Pierre, who is our contact in Holland, is currently in Benin. So, we are very hopeful that we will have more information about Glwadys soon. All official paperwork there is in French, but I can have things interpreted if needed. I just want to know more.
I actually checked out some French on CD lessons for little kids from the library. I haven't taken French since my sophmore year of highschool. That is a long time ago! I figured baby French would at least teach me a few phrases I can use with my daughter when I first meet her. "Hello" "I love you" "Are you hungry" "Are you sleepy" "Do you need to potty" Things a mommy needs to say. I have had to interpret what Zion is saying for years now. He speaks "Zionese". Now I just have to learn French for Glwadys. Hopefully she will learn English faster then Zion! Even if she doesn't, a mommy figures it out, right? We will communicate, one way or another.
Hugs are the same in any language!
Lastly, I would like to give a small update on my spider story. (See pictures and video if you like) It seems that Andy's idea of "taking care of it" was to put the mason jar with the spider in it on a shelf in the garage and forget about it. So, here we are, more than two weeks since we originally caught the thing, and it is still in a jar, in my garage. In fact, until two days ago, it was still alive. So, in case you ever need to know, black widows can live two whole weeks without food. Or water.
Now the question is, what do I do with a huge, dead black widow? Throw away the whole jar? I don't think the "hippie" in me can do that, (it is not only reusable, but recyclable too!) but the squeamish girl in me certainly doesn't want to clean it out. I am thinking this is still an Andy job...
Now I just have to convince him of that.