I can't believe that we have been in this country for 2 weeks already! It seems to be going by pretty quickly, actually. I miss my girls like crazy, though, but they are doing extremely well!
My big G is still in Germany and she is staying with one of our friends for the school nights and then she rotates with other friends of ours on the weekends. We are very, very blessed to have such wonderful friends in Germany.
Our little G is spending her days and nights with her Mawmaw who is my awesome mother. She is also spending a lot of time with my brother and his wife and my sister and her daughter. I am simply amazed at how well she is doing and my mother keeps telling me over and over what a great job I have done in raising her so far. That makes me laugh because this is not how little G really is with me! She is a STINK-ER!
I miss them more than words can express. I can't wait to hold them in my arms again. I don't know how my hubs does it with having to go deployed or TDY, sometimes for a year at a time. He's amazing. So far, it's been 3 weeks away from my little G and 2 weeks away from my big G and I'm hoping that we can wrap everything up here pretty soon... but there's still no court date.
I am worried about him. Today is his last day in his groupa that he has lived with for the past 2 years. Why in the world would they change him now? I am praying that he will have gentle nannies who will be patient with him. I'm certain that we will start seeing some behavior that we have probably never seen before with him. I'm praying that he will see us as his safe haven and long for our visits even more.
I also think we have a very stubborn little boy on our hands. haha. I can say, "come here" in Russian and he won't budge. I'll need some pointers from all of you Been There Done That moms soon!
Also, I have heard that many of you are having problems leaving comments on our blog. I tried to respond to you, Susan, for leaving such a sweet and encouraging comment and it wouldn't let me reply! But thank you!!! Trust me, we need all of the encouragement we can get! Many of you leave comments on our facebook statuses and we really appreciate those too! If anyone knows what could be happening to the comment section, let me know! I know many of you are on my FB so just message me or email me at solomonadoption at hotmail dot com.
Please remember to say a prayer for our little boy tonight since he will be making a big move to a new groupa tomorrow morning!
Love you all! We have the most amazing support group ever!
Today, let's look at the things we take for granted.
Yes, it's like the commissary for those of ya'll who are reading in Germany. You sack up your own breads and pastries... this is not new to us, so I really didn't get a picture of it. The one I missed though was the fish market! They have literally 50' of counter that had fish & other sea life that had been preserved (maybe smoked or dried, I couldn't really tell). They sack this up for you though, so it's not that different than many stores back stateside, other than the fact that almost all of the fish was preserved in some fashion... except for the talapia that you could pick out live in the tank at the end of the counter like we have the ability to do with lobsters at some stores. I find that pretty humbling, while we are picking out what lobster we want, they are picking out what talapia they want. Fresh is fresh, don't get me wrong, there's just no comparing lobster & talapia... well, unless it's Ashley's Fiery Fish Tacos & Crunchy Corn Salsa! :)
So, now that you've seen it all, a little story about this bag your own stuff. A few days ago, we wanted something different for breakfast. At the Kravan, as I stated earlier, you pick what you want & bag it. Each item has a number. You go put your bag on the scale, type in the number, push the Enter key, and you get a sticker with the price. I'm thinking, I got this, it's not intimidating to me since I do this all the time with breads & veggies at our commissary. I find what looks to be a cinnamon bread ring, get the number, put it on the scale, type the number in, and where I think the Enter key should be is a bunch of Russian! Uh-oh. I push it anyway... bonk! It starts screaming at me. A middle-aged woman grabs the roll and smiles, throws it on the scale, types in the number, pushes the GREEN button (yeah... it was that obvious!), slaps the sticker on the ring & laughs. I walk away, I'm sure several shades redder than when I walked in!
See ya'll tomorrow!