Been thinking about two years ago in Russia. Sort of distracting (in a good way) all this reminiscing and I have so much to do. Maybe if I write about it I will be able to get stuff done. We had a very rough start to our week. Due to a paperwork snafu the judge would not grant us permission to adopt. She asked that we stay until the paperwork from another region was delivered to the court. Already we had been in country for six days and we only had necessities for that week. Everything was running low our money, clothes, toiletries and medications - well we had nothing left. Changing flights was a nightmare, the folks in charge kept setting the date for the 2nd court hearing back almost everyday. At times it seemed that it would not work out and that we might lose the baby we had fallen in love with. It was a true test of our resolve to stay there and put up with all the rigmarole for another eight days.
We decided we are in this, we can stay and everyone back home was super supportive. So we bought more of everything we could, including some vodka and orange juice for me. Watched the same four movies over and over again. Went sight-seeing, ate out and fixed sandwiches in our room. Skype'd with folks back home, read books and visited with Jacob (best part). In order to not smell too nasty I washed our clothes in the bathtub. It was rainy and damp and it took forever for things to hang dry. Rich needed socks and they where all wet so I placed a pair over a lamp-shade. As you can see they uhm got burned and melted. I was embarrassed but we needed the laugh to lighten the mood. He put on those warm and dry socks, turned down the holey top and we went sightseeing.
