tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58095115931464673682024-03-06T00:11:45.656-05:00Roman and Natalia Coming HomeWe hosted two orphans from Ukraine last summer and are now adopting them. Follow us on our journey of becoming a new family. (The beginning of our story starts in the bottom post on the right side of the page.) Due to Ukranian laws about orphans, please do not post any of this on Facebook or internet.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809511593146467368.post-13890326497565480472013-01-28T11:35:00.002-05:002013-01-28T11:35:40.501-05:00<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Rocky </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>It has been a almost year since we returned from Ukraine. There have been a lot of joyful moments for us and for the kids. Roman is happy at school, has lots of friends, and loves sports. He is playing on the school soccer team and is learning baseball. Natalia is happy, does well in school and has made new friends. She loves to ride her bike, dance, and is now in girls softball. I would say from all accounts, the kids are adjusting well.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i> As Don said, it has been a year of adjustments for all of us. In the orphanage, the kids did not have as many options as they have here. They think they should be able to eat candy, drink soda, and watch TV whenever they want. They fight us on the little things and that can be frustrating at times, but basically, they are very good children. The hard part as parents is to stay firm and keep them unspoiled. Christmas was crazy fun for them getting all those presents. It's a lot easier to give in and say yes, but that is not what's best for them to grow up and be happy, healthy, successful adults. Would we do it again?...see Don's blog below....</i></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809511593146467368.post-17671617701775207782013-01-28T10:50:00.000-05:002013-01-28T11:21:31.171-05:00<span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">Don</span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">It has been one year since the kids have come to our home. If you are thinking of adopting, there are rewards for sure, but <span style="font-size: large;">there</span> is also the frustration <span style="font-size: large;">of</span> trying to reshape the hearts and minds of children<span style="font-size: large;"> </span>brought up in an environment that we will never really comprehend. Rocky and I struggle with little <span style="font-size: large;">battles<span style="font-size: large;"></span> much of the day when they are not in school. <span style="font-size: large;">We have to be careful not to let it all turn into one big battle<span style="font-size: large;">.</span></span></span></span></i></span><br />
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It’s been over a month since Roman and Natalia have arrived in America. Don and I have had a major change in our lives. It seems non-stop. Each moment of the day is filled for me… spending time with the kids, or with doing things that I have to do. We sit together at the table (most days) to study English or review math problems. Our laundry loads seem to have tripled, grocery shopping is now occurring every few days (they are eating us out of house and home), and the taxi schedule is very busy….soccer, church, ice-skating, doctor’s visits, etc. We have no clothes from last season, so we went and shopped <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>‘til we dropped today. What a joy to shop with my new daughter. I love how we look at things together and find nice things for her to wear. Natalia has a great fashion sense and it is fun finding things for her that she likes.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i><br />
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Natalia loves to play with Milla across the street, and with our neighbor, Alina.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She is a kind friend and is thoughtful with the other children. She is always willing to share the things she has with others. There are 3 boys in the neighborhood around Roman’s age, so he has friends to play sports with. He is naturally good at any sport that he tries. <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">They are such a joy to be around…..so <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>happy just to have the little things…a shower with shampoo they like, .fresh eggs in the morning, cheese, bananas, grapes… all things they did not have access to at the orphanage.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Most of all, the hugs don’t stop coming. It is great. They seem to be so happy to know that they are secure. They now have a mother and father who love and care for them (we have lots of years of hugs to make up for.)<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div><br />
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</div><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I feel so bad that I have not been able to answer all the emails from friends asking how things are going. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am trying to put all of the work that has piled up on my desk for the last few months out of my mind. What could be more important that making sure these kids get off to the right start in their new home? I’m trying to establish some routines (neatness) and good habits. The best time to do that is the first month they are home. I keep telling myself that I will catch up in the office later. I hope that is the case. </span></span></i><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dywOXrwChs5rI3abidBxUB-Lv6PmW5PQ6Zz-3yRrZRedOJZEv2QBIf0ezQ-Qpo3CxvoZ2fohWRz2_O8WCEphQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">This week we had homeschool every day. We also went to the doctor's for immunizations, visited the Y and the kids swam in the indoor pool, visited Aunt Judy and Uncle Don's house for a Valentine's party, had dinner with John and Kait, Roman played soccer with a boy's team and loved it, Natalia played with Mila across the street. They also saw their friend, Philipe, and played soccer outdoors. The kids had a great time this week and so did I.</span></span></i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809511593146467368.post-52176995966839076622012-02-14T16:49:00.000-05:002012-02-14T16:49:11.592-05:00They are Home<span style="font-size: large;">Don...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It is finally over, or maybe just beginning. The kids arrived with Rocky on Thursday night and they now live in America. I have to include a great photo of the welcoming committee.</span><br />
