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In Ethiopia, approximately 1 in 10 children die in infancy, and nearly double that number die by their 5th birthday, due to infections, tetanus, and diarrhea. Ethiopia is considered the 3rd worst place in the world to be born, better only than Burkina Faso and Djibouti. Of the children who survive, many will lose their mother in childbirth and many more will lose one or both parents to HIV/AIDS.
As more and more parents die, the capacity of extended family members to take care of orphans shrinks. Ethiopia has reached the breaking point where orphaned children are now forced into the streets, into difficult working conditions and/or into heading their households.
In 2001, 13.2% of the population (3.8 million children) were orphaned. In comparison, the 1994 genocide in Rwanda resulted in 500,000 orphans and the 2004 Tsunami in Southeast Asia resulted in 10,000 orphans.
(courtesy of www.ethiopianrelief.org)
Here are some pictures from the month of May. We sent out a newsletter a couple of weeks ago. If you didn't get it, sign up on the right-hand side of this page for future updates! Liam at soccer practice (he is in the orange sweatshirt)
A family hike to Blyde River Canyon
We happen to live in this incredibly beautiful place. We are close to all the conveniences of town but are surrounded by gently rolling hills and orchards and nut farms. One of the positives of this location is being so close to nature, but one of the negatives is also being so close to nature! Winter is here and the cooler weather is driving all animals to find a warmer place to live (aka our house). We have recently found several cobras on our porch and property and a rat family moved into our ceiling (which not only resulted in poop all over everything but also a large owl landing on our tin roof right over our bedroom at regular intervals during the night and then frantically scratching with its claws trying to find purchase on the slick surface). It is not fun sharing your home (and your food) with rats, especially noisy ones that chew through Tupperware containers and make lots of loud noises when you are trying to sleep. After several week of daily sweeping up poop and wiping rat pee off of shelves, I reached my limit. It was on!
We tried a mouse trap, from which daddy rat easily ate all the peanut butter and then disdainfully kicked it off the shelf. We tried a big metal trap, from which daddy rat easily ate all the peanut butter while evading the pressure spring. Out of desperation, we finally put out rat poison, which daddy rat carefully carried back to the nest to save for the cold winter months ahead.
We had officially despaired of ever evicting our unwelcome tenants, when Liam came rushing in to the house declaring that he had seen the rat climbing into the house on an exposed pipe and had whacked it down with his "monkey stick" (the big stick that he carries when patrolling our property with Jenna for thieving monkeys). Josh and I came out to investigate and did indeed find the rat lying on the ground looking pretty near death (from poison, most likely, not our son). Josh got the shovel out and finished him off (naturally I made sure all the children were safely ensconced in the house while he did it).
We were out for most of the next day and when we got home, we noticed a nasty smell emanating from the kitchen. Apparently, mommy rat had also bit the dust. By leaving all the windows open and overdosing on air freshener, we were able to brave our way into the kitchen. Unfortunately, we couldn't get into the ceiling and knew that we had several weeks of this smell to look forward to.
And by the way, there was still a nest of baby rats in our hall ceiling who filled the air with eager squeaks every time we were nearby.
Surprisingly, the horrible smell dissipated after just a week or so and the squeaking and shuffling in the ceiling went away as well. Finally, we were victorious!
We were happily adjusting to our clean, rat-free house when Josh walked through the kitchen and said, "what's this stuff on the floor?" I came over to investigate and we realized we were looking at about 30 maggots busy squirming their way into other parts of the house. We looked everywhere and couldn't figure out where they were coming from, when to our horror, we realized they were dropping out of the ceiling! Apparently, they had finished up with the dead rats and were in search of more food. We spent the rest of the day sweeping up maggots and carefully examining the floor before walking anywhere. The low point was when Josh was looking up at the ceiling and pretended that he had swallowed one…he thought it was funny but I was not so easily amused!
And yesterday we heard more squeaking from the ceiling in the hallway. We apparently won the battle, but not the war. The saga continues….
