tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47409692281860707602024-03-04T21:23:08.195-07:00The Arnold Family BlogLife with our new family.arnoldfamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00585206544359363391noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740969228186070760.post-85010893797381967982010-10-17T16:58:00.003-06:002010-10-17T19:51:03.873-06:00In Memorandum for My MotherToday would have been mine (Amy's) mother's birthday. She lost her life on May 5, 2010. We received a phone call at 2:15 am from my niece who lives with my mom. I saw the caller ID and jumped out of bed telling Doug "Something is wrong, it's from home!" I still think of California as my home. It was my niece that lives with my mom. She was crying and telling me that "Grandma is dying!" The Paramedics were there working on Mom but she passed away. It was the hardest moment of my life. I was there when she left this earth. A few days earlier, she had fallen, twice. <br />My nephew, Randy who also lives with my Mom, helped her up and not knowing that she had broken her right shoulder. She was hospitalized for a day and then allowed to come home. I received a phone call from one of my sisters telling me what happened to Mom and that she was now at home.<br />I immediately called Mom and spoke to her. Three times she asked me if I had fed the kids. I told her yes each time. She told me she was OK and I told her I would hang up so she could get her rest.<br />I called my eldest sister and asked her if Mom was really OK. She assured me that Mom was heavily medicated and that was the reason she was asking me the same questions over and over again.<br />I felt better after talking to my sister until I received the call that morning from my niece.<br />How could that be? Mom is suppose to be here forever. What do I do without her? Who do I turn to? I love her so much. Even during her last days on earth, she was still being a Mom. Mom was concerned about the welfare of her newest grandchildren. My sister told me that while in the hospital, Mom told her how proud she was of Doug and I for adopting Alex and Kristina. But they would never get to meet this most wonderful and precious woman.<br />Mom was always about her family. That was her life. <br />My Mom and Dad came from India when they were young and recently married. My Dad was in college in India and wanted to get his degree in the United States. My parents were sponsored by my Dad's Aunt and Uncle who were living in California. After my Dad received his degree in Agriculture, they made the US their home and purchased a ranch. My Dad was Westernized and my Mom soon followed. They became US citizens.<br />My Mom learned English and taught herself to drive a car. We were all so proud of her. She would attend our school functions dressed in a beautiful dresses and heels. My Great Aunt Mary (married to my Dad's Uncle) had my Mom's beautiful long hair cut and styled and bought her dresses and suits.<br />Mom kept her traditional Indian clothes to wear at home. <br />Mom was an exceptional cook. She learned to cook from her Grandmother. She was raised by her Grandparents in India. After my Mom was born, her Grandparent fell in love with her. Mom stayed with them often and learned many thing from her Grandmother. My Mom's cooking was one of her many talents. She could take ordinary food and make it taste like heaven. My Dad was especially proud of my Mom's cooking. There were so many times when Dad would bring people home for dinner. Mom always had more then enough food and was always gracious about unexpected guest for dinner. My Dad always took in people that didn't have a place to stay and Mom always fed them. My sister recalled a time when Dad brought home several college students that didn't have a place to stay. Mom took our mattress' off our beds and we helped her to make up a bed on the floor of our screened-in porch.<br />My sister told us that just before our Mom passed away that she was wearing our Dad's ring. She hadn't worn the ring for years since Dad passed away many years ago. We think he came to get her.<br />Mom was sent to meet her maker on Mother's Day. It was my first Mother's Day and it was the day we all had to say "Good Bye."<br />Today, I am having a more difficult time. I always would send her many gifts for her birthday. Every time I would see something I thought Mom would like, I would buy it and save it for her birthday. She would always tell me that I spent too much money on her and I would reply "I only have one Mother". She deserved it all and much much more. Mom loved all the holidays. The holidays were very big in my family and they will be a very sad time this year.<br />Each day is filled with so many memories and tears especially when I'm alone. <br />My sisters and I hope we can remember all the traditional things Mother has taught us.<br />Alex and Kristina do not understand because of the courage my parents had to come to America, has created a new life for them and opened a new chapter in the Rai and Arnold family history.arnoldfamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00585206544359363391noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740969228186070760.post-32950404067034064292010-10-03T19:11:00.005-06:002010-10-03T21:02:46.733-06:00Kristina Goes to Church Camp<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;">Friday, Kristina went to Camp <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Tuttle</span> for the weekend on a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Church</span> retreat for kids. Me, Doug and Alex found the weekend to be extremely <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">enjoyable</span> because the drama queen was away. Kristina loved it because she had a great time and was surrounded by new people who had not heard her Ukrainian stories yet. Kristina loves to talk to everyone who will listen to her. She and her accent were now the center of attention for the weekend.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;">We thought church camp would be a good thing for her: as she would be around kids her own age, to make some new Christian friends and we hoped she would learn some humility. Our biggest challenge with her is trying to convince her that we, as her parents, know what is best for her. Thirteen year old Kristina of course has all of the answers and looks at us like we don't know what we're talking about. During our many talks, she will not answer our questions directly but ask another question to avoid answering us.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;">When we went to pick her up and she was playing games with the other children. She told her new friends "Good-Bye Guys."</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;">On the way home she cried as she said she missed them. We asked her what she had learned while at camp and she told us it was about <strong>honesty.</strong> We were glad to hear that, as we had some questions to ask her about finding things</span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"> in her room that she did not have permission to take .</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;">Kristina had been grounded and we only allowed her to go to church camp to help her and to try to mold her into a better person. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;">I've read on other blogs, that some of the moms said in some cases, they will not win the mother of the year award, I feel I won't win any awards, ever. Kristina doesn't accept listening to us very well. It amazes us that her teachers speak so highly of her and say she is an extremely respectful student but she can't show any respect at home. We keep telling Kristina that someday we hope she will be grateful for all the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">opportunities</span> we have given to her, but to her we are not doing anything. We now have a new rule. If Kristina takes something without permission, then something of hers will be taken away and donated. She has taken a step in the right direction this evening. The neighbor that drives Kristina to school each day gave her some money. She had given all the girls in her car pool a little money and she takes them to the store after school so they can spend their money on treats. Kristina has $2.61. Kristina ate an entire bottle of decorative candies for cookies/cupcakes that I use during the holidays. Since she had $2.61 from the neighbor, we asked her what she should do with the money. Kristina told us to keep the money as she wanted to pay back the $3.00 she owed for eating the decorative candies. