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Thursday, September 11, 2008

Home again, home again...

Jiggidy Jig!

We have made it back home.
The babies did so so well. Tess slept 10 of the 12 hour flight in the bassinet. Jujube slept much of the time too, but only in our arms. Better than not sleeping at all. bulk head seating and we each had an empty seat next to us. This was very very good.
Both were asleep by 1:15am the evening we arrived home. So we were so happy with 5 hours of sleep under our belts till we got up at 6:00am to send off the other kiddos off to school.
So so so glad to be home.

Your well wishes mean so so so much and always bring me to tears. Thank you so so very much. I am humbled.

More later, when we've recovered from the jet lag.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

We're coming home!


09 September, 2008 9:30pm ish

We’re coming home tomorrow, Wednesday. Just a day earlier than planned but Todd the miracle worker travel agent was able to get us out a day early and get us 2 bassinettes on Eva. Yea Todd!

We’re busy packing so I’ll keep this short.
Today we visited the Museum of Ethnology. Again recommended to anyone who comes to Hanoi for a visit. It is a museum that explains about the different ethic tribes that are here in Viet Nam and their heritages and how they live.

Lots of power shopping too. We visited “tin street,” “silk street,” “wood carving street,” “luggage street,” and I’m sure there are some others I am forgetting. We had to buy an extra suitcase for the goodies we are taking home.

Papa-The dolphin has a new home and will bring luck to its new family. More to the story later.



M2-I’ll leave a care pkg for you at the front desk under your name. Make sure you ask for it, because I have no idea if it’ll actually be there when you check in. Pass along what you can’t use.



Boo-HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I can’t wait till I get home and give you BIG birthday hugs and kisses!

Monday, September 8, 2008

Visas in hand!

07 September, 2008 9:00pm ish

For those of you who have been there, done that, this conversation will come as no surprise. But for the rest of you, this is the conversation we have at least a dozen times a day. Walking down the street, eating at t restaurant, waiting for an appointment, shopping…
Any random Vietnamese person ---Viet Nam baby?
Us---yes
ARVP---Lucky baby!
No, I think, lucky mama, lucky family.

Unfortunately, I walked off today without my camera. Oh, I am so sorry I can’t share with you the visions of the market place complete with live eels and crabs and fish… row upon row of shopping streets including “shoe street,” “underwear street,” “junk food street,” “cigarette street,” ”baby street,” “clothing street,” “ toy street,” all of which we navigated and so so many more. And the wonderful beautiful Hoi Keim Lake.

A young man asked me if I wanted to buy a baby today, motioning to a young woman holding an 8-10 month old baby. I think he must have thought I was a collector seeing as how we already had 2 Vietnamese babies. There’s so so much more I could comment about this, but what could I say that isn’t less attention than this deserves.

We also had our U.S. Visa interview this afternoon and finally recieved Jujube and Tess's U.S. visas. This is the one thing that we were waiting for so so very long, permission from the U.S. govt to bring Jujube and Tess home. In the end, this process took 3 months longer than it should have in my opinion, and now that I’ve had a chance to see what 3 extra months will do to a baby in an orphanage while we wait for the U.S. gov’t to navigate through its beaurocracy, it would be fair to say that I’m absolutely livid. I am ashamed of this part of my government and will accept no excuse as adequate compensation for my children languishing these extra months in an institution. I’ll save my anger for later and for now focus on the celebration of these two perfect children that are forever ours.

Tess comes to life a little more to life each day. Today we heard her first giggles, and she is now able to sit all on her own. When we first got her, she would bare no weight on her legs at all. Now she will “stand” on our laps or the couch while we support her. Maybe small accomplishments, but for her this is huge. For us this is huge. To see how far this sweet baby girl has come in just 8 short days is again God’s blessings.


Adoption buddies-bargaining-I think a lot of this probably depends on your experience in other countries and if you’ve had to do it before. So after I read all the warnings from previous travelers, I was a little nervous. But we’ve had some experience with street beggars and market “negotiations” in other countries and we’ve all commented that we’re a bit surprised that the vendors haven’t been more pushy or aggressive. If you’ve traveled in Mexico at all and dealt with the scene down there, then you might have some idea what to expect. They can definitely smell blood, and if you show even one iota of interest, then you’re doomed. The moment you start to negotiate, several other sales people will come heading your way all looking for the all mighty dollar. Be comfortable feeling surrounded or just walk off and do NOT show your money too soon. The $2 bill again has been great tool. A baseball hat today started at $8. Honestly, I really wasn’t sure if I wanted to buy it, and as I walked along saying no, eventually the cost went down to $2 when I finally stopped to negotiate. Tim whipped out a $2 and a $1 and the salesman’s eyes got big. I told him I wanted 2 hats for $3, and he didn’t blink as he admired the $2 note.


