<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33864135</id><updated>2012-01-29T05:08:55.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing Oleg Home!</title><subtitle type='html'>Our sweet Oleg lived as an orphan in the Country of Ukraine. His village in located in the Kharkiv region. His orphanage is the Sakhnovschina boarding school. Sadly, he had lived as an orphan since he was four years old. By God's grace this wonderful and bright child came home with us to live forever. This is our journey...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11733219705463523263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/335199066_b0092ee5f2_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33864135.post-2813940195399099063</id><published>2007-10-29T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T14:06:50.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One year later....</title><content type='html'>A year has passed…and it went by so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrington’s adoption was finalized a year ago. It all seems so surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that raining day in October, as I left John and Carrington behind I couldn’t help but feel like I had just received a ‘Get out of jail free’ card. I found myself arriving home to my three boys, so happy to hold them, yet bone tired and weary from jet lag. Although I missed John and Carrington, I truly was so glad to be back in my own house and my own bed….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I spent my time thinking: “There’s no place like home! There’s no place like home!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan and I started decorating our home for the holidays, searching for Halloween costumes, and I was preparing to be a single mom for three weeks. Aidan was excited to know his new brother was coming home, his momma was there, and all was right with his world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I find it as if Carrington has always been with us – like he was here in spirit all along. He has his challenges, but has come so far. He is an energetic, loving and ‘most of the time’ a polite child. My favorite thing is when he hugs me tight and says, ”I love you mom!” Totally unprompted – with as much love as mom can hope to receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I find myself wanting to move on with Carrington’s story. This chapter of his life has ended…he is no longer a survivor; he is living…as a child with a home and a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are finding my Blog for the first time, welcome! I started it in order to share my story from a special prospective. That of a family that found a child they never knew they were missing through hosting. Please start in the archives at September ‘06 and read up and away…that is when I put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard) and started sharing my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, if you are inclined, I invite you to follow us in our new journey for our little girl I refer to as ‘Rose’. www.kympatterson2.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care and may God bless you on your journey of love…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kym&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33864135-2813940195399099063?l=kympatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/2813940195399099063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33864135&amp;postID=2813940195399099063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/2813940195399099063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/2813940195399099063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-year-later.html' title='One year later....'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11733219705463523263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/335199066_b0092ee5f2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33864135.post-5223051363112817376</id><published>2007-08-08T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:15:06.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, here are some new pictures and a update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Patterson family has been very busy! I can't believe it has been 7 months since my last post...how time flies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In a few days Carrington will have been home 9 months. Time has flown. He is enjoying his summer to the fullest. The only downer for him is that due to all of the countless summer trips and events, our pool is not up. We hear about it often :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I write this, John and Carrington are in the Uukraine with RU4Children. My husband is directing a leadership camp for orphaned children in Kharkiv. They hike 5 or so miles each day and then set up camp. Once settled in they learn about leadership through encounters and God through prayer and lessons. They reached Crimea today and I heard from John for the first time since he has left. They are having a super time. I asked how Carrington was doing. John said he was doing great and quite a novelty among the other children who have so many questions about America and his family here. AND, John has a built in translator...and it gives Carrington some interesting status to be able to speak two different languages. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Carrington finished his first school year with terrific grades. I am very proud of his accomplishments. He tries hard to learn and please. We are still dealing with the issues of disrespect in voice tone and words/actions. But that too is improving greatly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I finally was able to get the pictures off of my camera of our trip to Ukraine and I have inserted them into the appropriate posts. Here are a few below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the only two pictures I have of Carrington as a little boy. He is 8 yrs old here and this was taken before he was transferred to the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;boarding school&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx0kpyRoLT4/RrqHxNuYGAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/P_CRSbbNEQY/s1600-h/IMG_3451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096535207890655234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx0kpyRoLT4/RrqHxNuYGAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/P_CRSbbNEQY/s320/IMG_3451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx0kpyRoLT4/RrqGmtuYF_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/oMxz84E3atY/s1600-h/December_2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096533927990401010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx0kpyRoLT4/RrqGmtuYF_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/oMxz84E3atY/s320/December_2005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the picture of him taken for URGEX. We we did not see this until after he was on his way. He is the child on the far left. Look at that smirk !