market. Lots of fresh fruits, veggies, and freshly butchered meat.

I'm lucky to be alive!!

    So, our time here in Brazil has definitely been interesting. Trying new foods, experiencing the heat (it's early summer here), and visiting several cities; but I think the most interesting things of all has been the driving. Now, if you think American drivers are bad, then you need to come visit Brazil. Speed limit signs mean absolutely nothing, and the whole "you're not supposed to pass on a double line" thing is a rule that no one follows.

   The drivers have there own rules and signals they use. For instance, if someone wants to pass you, you can let them know that it's clear by flashing your right blinker, and if it's not clear you flash your left blinker. Although this is definitely not a fool proof method seeing that Brazil is one of the deadliest countries in the world for road deaths!

  Well, today we went with the missionaries we are staying with to the state of Sao Paolo around 4 hours away from us in Minas Gerais, and the rain that has been holding off since we've been here decided that it would come today. So, on the curves and speed limitless roads we flew for 4 hours. Now, I am known to get car sick, so since we've been here it has been common for me to close my eyes once we get in the car. The missionary asks me unfailingly every trip, even if it's just to the church, if I closed my eyes. Well, on this rainy day, as soon as we got in the car he went ahead and told me to just close my eyes and he would let me know when we were there. That was a comforting thought!!

  We only really had one close call. The blinker-passing system that I mentioned; well we were behind a truck and he flashed his right blinker for us to pass him. Turns out, it wasn't clear. Our missionary driver had to slam on the breaks and swerve back behind the truck. Luckily the cars behind us hadn't caught up to the truck yet, so there was just enough room for us to swerve back in. Then the truck tried to signal us again to pass, but we weren't so quick to follow his guidance the second time around.

  All during this rainy trip, my husband and I were a little nervous. So the missionary's wife decided to take our minds off the roads and tell us some stories. This story time turned into horror story time. She started with one thing that happened in her family in 2010 and it got worse from there. Apparently 2010 was not a good year for this family! The stories consisted of the one where her sister in law got her foot completely crushed by a truck that was run up on the side walk where she was walking; another story about her nephews getting a hold of bb guns and one shooting the other and he ended up being flown to the hospital (don't worry, her nephews both survived); a story of her two brother in laws flipping their jeep; one where another missionary had a car full of people and he was hit by a semi truck.... The list goes on. I don't believe anyone died in any of her stories, but it was definitely not a story time for easing our nervousness.

  However, when all was said and done, we obviously made it here safely. We spent some time shopping and getting souvenirs, and tomorrow it's some more sight seeing and then back to Minas Gerais. Lord willing, we won't have to drive in the rain this time!

The Adventure Begins

     We have started our first adventure in the missionary life. Three weeks in Brazil for a survey trip.  I was nervous as this day approached. Trying to remember to pack everything we would need for three weeks, not to mention making sure we had everything we needed just to get on our flight since the airport was two hours away from home.

   The day we left, I felt very confident, especially when my husband would say "Make sure we have the..." and I had already packed it.  He gave me many compliments that day about how I had it all together. We left the house and headed for the airport.

   At the airport, it didn't take very long to get bags checked and get through security. We got to our gate with no problems whatsoever. The first flight went to Washington D.C., and then we had a connection to Miami, and then on to Brazil. The first two flights went perfectly, not one single problem. "So, where's this adventure?" You may be asking...

   The flight from Miami to Brazil is where it all happened. We didn't have a long layover at Miami to begin with, but our flight ended up being 40 minutes late!! Once we got off the plane we had a whole 15 minutes to get to our next gate.... on the other side of the airport. Yep, we ran all the way. We were the last ones to the gate. And when i say last ones, I mean they were shutting the gate to start preparing for take off. Hubby got to the gate just in time for them to hold it for us to get on. Once we got on the plane took off not five minutes later. Finally, off to Brazil!!

   But it doesn't quite end there.... From all the running, and stress, and the fact that he had eaten a very large bacon cheeseburger not long before, my husband got pretty sick on this flight. Air sickness isn't something he had ever had to deal with before, but it hit him hard this time. On top of being sick, about half way through our flight, a woman two rows in front of us suddenly starts yelling at the passenger next to her. She was yelling because the other woman, who was her mother, would not wake up. They called for a flight attendant who came and started to shake the woman and tap her face and still this woman would not wake up. They paged for a doctor on board and two came back to our aisle to help this woman. Did I mention that the woman and the doctors only spoke Portuguese and the flight attendant and all the medical equipment were only English?? Needless to say, it was definitely and interesting little pow-wow there in the aisle.