Later we took the babies to the pool. Both have been scared to death by baths and the pool didn’t start off much better. Both started to cry at the touch of the water. But curiosity got the better of Jude and he just had to splash the water. Then Tess started as I’ve told you she’s obsessed with textures and even water was a new sensation for her. Ultimately we could have stayed there for hours. Jujube was shivering he was so cold but the moment we tried to take him out, he just cried to go back in and continue splashing. Can’t wait to take them in the pool at home.

So now we get ready to come home. Still not exactly sure when yet, as we're working on the details still. But we are all clear to come home after only 8 days in Viet Nam. On one hand, I think I could easily stay in the wonderful country for another couple months and soak it all up and learn all that I could so that I can teach Jujube and Tess all I can about their homeland. But on the other hand, I'm far more homesick for my other children than I ever imagined I'd be and want nothing more than to return home. Papa and I have already committed to coming back. It is an easy country to travel in and a delight to all the senses. We will be back.

Stacey- The quilt store was worth finding and we picked up some goodies. Thank you so much for getting the address for me.
M2-You ready, mama, to come get your baby? Kenny was off today after he picked up our visas to get ready for your arrival. I think he was going to get some papers for you. I’m so excited for you!
Granna and Storm- I LOVE the pic of Papa and Jujube. My baby & your baby together. I think Papa gets this whole thing maybe a little more than anyone else. I love this man so much. Thank you for being wonderful parents that have nutured his spirit until he is the wonderful man he is today.

Sunday, September 7, 2008

The Hilton and more Han Oi








07 September, 2008, 5:45pm ish

The Hanoi Hilton- Now let me see if I got all this straight... The Hoa Lo Prison was built at the end of the 19th centurary by the French and used as a prison camp for Vietnamese who didn't agree with the French party line. They treated the Vietnamese prisoners very badly, executing many, detaining them under horrific conditions with little water and food. Prisoners were not allowed to pray, or share their own opinions, and were endured "savage treatment" at the hands of the French. They received little to no medical care and were tortured. However, the Vietnamese, having been recipients of these inhumane conditions, felt compelled to use the facility differently when prisoners of war, Americans, were later detained here during the "American War." (i.e. Vietnam War for you Caucasians) During this time of detainment, the American POWs were given wonderful medical care, received care packages from their families and the Red Cross, played basketball in brand new Converse All Star high tops, volleyball, and had a recreational hall where they could all get together and talk and support one another. They even celebrated Xmas with a decorated Xmas tree and church services! As a matter of fact, the place was so lovely that the soldiers nicknamed it the Hanoi Hilton, kinda like being on vacation and going to a hotel! This was a very very generous and benevolent thing for the "democratic socialist" Vietnamese gov't to do since it was these very American soldiers that were trying to carpet bomb innocent Vietnamese women and children. I saw all of it pictures at the Hanoi Hilton, and it's all in print so it must be true!

The Temple of Litterature was beautiful and such a serene place in the middle of this bustling loud chaotic city with koi ponds and pagodas and gardens. It is a tourist attraction for many people including school field trips and families on vacation from all over Asia. It was a “university” built in the 11th century. I wish we had more time to spend there, but both babies were pretty sweaty, hot and getting cranky.

The Vietnamese mamas in this city are more forth right with their opinions of my mothering skills. So far, I don't put on the baby's hat on fast enough when we leave the taxi, and Little Man is burning up with fever because he's cutting teeth. Surely there's more to come, and I just smile and try to look like an inept white-girl who knows little to nothing 'bout parenting children and so appreciates the unsolicited advice.

Melissa- yes, I thought it was funny too! Now if they only would have given us the baby manual too!

Stacey- Thx for the suggestion on switching rooms. Papa's looking into it right now. Where's the quilt store? Do you have an address???

Sunny-Glad you skipped the meeting. No bother at all.

Saturday, September 6, 2008

Han Oi

06 Saturday, 2008, 8:00am ish

It took us a little while to get settled in the new hotel so sorry for no post yesterday.

