Hola, I'm currently in Mexico in a computer class with some of the kids, and I'm using a Spanish keyboard, but surprisingly, I'm getting used to it. I think that Jared and I have become "soccer moms" during our week stay here. We currently have an hour before we pick up Ramon and an hour and a half before we pick up Yesenia, Lupita, and Johanna from school. It's awesome though, and we are both glad to do it whenever we can. Through this, I have learned my way around this city far more than I would have ever thought...

Here's a few updates:

There are several new kids, and they are super cute. Some of them actually speak English at 5 and 6 years of age.
They are not in need of beans, rice, oatmeal, or apple sauce. They have an abundance. Our project throughout this week (that we still aren't completely finished with) is the kitchen panty. CdE has been around for 21 years, and I don't know if it's ever been cleaned. I have found cans of rice from 1991 in there! It's absolutely insane.
If I see another cockroach, I think I'm going to scream. Scratch that, I already have screamed from being sick of seeing them. There are lots of them that have been killed and dried in the paint to be later removed.
Oil paint and paint thinner are toxic in a small pantry. It's actually a pretty good size room, but with that much paint, it's deadly. Jared, Roxanna, and I all got high from being in there. I snapped right out of it though when the kids were scared of Jared because he couldn't walk straight and his speech was slurred. He thought he was walking completely normal...

I honestly feel like I haven't been able to spend that much time with the kids because of the project and everything else, but I'm stoked that tomorrow and Sunday will be project free days.

I have never ever realized how much I say "Oh my gosh" until this trip. You know how you don't realize something until someone repeats it every time you say it... It will forever be "ohmygosh" now. You must say it as fast as humanly possible in an accent.

Please pray for these kids. I have never talked about their families with them as much as I have on this trip. They know their families, and they love them and miss them. They cry about it often. It's the hardest thing ever to see a little boy curled up inside of an enclosed slide just crying... but at least I am able to share with him that only God can help him and his family. Only God loves him far more than we ever could.

Well, I think that's about it for now. Love you all. See you soon.