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33864135-5223051363112817376?l=kympatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/5223051363112817376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33864135&amp;postID=5223051363112817376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/5223051363112817376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/5223051363112817376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/2007/08/finally-some-new-pictures.html' title='Finally, here are some new pictures and a update...'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11733219705463523263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/335199066_b0092ee5f2_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx0kpyRoLT4/RrqHxNuYGAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/P_CRSbbNEQY/s72-c/IMG_3451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33864135.post-4465330534570774895</id><published>2006-12-27T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:15:06.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas we will never forget!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx0kpyRoLT4/RZLSf-YOZaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xVvbX9edDpI/s1600-h/christmas2006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013300781979166114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx0kpyRoLT4/RZLSf-YOZaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xVvbX9edDpI/s320/christmas2006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bryce, Aidan, Chris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me, John, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and Carrington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Merry Christmas dear friends! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This family photo is so near and dear to my heart! I cannot describe to you how wonderful it was to be together as a family and having this moment caught forever in time! The joy of this time together was clearly plastered all over our faces! Carrington even requested a 'crazy' photo which was taken where the older boys are holding him and Aidan upside down...I will try to upload it later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Christmas at the Patterson's has been eventful! Many friends and family stopped by Saturday and we made sugar cookies that night. Chris and Bryce helped round out the evening by playing 'Santa" and finished up the gifts under the tree for the next morning. They have as much fun with this as we do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Christmas morning was met with much glee and excitement as Carrington ran down the hall way to be greeted by a brand new bike. To that date Carrington has been riding an older 10 speed which his legs were about 10 inches to short for...but with great determination he made due. He would tell us 'It's okay mama - I fall off okay - it's good job!" Which translated means that he jumps off the bike before it crashes to the ground and somehow avoids any bumps or bruises. The new bike is a 22 inch rough terrain cycle and much better suited for such a small boy. Aidan received the Leapster video player and is in hog heaven. Between Santa and all our family and friends, they both are well equiped for many months of fun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As far as Carrington's introduction to American life, he is doing very well. In fact, Carrington started school 4 weeks ago and to date seems to be doing well. However, we have had several instances where daddy had to show up at school (much to an embarrassed Carrington's dismay). With Carrington there is no grey, only black and white.  Justice is very important to him. If one person gets a 'talking to" then the other person should also. As we all know that does not always happen in the schools. Actually, a couple of referrals are already under his belt, but he REALLY likes the Principle, which is good. John convinced him that the Principle is his (John's) friend. He can go to the Principle for anything. The reason this is good  is because Carrington really has no reason to trust many adults. (He even told us Christmas Eve morning that one of his teachers stole his CD player, to give to her daughter, and his picture book of his trip here. It was the one he called a bad name while we were there-LOL!He was very matter of fact but says he has his real family now so it doesn't matter...*sniff sniff*...my little man is so good hearted!) The last time there was a problem in class, Carrington walked right out and went to the office. Of course we had to remind him to ask permission first...the independence issues that follow life in an orpahnage are tough to deal with at times. They are use to being  so self sufficient. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The latest incident was when he was being silly in class and the teacher asked him to stand outside. After 5 or so minutes she told him to come in, at which he decided he WOULD NOT...Sooo, that was the first referral :) The second incident was when a game of wresteling got out of hand and Carrington decided "Hey, if you're gonna take someone down, you take them ALL the way down". Not school friendly to say the least. Hence forth daddy's second visit to school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The children play so rough at the orphanages that it is really hard for them to play any different, but Carrington is adjusting. All is all Carrington has done so well in his transition that it is mind numbing. His English is terrific, and even though he speaks no Ukranian while at home, he and our friends' son Valera talk to each other in their foreign tongue weekly. If it wasn't for his sweet accent, you would never guess he is not a born American. All in all he fits our family like a glove...