The plane ride, about 2 hours from Saigon to Han Oi, was pretty uneventful. Babies were happy mostly of the time with cheerios and 1-on-1 face time.

The traffic here doesn’t seem nearly as crazy bad as in Sai Gon. But still plenty busy and crazy.

In tribute to Sen. McCain (and by the way, Tim was able to watch live both Sen. McCain and Gov. Palin’s speeches from the Rep convention) we will visit the Hanoi Hilton this morning. If you look out our hotel window, and look directly down, it is literally the very first building. The hotel is directly adjacent to it, and we look into the courtyard. Not sure I really want to get so close to such atrocities, but I really feel we should for some reason. So Sen. McCain, whose office tried to help us VERY late in the ball game to get the babies’ visas, this one’s for you.
The pictures---Here is a picture just for Patch and Julia---Livy and the longin fruit (aka eyeball fruit) Tastes like honey dew! And a view out the window of our hotel, the Somerset, of the Han Oi skyline among others. We may be able to fly home as early as Wed or Thursday, so we’re going to try to get in some “power exploring” today and tomorrow.

Both babies still sleep from 8-9 at night till 7-8am. We are so so lucky! Every once in a while, one of them may wake up just to see if we’re “still there.” The may fuss and whimper, but a little back rubbing in the middle of the night to let them know we’re still here and they doze back off. We are so lucky that they sleep. Probably another remnant of an institutionalized baby who knows how to get themselves to sleep.

On that note… both babies have also toppled or bumped themselves quite hard on a couple occasions. Not a single whimper or grimace when they get hurt.

Little Man will play ball/catch with you all day long! You toss something to him and he “throws” it back. For as long as you are willing to play! We went to dinner last night and one of the waitresses took him (common restaurant service here) to carry him around while we ate. He was ok as long as we were in eye sight, but after a couple of minutes he decided only his papa would do and got fussy and reached for Papa! That did our hearts well. And Sunburn’s personality is still developing. She is so so sweet and gentle. She loves to “feel” things and anything with texture is a hit, wallpaper, fabric, buttons, zippers… She is having a harder time transitioning that he is, but with time and lots of TLC all will be just fine.

For the adoption buddies-The Somerset is wonderful. The rooms are quite small, but to have the extra separate bedrooms is so awesome. The carpet is a little yucky, and the room a still a bit mildewy/stale/smoky but nothing we couldn’t live with. Having the kitchenette is dreamy. The “Citimart” downstairs is more like a glorified circle K rather than a shopping mall, but still has everything you may need, including goldfish for about $2.50 which I quickly snatched up for Little Man. The washer/dryer is also very small and slow but we keep a load in it always going, and we’re able to keep up with laundry easily. The breakfast at the 4th floor restaurant is good ol' American comfort food. Something I wish I had but didn't bring: a large very light weight blanket to put on the carpet here. The carpet here is just a little too grimy for my comfort. I think I'll pull a sheet off the extra bed.
Aunt Sugar-I don't have any of my photo editing software so it's all shoot to print. Not my forte. And getting used to a new camera to boot. Long story re the camera. But yes, I'm trying to document as much as possible with a baby attached to my hip. Not easy, but a pure joy.

