Meeting Tanya for the First Time.
Too tired to write anything coherent.
Tanya is sweet, crazy, loving, hyper, super smart, busy, and wonderful.
The night before she was due to arrive we made her a welcome sign. It says, “Hello Tanya!” on it in Ukrainian. (Priveet Tanya!)
That night Rosie lost her second top front tooth!
We picked Tanya up from the airport in Atlanta on Wednesday. We had to wait almost three hours after she landed because the computer system in customs went down and there was a huge back up of people. The waiting was so tough. We waited, and waited, and waited some more.
This is the Atlanta coordinator working hard coordinating. Her daughter is in the pink shirt. She was adopted from Ukraine at age 11.
Did I mention the long, intense waiting?
FINALLY we saw them come past customs through those closely guarded glass doors!
(These pictures below are from another person, I stole them from Facebook.)
Tanya is in the purple pants.
This little boy and his sister are in the process of being adopted by the other host family in Kentucky. (The woman waving in the picture above.)
They hosted him at Christmas and he was so happy to see his Mama and Papa again.
I snapped this picture of him running into his papa’s arms.
The walk down that corridor took eternity.
All of the families surrounded the kids and the chaperone let go of Tanya’s hand. I could see her but there were too many people in the way to reach her.
She looked terrified. She was trying so hard not to cry. That made me cry! I worked my way over to her and bent down on her level to say hello and hug her. She wouldn’t look at me, but she hid her face in my shirt.
Meeting Tyler for the first time:
Meeting Rosie for the first time:
Ada just wanted to know why we were still at the stupid airport. She said, “Mommy take me and just walk home now.”
We gave her a stuffed dog to hold.
I was SO tired. Tanya was terrified. Ada was angry. Rosie was overjoyed. Tyler was overcome with emotion. It’s an honest family portrait!
We got the translator to tell Tanya that we had to go to Grandma’s house for the night, and then we would drive 7 hours to our home.
She was exhausted and scared. She threw up in the car about ten minutes past the airport, but she caught it all in her hands except for one tiny bit. They train them to do that at the orphanage so they don’t make a mess.
Tyler cleaned her up and she promptly fell sound asleep for the remaining 10 minute drive back to Tyler’s Grandma’s house.
When she woke up in the driveway she was totally reset. She unbuckled Ada from her carseat and shyly walking into the house with me. She sat on the couch for a minute, then ran and hid in the corner. She was trying hard not to cry again. I snuggled her and led her to the bathroom away from everyone else. She really had to pee, and then she saw the giant bathtub. Her entire face just lit up.
Then she told me she would rather shower, and shower she did! For about 45 minutes. After riding 10 hours on a train through Ukraine, taking a three hour flight, and then taking a 10 hour flight across the Atlantic, and THEN sitting in airport on the floor for 3 hours she didn’t smell very good. (The whole group of kids was rank, poor things.)
I helped her scrub off and checked her for lice. (None, thankfully!)
Then she played in the water and laughed and laughed.
After she finally got out she wanted to explore Grandma’s house. She was incredibly hyper.
She loves to play peek-a-boo, or cuckoo as she calls it.
She also loves dolls.
More later, I keep falling asleep while typing.
Here’s an instagram of Tanya today at home.