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Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Goodbye 2008

Although there are many many many things I am thankful for in 2008 I am not sad it is coming to an end. For several things I am happy that 2008 existed. The first and oh so most important....... I met Noodle, or Little Miss, or our Kyrgyz Princess. To all those who have made that possible, to all those who have supported Brian and myself through the last almost seven months I am thankful and grateful. This road has been long, rocky, unpredictable and heartwrenching. But without the heartache and pain of the waiting period I would not have met all my wonderful Blog buddies and weekly email exchange with Kimberly. I would not have met Suzanne, Pamela, and Nicole.... Sergey, Anya and all the kids! Or had the opportunity to network with John, Betty and oh so many others. (please feel free to holler at me here if I have missed anyone as it is 7 am and I should be sleeping after my night shift)

But 2008 brought us much sadness. In June, my Grandmother died (My Mom's mom). She died just after I met Miss Noodle. I oh so hoped that she would get to meet her. But I am sure she is helping to take care of her while we wait. Then in July my Grandfather ( my Dad's stepdad) died. This shook the family as when Harry (poppop Gordon) died so did the last of a generation. I hope that our generation can do our grandparent's generation proud.

So I say good bye 2008 and although you brought much joy I hope and pray that this was a transition year, and that everything we went through in 2008 leads us to much greatness in 2009. To all my friends (new and old) , my family, my virtual buddies, my blog partners and all those who are united in the wait for our children I send out my prayers, my thoughts and all the good cheer I can manage to summon " May all of 2008's struggles lead us all to joy and great things to come in 2009!" My heart, hugs, and love go out to All.

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Christmas Day

As a kid this was one of my favorite Christmas song. Fitting song for Christmas Day. Not much to add here as I am exhausted from our CHristmas day travels. I am thankful for all that I have and have received. And can not wait to share all I can with Miss Noodle. When I am not so tired I can share more about our Christmas Day. And for my Last day of Christmas songs. Away in a Manger.

AND THEN ... I am just finishing this post. And my Mom sends me the following story.


In 1994, two Americans answered an invitation from the Russian Department of Education to teach morals and ethics (based on biblical principles) in the public schools. They were invited to teach at prisons, businesses, the fire and police departments and a large orphanage. About 100 boys and girls who had been abandoned, abused, and left in the care of a government-run program were in the orphanage. They relate the following story in their own words: It was nearing the holiday season, 1994, time for our orphans to hear, for the first time, the traditional story of Christmas. We told them about Mary and Joseph arriving in Bethlehem. Finding no room in the inn, the couple went to a stable, where the baby Jesus was born and placed in a manger. Throughout the story, the children and orphanage staff sat in amazement as they listened. Some sat on the edges of their stools, trying to grasp every word. Completing the story, we gave the children three small pieces of cardboard to make a crude manger. Each child was given a small paper square, cut from yellow napkins I had brought with me. No colored paper was available in the city. Following instructions, the children tore the paper and carefully laid strips in the manger for straw. Small squares of flannel, cut from a worn-out nightgown an American lady was throwing away as she left Russia, were used for the baby's blanket. A doll-like baby was cut from tan felt we had brought from the United States. The orphans were busy assembling their manger as I walked among them to see if they needed any help. All went well until I got to one table where little Misha sat. He looked to be about 6 years old and had finished his project. As I looked at the little boy's manger, I was startled to see not one, but two babies in the manger. Quickly, I called for the translator to ask the lad why there were two babies in the manger. Crossing his arms in front of him and looking at this completed manger scene, the child began to repeat the story very seriously. For such a young boy, who had only heard the Christmas story once, he related the happenings accurately...until he came to the part where Mary put the baby Jesus in the manger. Then Misha started to ad-lib. He made up his own ending to the story as he said, "And when Maria laid the baby in the manger, Jesus looked at me and asked me if I had a place to stay. I told him I have no mamma and I have no papa, so I don't have any place to stay. Then Jesus told me I could stay with him. But I told him I couldn't, because I didn't have a gift to give him like everybody else did. But I wanted to stay with Jesus so much, so I thought about what I had that maybe I could use for a gift. I thought maybe if I kept him warm, that would be a good gift. So I asked Jesus, "If I keep you warm, will that be a good enough gift?" And Jesus told me, "If you keep me warm, that will be the best gift anybody ever gave me." "So I got into the manger, and then Jesus looked at me and he told me I could stay with him...for always." As little Misha finished his story, his eyes brimmed full of tears that splashed down his little cheeks. Putting his hand over his face, his head dropped to the table and his shoulders shook as he sobbed and sobbed. The little orphan had found someone who would never abandon nor abuse him, someone who would stay with him...FOR ALWAYS. I've learned that it's not what you have in your life, but who you have in your life that counts. -- Author Unknown