Friday, September 5, 2008

Jade Pagoda and Still No Names



Friday, 05 Sept, 2008, 9:15 pm ish





We visited the Jade Pagoda today. We had no idea what we were in for and read somewhere that it was a good place to see. How big, how touristy, how religious, how popular? No idea. Honestly, it might end up being one of our favorite sights! The taxi driver didn’t know where he was going either, so we thought that a good sign and wouldn’t be covered with tourists. What a wonderful little place it was. Several Vietnamese burning incense and honoring the dead, (I think that’s what was going on anyway.) We were unsure where we could walk/look whilst still being respectful, and must have looked like pretty awkward big white people. One of the men that worked there brought us in and started to show us around. By the end we had this wonderful tour of the place complete with commentary of the many alters and significance of statues of Buddhas…. but all in Vietnamese, so we nodded a lot and took pictures of things they were seemly very proud of. Both Papa and I said how we wished we knew more about what we were seeing and could understand more. Many of the areas were covered in soot from the constantly burning incense. Our guide showed us how to “fan” good luck onto the babies with a fan from one of the alters. So each of the babies has a little good luck bestowed upon them from the Jade Pagoda. Then something about rubbing certain statues then the head of the baby for a good future. Small, and real, and smoky, and friendly, and worth every moment. It’s off the beaten path, and I recommend it highly. Give the first person who helps you a dollar, and they will be your guide for as long as you’re there. Just keep nodding like you understand.
Also a little note about the people here. We were about to cross the street to our hotel and faced a group of about 4 cyclo drivers looking for a job and a dollar. OK, I think, gotta get through this gauntlet. No, not today, we smile and say. In return they are not pushy but do say, OK, tomorrow. Then we stand at the street’s edge, hotel only 20 yards away, across the busy street, trying to gauge when to start crossing. One of the cyclo drivers comes over and offers me his hand. Come with me, he says, hold my hand and I’ll take you across. You scared and you close your eyes with me. He moves to my side with busy traffic, and we head across. He smiles the whole way. We come to the next street with traffic now coming the opposite direction. He moves to my other side offering me his other hand so he is closest to the on coming traffic. 20 yards with a smile and his hand, and this lovely Vietnamese man trying to gain our business tomorrow by being helpful today rather than rude or pushy. We run across this attitude everywhere. It is typical of these lovely people. The hotel door man rushes out to hold the baby as we get in or out of the taxi. The waiter at a restaurant offers suggestions because we obviously can’t read the menu. A man at the pagoda today gives us all apples. Another waitor helps Papa with his packages as we sit at a table.

Tomorrow we fly up to Hanoi. I will dearly miss this city. I hear folks say that Hanoi is their favorite of the two. I can’t imagine it so. This city is lovely and my children’s home and birth place. Primarily we’ve stayed in district 1. Again, I highly recommend this area. Everything you need is at your fingertips.

Sorry still no names for the babies. I know that this is getting pathetic. We think we have one of the names figured out but the other is still eluding us. Actually seeing these children and getting to know them makes it all the more difficult. Maybe tomorrow.

Little Man is turning into quite a ham. He mimics Papa all the time. He is taking a few steps and cruising along the furniture with great speed. He really doesn’t nap much and is quick with a smile. He sweats like there is no tomorrow and really doesn’t drink too much of his bottle either. Rather he loves solid foods and eats bananas and papaya and bread and cheerios. Seems the orphanage wasn’t keen on him wearing his braces thinking it might be cruel to have him wear them. It’s obvious he hasn’t had them on in months when they should have been on 23 ½ hours per day. So any correction that was done on his feet, wasn’t maintained. We’ll see the pediatric orthopedic surgeon when we get home. Not worried about it in the least. In our country we have the ability to fix whatever he needs.

Sunburn is an olympic competitor in speed bottle drinking and can down 8 oz of formula is just a couple minutes. She still quite overwhelmed by all the changes in her life and gets fussy easily when there is too much going on. Her motor skills are already stronger than the first day I saw her, and when she smiles it lights up the room. Her eyes still amaze me and still seem to be able to see my soul, just like those first pictures I saw so many months ago.

Adoption buddies-
My favorites things again:
---Again the Ergo. It’s hot here, but I can’t bring myself to bundle the babies in long sleeves and hats and socks. In the Ergo, I can tuck in their feet and arms and cover their head with the built-in hood and avoid the evil eye given by many of the older Vietnamese women when they see an uncovered baby.
---my 12 year old daughter. Can’t imagine this trip without her. Papa's back is bothering him and the extra set of hand is wonderful. She’s a delight and a dare devil, so not much phases her. What a lucky mama I am. She LOVES to play with the babies, and that’s just what they need.
---sleeping pills for the plane ride here. No explanation needed.
---the phone # of a good adoption docs, like the docs at Univ. of Wash. They are WONDERFUL!!!
---a nice hotel. We’re still in the hub of it all and don’t have to worry about getting a good night’s sleep.
---$2 bills
---a good camera to record every moment, and it even has ok video too
---a bottle brush to clean the bottles
---our fast-dry clothing that we can wash and will be dry very quickly
---skirts-the most comfortable in this heat for me
Things I can do without that I unnecessarily packed and hauled half way across the world:
---baby bottles, liners, formula, diapers. All unnecessary and take up space in luggage. I think the diapers here, Huggies, although expensive, are just fine. Use the bottle that comes with the baby. It’s just fine.
----That book I was gonna read on the plane. See note on sleeping pills above.
---hats for the babies. The Ergo takes care of this when necessary.

