The Flying Saga continued

After being told we could not fly out on Thursday as we'd so hoped and prayed, we were told that if we were going to need a hotel for the night, then we were to stand there and someone would come talk to us about it.  Five hours and fifty-six minutes after that final comment, a Delta rep. came out to tell a huge group that they had found hotel rooms and would start shuttling people to the various hotels shortly.  They took one group, then I gather someone complained because the next trip they decided to take people with children and the elderly first.  Once we got to the hotel, they decided they would also feed us supper but to spend no more than one hundred hryvna, but it turned out that the restaurant wasn't prepared for so many people, so they ended up just feeding us one of two dishes and so the cost wasn't a problem.  As usual, the food didn't agree with me, but John and Maxim enjoyed it.

The next day we were shuttled to the airport in plenty of time to get in the lines for baggage and customs checks.  I tried to get in the line for a voucher they were giving for a discount on future flights for our inconvenience, but just as I was about to the front of the line, the other line moved too much, so I had to give up on the vouchers in order to be sure we could get through all those checkpoints in time for the plane.  It's a good thing we allowed a tad extra time because John's passport not having a stamp again became an issue, much longer delay caused by it this time to the point John was saying Maxim and I should go ahead and get on the plane and he'd find another flight, but it eventually all worked out and we made it onto the plane that had been repaired from the day before.  We had been concerned that Maxim's adoption papers, visa, or some such thing would cause a holdup on our exit from Ukraine; who would have guessed it would be John?

No one could ever been happier to land in the U.S.A. than John and I were.  JFK aiport may be a pain to maneuver, but it was a welcome hassle for sure.  The guy who checked us in at customs was the nicest fellow.  It was such a relief to be able to understand every word he said!  Soon thereafter we were able to text or call family members and say we were back in America!

I tell you that until you live in a foreign country, especially one lacking in some of our conveniences, you probably just cannot have the appreciation for our country that we now have, and we've always been very patriotic.  Having said that, I will also say that we will sorely miss some of the folks we met in Kiev.  Sadly, probably the only one we'll keep in contact with is Alla, our bossy translator.  Bossy is a good thing most of the time when you have no idea what you're really doing.  She has been very kind to check on us both airport days as well as to e-mail us to make sure we made it all the way home safely.  I will try to send her some pictures of Maxim in his new home before too long.

Speaking of pictures, when we get some more uploaded from our camera, then we will put a few  more on here as well as on kodak gallery.

Today, Maxim and I met went to his new school and met with the principal and his teacher.  They gave him a short tour of school and introduced him to his classmates.  Maxim was all smiles as all this occurred.  I had been concerned that it would be too much for him since he had been in a cocoon like environment since his schooling has been in the orphanage, but no, he seems very happy still.  We are so pleased with how well Maxim has accepted us and adapted to the U.S. and the new environment.  He also started soccer practice this evening; the new coach was very kind to Maxim.  Maxim was very tired afterward but again mostly smiles.  He loves "football" so maybe he'll be a natural--that would make Kelly very happy.

For those of you still coming over:  it is all worthwhile, but you have to be prepared for the unexpected every step of the way and for delay after delay.  You have to learn to go with the flow and not expect what you thought you could expect.

Charlene

So it's home again, and home again, America for me!