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Merry Christmas from Mom and Dad

a tissue warning goes out to my mom and Noodle's grammy before reading this post!

Oh our sweet little girl.

Your Daddy and I wish for you today peace in waiting. My heart and soul are with you as you begin this day. Know that some 7000 miles from you, you are being held close in our heart. Our arms are wrapped around you. We want nothing more then to be with you. We want you to be here at home with your family. However God has a higher plan right now and in his time he will bring you home to us. My heart is heavy for I was most certain you would spend this Christmas day with us as your first Christmas in our family. But even from across the globe know you are already a part of a family who loves you. Your smile, your laughter has already touched many people and they wait, sometimes patiently, sometimes not so patiently, for your homecoming. You are so greatly loved and are oh so special to us. When I started our search for our daughter I asked God to lead me in the right direction. I started on one course and He most certainly had to lead the way. We chose to adopt a child, we chose to look for you, however we did not choose you little one, you were chosen for us. One day you will be old enough and I hope is that you will be as amazed as I am to hear the story of how you were brought into our lives. Tonight you are not alone. I know that you are in good hands. God and your great grandparents as well as your caregivers are always with you keeping you safe until the day when we can bring you home.

Love with all our hearts,
Mommy and Daddy

and P.S. we have told the dogs to expect a man cub soon!!!

Here in the United States it is Christmas Eve. In Kyrgyzstan Christmas day has begun. On this Christmas Eve my thoughts, my heart and my sould are in a land far far away. I have through my soon to be little girl met so many people. My Christmas prayer of peace and comfort tonight goes out around the world; In Canada to John, Julie and their children; In Kyrgyzstan to Sergey, Anya, Vladik, Artur, Acel, Talant, Melody, Davinna, Aygola and her children, to the children in Tokmok, Ivonofka, Red River, and Bishkek. May your continued presence help the people of Kyrgyzstan. Here in the United States I pray also for peace and understanding in waiting. There is a reason for our wait, as hard as this may be each of us is being prepared to bring our children home. I am so thankful for the journey I am on. I have met (some in person, some through constant email contacts) many people who I would not have if my road to our noodle would have been smooth and uneventful. And on this night through my tears of heartache and yearning I still do know that I am on this journey for a reason. Though my tears may run in the next 24 hours I am not ungreatful for my family, my friends old and new and for all that I have. To everyone I shout....


Tuesday, December 23, 2008

December 23rd video

Ooops I missed a day. This song is kind of a compromise as Brian asked me to do the scene where the kids from Charlie Brown are dancing on stage at the end of the Snoopy Christmas. The snoopy dance though I think needs to be saved for when we get our good news that paperwork has been signed!

In a bit I will put up a video for Christmas Eve.... have not decided what yet???

Peace to all the world and Goodwill to man!!!

Monday, December 22, 2008

A Bit of Christmas humor

My posts are usually so serious. I thought for day three of my songs to enjoy for Christmas I would add a little bit of spice and comedy. I first heard this song last year. This year I have actually heard it on the radio. The group first sang this song as an Indiana University acapella group. They are now reunited and have recorded songs professionally. I was a bit bummed I could not find the original YouTube recording from last year.