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;">We asked her why she had not asked us first for the candies and why she felt she had to take them without permission. She would not answer. There were other things she had taken but we were concerned about her need to still take and hide food. She knows that there is plenty to eat. Alex comments quite often that Kristina eats more than him. So it comes down to the attention thing. How to get more attention? She knows the food thing is annoying and therefore, keeps doing it. Kristina knows her dentist would not approve of her eating candies. Shes had <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">allot</span> of dental work this year and there will be more in 2011.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;">She had now turned in for the evening after a hot bath and wanted to read the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Beeble</span> (as Kristina pronounces it) which was loaned to her from church. As for the rest of us, after putting up our traditional <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Halloween</span> village, sound effects and all, were are all getting ready to turn in for the day.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"></span>arnoldfamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00585206544359363391noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740969228186070760.post-51412254045164099662010-09-09T18:29:00.008-06:002010-09-09T20:17:09.565-06:00TOO MUCH AT ONCE<span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">It's hard to believe Alex and Kristina have been in the US for 1 year. On one hand, the time has gone quickly and on the other, we are still struggling with the same problems as we've had a year ago. Mainly with Kristina and her "How am I suppose to?" </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">That's</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"> her way of trying to get out of her responsibilities or school work or just having her daily melt down. Sometimes I wish she didn't learn English. Being 13 and having an attitude is pretty tough.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">Last week, Kristina began her period. Of course, when I asked the Russian translator to explain to her at least three different times, what was going to happen, Kristina said she already knew. We spoke about it again after she started and the tears began when I told her Aunt Flo was coming every month for a long long time. First she told me that was a lie. Then she told me she thought it was a one time deal. "But Kristina," I said, "I thought you already knew about this."</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">She kept the crying up and said. "I didn't know it came every month!" Heaven help us because we are in for some major PMS.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">Since school started, Alex has been coming home almost everyday with all kinds of graduation packet information. With the cost of graduation pictures, class rings, rental of graduation cap and gown, graduation announcements, diploma frames, etc, etc, etc..... things can get overwhelming. Alex is all for getting his class ring but to the rest he says, "I'm going to get sick!</span>" <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSRHDtTAICatJwKOy90SNng5gS1CQP68njF6SFky9eZT-JwxnvQFZCrTAlSqoDCT-XiiAOHgcGHxCFzPl65JpugpD5X1wFagYpmxAluILGwv66MCE1HJsQyBqoFl6QnNeDr3UgWUEOQS5K/s1600/82842436_bk87_12.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSRHDtTAICatJwKOy90SNng5gS1CQP68njF6SFky9eZT-JwxnvQFZCrTAlSqoDCT-XiiAOHgcGHxCFzPl65JpugpD5X1wFagYpmxAluILGwv66MCE1HJsQyBqoFl6QnNeDr3UgWUEOQS5K/s200/82842436_bk87_12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515100342679682866" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">Alex is quite entertaining. He has a great sense of humor. We really didn't expect that from him as he is very reserved. It is nice to see that he is very comfortable with us and can let his hair down. He asked me if there would be any 16 or older girls coming in October for the hosting program? He is willing to help with any translating (and not just for the girls) since he speaks both Ukrainian and Russian.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">We decided the kids need to go to church and join the youth group. They usually sit in church and do not participate. We are hoping that the other youths and get them involved is church activities and they can make more friends. Most of the kids in our families are older and live in other states so not so many family members live locally. The youth group program starts in about a week so we will see how Alex and Kristina do.</span>arnoldfamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00585206544359363391noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740969228186070760.post-21684941923512725472010-08-27T19:08:00.004-06:002010-08-27T20:50:18.314-06:00Happy Day/Crappy Day<span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" >Today, Doug and I were able to take a break from our hectic day and have lunch together. It's nice to be able to get away and kind of go on a little date. I always thought when we had our own family, I would always want to spend all our time together but now I look forward to just getting away for a little time by ourselves. A couple of weeks ago, we sent the children off to the movies. They both wanted to see different movies in the same theater. Alex like action movies and Kristina likes chick flicks. We thought it would be nice to go out and have a quiet early dinner alone. We enjoy going to a little restaurant, "Tin Roof." The price is right and the food is great. Going on a date with my husband is something I really look forward to more and more these days.<br />But getting back to today, Doug informed me at lunch he had an little situation with Kristina this morning. She always brings us papers from school at the last minute and expects us to sign everything without reading any of it. We have a rule, if we sign a school document, we make a copy of it so we can refer to it later or just to know Alex and Kristina are doing what we agreed to sign.<br />Doug asked Kristina "What is it that I'm signing?" She went into her room to get another paper from school and threw it at him. Doug read it and said he was going to copy the paper he signed and Kristina started screaming "Do not copy it!" "Do not copy it!" Doug told her he would copy the paper because that is what we need to do and as always, she starts with the crying. She did not want Doug to tell me what happened and Doug told Kristina, he would tell me. We've told her before, we tell each other everything. She began to cry even more and soon it was time to leave for school. Doug told her they needed to leave for school because the traffic would be bad, but she kept crying and would not leave so he opened the garage door and started his truck. Kristina came running out of the house and got into the truck and they left for school. Just as Doug had said, the traffic was horrible and Kristina said "Thank you Papa!" "You made me late!" That's Kristina, blame it on everyone else. Doug reminded her that she would not leave when he asked her to.<br />Before she got out of the truck, she told Doug that "I will not come home after school!" "Don't look for me!" We've been through this so many times with her. Kristina loves all the attention she can get. Good or bad, she loves attention. When Doug told me what happened I told him not to pick her up from school and to let her walk home, which she did. We live within walking distance from the school.<br />Upon arriving home she said "Thank you Papa for not picking me up!" Doug told Kristina, "You told me not to." She said, "I said, I wasn't coming home after school, but I never told you not to pick me up." We get that a lot from her. <br /><br />She's always assuming that I told her friends about her bad habits so none of her friends will talk to her. It's never that they are 12 and 13 year old girls and very moody, so they don't always run and give each other a big hugs when they see each other. I get the, "THANK YOU MAMA! Now none of my friends will talk to me." It's usually one girl that doesn't say "Hi" and she may not have heard Kristina say "Hi" first. By the next day, all is well again with her friends. When does this get better!! Sometimes I blame Alex for not having a brother.<br /><br />Well the paper that Doug signed said that Kristina had to read each day for 20 minutes and then write 40 words about what she read by the end of the week, she is to turn her paper in to earn points. Kristina, told us the teacher told the class only read 3 times a week not everyday. Her assignment started the last three days of the week (starting Friday). Three days this week, the 27-29 and starting next week, 4 days a week with all the dates listed. She never looked at the back of the paper and told me I was all wrong. When I showed her the back side and what it said, she told me "How am I suppose to know?