Yes, we truly are home!  Finally!  And the lines from the poem by Henry Van Dyke describes how we've felt the past several days:    "So it's home again, and home again, America for me!  My heart is turning home again, and that's where I long to be."  As expected, we literally did not know until almost the last minute when we'd be flying out and even then, the flight got cancelled.  We raced and rushed the entire week just trying to get Maxim's new passport from the Ukranian government.  In addition to those lovely "expediting" fees, there was a bottle of brandy exchanged.  Why, we don't know.  Just while on an extremely tight time crunch and on our way supposedly to meet up with the man who was hand carrying Maxim's passport, suddenly the taxi pulled over.  Out hopped Alla saying something about she didn't know why but the guy had told her to bring a bottle of brandy.   So she returns with the brandy and we race on to the metro stop where she's been told to meet the man who was meeting the man with the passport.  We get there and surprisingly easily find the man.  Alla and he disappear for a few minutes and she returns to the car.  Then we head exactly back to where we had been before the "brandy" call came in.  The man we met there had to himself carry back the passport to his office and put an official stamp on it.  Finally, it was done.  I signed a piece of paper on the trunk of the taxi and we raced off again.  We were trying to get to the Embassy where John was waiting before they closed.  We barely got there before the Embassy closed, too late to get Maxim's visa printed that day (a bottle of brandy cost us dearly!), but they did agree to go ahead and do our interview.  They also promised to have the visa printed first thing the next day (Thursday) by around 9 a.m.  The plane was to take off at 11:10 so it was cutting it very close for us, but we decided surely luck must somehow be with us since it hadn't been for so very long so we packed all our belongings Thursday night.  We put everything into a minivan taxi Friday morning and rushed to the Embassy.  After sweating it out for thirty minutes I was finally handed Maxim's visa!!!  Yes!! That meant we could now leave the country.  IF IF IF we could just get to the airport and all checked in before the flight departed at 11:10 a.m.  It was a race to the finish line, literally, a race.  We were all three huffing and puffing by the time we finished getting our luggage checked, paying for the change of the flight, going through security checkpoint after checkpoint, getting the adoption documents scrutinized very carefully, and the best part of all, having John almost not be allowed to cross out of their border.  Yes, remember the lost passport incident a couple days after we arrived in Kiev?  Well, it came back to haunt John.   Turns out if you don't have the official stamp in your passport showing you entered the country, they are not going to let you leave the country!  Luckily, John had found the lost passport and was able to prove that he had entered legally into Ukraine.  So, finally, we were on board the plane.  We heard the safety spiel they always give.  We taxied down the runway, well, for a little while, and then the plane stopped.  We passengers all assumed we were just waiting for final clearance for take off, but after about fifteen minutes, the pilot came on and told us we were having trouble getting the right engine to start and that maintenance was coming out to check on it.  After a long wait with no definite decision made and all of us hoping that the plane could be easily fixed and would still fly, we were disappointed to learn that the plane would not fly that day.

There are many other details of the past week, but the fatigue has taken over again.  Our bodies went through so much our entire trip, especially that last week.  On top of that both John and I were sick the past two weeks.  I came home with an ear infection so the ascent and descent of the plane was painful.  The six hour time difference is not an easy thing to adjust to now that we're back home.  What I am trying to say is that hopefully there will be time and energy to blog more in a day or two, but this entry must be short.  I did want to let everyone know, though, that we're home so wrote even though the story must end abruptly for now.

Oh, don't mean to stop without saying that Maxim is doing great!

Charlene

Guess Who's Here!!!

We are very happy to announce that Maxim is now legally our son. It wasn't until another very grueling day was almost over on Thursday that we were able to take custody of Maxim. You cannot imagine how we were sweating it, since we'd been told that we might get to bring him home on Tuesday and there was even a slight possibility on Wednesday and no go. But that stress is now over because Maxim is now living with us here in this apartment in Kiev. We hope to be able to bring him home soon; the actual timing, as I've posted before, depends on how long it takes the U.S. Embassy to process the required paperwork there and issue the visa. That usually is a quick turn around, but we still are missing a vital piece of paper before we can go there as well as Maxim's completed passport, plus, remember we told you that Sunday is a big holiday here called International Women's Day. Some say it is similar to our Mother's Day, but it is far bigger. They get Monday off because it is a national holiday. There are always kiosks and stands and stands of fresh flowers for sale here in the big city, but that number has greatly increased because of this huge holiday. Needless to say, the Embassy won't be open on Monday since they get to close for both Ukranian and U.S. holidays. What a great job! That makes the schedule much tighter. We, and most others who go through this adoption process here, honestly won't know for sure which day we will be able to fly out of here until the very afternoon before. We all want and need to get back home for sure though! Maxim needs to get into first grade there and I need to get back to my students. John has a family wedding to attend and his job to return to as well. So it's not for lack of want or travail that is keeping us here.