Sunday, December 21, 2008

Peace on Earth

I want to just quick start today by saying I got a phone call last night from Nicole. My Bishkek traveling partner. I was so glad to hear from her. How odd and wonderful how things work sometimes. Before December 3, I had a few emails back and forth about planning our trip. Now after 5 days together we feel like we have known each other for years. Our translater in Bishkek could not believe that we had never met before. We had never even picked up a phone and talked to each other before. But we carried on like two old friends. Anyway Nicole and I could have chatted away for hours last evening. It was so good to talk to her again and laugh about things we did on our trip, and share concern about our worries over our children. won't it be cool when we have our kids home and we can make a weekly phone call about our children's progress here in the US amongst other great, exciting, wonderful, new things!!!!!

Anyway, My Christmas song of the day ties in with Friends, new and old. What a wonderful thing to be able to say We have touched the lives of people all over the world. I sat in Moscow on the floor outside of the Irish Pub for 8 hours a few weeks ago. Next to me sat a gentleman from India (yes beard,turban and all) He spoke very little English, but again we were able to communicate. I helped him set his computer to the internet for him. He told me he was from Canada, but returning home to India for a few weeks. On the plane from Moscow to New York I sat across from a gentleman and his elderly Babushka. This really was a Babushka direct from every photo one could have seen. He took wonderful care of her. A smile and a gesture and we shared many moments of shared world peace while flying that day. During our meal he asked me in broken English/Russian/Turkish if I would like some bread. Sure.... He pulled out a very traditional middle eastern bread and broke bread with me during our meal.
If only these few encounters could just spill over to our politicians and world leaders. From Bishkek, to Moscow, to Turkey, to India, to Canada and to the United States, from Pennsylvania to California I say Peace on Earth...... Can it Be.....

Peace on Earth
Can it be
Is from now
Perhaps we'll see
See the day of glory
See the day when men of goodwill
live in peace
live in peace again

Peace on Earth
Can it Be.....

Every Child must be made aware
Every child must be made to care
Care enough for his fellow man
To give all the love that he can

I pray my wish
will come true
for my child
and your child too
he'll see the day of glory
see the day when men of goodwill
live in peace
live in peace again

Peace on Earth
Can it Be
Can it Be

David Bowie/Bing Cosby

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Bless Us All

When I came home a few weeks ago I knew this would be one of my pre- Christmas posts. Sometimes I do not feel much like the spirit of Christmas this year. In my house this year there will not be a Christmas tree, or lights or garland. No wreath on my door or stockings on the mantel. All the commercialized signs of Christmas are really devoid and don't mean much to me this year. What you will find at my house this year will be my Nativity scenes which will come out tonight. Today I clean my house in great anticipation of bringing them all out. I have always loved the real sign of Christmas. As a girl I played with the Nativity scene at my Grammom and Poppop's house every weekend and every day I visited. That Nativity scene now belongs to me. It was given to me several years ago before my grandmother, who died in June of this year just after my first visit with Noodle, moved out of her home and into my parent's house. She knew that that manger would one day belong to me. Now that manger and all the figures never leaves my kitchen. I never pack it away. It is out all year long. The rest are once a year symbols of the true meaning of Christmas.

But I digress..... The verses of this song came to me one night just after I came back from Bishkek, so I knew I would have to include this in a post. The song reminds me so much of my last few weeks and all I have and all I have learned since June.

Anyway the song is from my all time favorite Christmas Movie. Some people like Its a Wonderful Life, some A Christmas Story, but me my favorite Christmas movie since 1992 I have not missed watching it at least 5-6 times per Christmas season....... A Muppet's Christmas Carole

This song.. Sung by Tiny Tim and the Cratchet family in the movie just seems appropriate this year. First everyone take some time to read the words..... Or just sit back and watch the clip.

Life is full of sweet suprises every day's a gift

The sun comes up and I can feel it lift my spirit.

Fills me up with laughter , fills me up with song.

I look into the eyes of love and know that I belong.

Bless Us all

Who Gather here

The loving family I hold dear.