<br />Me saying: "By listening." <br />Her saying: "OK OK." After a quick shower to get rid of the "<span style="font-weight: bold;">tissue</span>" which she on calls "<span style="font-weight: bold;">itching</span>" she got, "the tissue", from sitting on the grass. She started her homework and we are calling it, an end to another crazy day.<br /> </span>arnoldfamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00585206544359363391noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740969228186070760.post-32537367628562676292010-08-25T18:23:00.003-06:002010-08-25T19:37:19.873-06:00Figuring Out Fractions<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"><strong>Yesterday afternoon, Doug and Alex had a 5:15 haircut appointment while I had to make a stop before coming home from work. Doug started making dinner and Kristina was working on her Science homework. I misunderstood Doug as he was telling Kristina the answers to the questions she had to complete for Wednesday were in the book. I thought she had already read the chapter but was having trouble with the questions so in between working on dinner, I helped Kristina with her Science questions. We finished the homework before dinner was ready. The rest of the evening went smoothly. </strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"><strong>This morning, Doug informed me that Kristina never read the chapter and was trying to answer the questions without reading anything. Boy, was I duped! She got me to help her before we made the rule that she has to read her assignments 3 times. I asked her if she read the chapter in her Science book and she began to cry. The crying got more intense as I continued to ask about the reading. Kristina would not talk to me at first and then said "What did I do to you?"</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"><strong>I told her she was not listening to me. I asked Alex for assistance as he translated to her in Russian. I held her hands and asked her why? She said, "her teacher did not tell her to read the chapter before answering the questions." I couldn't believe Kristina did not understand. There are many times when she uses the "I didn't understand or I don't understand" excuse or "You didn't tell me". I told her she could read the chapter now while she is waiting for her ride and she agreed. The TV was turned off and Kristina began reading the chapter. </strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"><strong>A few minutes later, she read a section and remembered it was one of the questions on her homework assignment. We both knew she could do it and told her so. Kristina had the biggest smile on her face. When I got home from work today, she told me she had an awesome day at school. Dad said Kristina had a bit on an attitude when he picked her up from school . She's our drama queen! </strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"><strong>Today, before dinner, we tackled fractions. Again, with the crying and "it's too hard!" </strong></span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"><strong>"I never learned this." I reminded her she said the very same thing to multiplication and division. She's a whiz on the multiplication now and knows some division. I told her again, if she knows multiplication and division, then she can do fractions. We gave her a problem and she started getting it. She wanted to work on another problem all by herself. We are down to the last two problems and Kristina asked Alex to help her, he's great with math. So we ended the day with a great spaghetti dinner and Kristina back in smiles. </strong></span></div>arnoldfamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00585206544359363391noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740969228186070760.post-83257211400394082542010-08-24T20:02:00.009-06:002010-08-25T07:33:44.339-06:00The kids finished their first day of school.<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">Thanks for the comments. We appreciate them very much and will do our best to blog more often.</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqirtACa1MdDIvKrF_-x80HH-CXtCW125C8CAiHjF2YxFIM0CTDQOUkacEhPsspvpwd1zLWhHOHHLR7Sy0fZOWPOd9YhpviTHVd3cWZ8dr8puYkq-gbgwuXe25aazx7PcpHsgZvPhj_3BT/s1600/P8230164.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 167px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqirtACa1MdDIvKrF_-x80HH-CXtCW125C8CAiHjF2YxFIM0CTDQOUkacEhPsspvpwd1zLWhHOHHLR7Sy0fZOWPOd9YhpviTHVd3cWZ8dr8puYkq-gbgwuXe25aazx7PcpHsgZvPhj_3BT/s200/P8230164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509337646240230754" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><br />We got through the first day of school. Alex had to change one of his classes to Drivers Ed. He had his 18th birthday on July 26th and we thought it would be best for him to learn at school before he graduates. Alex tells us that all the boys at his orphanage dream of fast and expensive cars. They dream about cars they know they will never have a chance to own. Alex carved two cars out of w</span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">ood while he was at the summer camp in Ukraine. He showed us the cars he made when we first met him. He did a nice job and when we went to check him out of the orphanage after our 10 day waiting period, we asked for the cars. Alex had given them to his director as a gift. We were touched by his thoughtfulness. Last year, Alex took a sculpting class and made an alligator and a corvette. He is very creative. His art class was exhibiting the students artwork and Alex was asked by his teacher to bring his art pieces to school. She asked him 3 times and sent a note home for us. Alex did not feel comfortable to show the sculptures. He felt like he was showing off. His Dad convinced him that it would be helpful for the other students to see different styles and may encourage them to try their hand at doing some art too. Alex agreed and he won a ribbon for his corvette. The green ribbon was for an"Awards of Excellence". In his Wood-shop Class he made an electric guitar which he learned to play. We don't know what to expect this year but he kind of hinted at making something for us for Christmas since he signed up to Wood Shop class again. This time he will be paying his own fees for the class since he was able to earn some money this summer.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">Kristina is attempting Middle School. We</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4yvN6Yv5OiFRVk8-NqNpLe5ZlxeQYkL0GTZEkbcIRV3ELlmcBu29TXHVBjYeeJfigH4leEyOq6V1m-f3BndrovBJjLwEBfjzPIkKm3EVC_vbHCez1JNGa9f4pn_pV42icZf7ADHrPjZPk/s1600/P8200105.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4yvN6Yv5OiFRVk8-NqNpLe5ZlxeQYkL0GTZEkbcIRV3ELlmcBu29TXHVBjYeeJfigH4leEyOq6V1m-f3BndrovBJjLwEBfjzPIkKm3EVC_vbHCez1JNGa9f4pn_pV42icZf7ADHrPjZPk/s200/P8200105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509339834766599314" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"> talked to her at the end of last year about how different 7th grade would be from 6th grade. She had a distorted idea of what 7th grade would be like. Maybe she was thinking it would be more social and less school work. Kristina spent most of her summer at Challenger, learning as much as she could since she only had 1 year of school in Ukraine. Not even 1 year, part of that year she spent in the hospital. </span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"> She was reminded about how we discussed, how much harder that 7th grade is than 6th grade and that we could not do her homework for her. She started with the tears and tried her best to answer the questions verbally. Not even close, but she tried. We told her to try to read her assignments 2 or 3 times over (she loves to read) and try to remember key words. Kristina has an amazing memory and remembers which page something is on. She is extremely detail oriented. Although she is smart, she tends to be lazy. Sometime, we just wish she could remember most of the school work stuff instead of the fun stuff. She loves to tell us about her Ukraine life which we've learned so much about her and we are still learning. They both are very comfortable telling us about themselves and will answer any questions we have. We love that they both have no trouble getting up in the morning for school. Alex gets up at 5:00 am and Kristina at 5:30 am. As we sit here blogging, Alex and Kristina decided to go to sleep at 8:40. What a nice surprise for us. </span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"> </span><br /></span>arnoldfamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00585206544359363391noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740969228186070760.post-13344751364837234582010-08-23T20:27:00.000-06:002010-08-23T21:24:31.297-06:00<span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" >On Friday, August 20th, we celebrated the first anniversary of our adoption. Alex and Kristina were asked, "What is special about August 20th"? Their answer was it's "Friday". Yes, it is Friday but what else does the 20th mean? </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Alex: "It's the day Kristina starts school". Yes again, but what else. Neither of them could come up with the correct answer? Doug was working but we called him and asked him what is special about August 20th and Doug said "Its the day we adopted Alex and Kristina!" We celebrated on Saturday by going to the Olive Garden for lunch. We asked the kids what is the biggest change in their lives since they have been living in the United States. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Alex: "Everything!" Kristina says, "that family is the most important and biggest change for her". Alex has done extremely well for his first year in High School. We are so proud. He has begun his senior year. Now, for the pressure to do as well as he did last year. It was a very nice day being able to experience getting his senior pictures taken. Kristina is now in Middle School and is starting to act much like a teenager. Our lives have changed so much in the last year. Our once quiet life has been turned upside down. Keeping up with everything has been very tiring. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" >On Sunday, we gave the kids all their new school supplies and clothes. They were so excited. Alex said he was lucky. There are times like that, that you know you did the right thing with the adoption and at other times, we are ready to go on a long vacation; just the two of us.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" > </span>arnoldfamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00585206544359363391noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740969228186070760.post-3347599417924927762009-08-22T07:25:00.000-06:002009-08-23T03:19:07.267-06:00Our Court Date<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZodARfeNdGLo4isd-w4Tr9D0mWfWOTqAGuBf4Jz0HctbXBXerJm231ieiS-EXIuW1Xs99hTj5-H_jsoGJo3O4dXQF3LNIEN6Wkx_7DexCQxbWed78nzv87b55CKmyKKuETJ8Z00crFg-h/s1600-h/P8191433.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372860034629523906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZodARfeNdGLo4isd-w4Tr9D0mWfWOTqAGuBf4Jz0HctbXBXerJm231ieiS-EXIuW1Xs99hTj5-H_jsoGJo3O4dXQF3LNIEN6Wkx_7DexCQxbWed78nzv87b55CKmyKKuETJ8Z00crFg-h/s200/P8191433.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">August 17th- </span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Hanging around our flat<br /><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"></span></span></span></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"></span></span></span></span>We got up around 8:00 feeling that we made it through the weekend and just had to hold on for the next three days. We are staying close to the flat until our court appointment on Thursday. Sergei and Lena are spending this time with their families. We turned the TV on and watched several American shows: "Still Standing, dubbed in Ukrainian. We've seen "According to Jim" and an Ukrianian version of "The Nanny". They are kind of fun to watch. The TV in this flat only gets a few channels and only 2 come in clear. Each morning the children text us, "Good Morning". Sasha is still texting in English and sometimes Kristina will text us in Russian or a mixture of both, English and Russian. It makes our day when we hear from the children. Sasha and Kristina are a delight. They make us feel like we were always meant to be here for them. We kept hearing over and over again that we will have the children that God has planned for us and not until we met Sasha and Kristina that things became crystal clear. We had crepes for breakfast filled with some kind of sweet cheese and added blueberry yogurt on top. They were very good and a little different than having eggs or cereal for breakfast. We worked our blog until about 2:30 when Natasha called us to let us know she had been talking to Kristina. Kristina was concerned since she would not be seeing us for a few days that we did not forget to come to court on Thursday. Natasha told her of course we would not forget and that we would be there 30 minutes early! We were not expecting that from Kristina and felt so happy that our little girl wants us as much as we want her. We had received a text message from Sasha, "How are work?" He knew we had spent so much time doing the paper work for court and believed we were still doing paper work. We replied "Work is fine". We continued working on the blog until around 7:00 and took a break to heat up some left over pizza from the night before. A few days before, Lena had helped us with some shopping at the market. She pointed out some bargain ice cream and told us it was very good and we should try it. Tonight, we tried the vanilla ice cream along with sliced bananas and nutella. What a treat!! This is something we will fix for the children when they are finally ours, but we needed to try it out for ourselves, first. Doug was checking on line, about the school schedule back home to get some information. We were told by the assistant directors that both children were neglected by their birth mother and she had not even registered Kristina's birth and kept them out of school for 2 years. The orphanages told us they both were doing very well in school. Doug thought the children needed to be registered in the same grade as they are in at the orphanages now; until emailing Bob Fuhriman who advised us to register both children at the grade level appropriate for their ages. He let us know that is what he had done with his adopted children, their circumstances were very similar, and after a lot of hard work his children are doing great in school. Before turning in for the evening we left a text message to the children, We love you! Goodnight. Mama and Papa. We turned in for the night sleeping on the hide-a-bed like sofa to see if it was any better than the regular bed.<br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">August 18th- <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Two more days until court</span></span><br /><br />We awoke about 8:00. We both agreed that we had slept a little better on the sofa than on the bed. The bed we were sleeping on is about a foot of the ground and hard as a rock. Amy tries to pad the bed to make it more comfortable but it only helps a little bit. We got a text message from Sasha wishing us a "Good Morning". Sasha is now back at the orphanage and we believe he may have access to more books that may be helping him with his English or he's just an exceptional child. We returned his text message saying, "Good morning son. We Love You! Mama and Papa. A short while later he responded by saying "I also you Love". The message made us feel emotional. Our son was trying to communicate with us. We sent a "Good Morning" text message to Kristina but didn't hear anything back. We fixed ourselves some breakfast and afterwards I tried to access Amy's email at her work. We both checked our emails and Doug had gotten some responses from the Canyon's School District who asked him for some more information about the children. Around 11:30 we received a call from Lena to let us know that the landlady was sending someone over in an hour to fix the internet. About 5 minutes later we heard a knock on the door. Knock Knock, Who's there? The landlady and the repair guy. We didn't think it was funny either. The repair guy got the internet in the apartment working within minutes. We had been blogging and checking email on a USB modem Lena had loaned us, since we were having trouble with our internet at the apartment for almost a week. For the next hour we were reading blogs and emails from back home. We had some lunch and we did some mundane household chores including the laundry. Washer but no dryer. Thank goodness for those apartment dryer racks. We fixed dinner about 6:00. After dinner we started responding to the emails we had read earlier in the day. We sent the children a text message about 7:30 and forwarded the message to Natasha. A few minutes later Kristina text us back "Have good night @ pleasant dreams". Sasha just text us "Goodnight". We watched some fine Ukrainian television programing at got ready for bed around 10:20.