How do you get a baby through customs?

I'm in love. His name is Karl. He is 7 months old. I want to bring this little boy home with me! I've only taken care of him in the mornings the past three days, but he has definitely captured my heart. He's the sleepy one. You know those babies that just want to hit snooze all the time? That's him. So, it's been my job to keep him awake until it's naptime. That gives me about 45 minutes to do everything I can to keep his eyes open and (hopefully) eek out a smile. Well, yesterday I was successful in not only preventing him from falling asleep, but also completely waking him up so that he was laughing and smiling to the point where I absolutely had to get my camera. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to capture the world's greatest smile, but I have several pictures of his equally precious deer-in-headlights face. I hate to play favorites, but… Anyway, my days at the Kilimani House have been fairly routine. I usually start with the babies (Karl) and then spend the rest of the day with the toddlers. Since the weather has been pretty nice recently (except yesterday when it was surprisingly cold) we've spent a lot of time outside. For instance, we took a walk to Yaya, a nearby shopping center/mall. I'm sure it was pretty funny to watch a line of about 13 strollers make their way through the streets of Nairobi! The kids loved it, of course. They rarely make it outside the gates of the New Life compound, so it was somewhat of an adventure for them! Sadly, though, today was my last full day here for a while! I leave for Ruiru on Monday to help at a school there, so I'm pretty excited! It'll definitely be a change of pace since I'll be working with older kids (elementary school aged maybe?).  I know I already touched on this in my last post, but I am continually struck by how truly blessed I am. It really hit me again yesterday when I saw a baby sitting in a tire. I mean I've been to some pretty impoverished places, but I have never seen anything like that. And you know the worst part? It's really not uncommon. While I haven't seen any roaming street kids, I have seen numerous street moms with their babies or toddlers. It made me realize that all the kids that I'm playing with and feeding came from situations just like that. Instead of growing up, assuming they would actually survive, on the streets, they'll be adopted by loving families and go on to lead normal lives. It's just amazing to me. New Life is doing SO much good for this city, for this country and I'm so excited to be a part of it! Please continue to pray that I adjust to being alone. It's still (pathetically) something I'm struggling with. I have less than three weeks left in Kenya, and I don't want to drift through them or miss opportunities present by God because I'm stuck on myself. Things are going to be moving fast from here on out since I'll be traveling a lot. I want to live every moment to the fullest!  love, emily  PS I've become obsessed with Isaiah 40. Obsessed.