No place on earth compares with home

And every path will lead me back from where I roam

Bless us all

that as we live

We always comfort and forgive.

We have so much, that we can share

with those in need we see around us everywhere.

Let us always love each other.

Lead us to the light

Let us hear the voice of reason

Singing in the night

Let us run from anger

And catch us when we fall

Teach us in our dreams and please

yes please

Bless us one and all

Bless us all with playful years

with noisy games and joyful tears

We reach for you

and we stand tall

And in our prayers and dreams

We ask you Bless us all

We reach for you

and we stand tall

and in our prayers and dreams we ask you bless us ALL!!

I think tomorrow I will add another clip from the same movie. If I can from now until Christmas Day I will add a song of the day which just mean so much to me.

All ways to try to keep myself living by my Motto... Patience is trusting in God's timing..

God Bless Us one and all

Monday, December 15, 2008

Beshbarmak- Traditional Kyrgyzstan at its best--ORLOFKA

Unfortunately our time with the kids ended all too soon. I hope I have the opportunity to cross paths with them again on my third trip to Kyrgyzstan. After one million hugs and a few thousand photos (100 thousand hugs for each child), we were back out in the night. We wisked off to pick up Vera and Pastor John. (John please correct me if I get any names wrong) We were introduced and off we went to drop them off at their house/church. We were invited for a speedy tour of the church. A very humble place with al the basic necessities; a playground outfront (unfortunately by this time the night had come so outdoor photos were not really possible), a meeting room, kitchen, and a bedroom.
Sergey showed us that the stove in Vera's kitchen does not work and the typical method for cooking is over an electric hot plate. We also met Simone the resident church kitten. How is that for a lucky cat?? Vera is very proud and rightly so of her church and residence. We snapped a few photos expressed our gratitude for allowing us to have a quick tour and zipped off to our final destination. BESHBARMAK (five fingers) with Aygula, her children, Acel, Talant, Melody, Davinna, and Malika her mom and her brother. (ok so I can't remember everyone's names and I have to apologize.) Aygula's oldest son met us at the gate, introduced himself and immediately was talking about (Boy). A little overwhelmed I was trying to figure out who everyone was as we were being introduced to everyone at once. I finally have everyone straight (I think) Aygula welcomed us into her home with open arms. Everyone met us with magnifecent hugs and smiles from ear to ear. Acel and Talant introduced us to their daughters Melody and Davinna ( who I might add are 6 and 4 and are FLUENT in the English language) We were escorted by the children into the living room area and our first glimpse of our traditional Kyrgyz meal. Now I must again insert here I am a country girl, so I was not even sure what to expect. But imagine our suprise when we were met with this!!!

Anya showed us the difference between how a lady is to sit and a man.........

Can I tell you that in Kindergarten we learned to sit with our legs crossed... And have been sitting that way for years.... So sitting in the appropriate ladylike seat was not an easy task!!!

The main meal is served!!!!!

And Anya is first to dig in!!!!!

I have so many photos I can't pick which ones to add.... Maybe in a future post I will just insert a slideshow and my blog readers can sit back and relax and watch as few or as many photos as each would like to see.

Back to my story....... So dinner is served..... Beshbarmak.... a traditional Kyrgyz meal usually served without utensils. Thus it has been called "five fingers" as one is supposed to eat with their fingers. Another tradition we were told is that by the end of the evening the food is supposed to all be consumed. HMMMM I am thinking we better have a very long evening. The So back to Beshbarmak, this dish is a noodle dish, with (lamb?/beef) that is slow cooked all day long. Not sure what all goes in it but believe me when I say it was delicious. The bread "borsok" is a traditional Kyrgyz bread and the national bread of Kyrgyzstan. And again I may add VERY tasty.

Before we ate we all joined hands while Talant prayed over our gathering and our meal. I believe Nicole has this on video and I look forward to seeing it. Talant spoke three times over the course of the evening. In a future post I want to try and relay his Kyrgyz folklore/ tale. He told us we were truly Kyrgyz as we arrived to dinner late, and proceeded to tell the tale of how Kyrgyzstan came to be where it is.... But again that is a later post.

