I am quite desperately in love with these children.
We had a horrible car trip home. I thought it would never, ever end. Sweet Jesus have mercy.
It was about nine hours. NINE.
We hit multiple wrecks, road constructions, and traffic jams. WHY?
Mariana outright refused to take any motion sickness medication. She threw up many, many times. Finally at one point I pulled out the strawberry flavored dissolving Zofran and she was convinced to eat one after Misha ate one in front of her and showed her that they were ok.
Misha didn’t throw up, but he must not have felt well either. About 45 minutes after the Zofran both of the kids were laughing, eating crackers and drinking juice, and generally happy.
Zofran, drug of miracles.
This is after the Zofran:
They adore Rosie and Ada. Within the first hour of meeting each other Mariana had done their hair and painted their nails with nail polish she packed from Ukraine.
Tonight they all wanted to sleep in one bedroom together. Our bedrooms are huge. Misha is sleeping in the full bed, Rosie and Mariana are sleeping in the twin bunk over top, and Ada had me bring the toddler bed in there for her to sleep at the foot of Misha’s bed.
Misha cracks me up. He wanted me to show him how to work the blinds, the fan, the fan in my room, and then he got out the vacuum cleaner and plugged it in and wanted me to show him how to turn it on so he could vacuum his new room. He reminds me of Handy Manny mixed with Curious George. He’s so easy going and quiet, but sweeeeet and very clever.
Mariana is definitely a little fairy sprite. She is Tinker Bell in the flesh. She has a cute pixie haircut, even though it was shaved and not lovingly trimmed that way. She’s firey and she cries easily, and at the same time she is kind and loving.
She is sad, I can tell. She looks at me with this look in her eyes as if she’s begging for approval. She tends to shut down when upset. She gets upset when it’s time to go to a different place, go to bed, etc.
Igor had all of these same behaviors at first also, and look how he turned out!
I have lots to write about the chaperone, but I am so tired. It’s almost 1 in the morning. I didn’t sleep last night or the night before, and I’ve driven 16 hours in the past few days on top of caring for five children alone. Two of which don’t even speak my language. Whew.