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We are all so blessed and to have this child in our lives. I am so grateful that he arrived home before the Holidays, and I will always remember this time in our lives where we celebrated Christ's birth and celebrated family caring as a complete and forever family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank you God,  you are so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy New Year to all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kym&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33864135-4465330534570774895?l=kympatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/4465330534570774895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33864135&amp;postID=4465330534570774895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/4465330534570774895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/4465330534570774895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-we-will-never-forget.html' title='A Christmas we will never forget!'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11733219705463523263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/335199066_b0092ee5f2_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx0kpyRoLT4/RZLSf-YOZaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xVvbX9edDpI/s72-c/christmas2006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33864135.post-361507527548005122</id><published>2006-11-15T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T13:17:44.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If a picture could talk...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh4.google.com/image/miminto/RVYfjud7ABI/AAAAAAAAAR4/2S5PpVhMbBE/IMG_7806.JPG?"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh4.google.com/image/miminto/RVYfjud7ABI/AAAAAAAAAR4/2S5PpVhMbBE/IMG_7806.JPG?" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It would say " Let me tell you the story of a little boy who found his true family waiting for him in America"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Carrington and Aidan leaving the airport...&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I need to say more than&lt;br /&gt;My cup runneth over... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33864135-361507527548005122?l=kympatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/361507527548005122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33864135&amp;postID=361507527548005122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/361507527548005122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/361507527548005122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/2006/11/if-picture-could-talk.html' title='If a picture could talk...'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11733219705463523263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/335199066_b0092ee5f2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33864135.post-3562737935637112111</id><published>2006-11-15T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T14:50:07.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh3.google.com/image/miminto/RVYe_M2cABI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ZuaYlp6O13g/IMG_7794.JPG?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh4.google.com/image/miminto/RVYeZLVJABI/AAAAAAAAAPI/wIbwH-l-XcI/IMG_7784.JPG?imgmax=512" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33864135-8592843555910530169?l=kympatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/8592843555910530169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33864135&amp;postID=8592843555910530169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/8592843555910530169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/8592843555910530169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11733219705463523263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/335199066_b0092ee5f2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33864135.post-4687459932366639105</id><published>2006-11-15T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T14:55:30.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Arrival...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh3.google.com/image/miminto/RVYd_qq2ABI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/68W7ssXwLSQ/IMG_7777.JPG?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh3.google.com/image/miminto/RVYd_qq2ABI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/68W7ssXwLSQ/IMG_7777.JPG?imgmax=512" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.google.com/miminto/RVYd_qq2ABI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/68W7ssXwLSQ/IMG_7777.JPG?"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kevin, Jacob, Teresa, Bryceton, John and I, Chris, and Mike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Carrington, Aidan, Valera, and Marie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Appropriately named by my friend Mike, 'The Arrival' took place in the early morning of Saturday November 11th. Aidan and I had been up since 5 am in anticipation of the homecoming. I met my friends in the airport lobby and we were all ready to greet John and Carrington with fun signs and flags, but they snuck up on us the same way I did my boys when I came home. There we were, all talking and socializing when someone said "There's John!" Darn! He came strolling through the glass doors with Carrington - big smile on his face and all! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waived my 'Welcome Home Carrington' banner for 2 seconds then ran to greet my new son. He jumped into my arms as Aidan jumped into Johns and were were done! We are now a family together at last! I gotta tell ya, it feels GREAT! The long adventure is finally over, and a new one now begins. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thank God who in all things are possible - for I would not have this child in my life if it were not for Him. I am thankful for the love and support of my friends &amp;amp; family who have been with us each and every step of the way. I thank our church family for their donations and spiritual caring as we set upon this goal to add Carrington to our family. I am grateful to Ninel and all her hard work through URGEX and the hosting program she supports. And I especially thank Marie Bebe whom without her love and caring for these Ukrainian children I would never had met Carrington to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that gives me goose bumps on my goose bumps, and has put tears in my eyes once more: It has recently come to my attention that it was exactly one year ago this weekend that it was announced during church services that there was a child coming to visit here through a hosting program who needed a family to show him America. It gives me great warmth and joy in my heart to know that not only were we that family then, but we now will be that family FOREVER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you all wherever you are in your life path as He has us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From greatful heart...