Now, Marie’s view of the afternoon…

Okay, Bill went to take a nap so I finally get to use the laptop. At least people out here agree with my politics… I can’t believe this, I traveled half way around the world for my daughter and the director told us when she asked Aidana this morning what she did earlier, she replied as a matter of fact “my poppa came today” I swear I never win. It’s funny she hasn’t said a word to us yet and we had to hide behind a door to hear her speak. It’s probably the language difference. Speaking of language, Bill has now reverted to speaking only in a made up broken English dialect to everyone all the time and is making us all crazy, as if understanding English is not difficult enough for them to learn. When we are asked a question we don’t understand we just answer with words that rhyme to their question. It works very well. Back to Aidana, she is a little thumb sucker so today I brought her a pacifier because she has a blister on her thumb and she liked it a lot. When we get home, her and Anthony could celebrate “nana-fest”. While visiting her today we had such an overwhelming feeling come over us that is the right thing to do. We both thanked God for considering us for such an awesome gift. Well I think it’s time for my nap now too. We still have jet lag as our days and nights are mixed up and reversed, on top of that, it doesn’t t even get dark here until almost 11pm. Most of the time we don’t even know what day it is of course out her it’s always your tomorrow we are so confused!

Paka paka!
May 27, 2005

We got to the baby house about 10 am, we didn’t see any kids in the yard. Where do they go? This place must be bigger than it looks because you don’t hear a lot of children yelling, crying or even see many, yet there are probably about 50-60 kids in the various groups. They said tomorrow we could play in the yard with Aidana but not when the other kids are around as this makes them feel bad. We were looking forward to seeing her play with her friends and also playing with them too. Maybe next week they will loosen up.

Aidana walked in, with the typical blank stare on her face, not a happy look, not sad, just a look. That slowly changes as I pull out a bag of fruit snacks. She had a couple of red ones and chewed away, then she pulled out an orange one and looked at it as if it were something totally different. I could actually see her thinking about whether or not she should put it in her mouth. I motioned to her to eat it; she didn’t take long to decide. I noticed that she seemed to listen to us very well and it gave me the feeling that she was opening up to us. She seemed tired and started to suck her thumb, Marie picked her up and rocked her, within minutes, and she was asleep. The caregiver soon came in and woke her for lunch.
She waived good bye, still no words though. She did start to smile a few times with Marie; it’s a start! We did hear her in the hall mumble a few words, such a deep voice for a little girl! We took a taxi home with Habiba. The driver heard us talking in English and we heard him say to her “American?” She said yes. Then the talk was quickly politics as we drove by some abandoned buildings from the soviet days and he said “Bush's fault, new Bush worse than old Bush”. I joked and immediately said “No, No, Clinton good” he laughed and said “I Like Clinton; Clinton loves good” They don’t seem to like Bush much around here. Marie laughed and said we need a woman president and Habiba replied “Yes, Hillary” I’m amazed how much people around the world follow American politics.
On the way home, Habiba stopped for juice and motioned for us to come in with her. We made it to the door and she turned to us and said quite abruptly, “maybe you should wait in the car” I noticed a man with army fatigues inside the store. We went to the car, when he left, she told us to come in. She explained that he was Kazakh’s form of the KGB. I asked if there was trouble and she said no, there would just have been a lot of questions. I don’t know if it mattered but we did not have our passports with us. When we got home, I said “okay, what about this KGB?” She said that they have asked her questions before about what she does, who she works with, how much she charges etc. She says they have even asked taxi drivers and neighbor’s questions about her. In general, Kazakh people are very proud and many do not like foreigners adopting their children. Habiba’s husband is a Major or sort of the chief of police for the area (did I mention this before? We feel safe staying in his home) Habiba says the “Federal Policza (KGB) and the local Polizia do not like each other. Seems like the KGB would like to keep tabs on what happens with foreigners in this country. The more things change, the more they stay the same, I guess.
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