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Reunification and the $2 Bill




Friday, 05 Sept, 2008, 9:00am ish












Today we visited the “Reunification Palace” formally known as the Independence Palace before the fall of Saigon in 1975. This is the infamous building shown in all the pictures during the fall of Saigon in ’75 where the North Vietnamese tanks ultimately crashed through the gates and soldiers rushed in the building, ran up to the roof and raised the North Vietnamese flag. (And while in VN we do as the natives do… so here is a picture of us proudly standing by that tank that first hit the gate in ’75) Now if I’ve got this straight for the tour that we had, those pesky French took over Viet Nam fro over 100 years and FINALLY that Vietnamese were able to rules their own country when they drove the French out. However, the nasty war-lording “Americans” quickly took the place of the French and would now allow the Vietnamese Socialist Democracy to help its people. The American prevented the country from uniting and was a dictatorship with a puppet government. Bad Americans! (Mind you this tour given in rough pigeon English was given to a group of Americans including American VN vets. All was quite respectful.) FINALLY in 1975, the North Vietnamese were successful in driving out those pesky Americans just like they did the French and were able to unite their people and finally provide for their people with their Socialist Democracy. They are a proud people as they should be. They’ve over come hundreds of years of domination and are strong and clever.
The Palace itself is a beautiful modern structure and still used for political meetings. But the majority of the place serves as a museum to the unification and stands as it did in 1975. Same maps, same phones, same desks and fans. Same bomb shelters and underground tunnels. It was amazing to see so little of it changed. Here also pictures of the Reunification Palace including the map room, the underground tunnels that stretch miles, the infamous out side gardens/gates and avenue that the tanks drove down and crashed the gates...
Remnants of the French that I LOVE… being called Madam where ever I go. It sound so eloquent and far better than the US version. Buttery croissants for breakfast every day. And wonderful French breach in lieu of white rice at meals. YUMMY to soak up the wonderful sauces and not waste even a drop.
I LOVE Pho for breakfast! Just a little side note.
We also visited Notre Dame Cathedral which I thought was surprisingly small and a little plain compared to what I was expecting. (All you that know Tim well… I documented Tim buying a rosary at the Cathedral. Got it on film as proof!) Also we had our first real encounters with pushy street beggars (which really wasn’t that bad, but then again we’ve had a lot of experience in the=is arena thanks to many many excursions south of the boarder) and crossing the street amid a flood of motorbikes and bicycles and cars and no stop lights and mass chaos. Gotta love the neon Virgin Mary!
Now let me tell you about the power of the American $2 bill! First off let me say that it was a very last minute decision to take the $2 bills. We weren’t sure if they’d be accepted or if the Vietnamese would know that they were real. Oh my! What a success!!! Don’t worry if they are a little tattered either unlike the worries for other US currency that needs to be pretty much perfect and new. If you are looking for a bargaining tool, please bring $2 bills! The Vietnamese highly covet the US $2 bill and the exchange rate on them is higher for them than that of other US currency. But more valuable than that is the power it has to bargain with. Tim paid for some CDs at Ben Than market yesterday with 2 $2 bills and a giggling excited crowd gathered to see them and the proud recipient showed them off to all that would see. And if you want to make someone’s day, just give a $2 bill as a tip or payment!
The babies are doing well and surprisingly are sleeping each night from 8-9pm to 6-7am each morning. No middle of the night feeding or anything which really helps us get the sleep we need to start the next day.
Today we hope to visit a pagoda or two, an art museum and/or maybe a history museum. We’re flexible with our schedule everyday and go with the flow and what the babies are up to and us too with the heat. Gotta get back to the hotel every once in while to cool off in the pool. (And by the way, those bathing suits that I was worried might be to small are also HUGE on the babies but work just fine.)
We miss you all so much. I didn’t expect to be this homesick, but I am. I want to stay in this country and see all it has to offer and talk to these wonderful people and soak it all up. But I so miss my children and my family. Love to you all from us.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Full Days

Thursday, 04 Sept, 2008
8:0amish
Just a quickie to let you all know we are doing well. Seems there just isn't enough time to get it all done AND blog. Guess I'd better get used to it!

Couldn't hook up to the internet yesterday. Not sure why as everyone else seemed to be doing just fine. Anyway, I'm here now.