Anya and Sergey then informed us that they were going to give the families Christmas gifts from John!!! And asked that again we video and take photos! Of course!!! Aygula and the kids and Malika's family both received a suprise gift. We captured their Christmas greetings on film and digital images. They send their love, their gratitude, and Aygula's oldest girl (again names here are not my strong point) says she misses John, Julie, and the kids, Imnuga, Imnuga, Imnuga, Imnuga much!

Then Nicole and I both shared our journeys and how we came to be sitting in this room half a world away from our home. How our journeys may have begun with an adoption. How we had our minds set on a wonerful beginning to a family. How our hopes of a flawless adoption have been changed into that of an endless wait to bring our kids home. But we add that without the wait and without the delays in the process that is keeping our kids in their home country, we would not have been led together to be having the meal far from home in a house full of the wonderful people. That this adoption has brought to us a greater group of people and support then we could ever have imagined. Our wait is not an accident. It has been God's intention all along to show us the people, the beauty and the heart that is Kyrgyzstan. That Patience is Trusting in God's Timing!!!

Talant then prayed again over our gathering. This time we did not video ( but dang I wish we would have) Talant announced suddenly after our stories that he now wanted to pray for our kids!!!! This prayer Blessed our journey here, our journey back to Bishkek, and our journey's home.... But most importantly he prayed that God bless our kids while they are waiting. That the wait be short and our hearts be at peace while we wait for the right time.

And let me end this post with some silly photos of our new friends.... Paka dear friends and thank you for a day, a night and a lifetime of memories I will be able to relay to my daughter as she gets older!!!

And of course I could not end the night without visiting with the original reason for this meeting...... Big Mean Dog (BOY)

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Just before Orlofka lies a large ray of Sunshine and Hope

Just over one week ago I met the most amazing group of people. People who I had never spoke to, seen or met before. But less then 12 hours after meeting them I cried like I was leaving a best friend behind. In many of our conversations, blogs, yahoo groups, etc. We have all had a common bond and a faith in our own way. I know where my belief has always been. I was raised Christian believe in God and pray to God, angels, my guardian angels for my whole life. The last six months I can honestly say I have done more praying than I ever have before. I started out by asking that my daughter to be is brought home safe and soon. But the evidence of God's timing has surrounded me in full force since June and especially during this last trip to Kyrgyzstan. In 12 hours of time with Sergey and Anya I was shown a side of humanity that Idon't think too many people get the chance to see. People who have given their lives to help other people. Helping children who can not care for themselves. But are being given the skills that are necessary to help themselves and in return to pass the help along.

Yes that is a monkey on Vladik's head! We gave him the monkey almost as soon as we met him. Instant friends! Hey Vladik WHASSSS UP????!!!!!!!! One com please!!

What am I rambling about you say??? Last week after a few emails and a one phone call we were prepared for the unknown of what our day would hold. The only thing that was certain was that we were invited to Dinner. That later in the eveing we were being hosted to a traditional Kyrgyz meal, in a traditional Kygyz house. Along the way we may or may not get the opportunity to see first hand just a handful of the projects that Act of Kindness, Simple Dreams/ IAM1RU, and Possibility International has been helping with.

First stop..... Lunch, Burgers and fries almost McDonald's style. Unfortunately Nicole and I had already eaten so we were not even remotely hungry. But it would have been interesting to taste the difference between our and Kygyz burgers and fries. Lunch gave us a chance to sort of get to know each other. First connection was through Sergey and Anya's oldest son. What a cutie. WASSSUPPP is the same in English and Russian. What better way to get acquainted then through the eyes of a child, singing and dancing in the back seat of a car a language barrier disappeared on the trip between Bishkek and Tokmok. We did not need anyone to translate through the eyes of the children. But our eyes were wide open to take in everything. An unplaned stop was next. Originally just to take a few photos. But then doors were opened and we were able to meet a few children who just made our hearts bleed. Oh what I would do to be able to help them. In another world these children would have a chance at some sort of a normal life, however here their lives will know only the kindness of the people who care for them. I pray for them that those who care for them may have access to all they need to provide for them. I feel right now I need to keep that story at that for now.

