Tagged: summer hosting

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DonutFace Vlog!

I’ve been thinking a lot about Vladik and Igor lately. We haven’t talked to Igor since he got back to Ukraine. He can use his roommate’s phone to Skype with us, but he hasn’t. I know better than to take it personally. Life is just unfair. I love that kid. Despite everything, I love him and I will never stop. I’ll never forget the way the top of his head smells, just like one of my own children. I still haven’t...

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Vlad’s Story: The Prequel & The Beginning

You know, sometimes I think we spend a lot of time denying ourselves happiness and joy in life. Who in their right mind would turn down joy? That would be absurd, would it not? But every time someone tells me they could never do that– They could never have x amount of children because it would be too exhausting/expensive/scary/whatever. They could never host or foster a child because it would be too hard to send them back. It’s not fair to...

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The Big Flashing Neon Sign.

I’m not sure what just happened. It involves my big glaring neon sign (see previous entry), an hours long phone conversation, and a child named Vladik. O_O You have to know that I hate talking on the phone. I avoid it. I don’t answer it. I never, ever talk on the phone for hours. Ever. My friend told me there was a cute little boy named Vladik on the host list for summer hosting with the organization she uses. I looked...

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A Million and One Ways to Break Your Heart.

First thing this morning I got a call on Skype. He was using his roommate’s phone. He was sniffling. He asked me if he could please come to me again, that he wants to come home to our family. He begged me to bring him home to us for Christmas. :’( He needs us. We can’t get rid of this kid. It’s hard, it’s scary, and for whatever reason God insists that he is mine. And I love him. And Tyler...

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Why can it never be simple and easy? Where is the happy ending?

Igor is already back at the orphanage. His mother and older brother dropped him back off today. Two days. They kept him for two whole days and then returned him to the orphanage without his suitcase full of food and winter clothing. Only with his backpack. I don’t know what was in the backpack. I hope it was his new backpack. We also sent back his old ratty backpack because we’re supposed to return everything they bring since it’s orphanage property....

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Video.

It still feels like someone is missing from our home. Everything is too quiet. Too easy. Tyler and I made a video slideshow of our summer with Igor. (Click on the video to watch it full screen and in HD!) Monday the kids are starting (home)school. I need to finish finally unpacking our house and get us into a normal routine. Life continues on. We got word that Igor’s bio family picked him up once he got back to Ukraine today....

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Afterthoughts.

Igor is on the plane making his way back to Ukraine. Tyler is on a plane heading back to Columbus from the airport in Atlanta. I feel…exhausted. You know how you can be full of mysterious energy, adrenaline I guess, while something is happening and then once it’s over you are just wiped out? That’s how I feel. I’ve been hyper vigilant and on my toes non-stop for eleven weeks, and now I can suddenly relax a little. I may need...

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Before & After

Here’s a quick before and after comparison. Igor arriving at the airport in June, and eleven weeks later on his last day here, today.

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At the Zoo

This weekend we went to the zoo with Igor. Rosie hates it because Igor demands all of the attention, constantly talking and trying to make us go faster, then complaining that he’s tired, or hot, or his belly hurts… We have a zoo membership, so I had to keep reminding the girls that we can come back next week and walk as slow as we want! Here are a few random videos I made of Igor at the zoo, just for...

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This isn’t how it’s supposed to end.

Something happened yesterday that probably gave me a shock of gray hair right down the middle of my head. We live in a subdivision with construction at the end of the block. During daytime hours we have a constant stream of dump trucks and flatbed trucks going up and down our street loaded down with heavy materials. Our house sits in a slight curve of the road and the trucks go fast around it without slowing down. The speed limit is...