Thursday we got Maxim and got to see his groupa--they live in family style units sort of in groups of eight children when they are around his age. There is a teacher during the da, and an aide part of the time; at night someone is there who sleeps in the room with them. There were eight tiny beds that they made up and put cushions on so similar to what we'd call a daybed maybe. The set up was like a small apartment except no doors into the two rooms. You enter into a living room kind of area which didn't look like they much used it. It did have an aquarium (kind of dirty) that Maxim seemed to really like. Then there was the sleeping room that I described. Other than those two, there was a room with desks adjoining each other with storage under the top of the desk as well as a storage cubby for each child around the room. There were a couple others in Maxim's group who looked to us as if anyone would want to adopt them, not that we know if they were adoptable. One girl told us she was also being adopted to the United States, but we have no idea if that is true or not. And of course, we think we got the cream of the crop. : )

How proud Maxim was and is of his new clothes. He is bigger than he looks because the size 8's we got him barely, barely fit him. He is very solid. We are very lucky that he is so physically healthy as well. Most people say there child/ren are underweight and under height when they get them from an orphanage. We found him a denim jacket and denim jeans set that he thinks he looks just, oh, so sharp in! Today Maxim got to wear the jeans and sweater he helped pick out last week and he again was very, very happy. John was asleep when Maxim got dressed; as soon as Papa got up, Maxim ran to him pointing out his new clothes and grinning and grinning. Maxim has been great since he came with us. The only kink that is not worked out is sleep. We have to remember that he's used to sleeping with several other people in the same room with him, so to expect him to be able to sleep in a strange apartment on a sleeper sofa in a room all by himslef was, well, just not a good idea. I stayed up until he went to sleep, but he didn't stay that way. The first night we were all up and down so many times, I don't think any of us got much sleep. So last night we started out the same way, but before long, there was Maxim standing by the bed telling me something so earnestly with such a sad look on his face. Of course, I don't know exactly what he said, but when I motioned to climb in beside of me, he about barreled me over, he was in such a hurry. I did get him to move to the middle of the bed; he went almost immediately to sleep. I figure for the few days we're here, what will it hurt? Poor kid, his whole life has been turned topsy turvy, and I can pretty much guarantee that he'll like his own bed in his own room not very long after we get back home. Yesterday, we took Maxim back to that indoor playland I wrote about last week. He had asked us to go there every day since. He had a great time. We figure he earned it because so much of yesterday and part of the day before were spent in a car and some in a diner just waiting and waiting while Alla ran in and out of several places; sometimes with me, sometimes not. The first night after we finished what paperwork we could, we stopped at an outdoor park to let him run and play. So what if it was flurrying and had mud puddles galore? The kid was in Heaven being let loose like that. Then we celebrated by going to TGIF. One thing we can say for certain about Maxim. The boy LOVES to eat. I had heard from others that they eat like they'll never see another bite for about six months after they leave the orphanage, but since Maxim is such a good size, I was surprised that he, too, is so happy to have plentiful food. It makes us feel good to see him eat like that as well as sad to think what young children must have to worry about when they are orphans.

On a more upbeat note, we finally got tickets to the circus which is just a short bus ride from here. Today we stopped by there to get the tickets because last time we tried (with Gail and Craig sans Maxim) they were all sold out. Try explaining to a young child who does not speak English that we aren't going in to see the fun circus today but will come back tomorrow! Then we tried to take him across the street to a movie in Ukranian, but they do not show children's movies on Saturday! So we went to a toy store instead that had a small play area. Maxim is so very sweet that he just nods his head when we say "tomorrow." But when tomorrow actually comes, we think he will be thrilled to see an actual circus; we certainly will be as it's been years.

