Today my kids and thousands of others went back to school! Our two oldest are both at the same college this year! Tyler is majoring in education and Brielle in nursing. Lacey started the 8th grade at a very non-traditional school this year. Her new school focuses on experiential learning. We are very excited for her as traditional school wasn't her cup of tea! Now she will be given the opportunity to travel all over the world as part of her studies while addressing all areas of growth and learning! Our youngest is of course still in Haiti. It was sad today as I watched the Kindergarten parents drop off their children right across from my classroom, I was supposed to be one of those parents! Morelson should have been taken to the store with a school supply list in hand, excited to fill the cart with crayons, glue and a new backpack! Instead he continues to wait for us at his orphanage. I know he doesn't really know anything different, but this boy was taken to the orphanage over 3 years ago and as only left for a total of about 18 days during our four visits to Haiti! He doesn't have school outside of the orphanage to look forward to each day, or trips to the park, ice cream store, or museum. He remains within the same four walls day in and day out, waiting for these people that have told him are his forever family. It puts things in perspective doesn't it? I complain when the line at Starbucks is too long, or they get my order wrong at the restaurant or my favorite tv show doesn't air due to a news special.

The biggest lessons we learn don't come from those taught at school. Of course school is valuable, as knowledge is power, but Morelson has taught all of us more than we could have ever imagined and he hasn't even stepped foot in our house!

We love you sweetheart, miss you and ache for you. What a happy day when you are standing at that classroom door, backpack on and smiling that Haitian smile as your mommy is crying with joy!

WOW! We just received our first Granny Bin monthly picture report for Morelson, I know I am seriously bias, but is this boy handsome or what?

Make a Smilebox scrapbook

AFTERBIRTH FOR DINNER. YES I AM DISTURBED.

As I was laying in bed this morning, my husband was drinking his morning coffee, eating his weekday bowl of cereal and reading the grossest thing under the sun! What's worse is that before leaving our home for a week of out of town business he decides to share this disgusting article with me as I enjoy having the bed to myself!

SO............ Here goes I'm now passing the grossness on to you all!

The July 13th, 2009 issue of Time Magazine as seen here, contains possibly the nastiest thing I have ever heard of! Maybe this is not news to all of you, but it is to me. I consider myself fairly forward thinking and moving, I am totally okay with most "hip" ideas even if they are too hip for me, I figure they are bound to sit right with someone out there! But this is just weird! So weird in fact that when I Goggled it guess who's name came up? No, not Michael Jackson (good guess though) go with your second strangest person... Tom Cruise!

Here goes- the author of the article Joel Stein explains how his wife Cassandra fills him in on the fact that she will be keeping her placenta, placing it on ice, having it delivered to her house and later cooked up and turned into pills! I am SOOOO not kidding, this is true, it's in Time Magazine folks, not The Enquirer, and it's being said by a reputable journalist that writes weekly for this well respected publication!

For $275 Joel and his wife have a woman in their home cooking up the placenta, freeze drying it and then turning it into capsules that are said to ward off postpartum depression and increase milk supply! He goes on to say that "placenta lady" got into cooking placenta after taking a Chinese medicine course and has "prepared" two dozen placentas this year! Some of the 120 pills that come of this "placenta lady" states could even be frozen and used by Cassandra during menopause!

The next day "placenta lady" pulls off a beautiful placenta presentation for the new parents complete with a pretty glass jar, a card, a CD full of lullabies and a satin pouch containing a part of their son's umbilical cord!

I'm ALL for curbing postpartum depression, even increasing milk supply, and of course warding off the horrors of menopause! Yikes, I guess I am not hip enough to do it this way however; and am now SO thankful that my fourth and final child comes to me through the beauty of adoption and not with a placenta attached that I might get talked into eating!! GROSS!!