&lt;br /&gt;Kym &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33864135-4687459932366639105?l=kympatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/4687459932366639105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33864135&amp;postID=4687459932366639105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/4687459932366639105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/4687459932366639105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/2006/11/arrival.html' title='The Arrival...'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11733219705463523263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/335199066_b0092ee5f2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33864135.post-4181740267649114378</id><published>2006-11-15T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:15:07.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes from John</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx0kpyRoLT4/RrqKUtuYGBI/AAAAAAAAACE/c8PFb8851j4/s1600-h/IMG_3389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096538016799266834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx0kpyRoLT4/RrqKUtuYGBI/AAAAAAAAACE/c8PFb8851j4/s320/IMG_3389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;November 4, 2006&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is well in Ukraine. I awoke this morning to a deafening quiet. After a night of the wind howling thru the cracks around the window and trees banging against the building, not a creature was stirring not even a goose. To my surprise when I looked out the window all was white. Snow had graced the little village of Sakhnovschina, but it was lost on the inhabitance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked Oleg to school, for the last time, a car raced around the corner. Splashing ice and mud on the sidewalk and racing by within inches, like a Formula One race car driver. Life is the same as the day before, just a little colder. Welcome to Fall in Ukraine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of last week in Kharkov working with Trey and Slava at Orphanage #4. There is an amazing difference in the children at this orphanage. As we walked thru the building many of the children ran to greet us with smiles and hugs. Clearly there is a healthy relationship with these children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RU4Children was given a storage room for their materials and educational supplies. I was asked to help clean and organize this area. What a challenge, without the proper tools and supplies, well lets just say “you can not make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear”. The children were excited to help us. Just a few at first, later we had to divide the children into two teams. The space was too small to have everyone in the room at one time. The boys were moving boxes furniture while I was teaching the girls to drill holes and drive screws. By the end of the day we were joking and having a good time. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096539004641744930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx0kpyRoLT4/RrqLONuYGCI/AAAAAAAAACM/ghwRQpz__f8/s320/IMG_3340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we bought paint for the door into the storage room. As soon as I started painting the door, here came the boys asking to help. As each child took a turn paining a small section of the door, I could not help but think about Tom Sawyer. Life is not that much different here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned to Sakhnovschina Friday morning. This is the last day of our 10 day waiting period. The court decree is final on Saturday, but of course the Court is closed on Saturday. So Monday morning bright and early I will get the necessary paperwork to get Carrington (aka Oleg) release from the school. The importance of this day is not lost on Oleg. We were walking home from school Friday evening he brought up the subject of his “Ukrainian family”. We talked about his brother; I showed him pictures and a short video clip of our meeting. Oleg played the video clip over and over watching the details and asking questions. He is excited to meet his brother and to take him a gift. He shows great concern for his brother, asking to take him some food because “the food in the orphanage is bad.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oleg said he has never met his Father and does not know his name. His Mother; he remembers her name, face and the color of her eyes, but not much more. He stated his opinion of her very clearly several times and pulled no punches. We talked for two hours discussing family and dreams of his new life. This has been the most profound evening of my trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Sunday is the Good-bye party for Oleg’s friends. He is in the gift giving mode, being sure to give something small to friends and teachers. He has given away several items of new clothing that we have bought him. It warms my heart to see my son, who has had so little in life is generous to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next week will stark contrast to the last three weeks. We will make our way to Kharkov and then Kiev. Stopping along the way to meet officials and gather documents that will allow us to leave Ukraine and return to the US. I have an appointment with the US Embassy in Kiev on Wednesday. Then, I hope to leave Kiev no later than Friday November 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless you all and I hope to see you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33864135-4181740267649114378?l=kympatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/4181740267649114378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33864135&amp;postID=4181740267649114378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/4181740267649114378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/4181740267649114378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/2006/11/notes-from-john.html' title='Notes from John'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11733219705463523263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/335199066_b0092ee5f2_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx0kpyRoLT4/RrqKUtuYGBI/AAAAAAAAACE/c8PFb8851j4/s72-c/IMG_3389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33864135.post-6170332774326541917</id><published>2006-10-28T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:15:07.