We also want to take this opportunity to thank so many people that we'd leave some out accidentally if we tried to mention each one by name, but in general, we want send out a thank you to all of you who read this blog so faithfully, to all of you who picked up the slack at work (including my principal Kathy, my co-worker Heather and John's supervisor Damon), Karen JS who wins the prize for e-mailing me every SINGLE day of my journey, to Becca and Jeanette for helping with the cats and various other items, to all of you who've sent a prayer up for us, to our Family Life class, to our family and friends, and to our children (Jonathan, Eric, Andrea, Kelly, Kevin) for allowing and encouraging us to make such a drastic change to all our lives, especially to Kelly, without whose help back at home with cats and bills and doctors and extra documents we couldn't have done this--we certainly couldn't have stayed the extra time this adoption has ended up requiring.

We know you all will join us in welcoming Maxim Christopher to our family.

Charlene

Stumbling Blocks

Yesterday involved chasing paperwork ad nauseum! And the end result was that we still did not end up with the new birth certificate. All day long there were stumbling blocks all along the way: a two and a half hour wait for the court decree, one error on that decree that caused the first birth certificate to send us back to the judge for a correction, another long wait, visit to the other Kiev district for the other part of the birth certificate to be approved, a trip to something like their regional office for approval of what the district had placed their seal on, and on and on. With much "encouragement" from Alla at least the required forms and seals were getting done by the various offices, until, you guessed it, the last stop. We were back at the original birth certificate office and the lady was just plain mean; I could tell she was yelling at Alla and I cannot even understand the language. Believe me, few people ever yell at Alla, but because she wanted something from that yelling person, Alla kept her cool pretty well. Still, in the end, we did not get the new birth certificate which means we did not yet get to pick up Maxim which also means we couldn't apply for his passport which means we couldn't apply for his new i.d. number. Without all these things, we cannot apply for his visa to come to the U.S. We are hoping it doesn't delay our return home by too much. You may be wondering when will we get this birth certificate? Well, one would think that could happen today, but no, the lady said she had meetings and would be out of the office today and so we can go back and try on Thursday. No way to know if we'll be successful. No one can ever predict when anything will happen over here. John and I (as well as Alla) are both utterly exhausted from all this frantic pace to try to get things accomplished as well as mentally fatigued from trying to figure it all out. So keep those prayers coming our way, please.

A Day Out And About

It's been a while since we've posted. The internet was down for a while, there's been a lot of paperwork stress (be glad, be very glad I didn't moan about that on here!), a touch of illness, plus, there's just not a lot of new things to report most days; just the usual routine of going back and forth to the orphanage to visit with Maxim. The bus ride is tedious and very, very bumpy to say the least. You never know which kind of driver you'll get---the one who stops for anyone who stands by the street and holds out his arm and so drives rather slowly, or the one who thinks he's running a race! The latter kind surely does make for a carsick tummy as well as bounces us out of our seats, if we're lucky enough to even be seated, that is! One day, I lucked out and was able to sit in the very front seat of the bus, the one directly across from the driver. Buses here are not doored like the school buses at home, meaning the door is located two seats back from the windshield. Anyway, the seat gave me a fantastic view of what we see on our ride to and from the orphanage. I will try to post a couple here and more on Kodak Gallery. The first street picture is where we change buses and go up that hill; the orphanage is not very far up on the right.

