On the way to the airport we were driving in Atlanta traffic (seriously is it always this awful??) when this huge construction truck had it’s tire blow out in front of us.
I mean the tire totally obliterated into three million shards of exploding rubber. I’ve never seen anything like it in my life. Smoke, bits of rubber, a swerving concrete truck.
What the heck? I will not be sorry to leave Atlanta’s highways, I’ll tell you that much. Whew.
The truck ended up having to stop in busy traffic in the middle of a road with a thousand lanes. His rear right wheel was just a rim, not any rubber left at all.
I couldn’t make this stuff up.
Tyler’s aunt went with me to the airport. I think I mentioned yesterday that she was going to. I’m glad now because she was able to tell me which way to turn through all of these crazy, crazy traffic filled roads. Kentucky is not so scary as this.
When we got to the airport we had to wait for hours. I think three hours total. The poor kids were stuck in customs. I knew that would happen, it always does.
They finally came out. FINALLY.
The chaperone looks older than I thought he would. Misha and Mariana are tiny little things. Oh my goodness.
You guys they are adorable. I mean Mariana’s hands are like the size of Henry’s. She has a fluttery little voice. Misha is a perfect little stud. He probably wears size four or five in toddler clothes. He has beautiful eyes.
They were both extremely scared and shy. Mariana wouldn’t let anyone touch her, and Misha was so upset he wouldn’t even take his gift. Of course I know by now not to take it personally.
Mariana threw up a lot on the 25 minute drive back to Tyler’s Grandma’s house. The eight hour car ride tomorrow will be fun. Ugh. But I brought dissolving Zofran, so we will probably be ok.
When we got back to Tyler’s Grandma’s house they had the whole family over for a huge meal. I know they were just trying to be hospitable, but I felt so bad for the kids and the chaperone because all they wanted to do was sit somewhere quiet and relax, and sleep. I was 1 in the morning Ukraine time!
The family stayed for two hours. Mariana spent most of that time crying in a corner in the kitchen refusing to move. She finally came into the living room when I showed her Russian cartoons on the iPad.
Misha was trying so hard to stay awake. I turned on the TV and they recognized Dora. Misha loves Dora. That cartoon has even made it to Ukraine?? Dora knows no borders apparently.
Once the family finally left I managed to corral the kids into the bedroom. Misha took a shower, but Mariana is stubborn. (I say stubborn, but it’s really overwhelmed/scared/exhausted…) She refused to put on pajamas, shower, or put on her pull-up thing. She brought some with her and knew what they were! I put a waterproof mattress pad on the bed this afternoon, so I didn’t need to fight that battle tonight with an overtired, scared child.
They are so adorable you all. I can’t even…
They chatter to each other non-stop. They spent about an hour exploring all of the many, many things in Tyler’s Grandma’s bedroom where they are sleeping. (Tyler’s Grandma is recently remarried and staying at her new husband’s house nearby, so I am alone here with the kids and Henry.)
Misha kills me. He is quieter than Mariana, and he loves electronics. He got out all the cords he could find and tried to hook stuff up. Then when he was done he expertly cleaned everything up and put it away perfectly where it all came from. I was extremely impressed. He also carefully folded all of the clothes I brought for him in a stack.
Mariana is more of a whirlwind, but again I think some of that is driven by anxiety. She is beautiful in person, very different from her picture. Her hair is still very short. I’m a little anxious that her personality will clash with Rosie’s, because she reminds me of Rosie. We shall see!
My Russian and Ukrainian skills are better than I thought. I am able to understand many key words and say quite a bit of important sentences related to parenting.
I haven’t really taken any pictures. I’m dead tired!