Onward to stop three. A small piece of heaven on earth. Children, hearts of gold. These kids touched our hearts like I don't think we have ever been touched before. We met some of the children from John's posts. As soon as they heard we were visiting as friend's of John's the smiles lit up the room. These kids truly love John, Julie, his family and all the team. Special greetings were sent to John as we video taped their messages. We were then given an insight into each child's special talent. The artist, the best at sports, the best in school, etc. One of the littlest recited a poem for us. They showed us their rooms, and then we were treated to an impromptu breakdance session. I started to capture the scene with my camera. But the kids had better plans. They did not want me to watch through the lens. Each child took turns snapping pictures. Now those that know me know I don't usually give up my camera, but it just seemed they needed the camera more then I did, and it gave me the opportunity to interact with the kids. Again I have to say even though most of the kids spoke Russian, it did not matter. We all were connected in a universal language of caring. Tears filled my eyes with each hug I received and gave that evening. They are all extremely special to say the least. One little guy touched me so powerfully with his wide eyes, and beautiful grin. They all just deserve the best. I can only hope and pray that they continue to be blessed. For these kids I pray they can overcome.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

The journey to Orlofka part 1

BIG MEAN DOG--- Dog spelled backwards is GOD

********DISCLAIMER **********

The following posts can not be written in any other way but in length and great detail prepare to sit back and read the story of how we ended up in Orlofka!!!!

Part of me has wanted to sit and write this post for days. The other part of me is scared to write this post. I am fearful that I will not serve all those involved well with my words. But I will do my best.

In May of this year I did not know Kyrgyzstan existed, I could not find it on a map and I certainly could not spell it. But immediately upon accepting the referral of our Little Noodle I started my research on this small country. That research lead me to John's blog over at Act of Kindness. I was amzed and in awe of the magnitude of his efforts. And when I emailed him one day I received a response almost immediately. Now at the time John was still in Kyrgyzstan and I believe it was probably the wee hours of the morning when he wrote back. Ok so I have been hooked on John's site ever since!! I have followed along with many of the stories of the people he and his team have touched. One story struck my attention a family who wants to farm. Goats and animals are purchased as well as shelter built. Then several months pass and yet another tragedy falls on this family. Someone comes on their property and kills their goats. The answer to their property security.... A BIG MEAN DOG.... Well anyone who knows me knows there is a soft spot in my heart for DOG. So I offer my assistance to find BIG MEAN DOG!!! Less then two weeks later BIG MEAN DOG is in his new home and the chickens moved to the trees. Oh how I laughed when I read that. I felt good, that the goal had been accomplished. Now never in a million years did I expect that BIG MEAN DOG would be a vessel to lead me on an incredible journey.....

A few weeks after Big Mean Dog ( hereafter known by his new name BOY) came to live with Aygula and the children I emailed John to tell him I was going to be traveling to Bishkek for a second trip. My question to him was does he have any resources to help me plan a Bishkek Birthday Bash. The response email sent me literally running up the stairs to share with Brian what was a true suprise. Yes, we could help shop for the party if needed, but more importantly would you be interested in having dinner with Aygula and her family? Totally unexpected but a total joyful suprise to think that on this trip I would get the chance to meet a few of the people from John's team and the families they help. Again here I must add I was still unprepared for what this really was going to mean. Email addresses and phone numbers were exchanged and I asked if Nicole would be able to join me for our day with Sergey and Anya and then on to dinner at Aygula's. Again an response of definitely yes she is most welcomed to come along. I am excited to gain first hand experience and knowledge about Kyrgyz people and traditions. I want to make sure that The Noodle knows the heritage and traditions of her country. This journey certainly gave me many stories I can tell her as she grows older. Some I will put in other posts as I wait for the Noodle to come home.