<br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">August 19th- <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">The day before court</span> <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"></span></span><br /><br />We woke up about 8:40 and we had tea and cookies. We received a text message from Sasha wishing us a "Good morning". He always remembers to text us every morning. What a thoughtful son. We fixed mushrooms and cheese omelets for breakfast. We got ready to head out to the market to pick up a few things including some more MTC phone minutes. We started walking to the market when we received a call from Natasha. She informed us that it would be necessary to hire a second driver for our court date because officials were coming from two different orphanages. We were expecting the additional expense but were not happy about it. She also informed us of a new wrinkle, we would now have to obtain a Criminal Background Check on Sasha, required for all children over the age of 14. She said that the Criminal Background Check could take up to ten days to have done. At the market we bought a few things for the children to give them after court. We came back from the market and started making dinner. We had picked up some frozen dough, tomato sauce, mushrooms and cheese to make our own pizza. After dinner Doug called Lena to check on the schedule for picking everyone up from the orphanages. We were told the second driver would be Ed and he would go to Krasnodon to pick up Shasha, a Social Worker and the Inspector. Sergei would be picking up Kristina from Shaste along with the same group of official for her orphanage. Sergei would also be picking us up by 9:00. Amy started to get our court clothes ready for the next day. We spent the evening discussing what we might be asked in court and Amy expressed concern for having such an inexperienced Judge who hadn't presided over an adoption hearing before. We were still disappointed about our preliminary hearing, because we couldn't combine both hearings the week before and now had to wait nearly a week longer for this hearing. Amy didn't know how to read the Judge and was worried about getting the Criminal Background Check done in time on Sasha. Needless to say Amy didn't have a very restful night.<br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">August 20th- <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Our Court Day has Arrived!</span></span><br /><br />At 4:45 am our cell phone rings. We both woke up and Doug answered the phone and Lena was on the other end. She didn't have her key and was standing outside the apartment door. Doug let her in and we both tried going back to sleep, without much success. Amy got out of bed at about 5:15 and Doug at 6:15. Doug had a little breakfast. Amy to nervous to eat anything. Amy spoke with Lena who let her know that Sergei would be picking her up at 8:00 and then driving to Shaste to pick up Kristina and the officials from her orphanage. Sergei would return to pick us up by 9:00. Our hearing was scheduled to start at 9:30. After putting on our court clothes Doug checked the email and there were several messages from friends and family back home wishing us good luck on the hearing. Kristina and the Social Worker arrived with Sergei and Lena at 8:50 and we were ready. Kristina was in the back seat wearing her new clothes: skinny jeans, teal top and red patent leather shoes. The Social Worker sat in the front seat and the four of us were in the back seat with Kristina on Amy's lap. We arrived at the Court House shortly after 9:00 and waited outside. Soon thereafter Sasha, a Social Worker and the Inspector from Sasha's orphanage arrived in his car. There was no Ed. Kristina ran to Sasha and they both embrace by the Inspector's car. Sasha was wearing his new clothes an Armani top, jeans and shoes. The children both made comments to each other about how nice each looked in their new clothes. Lena translated that this was the first time they had seen each other wearing brand new clothes. We had some time to take a few pictures outside the Court House. <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuEvbZEcMc0QRAelmDWGJcKvUMHDtjojn_e0j7fI5TkBIj05xxsYTk5OS1-VsiTIP1ifrdVN5GMa7vdG-qOBj6EJE8arkq1Od0_Lu3SbSQzL2w9e38lrILP15aOeOGmWKbG7_Xa7yk8IDI/s1600-h/P8191432.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372845112245247954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuEvbZEcMc0QRAelmDWGJcKvUMHDtjojn_e0j7fI5TkBIj05xxsYTk5OS1-VsiTIP1ifrdVN5GMa7vdG-qOBj6EJE8arkq1Od0_Lu3SbSQzL2w9e38lrILP15aOeOGmWKbG7_Xa7yk8IDI/s200/P8191432.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Shortly after 9:30 we saw the Judge going into the Court House. She briefly looked over to us before continuing inside. The Judge was wearing the same white pants she wore at the preliminary hearing and a white sequin top with her sunglasses on her head. Her hair color appeared to be much darker. We all followed the Judge inside the Court House and showed our passports to the attending officer. We all waited out in the hall most of us had to stand the sparse amount of seating there was had been occupied. The Judge went into the Court Room and shortly thereafter left the Court Room and locked the door behind her. She returned a short time later and unlocked the door and we were then ushered inside by the Judge's Assistant. In addition to everyone that had attended the Preliminary Hearing there were now two Jurors. Because of the additional people there were not enough seats for everyone so Sasha had to share a seat and Kristina sat on the Inspector's lap. The Judge asked Amy and Doug to stand with Lena and she asked us why we were adopting? Doug was the first to speak and he told the Judge that we had found these children through pictures we saw at the SDA office. He told the Judge that we had to travel by train from Kiev to Luhansk to meet the children at their respective orphanages and immediately began to bond with them. He then told the Judge it seemed like God had brought us to these children to become their Mother and Father. Amy was getting very emotional and Doug encouraged her to say something. Amy said that she already felt like she was their mother and that she loved them and wanting to be with them always. We looked over at the children and Kristina had tears in her eyes. Amy grabbed both of the children's hands. The Judge than asked Sasha to stand up and state his full name and birth date. The Judge than asked Sasha if he wanted to be adopted by us and he answered "Dah". Then he asked him if he knows that he will have some struggles ahead, learning to speak English and just living in America. Sasha again answered by saying "Dah". Lena said Sasha knew this is what he wanted and that he was very sure of his answers to the Judge. When the Judge asked him how oftn we communicated with him he told her everyday. The Judge asked Kristina to stand and state her full name and birth date. She then asked Kristina if she wanted Amy to be her mother and Kristina answered "Dah". Of course Amy and I were thrilled with the children's answers to the questions they had been asked. Who knew the word Dah could sound so beautiful. We both are very proud of them. Lena then informed us that the Judge had come to her decision and asked if we wanted to know now what her decision was. We both told her that we would like to know now. Lena told us that the Judge's decision was positive. The Judge approved the adoption and Lena congratulated us. The Judge then adjourned the proceedings and all of the orphanage officials wished us congratulations. There were many hugs and kisses from everyone. </span>The celebration continued out in the hall. We hugged each other and our children and Amy even hugged the Judge's Assistant and in broken English told us to "be happy". The entire hearing was over in less than 20 minutes. Lena told us it was the fastest adoption hearing she had ever been a part of. We went outside and I asked Sergei to take a picture of our new family outside the Court House. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZodARfeNdGLo4isd-w4Tr9D0mWfWOTqAGuBf4Jz0HctbXBXerJm231ieiS-EXIuW1Xs99hTj5-H_jsoGJo3O4dXQF3LNIEN6Wkx_7DexCQxbWed78nzv87b55CKmyKKuETJ8Z00crFg-h/s1600-h/P8191433.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372860034629523906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZodARfeNdGLo4isd-w4Tr9D0mWfWOTqAGuBf4Jz0HctbXBXerJm231ieiS-EXIuW1Xs99hTj5-H_jsoGJo3O4dXQF3LNIEN6Wkx_7DexCQxbWed78nzv87b55CKmyKKuETJ8Z00crFg-h/s200/P8191433.JPG" /></a> The Inspector, Social Worker and Sasha said goodbye and they all headed back to Krasnodon. The rest of us left to head back to Shaste with Kristina and her Social Worker. As we about to leave Luhansk Doug reminded Lena about doing the paperwork for Sasha's Criminal History Report. Lena assured him that she remembered and she knew where she needed to go and what to do. Without saying anything to us Sergei pulled the car over and he and Lena got out. We all waited inside the car for almost a half an hour until we saw the Inspector's car carrying Sasha and the Social Worker. They started walking up the street and when Sasha saw us he walked over with the Social Worker. She motioned with her hands that they had been driving around in circles. It appeared the Inspector was trying to reach Lena on her cell phone. We noticed that there were several uniformed members of a Marching Band starting to gather near the base of a monument. Soon after a large processing of Police Officers started marching toward the monument. We watched the Inspector and the Social Worker walk toward the processing. It was then we saw Lena and Sergei gathered with them at the corner. We locked the car up and walked over to everyone standing on the corner.