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</tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;">He's not really in any kind of home. That was a joke. How many people would go to the lengths that he and his wife did? Not many. There was another couple that joined in later. They had planned on decorating the house but we beat them home.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Welcome Home from Brad and Debbie</span></td></tr>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></o:p></span></i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">All of our paperwork was done yesterday and I am headed home early today. We had to wake up this morning at 3 am to catch our flight. Our driver, Jania, is unemployed and now works nights trying to earn some extra money for his family. As he wisked us out of the city of Kyiv, in the dark wee hours of the morning, we were pulled over by the police. Jania said that this is a common practice here at this time of night. Anyone who is driving around at 3 in the morning, is likely to be up to no good. I felt bad for the police who were standing around in sub zero temperatures performing this patrol.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My wife and our new children arrive tomorrow night in Pittsburgh. I am sitting here in my hotel room in Calgary (yes I have a job), and pondering all that has happened to this point. Honestly, if you would have told me even eight months ago that my wife and I would be adopting two kids from Ukraine, my response would be "I don't think so".</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am almost 55 years old. I have eight grand-kids. I can pretty much do what I want, go where I want, be what I want and not have to look over my shoulder. Why in the world would I get myself into something like this?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It came to Rocky and I as an idea. Then we became curious. Then we looked into it. Then we became educated about the plight of these children. Then we inquired about hosting. Then we hosted. Then we fell in love with two perfect little strangers. Now we are parents all over again. We couldn't be happier.</span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">We met our translator, Alla, for the last time today and she gave us some paperwork that we needed. The children wrote her a thank you note. Natalia thanked her for all of her work to help them have a family. Roman said that because of her hard work, they now have a family. “Without Alla”, he wrote, “they wouldn’t have any parents”. It was very touching and brought tears to our eyes. We hope that she can come and visit with us in the U.S. sometime. We gave her some money for all of her extra hard work. She said that she is saving up to buy a dishwasher someday.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div><br />
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">When I was litte, the movie Dr. Zhivago came out. The story was set in Russia and I heard everyone say how beautiful the scenery and music was. When I heard that my parents were going to the movie, I asked them if I could go, too. I got a big fat "No".( I didn't know that there was some adult content...oh, well, I never did see that movie, but now I feel like I'm starring in it) <o:p></o:p></span></i><br />
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">The scenery over Ukraine was breathtaking..there was no snow in Germany, but as soon as we hit the Ukraine border, it was barren and snow covered, just like you would picture in a Russian movie set in the wintertime. All these people are walking around with long furry coats and furry hats and boots..nothing like you would see here in the states. I felt like I was starring in the Dr. Zhivago Movie. It is just how you would picture it this time of year...bleak, snow covered, barren and cold. No one talks to you, they just look unhappy and keep walking.<o:p></o:p></span></i><br />
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">I almost had a heart attack today because Alla was arguing with the girl at the birth certificate office in Zaporazhe. It seemed that someone had made a mistake in the old court order and forgot to mention that the father's rights had been terminated for Natalia. The girl at the court office told us to submit a request for new paperwork and come back in three days..no guarantee it could get straightened out by then either!! I’m so thankful for Alla…Alla worked her magic today to get what we needed…. we ran around town getting documentation and got the OFFICIAL REVISED BIRTH CERTIFICATES WHICH NOW SAY WE ARE THE PARENTS OF ROMAN AND NATALIA!! We have two new children and we have two new members of our family. I can't really believe this is happening and I feel like I'm in a movie. But it really sunk in when I saw them and they gave me big hugs today. I'm sorry Don missed it, but he will get that same great feeling when we all see each other at the airport next week.<o:p></o:p></span></i><br />
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">I braced myself for this upcoming trip because I heard it was 0 degrees here! Yikes! That is COLD! No wonder they wear these fur hats! You freeze your "dupa" off (as they call it here. Hey, I didn't know that was a real word in a foreign language, did you?). Well, I left home at noon on Sunday and arrived at 6pm here today...today is TUESDAY! .I flew to DC, Frankfurt, Kiev and then took 10 hour train trip to Zaporazhe, waited on paperwork at the birth certificate office, then drove all over town getting even more paperwork…. then I had a 2 hour car ride to Chernigivka with huge, deep potholes every square inch of the way (I thought the car wheels were going to fall off). Whew! I can't sleep on a plane, so I am exhausted. I think I slept 7 hours in the last two days. I started getting a little shaky, so I am going to be short and go to sleep now, a happy lady. I hope I wasn't too tired and that this all makes sense.<o:p></o:p></span></i><br />