Yesterday we had our G&R, the official ceremony with VN gov't officials where we the children are permanentanyly and legally ours! So it's now official... they're stuck with us! 11:00am and so so humid in that Dof J building that sweat rolled down my necklike water. The buidling was FULL of folks getting marriage licenses, and lots of other things. We were taken back to a little room and signed the infamous “red book” and several other papers, gave a gift to the official in charge, and posed in front of the green curtain I see so many others infront of as the adopt their children. That was it! All done! And 2 precious lives are now our responsibility forever more.

By the way, the director of the orphanage was there again, and we were worried that the little man would revert back to a screaming mess when he saw him. But not so even though the director showered Little Man with love and kisses and peek-a-boo. Little Man has grown quite fond of Papa, and although he will come to me easily, Papa is by far his favorite.
Papa also went off with the agency staff to apply for the babies’ passports which should be here by Friday, and he made our flight reservations for Saturday to fly to Hanoi.
The weather?? Honestly, I haven’t found it that bad. Ya, it’s hot and humid, and rains a little each day, but we don’t stay out in it that long. I was prepaered to sweat and so far nothing is beyond my expectations.

We got a change to walk around yesterday and explore a little. District 1 in HCMC is wonderful. Very pretty and easy to get around in and WONDERFUL shoppping. Grammy, I think of you each time we go shopping. So many wonderful deals and wonderful things. I want to bring it all home! You'd just love it here.

Names for these babies??? Seems you all think we have a plan to wait to reveal their names as a surprise, but this is not the case. We honestly can't decide! Her name was set pretty soon, but after seeing him and his percsonality, we eliminated our top choices and now are stuck as to what to call him. But we can't just keep calling him baby! We "try on" the other names, but nothing seems to stick. Maybe tomorrow, promise!


Yesterday's dinner was WONDEERFUL. 19 is just the address and the name of a little hole in the wall with mostly Vietnamese patrons. We has some whole fried fish thing with eyeballs and all. It was wonderful. And some chicken in a sauce. I just love to walk in and say wo the waiter, what whould I get? And them you never know what show up except that it is so so good.


And a word about the Vitnamese people. They are truley wonderful. So gentle and nice and always with a smile! We were prepared for a hard selling, pushy sales people. But I haven't found this to be true at all. Mostly, they just want to talk and know more about us. They love to share their country and and eager to strike up a conversation. Seems most EVERYONE speaks English, far far more than my travels in Mexico. I can't really understand it all the time, but communication is a non-issue. I will miss these kind and generous people.

I’m sure that I’m forgetting to tell you so many things. Sorry for the typos.
Just a quickie to let you all know we are doing well. Seems there just isn't enough time to get it all done AND blog. Guess I'd better get used to it!
Today we had our Giving & Receiving ceremony. Tis is the official ceremony and signing of the papers that officially make these 2 beautiful children ours! 11:00am and so so humid that sweat rolled down my neck. We signed the infamous “red book” and several other papers, gave a gift to the official in charge, and posed in front of the green curtain I see so many others in front of. That was it! All done! And 2 precious lives are now our responsibility forever more.
By the way, the director of the orphanage was there and showered Little Man with love although this time the baby didn’t cry. Little Man has grown quite fond of Papa and although he will come to me easily, Papa is by far his favorite.
Right now, Papa is off now, applying for the babies’ passports and making our flight reservations for Saturday to fly to Hanoi.
The weather?? Honestly, I haven’t found it that bad. Ya, it’s hot and humid,a nd rains a little each day, but we don’t stay out in it that long. I was prepared to sweat and so far nothing is beyond my expectations.
We got a change to walk around yesterday and explore a little. District 1 in HCMC is wonderful. Very pretty and easy to get around in and WONDERFUL shopping.
I’m sure that I’m forgetting to tell you so many things.

Monday, September 1, 2008

Pictures Finally!






Sunburn is the one with more hair and the big round eyes. Little man is the one smiling more with shorter hair.
They are both tiny peanuts. Even though I had current weights for the babies and brought a variety of sizes of clothing, I grossly over-estimated their size. They swim in most everthing I brought and mostly wear a 6 mo. size. w/a size 2 diaper.
Now that I see her in person, I really understand why the nannies nick named her Sunburn. Her skin is beautiful brown and she'll never need to tan.
The picture in the van is just after we left the orphanage and both babies fell asleep.
We're doing well and sticking around the hotel doing what we need to do for the babies. Livy is wonderful and loves to just sit and play with them.
More later.
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