Ok. . . So once again. . . It's been a while since I last posted.
Adoption News
In case you didn't know, the judge ruled in our favor!  So my parents are the legal guardians of Joan and Derrick.  J and D aren't Reeves yet. . . my parents still have to do about three months of paper work when we get back home.  Ya.  I know. . . A lot goes into adoption.  So after we got the court ruling from the judge, we started on getting visas for Joan and Derrick.  We have to go to the American Embassy to apply for and eventually get the visas.  I hate going to the American Embassy.  The very first time I went there, my mom was turning in all of her paper work.  I was responsible for keeping up with Joan and Derrick.  At first they were good.  But as soon as mom left to go turn in the papers, they started acting up.  It's hard to keep two kids calm when one can't hear you and is as stubborn as a mule, and the other one can hear you, but he doesn't speak your language so he doesn't know what the heck you are saying.  Any way.  When my mom FINALLY came out of the room where she turned in her paper work, she told me that if we could get J and D's birth mother to the embassy by 2:45, then she would do the interview that day.  it was 1:45 and the mom was about 45 minutes away by boda.  We went to a gas station to wait for the mom and she finally got there.  We went as fast as we could to the embassy, but we were too late.  The person that was supposed to do the interviews has already left.  On Wednesday, when we went back for the interviews, it was worse than the first time.  My mom and Joan and Derrick's birth mom were in the building, and Joan, Derrick, and I were waiting in this little sitting area outside.  They were terrible.  First, Derrick kept playing with an electrical outlet.  I had to stand in front of the outlet until he finally walked away.  Then he tried to get into the building.  You can't get into the building unless a guard lets you in.  So if you can imagine, that was a pain.  So I finally carried Derrick over to a chair and made him sit.  Every time he would try to get up, I would push him back down.  He finally sat there for a while.  Joan was playing with the dirt on Derrick's chair (I know. . . gross).  After a few minutes, Derrick got up and also started playing with the dirt.  Well as soon as he got up, Joan sat in his seat.  I knew that this would cause problems so I pulled Joan out of the chair and told her that that was D's chair, but she could sit in another one.  Well she got mad at me and ran around the corner.  I went after her and then of course Derrick followed in Joan's footsteps and ran away too.  It was terrible.  I couldn't call Joan to come back and Derrick just wasn't listening.  Where they were running makes a big circle right back to where I was, so I went and I waited for them.  They came back around but I couldn't grab them both.  Joan then started playing with the electrical outlet.  I know she was doing it just to make me mad.  Well it worked.  I went over and grabbed her by the arm, and pulled her over to the chair and made her sit down.  One of the security guards had Derrick and he brought him to me.  he sat Derrick down and said a few words in Luganda to him.  I have no idea what he said but it worked because Derrick didn't move again.  In fact. . . he almost started crying.  I really hope the security guard wasn't mean.  Any way.  My mom came outside to check on us.  We were sitting in the sun because that was to only place where there were three seats next to each other.  So she made us move to the shade.  That was fine for about five minutes.  A few men were walking into the building, and when the security guard opened the door for them, Derrick slipped in after them.  It made me so mad.  I just left him in there.  A few minutes later, a few more people were going in, and Joan got up and slipped in after them.  I was VERY frustrated.  I just went inside and simply said to my mom, "I can't do it."  She understood and let me sit inside with them.  Joan and Derrick played with their birth mom.  I think she really does love them.  by this point, my mom had already had her interview. The only thing they asked her was why she wanted to adopt from Uganda.  She said that she didn't want to adopt from Uganda, she wanted to adopt Joan and Derrick.  I thought that that was a very good answer!  So now we just needed for the birth mom to be interviewed.  After waiting for more than 30 minutes, a man told us that the lady that had to do the interview had a meeting.  So we waited for another 30 minutes.  We had to wait outside though because they were cleaning inside.  After the 30 minutes, they called my mom back inside.  So I was sitting outside with J, D, and their birth mom.  After a few more minutes, the man told us all to come inside.  Derrick had found a friend so he played quietly with her.  Joan was still trying to annoy me by blowing in my face.  it worked.  She finally went and played with Derrick and his little friend.  They interviewed the mom and that took about 5 minutes.  After that, my mom went in one more time, and we left.  So all in all, What was really a thirty minute process, too 2 1/2 hours.  By the time I left the embassy, I needed a hot shower, my own bed, some sleepy time tea, and Pride and Prejudice playing from the projector.  We go back to pick up the visas tomorrow.  I can't wait!  : /
Other News
One day, we went to Jinja and six of the SOZO kids, and three muzungus got baptized in the Nile River.  It was amazing.  Unfortunatly, that same night, we got back to find that the dogs had broken into the chicken pen and had mauled all of Esau's chickens.  They hadn't killed them, but there was no way that any of those chickens would have lived.  Esau was SO sad.  I was very happy that the chickens were gone. . . but I'll admit, I cried for Esau.
Joel's grandmother went to live with the Lord three days ago, so please keep him and his family in your prayers.
We are supposed to fly home sunday night.  Joan can't wait.  She is counting down the nights.  I can't wait either.  Not that I'm ready to leave.  I'll probably cry. . . i'm just ready to be home.  Don't get me wrong. . . I'm not saying I want America.  I want My dad and Coleman.  I'll admit.  A hot shower every night will be nice.  But I don't NEED that.  I think that's one thing that I've learned being here.  A lot of things that I used to think that I "needed", I don't really need.  Like a hot shower, or a queen bed, or a dish washer, or a washing machine, or a dryer, or any of that kind of stuff.  Let me tell you, when I'm back in America, unless you want a VERY long speech from me. . . I better not hear you complain about one thing.  Not even school.  These kids are proud to go to school.  And when they get in trouble, they don't get a detention.  They get caned.  It's sad.  So. . . the point is. . . quit your whining!
Whew!!  Sorry. . . that was my rant.  had to have it! :)

Prayer Requests:
1)That everything goes smoothly when we get the visas
2)That Joan and Derrick don't have to get any more shots
3)That Joan and Derrick will behave at least until we get to Alabama.
4)That when we leave on Sunday, there will be no trouble with the flights
5)That Joel and his family will find peace
:)