A fun thing did happen this past week. We were able to check out Maxim from the orphanage for five hours one day. Alla and our driver accompanied us to an outdoor market where Maxim was allowed to try on and choose which boots he wanted and which jeans. We figure it's probably the only time in his life he's been given a choice about his clothing. He liked a sweater I chose for him, and he also selected warm gloves and a cheap police car. Maxim still says he wants to be a policeman when he grows up. : ) It was a very nice change of pace to have Maxim outside of the orphanage. Alla also showed us an indoor playland kind of place, sort of like Kids Place or Chuck E Cheeze back home. Maxim didn't want to get inside the climbing apparatus, though, so he played a few games where you have to insert a token or scan a card. He had no idea what to do with the ticktets the games gave him, so it is safe to assume, he'd never gotten to play these types of games before. Of course, he loved them. He asked several times if we would take him back there tomorrow, but alas, we could not say when we could do that as we are not allowed to check him out again until we take him out for good, which should still happen by Wednesday of this week (we're hoping for Tuesday afternoon, but that's a longshot). We also stopped in at a large grocery store while we had Maxim since we had a taxi and would have an easier way to haul back large jugs of water and some other items. Maxim chose a pear he really wanted as well as a small bag of colorful marshmallow candy; he also enjoyed pushing the cart for us--that is, until we put four huge jugs of water in there, then he motioned for me to take over. After that, it was to McDonald's for a Happy Meal, which I also got the idea he'd never had before. Alla kept telling me that wouldn't be enough food for him, but I insisted that he get his Happy Meal, and of course added some of my nuggets to his small box while John kept refilling his French fry container. Poor kid, then Alla insisted he eat that all! We had just a short time to spare after that before our 3 p.m. deadline to have Maxim back at the orphanage so we brought him by our apartment and showed him where he would live with us for a couple of weeks after we get him from the orphanage. He was pleased to see his puzzles he'd already done, toys he'd played with, and the big red bag here. I sense it made him feel more comfortable. It was hard to leave him at the orphanage after our big day out, but Maxim was very happy. Oh, while we were out we did manage to get pictures made of Maxim for his visa and medical exam; the ones for the Ukranian passport Alla says we cannot do ahead of time--that the passport office must do them when we take Maxim there to apply for it. Sigh. And time goes on and on and on and on and on. . .

It was a very nice and sunny day here yesterday, or at least John says it was. I was so sick that I barely moved from the bedroom to the bathroom to the couch and back and forth. Self-diagnosing a sinus and ear infection, I started Friday on the last vial of antibiotics my doctor had so graciously prescribed for me to bring along. Today, I feel just a tad better but am still very weak so I am writing a paragraph for the blog, then resting a bit, then writing another paragraph,etc., so if the blog is a bit disjointed, now you know why. With John doing all the peeling and chopping, we managed to make some potato/onion soup which those of you who know me know is my cure for any illness. :) It surely did taste good. I figure if I had to get that sick (yes, I'd had a few under the weather days before while here but none this bad), then it was better to be sick now before we have Maxim here with us and definitely before we are on an airplane. Can you imagine the pain with infected ears and flying!!

Today we are both kind of relaxing and we have the landlord over with a repairman again to make the antiquated washer work once more. I tell you it is just one step above washing them all by hand, but if they can just patch it up for a few more weeks, it will no longer be our problem. Sure hope we don't have to do the wash by hand though; that would take forever to dry. Remember there are no dryers, other than the lines we toss the wet clothes on in the kitchen.

John is tired of being cooped up, though he did run out to a small grocery yesterday, so I have promised him that in a little while I will, at the least, walk to the nearest shopping center with him. I figure the fresh air might do me good anyway. The weather today is very different from yesterday's. It came quite a good snow last night--looks like three or four inches. It's beautiful, for a while anyway.

So I'll close for now. Hopefully, in a very few days we will have Maxim here with us, and you can be sure we will be shouting that fantastic news from the proverbial rooftop!

May God bless each of you,

Charlene

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

A lot has happened since I got a chance to write. Charlene has covered things real well. The main thing is that we are so excited to be nearing the end of this adoption process; we hope we are anyway. There have been so many hurdles that have come up. I am happy to give my wife a compliment – she has risen and met the challenges. Some things almost blindside you. Like today, we mostly by accident found out that the U.S. Embassy will need a copy of some more of our records before we can file for a passport for Maxim. Duh! As Homer Simpson says, no one thought to tell us, so we find out by sheer accident. (And yes, Charlene thinks it silly of me to like to watch The Simpsons. But I do anyway.)