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Just a quick update. Rocky departs Sunday to bring Roman and Natalia home. Can't wait. They should be here by the 11th of February. I am planning a welcoming committee at the airport and then off to a restaurant for the celebration. It could be as many as 20 people coming to greet them. Dinner is on me.<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Bodoni MT","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Well, as you all know, we have gone through a lot to make it to this day….today made it all worthwhile. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Bodoni MT","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">After a very extensive procedure (150 pages of documents and the judge read every one of them - AND they were also translated verbally to us) we were proclaimed as the parents of Roman and Natalia. The children now have a family…they now have parents who will love and care for them. It was a very touching moment for everyone there. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A total of 8 people were overseeing the proceedings. They were all very nice to us…the judge, court reporter (no court reporting here, she just used a recording device on the computer), prosecutor, the attorney for the orphanage, assessors, etc. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Bodoni MT","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">So now we have to wait the obligatory 10 business day waiting period. We are flying to Munich tomorrow and home on Wednesday. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I will be coming back at the end of January to bring the kids home. We are so thankful to God for bringing these children into our lives, and to all the people who worked so hard for us to make this happen…New Horizons for Children (for the orphan hosting program), Tonya Boggs (our facilitator in US), Nastya (our facilitator in Ukraine) and Alla who was here working with us these last few weeks. What a great group of people to have on our side. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Bodoni MT","serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Bodoni MT","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">We have been truly touched during our visit here in Ukraine. The children here at the orphanage are all so precious, and the people we have met in Ukraine have been so good to us.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Bodoni MT","serif"; font-size: 14pt;">I wish I could take them all back with me to the US and let them enjoy the life we have. Ukraine is making progress since obtaining its independence, but it has a long way to go. It is not an easy place to live…when the judge asked the children if they wanted to be adopted, Roman said, “Yes, yes, what we had in America was 100 times better than anything we have here in Ukraine.” I was a little embarrassed, because everyone knew it was true. We really have it made in the US and we don’t even know it…. I will try to remember this every day, and be thankful for what we have…and I will try to raise these children to appreciate that fact. I feel so blessed that it makes me want to cry…really… I am getting tears in my eyes just typing this. We are all so blessed and we tend to focus on the unimportant, trivial things in life. I have to try and change that…. I once heard that if you think of what you HAVE in life, instead of what you DON’T HAVE, your life will change….I truly believe that. I’m going to sleep tonight feeling so blessed.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809511593146467368.post-51939032795519215202012-01-16T17:24:00.001-05:002012-01-17T18:07:19.574-05:00Some details on the Big Day.<span style="font-size: large;">Don...</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Steps to the Judge's office</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Minutes following the decision</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">All smiles</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Welcome Roman James and Natalia Marie</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Moments later outside the courthouse</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">A Coke at the restaurant </span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">This is a rare treat for these once orphaned kids. Their new mom told them not to get used to it because they would be drinking healthy things in their new home. I know this woman. I am certain that she meant it.</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I will miss the girls at the restaurant. They always have a smile</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">They told me that if they had known I was going to take their picture they would have put on some make-up. I said that they didn't have to worry, I was just going to use it on the internet...t</span><span style="font-size: large;">hey don't speak English</span>.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Alla with the kids</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">This is Alla, our facilitator with Roman and Natalia . She possesses just about the best work ethic I have ever seen. She worked tirelessly for this adoption and we have become good friends. We are grateful that God sent her to us.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">We said goodby to the kids tonight. Roman asked if we could stay a few more days. We told him that we could not. It is remarkable how he keeps his emotions inside. He does this much better than I do. When you have been through what they have experienced at such an early age, I guess you would have to develop some kind of emotional defense. I did not have the heart to tell him that I could not return with Rocky to pick them up in February. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">I can't wait!!! </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809511593146467368.post-69487730269857711762012-01-16T09:13:00.003-05:002012-01-16T14:15:08.269-05:00Welcome to the family<span style="font-size: large;">Don...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This photo was taken moments after the decision by the judge. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Moments following the decision</span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr>
</tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;">As of 1:30 pm Ukraine time, there is an addition to the family. Welcome to Roman James and Natalia Marie. Rocky and I will follow-up with the details later today. This is just a quick post for those of you who are following the blog.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809511593146467368.post-19420635767662179402012-01-15T17:31:00.009-05:002012-01-16T01:27:17.372-05:00Seems like I've been here before.<span style="font-size: large;">Don...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We made it. We are back in our little bungalow in Ukraine.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We arrived at 11pm Ukraine time. That would be 5pm back home and 28 hours since we left the driveway. The trip was uneventful, up until we got to Munich, but after that, we have a few more memories. The plane from Munich to Donetsk was delayed due to some type of failure on the aircraft. They scrapped that plane and found another. We left one and a half hours late from Munich. However, we were glad to be on the plane. Now the real fun begins. As the plane was approaching the runway to land, it pulled up and kept right on going past the runway. Everyone looked at each other wondering. The pilot comes on the loud speaker and proceeds to explain that that a warning light came on that indicated possible break failure. Not to be worried he said. The runway was extra long. I guess that's why the little truck with the flashing lights pulled out in front of the plane just before we landed. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So we made it. We proceeded to the car for a four hour drive on the worse roads that I've been on since deer hunting in the Adirondacks. The driver and I made a joke that a tank or a helicopter would be more appropriate for the trip. He thought a tank the better choice because it would use less gas. The best part of the ride was that even though the driver lived in the small town this orphanage is located in, the road system is so bad, he didn't know how to get here. We made at least four u-turns, stopped and asked for directions, and just as many times, he was often told to just "go that way".</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Speaking of the driver. I was hoping to see the same one that we had last time we were here. However, our facilitator thought since we would be driving on roads that were really out in the middle of nowhere, that a six foot six, ex-military guy who was also a retired cop with a "get out of jail free" card would be a better choice.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Anyway, we made it. The kids should be knocking on our door fairly early, so I will be signing off. We go before the judge at noon and then we hope to have a big party in the room shortly thereafter. Since I slept all the way from Washington Dulles to Munich, and Rocky slept in the car, sleeping tonight will not be easy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Rocky and I will post the results of the court proceedings with photos tomorrow afternoon. Should be around 8am EST back home.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809511593146467368.post-69020322589959870492012-01-13T03:05:00.002-05:002012-01-13T11:26:09.076-05:00Really getting Excited!<span style="font-size: large;">Don...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We are just a couple days from traveling back to Ukraine. When we left there just two weeks ago, I was dreading the return trip. Now, I can't wait. We are about to see the kids again and things are falling back into perspective for us. I am so looking forward to seeing them. This time, it is likely to happen. A court date, and a judge telling us that they will soon be part of our new family.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have heard so many people, people at work, and others we share the story with, say that we are somehow special people for adopting Roman and Natalia. It's funny in a way, because we don't feel special. We both feel like the kids are the special ones. Rocky and I are only becoming part of something that was always supposed to be. We are made to feel like heroes by so many people that hear the story. There is a part of me that loves to hear that, but there is also a part of me that is sick of hearing it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The material things that I so valued have become much less important in my life. After seeing the plight of children at the orphanage, I feel ashamed for being so self centered. I tend to look at spending money very differently. Rocky and I could easily spend a couple hundred dollars a month on just going out to eat at restaurants. Now I see that money as the ability to host a child or two. The ability to bring hope to an otherwise hopeless life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have asked God tonight, to help me never be as I was, before this all started.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809511593146467368.post-87371902307857456462012-01-05T22:07:00.004-05:002012-01-08T23:54:48.277-05:00Just got the Word!<span style="font-size: large;">Don...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We just got the word today that the necessary paperwork has been approved. We wasted no time in making our flight for the eagerly awaited court date.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I can't help but wonder what will be going through Roman and Natalia's mind when they find out that we are returning so soon. We will be there next week. My wife and I had a long disscussion about the trip, knowing what we know now, we have decided to return the states immediatley following</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> the court date. There is no way either of us could stay there again for another three weeks. I would love to stay to be on that</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Our plans are to have Rocky return after the ten day mandatory period in which the kids have to remain in Ukraine following the proceedings. She will have to return and complete more paperwork before the Roman and Natalia can come to A</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">merica for good. I will sadly stay in the states, work of course, and prepare the welcoming committee.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">More news as things get closer. We are both very excited.