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO20h2Ayu46sy2DktNbMdPxO_GYKDobNA7G4IjMKdqu7EZ-WR57YFA4O88cTBhr-adsM6jpjvLSZ2QyqBh5RZYXcyrX8HL1XTkxcFeVehoWeMIPJeDbZwbrktADCEgEfadLRJ7WWt_GenT/s1600-h/P8191440.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372865620479745906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO20h2Ayu46sy2DktNbMdPxO_GYKDobNA7G4IjMKdqu7EZ-WR57YFA4O88cTBhr-adsM6jpjvLSZ2QyqBh5RZYXcyrX8HL1XTkxcFeVehoWeMIPJeDbZwbrktADCEgEfadLRJ7WWt_GenT/s200/P8191440.JPG" /> </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhGxRdfXpGJt8GyNS78tx2PI7jUjg9vwwv5xhfUClcfVxLMT2o6ek3uuegZa4U0s77YgDvQmnl084il1q3wdRx2YzBHMzZjm4i5Vs2E2FfFBn44bG1aW75OQ6OZeAqb0QVxrv1DIMixKXT/s1600-h/P8191441.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372867827282091202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhGxRdfXpGJt8GyNS78tx2PI7jUjg9vwwv5xhfUClcfVxLMT2o6ek3uuegZa4U0s77YgDvQmnl084il1q3wdRx2YzBHMzZjm4i5Vs2E2FfFBn44bG1aW75OQ6OZeAqb0QVxrv1DIMixKXT/s200/P8191441.JPG" /></a><br />We found out that it was "Police Day" in Luhansk. Doug thought it to be just a little ironic that we were doing criminal background paperwork on "Police Day". Lena took Sasha took him over to another building on the opposite side of the street, he apparently was needed to sign the paperwork. After the processing broke up we walked back to the car and the two Social Workers walked down the street and returned a short while later with pretzels and cookies for everyone. We waited for Lena and Sasha to return and when they did she let us know that her and Sergei needed to go to a bank in order to pay a fee and acquire a receipt to expedite Sasha's paperwork. While waiting for their return we took some more pictures of us with the children. Upon their<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZFCinbvXdRZax7FX0T5YJg1XUGQTRpziM8_MwR98eDZx_xnEbpK6njcxBaos-N0w10sNbkmlZkhFetRp0tkkkvr8gs3GHP6Y1486hoikeMWkzPRNhWq5V8lxhJdsgfzuOOjaziH5NtwDA/s1600-h/P8191435.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372873663744896786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZFCinbvXdRZax7FX0T5YJg1XUGQTRpziM8_MwR98eDZx_xnEbpK6njcxBaos-N0w10sNbkmlZkhFetRp0tkkkvr8gs3GHP6Y1486hoikeMWkzPRNhWq5V8lxhJdsgfzuOOjaziH5NtwDA/s200/P8191435.JPG" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9-TOW_Lf0rCoeTiR-YBOuIMtcHRptf_G3yYVSrjLKqW-JWOAxdaq4MHugfN8xFF_JVL1b5Gn3oSAeQ6FKhbw0jWUHJiMSE2KcvWtrnv8SB1R79g4A-Rp0RRDigTBIdqjVQFHxvriNXoF2/s1600-h/P8191437.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372874065510834722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9-TOW_Lf0rCoeTiR-YBOuIMtcHRptf_G3yYVSrjLKqW-JWOAxdaq4MHugfN8xFF_JVL1b5Gn3oSAeQ6FKhbw0jWUHJiMSE2KcvWtrnv8SB1R79g4A-Rp0RRDigTBIdqjVQFHxvriNXoF2/s200/P8191437.JPG" /></a><br />return Lena informed us that she needed to take Sasha back across the street to finish the paperwork. We all sat by the car eating pretzels and crackers for about another half an hour waiting for them to return. Now that it was approaching lunch time, everyone was hungry. The pretzels we had were vert tasty and a lot less salty than American pretzels. Doug ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich which Amy had fixed for him that morning and we gave Kristina some snacks and juice. When Lena finally got back with Sasha the Inspector and Social Worker got in the Inspectors car and took Sasha back to the orphanage. The rest of us headed back to Shaste with Kristina to bring her to the orphanage. After dropping the Social Worker off on her street nearby we then tool Kristina back to the orphanage. Kristina took us upstairs where there were many preperations taking place getting things ready for the new school year. Paninting the halls, clearing and cleaning out all of the rooms, etc. Kristina showed us a framed plaque of students who had done exceptionally well in school. Kristina was recognized for doing well in her class the past school year. We then walked to the front of the school where Sergei had pulled his car up and we said our goodbyes. We told Kristina we were very proud of her and that she had done very well today. We all hugged and left for Luhansk. Upon our arrival we stopped at the train station to allow Lena to buy a train ticket. We waited in the car for quite a long while for Sergei and Lena to return. When they finally did we told Lena we needed to get a few things before she left. We went into downtown Luhansk and stopped at a pharmacy to pick up some multivitamins. Doug needed some additional minutes put on his SIM card and we changed some currency for smaller Americal bills. Lena and Sergei dropped us off at the apartment and left to get something to eat. We choose to stay and eat in. Lena returned at about 4:15 and told us she was taking the train to Kiev to meet with Natasha. She left a short time later. We changed out of our court clothes and into more comfortable clothes and fixed ourselves some pizza. After dinner we relaxed and started replying to all of the emails we had received that morning. We then watched some American television shows on the computer, using hulu, before crashing at around 10:45.<br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"></span></span></span></span><br /></div></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>arnoldfamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00585206544359363391noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740969228186070760.post-62329866581905930662009-08-13T15:44:00.000-06:002009-08-13T16:05:49.569-06:00Doug & Amy Adoption Update<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinOqlynU7rGlYwQzPOCqtuenH49547l60WTswefGHsM5ICAaNJOF09fr4NpA5tnrUrq18CDwyraOW-Sv0UdPqxE8w452FXor1S5aN003ZQE8X7qKL7A3EkReVpYttnOk0iyY_LvYBl9B18/s1600-h/P7251184.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinOqlynU7rGlYwQzPOCqtuenH49547l60WTswefGHsM5ICAaNJOF09fr4NpA5tnrUrq18CDwyraOW-Sv0UdPqxE8w452FXor1S5aN003ZQE8X7qKL7A3EkReVpYttnOk0iyY_LvYBl9B18/s320/P7251184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369568705520221266" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">July 17th & 18th<br /></span>We left Salt Lake City on United Airlines on Friday July 17th. After circling the runway and taxing around O'Hare Airport we finally arrived at our gate. We hurried to our connecting gate and on the way to the gate a man tripped over the handle of one of our carry ons and broke the handle off, luckily that piece converts to a backpack. We got to the gate in pleanty of time and we waited to board the "Airbus" run by Lufthansa Air. It was the most gianormous airplane Amy and I had ever seen. We were seated near the back of the plan and it literally took us three minutes to walk to our seats. The plane even had a lower level. Our flight arrived in Munich a little ahead of schedule and we were able to make it to the gate with pleanty of time to spare. Our flight time from Munich to Kiev was about a 2 hour and 15 minute flight. We got off the plane and waited in a very long passport line and once through we are happy to report all of our luggage made it. We walked through customs and out to find Natasha and Vladamier holding an "Arnold" name sign for us. We left the airport and stopped by a grocery store to exchange some money and buy a few groceries. We ate dinner at a small cafe Borsch and Cheese Sandwiches. (see photo). Vladamier dropped us off at our flat where we retired for the evening.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">July 19th.</span><br />Natasha came by the flat late afternoon on Sunday. We could not access the internet from our apartment and so we decided to walk up the street to an Internet Cafe. We all ordered dinner and some of the most delicious mushroom soup ever! While at dinner Natasha received some bad news about Irena's oldest son, he had been killed in a car accident. Irena was one of the translator/chaperons that was with some of the families during the last hosting program. Her son had been making arrangements for his father's funeral (Irena's ex) when the accident occurred. This left Irena's youngest son to finish making the arrangements for the father's and now his brother's funerals. I finished checking my emails and we left to the cafe to rest for the evening before our SDA appointment.