I really enjoy the time and activities with Maxim. It’s fun to share games, learning, and just plain fun stuff with Maxim. I love his smile and he has a good sense of humor. I have taught a long time, and the only thing I see that Maxim will have a little trouble with is having to learn English. To tell the truth, my old English teachers probably doubted I would ever learn English. ☺

Some other things to mention include a store like Sam’s Club, continuing to learn how to get around town, trying to buy a few clothes for Maxim, cooking and trying to cross-reference measurements, watching for money exchange rates to be in your favor, and last but not least, using Skype to talk to those at home.

Alla went with us to a shopping area we had gone to with another American couple – Craig and Gail. (Hi Craig and Gail if you are reading this. And Gail, you would have loved the store.) With a little direction from Alla, Charlene and I discovered two new shopping areas. And one of them was bigger than the Sam’s Club back home, really, it was bigger than three Sam’s Clubs combined! The only problem I had was that it was huge and the fish area in the food section smelled very bad. All the fish and fish parts were just laid out and it smelled a lot. When I get back home I don’t think I will rush to Red Lobster. But Charlene and I splurged after buying some good bargains on groceries, by getting a taxi. Neither of us wanted to try to carry all our stuff, including huge and heavy jugs of water, on the subway or bus.

Charlene is definitely a Mom. She is an expert at choosing fun activities to do with him daily and in buying the right size clothes, shoes, and stuff for Maxim. I admit she traced his foot. But the rest of the stuff she almost did by instinct. I admit I have trouble with the size system here. But then I have never been good at buying clothes for others.

Cooking is a challenge when you don’t have a measuring cup, proper bowls, or even utensils. So we cheated and bought only what we really needed. I mean after all, we don’t want to take anything that will be extra weight back with us. So anything we don’t take we intend to give either to the orphanage or our translator. But it was not a sure thing when the directions are in Ukrainian. But nothing ventured, nothing gained. Besides if we can’t eat it, there are always hungry animals, birds, or trash cans. We even found $1.00 a piece plates so we got three of them. Yep, this ill equipped kitchen has only flat like soup bowls and large saucers for plates! It made us feel better just to have a real plate to eat from, even though the color is a sickly green.

Since we have been here the exchange rates for the American dollar went down a little and since then has steadily gone up. Great for me, I can buy a cup of American coffee and not feel I’m being wasteful. Of course, I have to be honest and tell you that I had been trying to give up coffee. And since there are few liquids I can drink here, coffee is back on the list. I would love a regular coke but my conscience (Charlene) reminds me that I am diabetic.

And Skype.com. What can I say but WOW! What a cool, cheap way to talk and see those at home. I have been slowly losing my computer skills since I retired from teaching, but Charlene has been helping me relearn. To any of you not using Skype, please try it. It is a free program and free to use – really, no strings like so many things in life have (unless, like us, you have to pay for every megabyte!)

There have been some things happen we have dealt with. I got news that my Mom had had a mild heart attack. I was going to return home but my Mom and family back home asked me to wait and see how she did. I am happy to say she is doing very well. Not quite back to her old self but still ok. And, of course, other worries which I know are like everyone has.

So for now, if you are here – don’t give up. If you are coming – sit back and enjoy the ride.

LOL

and God keep all safe,

John

It's a Red Letter Day

A major hurdle is now behind us. The judge here yesterday proclaimed that Maxim Christopher Spencer will be legally (legal from the Ukranian government’s point of view) our child once the mandatory waiting period ends. (The waiting period is time for anyone to object to this ruling—though this rarely happens, we need to keep in mind that it could.) Following the minimum ten day waiting period on Day 11, we can go look over the ruling to make sure there are no mistakes and that all names are spelled correctly (it becomes a huge deal later on if the names are not spelled correctly). Then, then next day we can go back and pick up these official documents. The day after that, I believe, we are able to pick up Maxim and he will then live with us while we finish up the U.S. documents. After we have him in hand, then we can take him for passport pictures and to apply for the passport. We are unsure how many days it takes to get his passport back, but once we do get it, we can apply for Maxim’s visa. The visa doesn’t take as long to issue, as we understand it, but there is one other Ukranian holiday in this time span somewhere that may cause a day or two delay. We also have a mandatory medical exam to get Maxim here in order to be able to take him to the United States as well as an interview at the U.S. Embassy. Once all these minor hurdles are passed, the U.S. government will also consider Maxim as our child and once his foot hits American territory, he is a legal American Citizen!! We can choose to or choose not to readopt when we get back in Kentucky so he will have a Kentucky sort of birth certificate. We’ll make that decision later; we have way too many pressing ones to make right now to give that more than a passing thought. I realize everyone wants to know when we’ll actually be back home; believe you me, we want to know that very same answer! The best guesstimate is by St. Patrick’s Day, but the way things work here, we may not know our actual return date until the day before we are to fly home.