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809511593146467368.post-19360781426043591952012-01-02T18:39:00.000-05:002012-01-02T18:39:59.319-05:00You Only Have 6 Weeks Left to Live<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Rocky<o:p></o:p></span></span></i><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">We all get into our routines. We get into our comfort zones and don’t want to leave them. It is too comfortable there…we are used to it and change is uncomfortable. However, if you look back on some of the best times of your life, what was happening to you? More than likely, something new or different was taking place in your life. It may have been the day you learned to ride a bicycle, fell in love, your wedding day, or the day your child was born. It may have been during a trip to a place you had never visited before, or to a seaside destination that gave you renewal and peace of mind. All of these experiences take you out of your box. They all give you a new and fresh outlook on life and make you feel whole again.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If you are like most of us and are stuck in your box… going through the same routine every day, day after day… focused on our own little world, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I highly recommend you do something new to break out of it and start enjoying your life...before it is over…the bigger the change the better. What have you always dreamed of doing? What would you love to do? <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m not just talking about taking a vacation. I’m talking about making a big difference in your life…breaking out of your box. Do something. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It will give you clarity. <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Traveling half way around the world and living in an orphanage with 132 children in a former communist country has changed my life. It has given me a new clarity about what is important and what is meaningful. It diminishes many of the things that I considered important in the past and makes them seem very trivial. It gives me an appreciation for the little things in life …the little simple things. We think we are poor if we don’t have 124 cable channels or the newest electronic gadget that our friends have…we are clueless that we are rich…so rich, that half the world can only dream of the things that we take for granted and enjoy every day. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mother Teresa said that the poorest people she ever met were the ones who had no one to love and care for them. Do you have someone who loves you and cares about you?....consider yourself rich</span>.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809511593146467368.post-73510342067173048892012-01-01T08:22:00.003-05:002012-01-01T08:25:16.584-05:00Going Back Home<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">December 30, 2011<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Well, lucky us…we are in the process of adopting in Ukraine just as they are making all these changes to the process…After two agonizing days, we did not receive the final document from Kyiv that the Minister had to sign, so we could not have our hearing. I guess he had so many more important things to do than make two orphans happy during the Christmas Season.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Don and I decided to come home and not return until this final required document is signed by the Minister of Sports and a court date is definite.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">On a more positive note, I will kiss my front door when I get home. I love the comforts we have and won’t take them for granted anymore. I will have a new perspective as I wash clothes in the washing machine and brush my teeth with tap water.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I miss the kids already, but am telling myself that I will see them again soon.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809511593146467368.post-8679533259530613302011-12-29T11:25:00.002-05:002012-01-01T08:19:53.946-05:00It's not happening this tripDon...<br />
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My wife and I have tried very hard to keep our cool here. The ministry in Kyiv did not sign our papers yesterday or today. The judge here in this small town was waiting until 6:00 pm, hoping to get confirmation that the papers were approved, so that she could conduct the procedures to award Roman and Natalia to us. It's not going to happen this trip.<br />
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The kids sat in our room most of the day just waiting, and waiting. It was hard on all of us. I'm sure Rocky will have more to say when she adds to this blog. I really have nothing else to say right now. I just want to get out of this place, go home, and readjust my attitude.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809511593146467368.post-61104480661501541372011-12-28T10:16:00.003-05:002011-12-28T10:17:19.591-05:00A New Level of Frustration<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><em>Rocky...</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">If you are a guy reading this, you will recognize this picture.</span><br />
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</tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;">You guessed it. This is how I watched one of my top two-favorite football teams win the game last night. The problem? It was 4am in the morning. I was actually excited to watch the little lines move up and down the field. The play-by-play came by way of SMS messages from other people watching the game. That guy from Atlanta was not being very kind to my favorite quarterback. He was saying things about him that could never be said on TV.</span><br />
