Ready…..Set…….
….and we’re getting ready to go. Keith installed a court countdown clock on our computers – I know it’s 11 days, 2 hours and change until we’re in court. We leave a week from today – omigosh, we’re not packed! (Go ahead, Konen, say it – my packing list isn’t laminated, either.) But we’re getting there.
Keith is concentrating on getting us there – tickets, Visas, hotel accomodations, maps, the I-600A - all the “point A to point B” stuffola.
You don’t “just go to Russia.” You secure a “letter of invitation.” You request a visa. You have to show reservations to leave the country. You have to prove you can support yourself in the country. You have to document where you’re staying, and what you’re planning to do while you’re there. You think Russia – or any other sane country – would tolerate this idiocy about illegal immigrants’ “rights”? But I digress.
I’m concentrating on getting the home front covered – childcare for three kids in school, Scouts, choir, clubs, etc. for 12 – 20 days. Both of us are tying up loose ends at work and have requested unpaid time off – kind’o'scary. I’ve not been without a full-time paycheck since I graduated from high school, other than a couple of weeks on half-pay after having Lois. I said goodbye to my boss Sharon today – she’s in Chicago next week, and of course we leave Saturday – I won’t see her again until June 5, and I’ll miss her.
We’re using our guestroom as a staging area for snack foods, orphanage gifts, caretaker gifts, our own clothes, etc. We want to take as few clothes as possible. Woolite and hotel bathtubs are my friends.
Of course, we’re preparing for Guanna-to-be-Julia personally, too. I’m putting in my car seat this weekend (she’s six years old, but she’s little). I strapped a booster seat to a kitchen chair last weekend. And yes, the girls and I have bought just a few little things. ![]()
I bought this one-piece hoodie in November of 2004, shortly after we submitted our dossier. Unbelievably….it’s a 5T, which is what I believe she is going to wear.
We bought three pairs of light-up sneakers. I think the 10.5 pair will fit, though we’ll take the 9.5 pair and the 12 pair just to be safe. We’ll leave the other two pairs at Children’s Home #47.
And toys and books – oh yeah! A package of “machinas” – Matchbox cars – I didn’t see any small cars in the Children’s Home and I think she’ll like them. She seemed to like all things mechanical. Some more small “kuklas” – dolls. Coloring books and crayons. A terrific “My Big Word Book” from cousin Sarah – we’ll start looking at that our first evening in the hotel. Toothbrushes – they were neither in evidence physically in the Children’s Home, or by the look of the black on her teeth.
She has a floor pillow in the den with her name on it, stacked among those personalized “Rachel,” “Lois,” and “Hannah.” There’s a yellow “Julia” embroidered on an aqua Nemo towel in the bathroom she will share with Lois and Hannah. She told us her favorite books were stories “about the bear,” a series of Russian fairy tales. We bought a book of those tales in St. Pete, plus a lovely set of nesting dolls, a few religious icons and CDs of Russian Orthodox cantors.
No, we don’t speak Russian and no, she doesn’t speak English – but we do have “cheat sheets” scattered about the house that contain dozens of useful phrases like, “Zdes bol-eet?” – “Does it hurt here?” And one we may need if Rachel doesn’t learn to turn down that stereo, ”Po-che-moo tea kree-cheesh?” – “Why are you screaming?” Keith and I have Russian adoption MP3s on our Rios but I confess he has been the more diligent student. I have nyet ear for languages.
We have antiobiotics, scabies cream and clear Benadryl a’plenty for her, plus a small pharmacy for ourselves crammed into a Ziplog bag. Keith and I have been poked, prodded, measured, evaluated and examined at least six times in the last 18 months to keep our required medicals current, as well as innoculated against everything that can grow in a petri dish.
Please, please be praying that our 10 days is waived so we can bring Guanna-to-be-Julia home quickly.
Her room – to be shared with Hannah – is ready. Her clothes are ready. Her family is MORE than ready. The court date is set. It’s time to go.
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oh em gee. me & guanna wear the same shoe size. how convienient. we can be shoe sharing buddies. ok well actually, i just a couple of sizes off. but like, 9.5 kids, 14 womens….whats the big difference?
Don’t stay gone long! I don’t know how long I can stand you being in a different country. Don’t make me come get you! If I can find those baby video’s I’ll have Trace get them to you. Good luck! We’re praying for you!!!
As they say at NASA, “we are in a smooth count.” Go with God my dear Woodworth friends … bring our youngest new Woodworth home to us soon. You are NOT the only ones feeling this extended pregnancy … and more importantly, praying for a successful, sweet, and 10-day extended visit to St. Pete free beginning (that is, of course, what the end of a pregnancy is, Lord willing … and He is, my dears, He is).
Goodnight Julia, soon you shall be home.
Nemo is waiting. And so are we.