If you're going to spew, spew in this!

Ah, I get to use a line from Wayne's World. As Lisa mentioned, Natasha had a little difficulty witht eh car ride from Yalta to Simperofol. For you home remodelers and pundits of the plumbing world...this kid spewed with a psi of momumental proportions.
Can you say Exorcist, kids on bus in Old School, Stand by Me? Our translator, who has felt the need to orchestrate every one of our movements (bowel included) had just moved out of the line of fire before natasha unleashed a torrent of cabbage, mixed mystery meat and soup. One split second longer and she would have had full facial coverage. Quick clean a few guffaws and all was back to normal. The kid was knocking back a salami sandwich within minutes. Lisa did bring everyone up to speed on the trip from Yalta to Kiev. I'm killing time atthe Internet until the visas are ready at 4 PM today. Good ole US Embassy...a bastion of efficiency. The "interviewer" even had roots in the Bronx. His family was a 2 generation owner of a wholesale flower business. All went well. Now, just to get out on Friday.

We're hoping to take the girls to either the circus or the zoo one day before we head out.
It would be nice to have some fun outside of the apartment. They travel very well. Lisa doesn't know this, but I was trying to get the girls to go around and knock on sleeper compartment doors in the middle of the night. They crashed at about 8 PM on the train, but were back up at midnite....we watched a little Ali G on dvd, knocked back a few bottles of water and flushed stuff down the train toilet for kicks.

Right now it'sa feeling out process. I made Natasha cry last night. She snuck off by herself into the bedroom and was trying to switch on a light by the bed that was made of these glass rods that hung loosely. She was pulling on the rods for balance while trying to flip the switch. I startled her with a booming "Natasha, nyet"! After i peeled her off the ceiling, she just started to mew like a little kitten. It's the cutest and saddest thing. But, hey...don't play with glass rods and electricity..they are not your friends, especially at 220v. I made a few fart noises and she recovered quickly enough to give me kisses good night. They are not used to the sound of a man's voice yet. And if I have my way, they won't until they're 35.

I will post one more time before we leave and try to sum up this trip while still in country. I think once we return home, the blog will only serve to update the other adoptive families in our group as a "share" for each other. But then again, it may not.
i have journalled and chronicled the trip with video and text, so we'll see what comes of that.

Matt