Monday, November 16, 2009

Travel Moved

Jeny called today. Our travel dated have been moved up two days. Now I am freaking out that we will be able to get everything ready before we need to leave. There is only one document left out and I will call to get is done ASAP. We overnighted our visa application today and we are still exploring airfare. So far we haven't found anything that works our perfectly.

Wonder Boy Can See

At his physical a few weeks ago, Wonder Boy did not pass his vision screening. When we told him he needed glasses he nearly cried. He was so worried that people would tease him. We took him to LensCrafters and with in two hours he could see again. He had no idea how poorly he was seeing until he put on the glasses. Now we can barely get him to take them off.

Friday, November 13, 2009

TRAVEL DATES

WE HAVE TRAVEL DATES!!!!!! YEE HAW!!!!!



Jeny called us this afternoon and said that we have travel dates from the region. In two weeks we are going to meet Little Bit! We don't even have all the paperwork together. (It should be all done by end of next week.) She said to just hand carry it to Russia.



Even more amazing was the fact that she said that they may try to get everything finalized before the end of the year. I personally think that is kind of a longshot, but I'll take it!



The timing isn't great because my lovely sister is due with twins any day. We planned for my parents to watch to kids, but understandably they want to be with her and the babies. We'll work out the kinks.

I had to go out for a little while and the boys were supposed to do their before dinner chores, when I got home I noticed Wonder Boy had a funny look on his face. We call it his "Wiley Look."
"Mom, the boys had a hard time concentrating on cleaning up. Boys, do you want to tell her why?"
"WE'RE GOING TO RUSSIA!"

This is the first time in my life that I remember crying tears of joy. We are going to meet our little boy!

Wednesday, November 11, 2009


Wednesday, November 4, 2009

A Brother


Yesterday I was changing Pookie's diaper. She was chattering as usual, and I was only half listening. Then I heard her say "I want 'Brad' " -- the adoption agency gave Little Bit the ID name Brad and that is what the kids have been calling him. We have told them that is not his name, and that we will give him a new name when we adopt him because his Russian name would not be popular in the US. We also told them we don't want to use him new name until we've at least have travel dates and are more certain he will be ours. Anyway--


"You want Brad?" I said.

"I do!"

"Do you even know who Brad is?" I asked

With total certainty she replied,"A brother."