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">July 20th SDA Appointment</span><br />We woke up early to begin getting ready for our SDA appointment at 9 am. We were accompanied to the SDA by our translator and facilitator, Natasha. There we all met with a psychologist, Maria, who shows adopting families the profiles of available children. Because she already knew which kids we wanted she opened the book to their profiles. This is where the trouble first began. The psychologist, Maria, was only able to find a profile on the boy Toli and not on Luda or Katia. For some reason their profiles were pulled and we were told that we could not adopt only one because the siblings could not be separated. Amy and I of course fell apart but I tried to comfort Amy and told her we had alot of good people behind us and that things would work out. Maria got a hold of the Director of the kids orphanage on the phone to see if he had any insight into why the profiles had gotten pulled. The Director informed her that he wasn't in the office but he recalled that there was another party that had petitioned for guardianship of the girls. We were told to return to the SDA that same day after 2pm to see if any information was available about the missing profiles. We left the SDA appointment feeling very unhappy. To get our minds off our disappointment, our facilitators took us on a sightseeing tour of some churches nearby built around the 15th Century. We also saw the "museum of tiny things" also known has the miniature museum where we met and spoke with the Artist who created them. You could only see the art work though a microscope and it was amazing.<br /><br />We returned to our flat and waited for news about our next meeting. When we spoke with Natasha to see if she had any more information about the children's profile and she told us that the SDA woman called her a few minutes before to tell her the children's profiles had turned up and we were to come by the SDA the next day at 5 pm. We left the apartment to go have dinner at a TGI Fridays.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">July 21.<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih3cN8qe6TJnyzAx59MyAKOKqGFE_JEvzEy3rJsOyZs-RwoSVxBfkOcQqVDiXsZQQT5fuQxBqTT_j7XnmG-KSVvx8HL5NQXerYuPkEvh5TGWz_J0zR0xlKveytG2EG4cPWvufbaa0xPNPH/s1600-h/P7251184.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih3cN8qe6TJnyzAx59MyAKOKqGFE_JEvzEy3rJsOyZs-RwoSVxBfkOcQqVDiXsZQQT5fuQxBqTT_j7XnmG-KSVvx8HL5NQXerYuPkEvh5TGWz_J0zR0xlKveytG2EG4cPWvufbaa0xPNPH/s320/P7251184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369569359327760194" border="0" /></a>On Tuesday we got an early start to see the children at their Grandmother's house, about a 4 hour drive from Kiev. When we arrived at Grandmas Luda immediately went inside to get the oldest boy Toli and they both greeted us with hugs and invited us inside. We were told the youngest girl was at a summer camp. As we were heading toward the house their Grandmother rode up on her bicycle. Amy and the Grandmother embraced. This is a picture of the outside of Grandmother's home. There seems to be no running water and there is a well outside the front door. The home is maybe 300 square feet and very fly infested. We sat and spoke with everyone through our translator Jordan. We didn't ask the kids anything about the adoption but did ask them if they would like to go with us in a day or two to do some fun activities, like a paddle boat ride, swimming, circus etc. and they both agreed. The children had two framed pictures of Amy and I up on the wall of the grandmother's house, we gave them during their hosting visit. While we sat inside people started showing up. We met an aunt, the children's mother's sister, and their cousins a boy and a girl, an uncle and then one of the children mentioned the father was outside but Luda told us he lived far away. We came to find out he only lived about 7 miles from them and he looked to be older than the Grandmother. We had been told in prior letters that the kids only had their Grandmother who had visited with them two times in the six years they were in the orphanage. We of course could not believe that no one had told us anything about the true nature of their extended family. We left about an hour later to make our SDA appointment at 5 pm.<br /><br />On the ride back to Kiev we were asked to come to the appointment earlier than scheduled so we could obtain our referral letter on Tuesday rather than waiting until the next day. We arrived at the SDA around 4:30 pm where "magically" the other two children's profiles had now been restored and the Psychologist explained it away by saying when another party had applied for guardianship of the two girls they marked the papers and when the guardianship was denied they forgot to erase the mark so the profiles were pulled. Amy and I knew it was all BS. With our document finally in hand we left the SDA office and went out to eat. Our facilitators, Natasha and Vladamier made arrangements for us to go to Kremenchuk the next day to begin the next step in the process a hearing before the City Council and the Orphanage Inspector.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">July 22<br /></span>We arrived in Kremenchuk a little after 9 am and the inspector woman attempted to contact the orphanage director, he could not be reached in his office or on his cell phone. We waited inside the office for almost an hour and a half and the Inspector suggested we go have lunch somewhere and come back. We left and had lunch. When we arrived back the Inspector still had not gotten a hold of the director and so arrangement were made to try and track him down at the orphanage which was just around the corner. We left for the orphanage and when we got there the director was not in his office so we walked outside and ran into the director on the stairs. He invited us into his office where we showed him the SDA letter of referral and he pretended to leaf through our dossier and told us we broke some kind of protocol by spending time with the children the day before. Apparently we needed to contact a City Council woman to accompany us to the Grandmother's home. We left his office feeling everything had been smoothed over and went to see the children at the Town Council building.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRaBMmNcjEyNMkSKgIdYzy1TirO28Lhn6ruD-zQFU55AOx8K6j00tRDXnVR1371KY-2ZMtZL3Iy2pU17dt6_HmrUqcux3QWzDjM3uPbaTwyB7eiDqQRw9_BJo686J0wZvygvpd5tnz_egp/s1600-h/P7251184.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRaBMmNcjEyNMkSKgIdYzy1TirO28Lhn6ruD-zQFU55AOx8K6j00tRDXnVR1371KY-2ZMtZL3Iy2pU17dt6_HmrUqcux3QWzDjM3uPbaTwyB7eiDqQRw9_BJo686J0wZvygvpd5tnz_egp/s320/P7251184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369570004451246002" border="0" /></a><br />When we arrived at the Town Council building Amy and I needed to use the restroom, which was an outhouse with a hole in the ground where you had to squat to use it. When we walked away from the "bathroom" we were met by our driver Vladamier and the translator/facilitator Natasha they informed us that the children were undecided on whether or not they wanted to be adopted. He told us that because of the way they felt now it was likely they would not want to be adopted. Vladamier also told us the Director of the orphanage had told him it may be better to wait until the fall when opinions might change about international adoption. We asked if during the proceedings if we could let the children know there were free to return to their family if they came to America and did not like being there. We were told it would be alright to say that to the children. Amy and I knew we could not afford to turn back now and return in the fall. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRjzwBys7iXC0zQh322p_NeYhP9ECAh9E-ZjPmo2abC_6sdUiCHV1jm8Bbcva5zMUOd6RNeUrohO1usKK2AQLzu1EVhYdrtzqAag4eeyZjJUQh_fcufeA0wt_nhQ1PvpOWdueCxcRVjjtO/s1600-h/P7211137-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRjzwBys7iXC0zQh322p_NeYhP9ECAh9E-ZjPmo2abC_6sdUiCHV1jm8Bbcva5zMUOd6RNeUrohO1usKK2AQLzu1EVhYdrtzqAag4eeyZjJUQh_fcufeA0wt_nhQ1PvpOWdueCxcRVjjtO/s320/P7211137-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369570284655110594" border="0" /></a>When we walked to the front of the town council building we saw all the family members from the day before were gathered there. We were told they had tried to come inside the building where the proceedings were being held but had been denied access. Toli and Luda were already inside and sitting in one of the front rows. We sat in the row behind them where the seats were so close together our knees were in our chest. We then moved to the front row to sit next to the kids. The purpose of all of this was to see how the children and us interacted with each other. We reminisced about their visit with us and Luda smiled and giggled at many of the stories we were recalling. After a few minutes the Inspector woman told us that they had seen all that they needed. Amy then told the children they would be able to return to their family if they did not like being with us in America. The Inspector told them they did not have to come to a decision right away that they could take a day or two to think it over. Luda immediately stood up and informed everyone she did not need time to think it over she had made her decision already and that she did not want to be adopted. She then walked over to a table and without needing instructions sat down to write out her decision. Amy and I were of course crying and comforting each other and saw that Toli looked to be torn and struggling with his decision also got up and went over to the table. Amy told the kids that if they had changed their mind that should have contacted us to let us know before we came all this way to get them. The translator said she would asked them but she knew they weren’t' listening. After they signed the decree the Inspector encouraged the kids to address us. They told us that they liked us very much but that they already had a family there. The two children walked outside to sit by their relatives and we waited inside for them to leave. They sat talking and would not get up and move on so we all had to walk pass them to the car. We drove to a beautiful village called Poltava and visited a park near some very old churches where we strolled the grounds. We were put up at a flat for the night before our drive back to Kiev.