Now that I have a mouth full of Korona with more in arms reach, I will attempt to retell the story and hope I don't leave out any of the good stuff...
So at about 12:30 today I picked the kids up for some shopping. I had already told the kids what we needed to buy and how many but we were only 2 steps in to the bizarre when I suggested socks and Ivan said "nooo..its okay" So back out we go, to the side, out of the way of the crowd. I take out my phone and pull up the online translator. I basically told them if we do not buy clothes they will be naked when I get them. That seemed to do the trick. :)
We quickly found a jacket for Olya and were off to a great start...I thought. It was hard for them though...they were concerned about costs and didn't want to seem like they needed anything...I guess trying not to be what they might think is a burden or problem. I would point at each stand and say "this? Or this? Do u like? Yes? No?" and eventually moved to "pleeease! Help!" and slowly we began to find things.
Overall we did well. We still need a few things but we checked most things off our list. It stinks not being able to bargain shop...there just is what there is but what choice did I have?
They both only found one top each that they liked. I would not have picked either one...they are very Ukrainian like, probably will not wear them long in America but they were not inappropriate and they were happy so....its all good.
On the way back to the hotel to drop off our things, we stopped in the super market. We bought toothbrushes, deodorant, men's shampoo, shower sponges (or whatever they are called lol) and candy. They certainly know what kind of candy they like and were finally comfortable enough to choose a few things when I asked them to. :)
Later we headed to dinner in a cafeteria style restaurant. It was so much easier for them because I think they are becoming more comfortable letting me know what they like (not as comfortable as our other 5 kids though. Ha!) and they could see what they were choosing.
At dinner they told me about how little time they get for eating at the orphanage. They have to shovel in their food and move out. I shared with them what I witnessed of Nadia at the Baby House...they practically choked the children shoving WAY too much food and WAY too fast into the mouths of these little ones.
As we walked back to the hotel we were on the discussion of learning English. It turns out they already speak 3 languages...Russian, Ukrainian and Bulgarian! I told them to know 4 languages is incredible, maybe someday they will make good money with this knowledge. :)
At the hotel we got just a little bit rowdy lol. The bubbles from Gymboree that Ashley sent with me were put to good use by the girls. Olya and Nadia were having a blast!
Soon Ivan was taking pictures with my phone and everyone (ok..me and Olya...but mostly Olya) was getting silly. We laughed a lot...I wondered if we were being disruptive of the other hotel guests but only hoped not lol
Olya is a very fun and silly girl. Ivan is also fun but would get concerned if he thought Olya was being too silly but I tried to reassure him it was okay, she was fine.
At about 4:30 I was going to call the cab to be sure I had them back by 5. The kids insisted that the caregiver said between 5 and 7 but the fact that she and I both showed 5 fingers and she said "pyat" ("five") and I mimicked the same, I thought it was pretty clear they were to be back by 5. How they convinced me to keep them until 6:00 I may never know. Can you imagine how bad that could be if I was supposed to have them back at 5?! What a risk! I must be crazy!
At 5:30 we were getting ready to go. They then tried to convince me that I did not have to drag Nadia back out in the cold and to just send them back alone in the cab. Eh...I think not! Noway! Yeah, have them back an hour late and I am nowhere in sight. Not happening!
When we got to the orphanage it was completely dark out (we turned the clocks back last week). There are no lights on the grounds yet there were unsupervised children playing on the monkey bars in the dark and other little kids playing soccer.
As we came around the outside of the building I heard LOUD MUSIC BOOMING! I asked what it was and they claimed it was the tv. Seemed too loud to be the tv though.
We walked into the building, down the hall and music was getting louder. It seriously sounded like and almost felt like I walked into a night club! We rounded a familiar corner (ah, the one I was standing at when I was told to bring them back at 5) and down the hall, towards the stairwell to their rooms, was pitch black! And I do mean pitch black! This is where the loud music was blaring from. I asked "what is this?" and they said "ahh...disco". I asked "dancing?" and Olya says "yes. You don't like? I like?" Its not that I don't like dancing....well, not sober but that's a different blog lol...just seemed surprising.
In the darkness I guess I expected strobe lights...were there actually children in there?? So as we stood there trying to talk over the music, they were telling me there is no teacher or caregiver for me to return them too....AGAIN, like yesterday (huh?)..the lights turned on in the common area ahead for just long enough for me to see a few kids...2 were maybe 7, 8 or 9 years old! Sound like a recipe for disaster? Wow!
So I want to know....can I take me kids out yet??
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