




“Mommy, Mommy–Dorie!”









“Mommy, Mommy–Dorie!”




I lived this life once…but it seems so distant.
On Driving:
The roads are so smooth! Everyone follows the lines! No one is driving on the shoulder!
“Think right, Think right, Think right…” (the right side of the road, that is)
Constantly turning on the windshield wipers instead of the blinker…. (did you know they are reversed in British cars?)
Pay attention to the speed limit! (In Dar we never can go fast enough to worry about the speed limit).
In the store:
SO MUCH! So many choices….so many yummy things….how is there ever time to eat it all? Why do we need 16 types of Cheez-Its to choose from?
Everything is processed! Where is the flour and yeast? Why should I even bother making a homemade pumpkin pie when it’s cheaper to buy the bakery one? I must admit that’s a bit disheartening.
WHY DO PEOPLE BUY ALL THIS BOTTLED WATER? Buy a Brita, save the money you spend on bottled water, and send it to a country where the majority of people watch their babies die from water-borne diseases. Oops, I’ll get off my soapbox now.
Will I remember what to do? Do I remember how to pay with a credit card? I feel foolish, awkward…everyone expects me to know what to do…I look American…but I feel out of place.
On media:
I hate commercials! I hate advertising! I get immune to this after a while, but every time I come back to the States I feel bombarded. Except that I guess I can’t complain too much since I am a Republican who is very much in favor of a free market economy. Oooh…better not get on that soapbox. So I guess I put up with the advertising.
I like wearing socks. I like using a curling iron. I like not feeling sweaty all the time. I like cooking with cream cheese and raspberries.
Yep, that was pretty much Josiah’s impression of Disneyland.
Finally, a partial smile!
With Grandma
With cousin Maddie
For the first time in my life, we got season passes to Disneyland! Gil’s folks live only a half hour away, and the deal for So. Cal. residents is great. So when we went in to get our passes, they asked for a phone number.
Gil and I just looked at each other. “Ummmm…..”
“Any phone number is okay,” the guy said. “A cell number is fine.”
“Uh, we don’t know….”
“You don’t know your phone number? Any phone number?”
We turned red.
Gil ran out to get his mom’s cell. I fumbled over an explanation which included words like “Africa,” so the guys eyes just glazed over and a polite smile appeared on his face.
We get that a lot.
First bike!

Give him a ball and some dirt and the smile reappears. I still can’t get over seeing him in jeans and long sleeves!
This has been hardest on him, but he’s handling it like a champ.
I’m here for Thanksgiving! Can you believe it? Thank you, Lord!
20: Hours spent in aircrafts
3: Hours Josiah spent sleeping
0: Hours Grace spent sleeping
3: Hours spent trying to get the kids to go to sleep. (“Close your eyes and be still.” Repeat every 60 seconds.)
16: Hours Grace spent watching movies and cartoons (YOU GO, GIRL! We told her what a good job she did on the plane and how proud we were of her, and she looked confused said, “But I just watched TV.” And we said, “Yeah, Great job!”)
.0001: Hours Josiah spent watching TV.
1,347,256: Times Josiah jumped up and down on his airplane seat
25: Times person in front of Josiah turned around to look at us
15: Hours spent in London for layover
65: Dollars spent on hotel room (Hilton Hotel, 4 star. Thanks, Priceline!)
65: Dollars spent on overpriced hotel food (too bad Priceline doesn’t sell food too)
3: Arrived at gate with this many minutes to spare before our second flight took off. (I just thought I would add a little excitement into our trip by majorly underestimating the amount of time it would take us to get through the massive Heathrow airport. Thank the Lord we made our flight. “Run, Grace, Run!”)
11: Number of time zones we went through
4: People in the Medina family who are very happy and content right now.
We made it!!!!
Tomorrow is the big day!
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