Honduran Trip #1

September 1-



Day 4 in Tegucigalpa-



We are settling in to our routine now of time killing as we put in our time before we can return to the states. On Tuesday, we took custody of our new son and had a great time bringing him into our family.



Of course, showing my present kids that there is more to life than suburban DFW is plenty, but then to introduce them to the new permanent member of the family (who doesn't speak our language, nor us, his) is not met with complete excitement. Don't get me wrong - they are great kids and very excited to have him. But, there is some natural level of concern amongst the troops that their spot in the pecking order is now in doubt, but that will be smoothed out gradually.



Our boy, is in our custody, but not officially adopted until today or tomorrow. The court system down here is part hilarious and part sad in some respects and if you have a concern it is best to not have time expectations. We are down here until they are good and ready to get to us and not a second sooner. Not only that, but routine things like military shutdowns for strikes or riots and the routine fumigation of government buildings (no idea for what) makes a day take a week on a regular basis.



In the meantime, we have discovered that Teguc has a great children's museum. No lie. And dinosaurs scare both of my sons when the animatronics are so convincing.



Picture of Kiddos Here



We have discovered that fast food is fine dining and that there is no pattern to what ESPN Deportes will run out there. But, since my new son insists on all lights being off when he goes to bed in the entire apartment, I am not watching much tv anyway. He is about 30 pounds, but each pound is packed with resolve and opinion. Perhaps perfect for me.



On Tuesday we were kicked out of Burger King because the policia-swat team needed the building because of doom headed this way. I have no idea what that meant, but I was inclined to simply agree and move on.



My spanish is getting better and better, but I can't understand much from my boy. Between his speed and his child-like delivery, I am assured by our translator who is with us a few hours a day that even life-long spanish speakers cannot really understand him.



I miss sports. I won't lie. But, we are carrying on just fine. This is our adventure and I am happy to be making slow and steady progress with building our family through this.



I think today we are going to see the movie Smurfs in Spanish (Los Pitufos):







Try not to be too jealous.



Miss you much.