<br /><br />It was crystal clear to us that although the children had an extended family there family could ill afford to care for them outside of the orphanage. Even though the children were visiting the Grandmother she would not be able to care for them permanently and so she puts them in the orphanage to have the State take care of them. We are now in the process of looking at other orphans profiles and are interested in another boy with two sisters. We will let you know how that turns out. In the end the children we hosted and wanted to adopt made their decision, we believe with more than a little pressure from their family and orphanage director, to stay with their immediate family.<br /><br />After our very disappointing day Natasha suggested we drive to Poltava to spend the night. We strolled the grounds near a very beautiful church, the Holy Cross Exaltation Monastery, and the Rotunda of Peoples Friendship overlooking the suburbs of Poltava and the Vorskla River. It was here that we ran into Irena, the woman who had just lost her oldest son, we embraced her and gave he our heart felt condolences. Amy and I posed for pictures inside the White Rotunda and the Giant Spoon celebrating Poltava's Dumpling Festival. Natasha and Vladamier drove us to a very nice flat to rest up for our trip back to Kiev. That evening Amy and I talked in our room about packing up and heading back to Utah. After talking with our friends in Utah they encouraged us to take a day or two before deciding what to do. After what so many familes experienced in Kremenchuk, Amy and I always had a Plan B in mind. Before leaving for Ukraine we had looked at profiles of other available children and now we are waiting to find out more information on them.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">July 23rd<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS981pBX2uC_uJ67yEwAXUW7mwC9VC06Fqei6UI-kYCebwiR4RjGNoydiL0OJ-CDL-Zc1RaJJ-9OrViOTeuLlcTKTuIkbCJo1yhKNLN1jHxsfp9CN2VYEoww1iL3ppCDSkEt9O1xtWoR0N/s1600-h/P7251184.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS981pBX2uC_uJ67yEwAXUW7mwC9VC06Fqei6UI-kYCebwiR4RjGNoydiL0OJ-CDL-Zc1RaJJ-9OrViOTeuLlcTKTuIkbCJo1yhKNLN1jHxsfp9CN2VYEoww1iL3ppCDSkEt9O1xtWoR0N/s320/P7251184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369570695424833202" border="0" /></a>In the morning we rode back to Kiev with Jordan. We found a small cafe in Poltava where we ate crepes for breakfast and afterwards we headed back. We met up with Natasha and Vladamier at our flat where we were introduced to a new Natasha (Smith) a member of the LDS church attending the University in Kiev to obtain her Masters Degree in English. That evening Amy, I, Jordan and Natasha Smith drove downtown and parked on the sidewalk. We all walked down to the underground mall, the one under the main square, and had dinner in the food court. I ordered the Ukraine version of a Gyro, minced chicken wrapped in a tortilla instead of a pita. Surprisingly enough it was pretty good. After dinner we treated ourselves to some Italian Gelato that was excellent. After we emerged from our underground trek we walked over to the main square in Kiev and saw the monument to Kiev and his two brothers and sister, the swan. We walked above the fountain to a point overlooking the entire square and the monument to the arc angle Michael. After our tour we took Natasha Smith home and Jordan drove us to our flat where we retired for the evening for some much needed rest.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN4A8kJabx08B5nRKJLGiGPjOMMakhNzVtwhnX1_v1Gp4xEMGTMA1qmDgvStMP9MFvwa-SsvRU_ARpbSDg_vZuQ1x0bGsW78FfNU0s-GUNYXHZ1CEDDjIn8zSI0f4D5HR0TfcjOxtpMTY0/s1600-h/P7231153.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN4A8kJabx08B5nRKJLGiGPjOMMakhNzVtwhnX1_v1Gp4xEMGTMA1qmDgvStMP9MFvwa-SsvRU_ARpbSDg_vZuQ1x0bGsW78FfNU0s-GUNYXHZ1CEDDjIn8zSI0f4D5HR0TfcjOxtpMTY0/s320/P7231153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369570918107851314" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />July 24th.</span><br />Pioneer Day! We thought we'd spend Pioneer Day shopping so off we went to the open air market to haggle with the locals. Jordan was focused on buying a "Grandma bag" a rather oversize heavy duty plastic zipper bag that a body could fit in. Amy and I were looking for another duffle bag to put stuff in and I needed an Ethernet Cable for my computer. We were told by one of the vendors to check for luggage at a store called Awah (pronounced A-shawn) which was a cross between Home Depot, Ikea, Walmart and Reams. We met up with Natasha Smith at Awah. Amy and I found our luggage and a few other things. Jordan purchased his "Grandma Bag" from an underground vendor and we left for a bite to eat at one of the many Ukranian cafeterias. Natasha left for her translator job and we made a telephone call to check in with David Howick and Nanette. Jordan took us to Marina's Palace which looked to be a beautiful building it "its day" but was now badly in need of repair. Jordan conversed with a Security Guard on the grounds who told him that it was a gigantic almost impossible task to remodel the palace. We rejoined Natasha "Smith" and did a little more site seeing. Jordan drove Natasha to her flat while Amy and I fell asleep in Jordan's car. Jordan brought us back to the flat where we all crashed for the evening.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">July 25th<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYfOEnEpktI-AbknCngemFTF8Iafr83BbGYdbfTkG68dfrbYJTNwsJGekzCLv0CFTJ_poGWwzOMSHiXR23z6wTZrAo10vfg1KpI36PW9l7MWNjPH2xGJrgBmFHtlk5GNWZ2Rl5evVmN0dX/s1600-h/P7231154.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYfOEnEpktI-AbknCngemFTF8Iafr83BbGYdbfTkG68dfrbYJTNwsJGekzCLv0CFTJ_poGWwzOMSHiXR23z6wTZrAo10vfg1KpI36PW9l7MWNjPH2xGJrgBmFHtlk5GNWZ2Rl5evVmN0dX/s320/P7231154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369571173372175154" border="0" /></a>Today we headed out for to Souvenir Street but we made a stop at a very nice leather shop where Jordan purchased a nice briefcase for his father's birthday and Amy found a good deal on a leather purse. We arrived at Souvenir Street and Amy bought a nice table runner for her mother and a small souvenir plate of St. Michaels Church. Jordan bought some winter scarves to give to his brothers. We headed out to buy a few items at a grocery store and back to our flat. Afterwards Jordan drove to Gryvna to meet up with some friends and attend Sunday Services. We decided to make dumplings with garlic flavored catsup and fresh cucumbers with salt and pepper, Yummy!<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">UPDATE: </span>The latest news is. From encouragement from our friends back home Amy and I decided to schedule a second SDA appointment and to find some children that were in need of a loving home with a Mother and a Father. We have found two wonderful children in a town (two towns actually) that we are in the process of adopting. There is a 17 year old boy, Sasha, and his 12 year old sister, Kristina. When we first met the children we were told the father was not living and the mother had abused alcohol and lost her parental rights. We have since come to find out that the mother recently died and now the children truly are orphans. Now that we have some perspective and realizing that Toli, Luda and Katia had an extended family and Sasha and Kristina only have each other, we are sure that God has delivered these children into our hands to raise as our own. We will be updating more during our ten day waiting period. Thank you to all of our friends and family back home we are looking forward to being with all of you again.arnoldfamilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00585206544359363391noreply@blogger.com2