A quick bit of background - This last few months has found me praying harder then ever. I pray that the Noodle is kept safe, I pray that the government of Kyrgyzstan can resolve whatever issues they have and fins it in their hearts to allow us to bring our kids home, I pray for all the kids who will grow up in the orphanages and internats in Kyrgyzstan and all over the world. I pray that God will grant the perfect time to bring the Noodle home, And for safe journey's for all of us who have become world travelers in this journey to find our children. I started out this journey as a means to bring a child into our family. But along the way this journey has become much more than I ever could have asked for or expected. Old friends have become closer, New friends have been made. I have rekindled a faith in God and his timing. Trusting in God's timing has been my motto since June. Losing two grandparents within two weeks and the stalling of adoptions being processed have tested that to the utmost degree but I still trust that God has his timing and reasons for the delay. One of these reasons has got to be to enjoy this journey. Meet the people I have been able to meet.

I diverse....... Monday afternoon... I am running late, but finally get out the door for my supposed 3 hour trip to NYC's JFK airport. Just outside NYC and the Lincoln Tunnel the traffic slams to a halt. The clock starts ticking... It is 5:45 ok so plenty of time right.. wrong.. I am stuck.. I start pleading.. Please God, let me catch this plane, Grammom, Poppop Mommom help me get through this traffic and get on this plane. The minutes tick.. 6:45. My plane is due to leave at 8:20 I should be tucked in at the gate already, instead I am panicked in a sea of sweat. I call the place I am supposed to park my car at. I ask for help. What am I going to do. Chris (angel number 1)directs me to the airport and says I will meet you right outside the Aeroflot terminal and I will take your car for you. OK so on a huge leap of faith I throw this man my car keys sign at the bottom of the paper and sprint into the ticket counter. My first encounter... Sorry you are too late. the tocket counter is closed.. NOOOO I start talking fast, ending with I must get on this plane I am going to see my little girl who I am adopting in Kyrgyzstan. Well... the lady behind the counter smiled and waved me to the next desk where my boarding pass was printed. Then she met me out front helped me with my bags and proceeded to tell me that she is from Uzbekistan and she dreams that one day she will adopt a child from Kyrgyzstan or Uzbekistan. Ok so angel number 2 encountered!!! My flight was uneventful. My stay in Moscow long, but finally I was on the ground in Bishkek. My Visa filled out ahead of time I was wisked through the visa counter and even brought through the front of the line at passport control. Both my luggage (all 100 pounds) made it safely to Bishkek. My driver picked me out of the crowd within moments of walking out of the terminal and off we went to Philemon House. Where I was met by a very sleepy Nicole at 6am. Nicole and I have never met!! But immediately we felt like old friends. A few hours later we are at the orphanage waiting for our kids. When Noodle comes out she is bursting at the seems. Just chatting and beaming that I have arrived. I know this little girl remembered me!!! And on her hat... A butterfly.... Call me crazy... but I just lost it. Butterflies have been a big part of this journey and cause for a full other post. But For me this was such a tangible example that God, and my grandparents are listening to my prayers and watching over this little girl.

On the Second day of my visit in Kyrgyzstan Nicole and I settle in for a wonderful breakfast and a conversation about our beliefs and what has brought us to where we are. We discuss our upcoming meeting with Sergey and Anya and I tell her how the invitation to dinner has evolved. Nicole was in disbelief as I told her the story. She had meant to contact John prior to departure for her own reasons and simply ran out of time. That though is her story to tell. But just an example of being put in the right place when we are supposed to be there.

Monday, December 8, 2008

Scenes from Kyrgyzstan

So they say a picture speaks a thousand words! This post is all about the photos.. From the Bazaar of Bishkek to the Mountains;Without further ado let me introduce you to the beauty that is The NOODLE's homeland!!!! Enjoy.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Strastudtz from Moscow Airport

Well thanks to my Bishkek tag team blog partner Suzanne and a very last minute email I am connected to the internet for my wait at the airport in Moscow. My eyes are smoky... and the floor is horribly uncomfortable what an awful place to sit and wait. But hey I am connected and that is the good part. I am currently starting long process to upload photos to my kodak gallery account so I can get prints asap when I get home!!! Maybe even by Tuesday morning... LOL!!! I have a few posts I want to make but they all have their own title...... Including the long awaited Orlofka post. Hoping to get that composed while I am here. It was just a long and very emotional day. Dang this post is the hardest post i have ever tried to write. I now know full well how John feels when he says he has so much to tell but just can't find the words to tell the story. The story will come I just want to make sure the story is written perfectly.