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</tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;">So Brees breaks the record set by Dan Marino and I celebrate to a glass of apple juice and a few prunes....just like home!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">On a more serious note; we are anxiously awaiting news on the SDA paperwork for the court date that is set for this Thursday. If it doesn't come, we will be leaving here on Friday with both of us having to come back to this place again. Please pray for us, and others here, that all of our paperwork is done in time for the court dates. We are not the only ones waiting. There are other couples in the region at other orphanages in the exact same predicament.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">That's all for now. The kids came to the room last night with many of their friends. They ate us out of house and home. We are off to the market for the last round of salami, cheese, and stale bread.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Oh!... and few more of those delicious prunes... </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809511593146467368.post-29330773278269762142011-12-26T15:57:00.003-05:002011-12-26T16:04:11.824-05:00Hey, that's my boy!<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Rocky...</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>We have a little romance that has blossomed here in the last few days between my soon-to-be-son and a girl in his class. We're not too happy about it because, in the past, there have been children who have decided not to be adopted because of ties to a boyfriend or girlfriend.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>What does a parent do in this case? I've learned over the years (from my father) that when you try to tear two people apart, it just makes them cling harder....so that won't work. I'm not even his parent yet, and technically we have no rights over him. We tried to keep Roman really busy today, but this girl came around at 5 and said that "his teacher wants him.",,, "mmmm". I just want to say, "leave him alone, you</i> <i>little</i> <i>hussy. He's only 14 years old", but I keep my cool..she is a nice girl and is only a child herself....It will be interesting to see how this plays out. Mama's not happy, but I'm trying to be cool.</i></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809511593146467368.post-83094629096166556122011-12-25T14:24:00.006-05:002011-12-26T03:24:34.756-05:00Go ahead! Make my Day!Don....<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We had some more snow today. It made for lots of fun. Too much snow would not be good here. There are no snow plows nor do they salt the roads. But then again, what do I care, its not like I'm going to drive anywhere. My future daughter invited me outside to play. The snow started flying around my head almost immediately. Notice the snowball in flight. Natalia found her target. ME!</span><br />
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</tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;">Roman and Natalia came to our apartment today. We gave them some small gifts. Roman got another new soccer ball because the other one I bought was already leaking air. That ball was either very cheap, or the soccer here is pretty intense and the ball gave out. Natalia was given a Disney puzzle and also a necklace that Rocky bought for her in Pittsburgh.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We went to the market again yesterday. That was the first day that it snowed so we figured that since all the stores are outside, that nothing would be open. Wrong! There were a few diehards that were very excited to see us coming. I just had to take their picture. People love having there picture taken here.</span><br />
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</tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;">So the big news is that we should get information tomorrow afternoon regarding the paperwork for the adoption. Hopefully, things will be ready and in order to keep our court date alive. If not, we will be coming home waiting for another date to be confirmed. Please pray that all goes well the next couple days.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I was telling Rocky yesterday that I have been boxed in for so long within these four walls that I am really starting to get depressed. When the kids come by I know they can tell that we are tired of being in this place. Roman keeps cheering me up by giving the thumbs up on the court date. Which reminds me, the director told them yesterday that court would be on the 29th. We were afraid to tell them ourselves just in case it doesn't happen. We are being very conservative in our approach to the situation out of respect for the director of the orphanage/boarding school. I am including a photo of Roman trying to make us laugh.</span><br />
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</tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;">We had some fun today Skyping a few people. I called my Mom and Dad. Roman and Natalia were very cute. They both spoke pretty good English when they asked my parents how they were doing. They called them Grandma and Grandpa. My mom and dad got a real kick out of that I think.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>We were feeling kinda' sorry for ourselves today because we could not be with our families for Christmas. Tonight the Director of the school (Alex) and his wife, Tanya, came to visit us for Christmas Eve. Now, you know everyday feels pretty much the same here (Groundhog Day), so this was a big deal for us to have visitors. We spent the day shopping for food and cleaning the apartment. We even put up out Charlie Brown Christmas tree that we bought at the hardware store.</i></span><br />
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</tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Alex and Tanya don't celebrate Christmas here until January 7th, but I think they knew we were away from our families and they wanted us to have someone to share it with. Alex is the same age as I am, and Tanya is one year younger. When I was speaking with them, I couldn't help but think how their lives have changed over the years. Alex spoke about "Soviet Russia" and said "it was not good". "Back then", he said, "he would not have been allowed to travel anywhere out of the country, and Don and I would never have been allowed in his country". It would have been impossible for us to ever become acquainted. We shared a lot in common... Like Don, Alex makes wine, likes guns and motorcycles. Tanya has a very warm personality and is a nice person. Alex and Tanya are super nice people. We really enjoyed their company. It was a very special Christmas Eve to remember.</i></span><br />
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