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx0kpyRoLT4/RrqOvNuYGGI/AAAAAAAAACs/QVcQ0JHWVkg/s1600-h/IMG_3228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096542870112311394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx0kpyRoLT4/RrqOvNuYGGI/AAAAAAAAACs/QVcQ0JHWVkg/s400/IMG_3228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear friends and family - We are now a complete family! At 3:15 on Wednsday the 25th of October the court judge declared that Oleg was now part of our family! I introduce to you the official name of our new son: Carrington Oleg Patterson. (Pictures will be posted asap - waiting on John to upload them from Slava's house Monday)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ukraine children have no middle names. We presented Oleg with three names John and I liked. Oleg choose Carrington. He told us "Oleg in Ukraine, Carrington in America, OK?" So there you have it...Oleg will be going by Carrington when he hits the states.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We are so awed by all of this. We are grateful to God, humbled, and find that most of the time there are no words to express our joy in this journey. Oleg is OURS...and our lives have been trully blessed by God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O yeah! HAPPY HAPPY, JOY JOY! I am doing the Snoopy dance! As I write I am at MY home in front of MY computer after sleeping in MY bed..and would kiss the ground if I didn't think I would catch something (I've burned up every ounce of sick leave...can't afford to be sick!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I wearily dragged myself off the final flight to Bako I was greeted by My dear friend Stephanie, Chris, Bryce and Aidan. I cried big time! I am soooo happy to be home! I was touched to see and hug my boys. It is so great to be HOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all thet plane ride back was okay...I'm just not tickled to fly half way across the world by myself. The service was excellent, it was just lonnnng! I flew over France, Ice Land, Green Land, the Hudson Bay, Canada, the Dakotas, the Rockies, and the closer we got the the west coast the more emotional I got. Europe is beautiful, but NOTHING holds a candle to the good old US of A. Our land is beautiful, magnificent, and unique. I am proud to be an American. I am happy to be on my own soil, and THRILLED to be where people understand English! LOL It take a couple more hours in flight arrive here than it did flying over. I find myself a little light headed, kinda need my 'land legs' back, but should be back on track tomorrow. As I said I am just so thrilled to finally be HOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current status is Oleg will remain at the boarding school this coming week (Monday to Friday) during some of the 10 day waiting period which will expire Monday November 6 (gotta include the weekend ARHG!) John is needed to assist with some projects at the Destiny Center (RU4Children). We cannot take Oleg out of the region so he will have to stay. Oleg is fine with this, as it is just Monday thru Friday, and John will be back in time to see him Friday afternoon. They will have a going away party for Oleg and his class. I bought each child a towel, socks, candy and cookies in Kharkiv for John so all he has to do is put it together...they ware planning on doing it Saturday Nov. 4th. It will be sad for the children to see Oleg go. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we hit the 11/6 day, the court decree can be picked up, and they need to make arrangements to finish the passport, visa, health check, and rearrange their flights home. John will be taking Oleg to see his brother Alex before they leave Kharkiv for Kiev, so that will delay them a bit too. We are shooting for that Friday or Saturday. We should hopefully know an exact date by the beginning of next week. I am just anxious for them to come home soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big party coming gang! BIG Party!&lt;br /&gt;*Grinning from ear to ear!*&lt;br /&gt;K~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33864135-6170332774326541917?l=kympatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/6170332774326541917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33864135&amp;postID=6170332774326541917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/6170332774326541917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/6170332774326541917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official!'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11733219705463523263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/335199066_b0092ee5f2_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx0kpyRoLT4/RrqOvNuYGGI/AAAAAAAAACs/QVcQ0JHWVkg/s72-c/IMG_3228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33864135.post-9027840610785237136</id><published>2006-10-24T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T22:09:24.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>October 24th</title><content type='html'>Tuesday October 24, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are on our way to Kharkiv to visit with Slava, Polina, and their new baby Michael. We were supposed to leave Sak. At 9 am. But it was very foggy and Andrew could not get to us till almost 11:30. The sun did make its way out however and as I write we are on our way. Unfortunately Oleg remains in school as we cannot take him out of the area. He understands that we will return Wednesday for court. The timing seems good as we woke up yesterday to no water and found out last night it will remain that way for three days. John and Oleg had to find the area well and trudge back water for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tree leaves are turning all different shades of gold, yellow, red, and orange. A true Fall. Something we don’t get to see a lot of in Bakersfield. The drive through this part of the country is picturesque. It reminds me of picture postcards form Vermont or New England. The roads are clear and there is more animal traffic than cars. At any given point you will see a man walking his cow by a rope, or another person shooing his or her geese across the road with a branch of leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned a lot about the culture out here in the middle of nowhere. People live in brick or cement