Maxim was quite nervous at the meeting with the judge, though she was kind to him. She used legalistic terms to ask him questions; some of them confused me when translated, so no wonder the little guy was a bit shaken. However, we were very proud of how Maxim responded to all the questions. The gist of their conversation was that, no matter how she worded and reworded the questions, Maxim kept responding he wanted to live “with them,” meaning John and myself. He walked closer to her to try to hear what she was saying; the judge had bronchitis and so was talking quietly. Other than that move, he stood by my side holding my hand. I started to turn loose of his hand once, thinking he might be tired of standing there like that and was going to just put my hand on his shoulder, but he held on more tightly and so I of course never did let go—I let him take the lead there. : )

Another cute story: The judge and the others in the room—her secretary, the prosecutor, the Social Worker (called Inspector here)—all greatly enjoyed looking at our family album. They took interest in our children and the room for Maxim of course, but they were most impressed by our yard. We had pictures in the album from late last summer when all the flowers and bushes were in full bloom, and from the angle of the camera , it make our yard look enormous—it isn’t , and we hadn’t even tried to make it look so, but I digress. John spoke up and said he did all the flowers and took care of them all. Poor John. He (other than little Maxim) was the only male in the room. The women all kind of smiled and nodded. Alla later told us that none of them believed him anyway. Then John said that I did just a little bit of work on the flowers too, jokingly. They all laughed and it made for a good feeling in the room.

The judge asked Maxim how he would tell us on the plane if he was hungry or thirsty or needed to go to the bathroom. He responded that he would tell us in Ukranian, very matter of factly. She also queried if he knew he now had brothers and sisters. He said yes. She asked how he would talk to them; again, he responded in that matter of fact tone, “In Ukranian.” Of course, he was speaking Ukranian so I am quoting what our translator told us he said. The judge thought that was pretty cute. Guess we’d better work a little harder on teaching the lad English. : )
The judge soon thereafter ruled in our favor, telling Maxim to be a good boy, to be happy, and to do well in school.

Never will I be convinced that just because a child passes his seventh birthday he should be put through this very stressful court date where he or she has the huge responsibility of deciding their future, of deciding where and with whom he or she should live. Can you imagine your seven or eight year olds being given such a daunting responsibility? But this part is past, for us anyway.

Last night, we met up with Chan, another person here adopting, and her two year old new son, Alex. We all had a good time comparing war stories and holding and playing with little Alex. He is small for his age, but, my, did he enjoy eating! Makes a person feel good to see someone appreciate food like that. We greatly enjoyed getting to know Chan in person after following her odyssey online, and we wish her safety on her flight home today and a happy future with her husband and her son.

This weekend we have no real plans, though we might finally get to go see the Chernobyl Museum as well as a larger groc

ery store so we can buy some cheaper food items. After the larger than expected expediting fee for the judge, we have to watch every penny, plus, I like finding bargains anyway. And I need to find so

me food I can cook and eat because I am still losing weight. My belt just doesn’t have room for any more holes to be put in it. The weather is still cold for today, though it is no snowing as it has been the last two days. It’s the largest snow we’ve seen since being here; John says it’s been more like the Ukraine he expected.

Thanks to all of you who are commenting or e-mailing or somehow responding to our blog and our journey.

Charlene