    So as not to leave you hanging, the doctors did wake up the woman, and after she vomited for quite a while, she seemed to be doing much better. Not sure exactly what happened, but I did hear something to the effect of blood pressure medications and some wine at the beginning of the flight, which may have been the cause of the whole episode.

   Definitely an interesting beginning to our adventure...and we hadn't even made it into the country yet. I'm sure it only gets better!

As ye sew, so shall ye rip

  Sewing was never something I was taught. It was something I had seen my mother do, something many women in my church growing up had done, but never something I was really interested in. Until about three years ago.

  I was in need of some skirts and I didn't have the money to buy them. My sister-in-law said she knew a lady who could turn old jeans into jean skirts. "How hard could that be?" was my thought. So a few youtube tutorials, my mother's old sewing machine, and a couple of pairs Goodwill jeans later I was making skirts for myself. From there, I moved on to taking in some clothes that were too big, and I was pretty proud of myself considering no had ever really taught me.

  That was all about three years ago. Since then, my mother-in-law gave me my own sewing machine for Christmas last year and I have done a few simple projects. A couple of skirts from Pinterest tutorials, and some hemming, but nothing too major. Then came the big idea!

  I have these two over sized chairs in my living room. Isn't that fabric absolutely lovely???

Ya, not really. Well, buying new chairs is financially out of the question, being that we're taking this survey trip and having a baby and all. However, a lady in our church has some experience re-upholstering furniture, and she agreed to help me with these two chairs. How great is that? All I have to pay for is new fabric; and by new fabric I mean, we're using creme colored painters tarps. It looks better than it sounds, you'll just have to trust me.

  She did warn me that it would be time consuming; and it definitely has been! I thought the worst part would be taking the old fabric off; and by the way, it's certainly not the fun part. Sadly, that's not the worst part. The worst part is when you have to sew the new fabric pieces together to be put on the chair. Again, my thoughts were "How hard could it be?".

  Turns out, it's a lot harder than it sounds. The sewing skills that I thought I had back then are really not all that phenomenal, I'm finding out. Piping - well, my advice is, don't use it unless you absolutely have to because I did a lot of ripping out what I had sewn during the piping phase. Cushion covers - never seem to fit the cushion right no matter how many times you have redone them. Pleating - I lucked out and happened to get it right the first try. Thank goodness!!!

  So what is the fun part, you may ask. Well, I'm guessing it's putting the chair back together, or just enjoying the finished product, but I haven't gotten that far yet. I guess I'll have to let you know if and when I can actually make this cushion cover fit the cushion. Till then, I have some more ripping to do.


 

Life as a missionary wife

     Well, the title is somewhat untrue...for now... I will be a missionary wife; and in three weeks that journey will begin. So I thought that I am close enough to this status that I could go ahead and use the title accurately.

     As I said, in three weeks our life as missionaries will begin as we head off for our three week long survey trip to Brazil. How exciting you say... Well, yes, it is very exciting...as well as nerve-racking. My reason for writing this is because I have only recently realized how soon this is all actually happening!

 

    The realization hit me only a few days ago and I was left feeling very unprepared. As I am currently sixteen weeks pregnant, I suddenly started worrying about what clothes I am going to need in the next six weeks and the variety of sizes that I will need as my body grows, and whatever else a pregnant woman needs in a foreign country. Also, three weeks off of work can be a little taxing on the bank account...especially around Christmas time. Not to mention, my husband is in desperate need of new clothes before the trip ( I just don't think the two pairs of pants he alternates will do for three weeks). And then of course there's the whole we get back and it's time for Christmas thing... and I have to buy presents and plan a trip to Michigan to visit my family oh...ya..and make it to a wedding in Alabama two days after Christmas. So needless to say, my next two months will be very hectic... and there is that feeling of total unpreparedness again.
 On top of all that, my dad is coming in to town in two weeks to go hunting with my husband. They bond on all that outdoorsy man stuff. Which is great! I love that they get along so well. It's the threat...I mean possibility..that they will be hunting the morning we are supposed to leave for Brazil that worries me.
 

    My hope for that hunting trip is that my mother will be able to come as well. No, you are never too old to need your mom. In all my feelings of unpreparedness, I feel that my mom coming for the week before and helping me pack (since she's been through this before, including being pregnant at the time) will greatly help me feel more prepared for this little journey of ours.
 

    However, at the end of the day, yes I feel totally unprepared, but I know this is what God has called our little family to. So, I keep telling myself this is just the beginning and it's really not more than I can handle. Did I mention the fact that my mother refers to my father as Indiana Jones, and she often tells me that I married a man exactly like my father?? Ya, so if watching my father is any indication of my future.... this is DEFINITELY just the beginning.