buildings – a contrast to our wood and beam building techniques. The paint their door and window sashes different colors according to the region they live in and its characteristics’. For example, if they live near a lot of water, then blue is predominately used. If they live near a lot of trees, then it is green. Sak. has a lot of both of these colors on doors and windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to be finally going to court tomorrow...then I am on my way home! I will not be on a computer again till that time, so I will see you all soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord for he is GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33864135-9027840610785237136?l=kympatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/9027840610785237136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33864135&amp;postID=9027840610785237136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/9027840610785237136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/9027840610785237136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-24th.html' title='October 24th'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11733219705463523263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/335199066_b0092ee5f2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33864135.post-5567006196202751199</id><published>2006-10-24T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:15:07.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily journal...Days eight and nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Days eight and nine – The sun is finally out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a balmy 50 degrees here in Sak. The sun is shining ands my spirits are higher! I hate the doom and gloom that comes with clouds and rain. My psyche does much better when the sun is out and about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oleg was has been able to spend more time with us. John sat down and showed Oleg the calendar of events and the time line for him to come home. Oleg seemed quite happy that he and papa will be hanging out alone together…male bonding time…LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We taught Oleg how to play Skip Bo. Everything we teach him he picks up on quickly and wipes the board with us. He wins everything! I don’t know where he gets them from, but he will draw four or five wild cards off the deck, then turn over his pile card and there is another wild card. And I dealt them, so I know he is not cheating. He’s a card shark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ping pong table arrived today. After some deliberation on the best way to actually get the awkward and heavy box in the building, they then had to decide where to put it. It ended up on the boarding (sleeping) side in the common area. These are wide open areas off to the side of the building. The perfect place for a ping pong table. There were several men standing around to help, but John ad Andrew did a bulk of it. A particularly funny part was when John opened the box and threw the instructions over his shoulder. Andrew laughed and shook his head yes…It was hysterical. See gals, even in the Ukraine men don’t need instructions! LOL. Well, in the end they did need the instructions and I have to say both John and I are very impressed with the professional quality of this ping pong table. The children stood around and watched the whole time – they were SO EXCITED! John and I stood at it and played a back and forth a few times, and then the children lined up for their turns. When John returned three hours later the children were lined up ten deep waiting to play. It’s a HIT! It is located outside of the ‘Faith and Trust” room and it appears they will roll it in there for safe keeping when not in use. I plan on fund raising for two more tables - they are sorely needed as there is not a lot for these children to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096540632434350130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx0kpyRoLT4/RrqMs9uYGDI/AAAAAAAAACU/in_na4MKXSQ/s320/IMG_3206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oleg’s P.E teachers came and visited us last night. What a HOOT! Their names are Igor and Katarina. Igor was a little sauced with Vodka, but most men around here are. Not drunk like get out of my face, just really tipsy and funny. He kept saying “I – no…WE Love America!” Except this was yelled out…REALLY loud. Over and again. He has a booming voice and I’m sure all of the neighbors could hear him. LOL. They are very happy for Oleg and we toasted to Oleg’s new Mama and Papa and taught them how to play Go fish. When they finally left they were yelling at us down the stair case “We love you our American friends!” at 11 pm at night…I’m sure the neighbors loved it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of neighbors. There is older man that lives below us. Apparently our water valves were leaking and running down his walls. He came up twice to talk to us and kept pointing at the floor. We didn’t understand him and finally had to have Irene translate on the phone for us. After we figured out what the problem was we went to investigate and sure enough the pipes under the kitchen sink were leaking. We didn’t see it because there are carpets all over the floors and it went down instead of out. So, the landlady came and brought a guy with her to fix it. We thought all was fine until a bath Friday night. We were all dressed for bed and watching a movie when I hear this pounding sound. John gets up and checks the front door and there is no one there. About 10 minutes later there is more pounding, but louder this time. Once again John gets up and checks the door. No one there. Hmmmmm. Interesting! John figures maybe the neighbor is not happy with the noise in the bathroom as it was late at night and was banging on the ceiling to tell us so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right as I am falling asleep there is this awful pounding on our front door. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! John and I both bolt straight up in bed. What the heck? This time there is someone at the front door. He is ranting and raving, pointing at the floor. We already know now what this has to be about so we have Irene call the landlady and have them get over there ASAP. Apparently it was now a waterfall of water and the poor guy was floating away. They had no choice but to shut our water off till the next day and while we were dealing with the ping pong table they fixed it. The tub and kitchen sink drain were leaking and they had to cut a hole in the side of the tub to fix it. The good news was when he finished the bathroom no longer smelled. The bad news was that as soon as we used the tub area it started to smell like sewer again. So, now we know where the mysterious bad smell is from…the drains. I will be calling again this morning to try and get this fixed. I can hardly stand to go into the bathroom the smell is so bad in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Sunday and John and Oleg went to the outdoor market together. Along with groceries they brought me back roses. Very sweet of them! They also purchased a piggy bank for Oleg’s best friend Sasha and we are filling it with coins. Sasha is a sweet boy and if they continue the hosting program we will bring him out in the summer to spend time with Oleg. He will miss his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday we leave for Kharkiv. We are going to visit Slava and Polina and their new baby Michael. John is accompanying Slava to the airport to pick up Trey. We will spend the day together and go to the market etc…then back to Sak. for court on Wednesday. I will be updating the blog from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care! We miss and love you all!&lt;br /&gt;K~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33864135-5567006196202751199?l=kympatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/5567006196202751199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33864135&amp;postID=5567006196202751199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/5567006196202751199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/5567006196202751199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/2006/10/daily-journaldays-eight-and-nine.html' title='Daily journal...Days eight and nine'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11733219705463523263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/335199066_b0092ee5f2_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx0kpyRoLT4/RrqMs9uYGDI/AAAAAAAAACU/in_na4MKXSQ/s72-c/IMG_3206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33864135.post-4701750543935625290</id><published>2006-10-24T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T08:34:01.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily journal...Days five and six...</title><content type='html'>Day five and six…Still cold and raining! 42 degrees. BRRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let’s start this journal off right. For your entertainment I have some follow up thoughts concerning my current thoughts of the Ukraine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kharkov does not suite my tastes. I don’t like anything about it. Others find it old, quaint and charming, but not I. I just find it old and irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Sak. the ladies in this region are heavier…I have seen very few thin people like I mentioned in Kiev. They still mostly walk, but I guess they don’t have to walk as far as in Kiev. So therefore in that forum I feel right at home and blend in well....:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They cook a lot of fattening and starchy foods here. It all tastes yummy, but you gotta watch it or it will pile on your hips real fast. Most of what they cook I do not eat as part of my everyday diet so I am safe :) On the other hand, John is a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely at NO time do you drink the water here…can you say Chernobyl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardly anyone looks you in the eye…if they do they rarely ever smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seem to be many more old people on the streets than younger. I just don’t see a lot of ‘30 something’ folks…I’m sure they are here somewhere though…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m sure you will find this amusing. There are attack geese here! I literally was chased by one the other day! Here I was walking home – minding my own business - and there was a whole herd of them beside the road eating and drinking water our of the pot holes. (Apparently rain water fall after Chernobyl doesn’t scare ‘em any) A person was riding past me in a bike so I scooted closer to the center of the road and I guess I over stepped my bounds ‘cause next thing I know there is a goose nipping at my boots. I turned and walked away quickly, but obviously not fast enough. It came after me with a vengeance. The old lady standing there was laughing and trying to shoo the goose back where it belonged, but it obviously wanted a good bite out of me. I broke out in a full run to get away. I fully believe she was standing there laughing at this crazy American woman afraid of a ‘woman’ eating attack goose. I’m pretty sure I not only made her day, but the drama of it all is fully circulating among the gossip grapevine as I write. “Hey! Did you here about that crazy American lady my goose almost ate the other day…?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course John thought it was quite funny…He has even come up with a list of stupid jokes to entertain me daily:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you call a Ukrainian chicken? Dinner&lt;br /&gt;What do you call two Ukrainian chickens? Lunch and Dinner&lt;br /&gt;What do you call French Cats? Scaredy cats!&lt;br /&gt;What do you call Vietnamese cats and dogs? What cats? What dogs?&lt;br /&gt;What do you call three Ukrainian geese? Guard dogs&lt;br /&gt;What do you call Ukrainian cats? It doesn’t matter.  They don’t understand English and won’t come anyway. (Seriously…they just look at you with a confused face and scurry away…LOL)&lt;br /&gt;And John’s favorite: Why did the goose cross the road: For American fast food! See Kym run! See Kym run FAST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seriously have to maintain your sense of humor around these parts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to other things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner with Ludy yesterday afternoon and ended up staying till 8 pm looking at pictures of Yana who was adopted last March. We also shared the pictures on Johns lap top for Ludy and Oleg’s trip to America. Boy, can Ludy cook! We had roasted chicken, (YUM! And from her own back yard) with mashed potatoes, pickles, homemade coleslaw, and some sort of terrific cake which appeared to be chocolate with sugared candies on top. We really had a great time with her and her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today she met us at the school and we were able to use the computer lab’s internet. We were able to catch up on a lot and post my journals to the blog. The computer teacher was having a good time with John’s laptop and was asking a lot of questions. He even assisted John with a new translation software and now we can use it to communicate with the others that have no idea what we are ever saying around here…:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in other great news, we have a court date! We have been informed that we will meet with the judge this coming Wednesday October 25th. (Just our luck. Our regional judge is away at some sort of ‘judicial seminar’ and we have had to wait for her to return. I ask you, “What are the odds?” Well. It would appear pretty darn good in our favor. If it can happen, it will happen with us...