Paka Little Miss Paka Lublyu

Well the day has come.... time to say good bye, Paka in Kyrgyz. My blog buddy Suzanne warned me a few weeks ago that it would be harder the second time leaving. And oh how right she is. I became just mesmerized by this little girl this week. She has been a joy to spend time with. It is so amazing to see what a difference a few days makes. At the beginning of the week her face was pale and she tired very easily. By the end of the week it seemed she had some color to her cheeks and she spent almost every play time without getting tired. Our last visit she started to show signs of falling asleep. I did not want to leave her when she was asleep. So we left before. Yesterday she was so happy when she fell asleep and then woke up and I was still there. I just could not bear to let her fall asleep and then not come back again.

Anyway enough of the tears. Wow did we play today. We took walks around the room in a pair of actual baby shoes (size 3) We did not meet the goal of walking on her own, however I think a few more days and we would have seen at least a step or two. Little Miss loves dolls!!! I took Miss Molly with me today again and Miss Noodle (her new nickname!) just could not get enough of her. Yesterday she started laughing when I would count to three in russian and then let her fall backwards a little and catch her. Today she discovered what fun a ticklish belly is. All out laugh from the bottom of her toes. Can't wait to show that one off. We played outside for a little before going back to the music room. She had a blast and I got some REALLY good photos!!!

Then it was time to leave and I didnot waste time handing her over for a long good bye.. I just could not do that either. Hoping that rumors stop being rumors and start being the truth!!!

OK now that I have a few hours I am going upstairs to attempt to compose my Orlovka Post!!! Think Bish Mall Mat, and all the food you could care to eat !!! I have made some new friends on this trip. I just hope I get to see them again soon.

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Bishkek Baby Bash

Well we planned and planned and took a trip across the pond so I could be here today with the little miss. The planning paid off. Yesterday we had gone shopping for Yogurt, apples, and apple juice. Today after a long morning with the kids we had our Bishkek Bash!! The cakes were purchased today from a small bakery close to the BBH. And creme puffs that were simply divine. We started out with cake with the Little Miss's group. I was trying to have Nicole and our translater get a photo of the Little Miss with the cake when SPLAT went the hand right into the center of the cake. I guess I am not doing too good at being one up on a two year old. After she realized what she did the look on her face was priceless. Like " what on earth did I get myself into??" She stared at her hand and was just not sure what she should do. So I put her hand to her mouth. Not sure she liked the icing but she liked playing with it. Her group and her really enjoyed the yogurt and applesauce. After her cake we delivered apples, and creme puffs to the older kids. Then we were back off to the music room for a nice long visit. This was Nicole's last day so they did not pressure us to leave.

We did have a bit of a rough start. Took us a little while before we got the kids in the morning. But once we did we really were able to keep them for a long time. Little Miss fell asleep for me. Slept for about an hour, then woke up happy as a clam that I was still there.

I am seeing alot of change in just a few days time. After a few days we no longer walk around the room we sprint.... Still holding hands but getting more confident to be speedy. She does not get as tired as fast during our last few visits. The best improvement is she is not throwng herself backwards quite as much. So I am pretty sure that will go away when she gets home. For those who know all the attachment issues; Little Miss will go about doing her own exploration of the musice room, however she comes and check in on me every so often. Tries to climb on my lap, but I don't give her the chance to do it herself. I pick her up and just have a party for her coming over to me. I am not sure what was up with my camera today, the photos just are not how they usually look.

Well I am falling asleep.... I know I did not write about our trip to Orlovka.... I will get to it.