a formulaic drive for formula

I got to skype with my friend Holly last night (who is in Congo) and asked how much formula I should try to bring. Her response? 50 pounds. While I'm not quite sure how all this is going to fit in my luggage with the bumbo seats, some random stuff I need to bring for her family and, oh yes, the clothes I suppose I should bring for myself, I'm willing to give it a try. So...if you live somewhere in the SF Bay area and want to donate formula (any size, any brand, so long as it hasn't been recalled) let me know.

I confess it's a bit odd for me to get formula. I've made a bottle once while babysitting, but it feels quite foreign to me despite having two kids. But hey, how else was I going to expand my horizons today?

On a related note, I guess the security outside of Bukavu hasn't been great recently, so I pray that things will improve enough to allow us to actually make it to the orphanage while I'm there. Regardless, Holly will make sure that it gets there eventually, but I do hope I can interact with the kids and their caregivers myself.