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave that Friday as it is the next available flight out of Kiev, and will touch down in Bakersfield at 5:40 pm that same day…I’m sure I packed my ruby slippers somewhere amongst my luggage…For sure I’ll be the American standing at the airport terminal with my eyes closed saying “There’s no place like home! There’s no place like home….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John will remain here for the mandatory 10 day waiting period and then following that will arrange for Oleg’s passport, visa, physical, etc…He will need to rearrange his and Oleg’s flight also. If all goes well he should be home around November 9th or so. Oleg is very excited to come home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oleg got in trouble at school yesterday. Apparently my wonderful son decided to call the teacher a bad name. John and I were on our way up to the computer room when a very miffed teacher with the whole class walked up to us and said ‘BAD BOY!” while pointing at Oleg. Okay, I could see this was not good. Poor Oleg, he looked so embarrassed and mortified…he just walked off. He went to his room and would not come out – even for John. After two hours John finally gave up and came home. Oleg will work through it. He always does. I don’t know what he said to the teacher, or why. But I do know I would not have handled it the way she did. When a fellow peer says to your new mama and papa ‘Oleg Bad Boy!” you are crushed. A lot of this is happening because we are there and he really doesn’t know how to handle it. We will have a talk with him tonight as soon as he is here and find out what this is all about. Actually, we went to see the Director today and he was trying to communicate with us concerning Oleg. While he was speaking with our translator on the phone I smiled and said to John “I think we are having our first school parent-teacher conference” Cool! That must have been a really bad word!” LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard for Oleg at school right now. The negative peer pressure is pretty bad when everyone knows you have a family and are leaving soon. The children are not always kind. I have tried to help alleviate this by handing out goodies to children each day. Sometime I do it and sometimes Oleg does. We try to leave no one out. I’m telling ya when I have a box of cookies there are so many hands hovering over the box I can hardly hand them out. But they all smile soooo big and say thank you. The children are addictive. Their smiles are contagious. They are getting use to us now and say hello in both English and Ukrainian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our special news: At dinner tonight Oleg said grace for the first time. Each time we eat we ask him if he would like to, but he always says no. Today as we took each others hands he lifted them up and said ‘Papa. I do in Ukraine?” We said okay and he said a nice long prayer. I’m not sure what he said, but God knows… that’s all that counts! Oleg attended church for the first time ever with us during the hosting, and we always said prayers before eating. What a statement that with no religious background he recognizes the importance. Praise God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, another day down, another day closer to the end. Gotta run!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33864135-4701750543935625290?l=kympatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/4701750543935625290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33864135&amp;postID=4701750543935625290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/4701750543935625290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/4701750543935625290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/2006/10/daily-journaldays-five-and-six.html' title='Daily journal...Days five and six...'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11733219705463523263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/335199066_b0092ee5f2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33864135.post-3112210362514451813</id><published>2006-10-18T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T03:35:01.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily journal...day four</title><content type='html'>Day four - STILL Raining...so glad I brought my boots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day four – it already feels like twenty! As John wrote a friend, we are alive and well in Green Akers Hell. LOL! I hope you can appreciate the humor in that statement…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you close to home, you will get a decent sense of what this area and our apartment are like if I describe it this way: Imagine the old pre-remoldeled green house at YBC combined with our day to day lounging during our outdoor camping trips.  EXCEPT, the toilets always smell so bad you would think the sewer is over flowing. (Silly me, there would HAVE TO BE sewer for that to happen:). Well, that about sums it up. Roughing it in ‘so-so’ quarters…not minding the dirt and oldness of everything because it is only for a week and then you pack up and go home to shower off real good and put everything away till next year. Can you imagine my BIG *sighhhhhh*  here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, already I’m done with all of this waiting and ready to go!  The light of all this non-fun way of living is of course being with Oleg. And I make sure each day I remind my self how fortunate I am to be able to say I AM with Oleg and THANK GOD for all he done for us and this little boy we love so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living here, in this  town that is really no bigger than a village; it is the only life Oleg knows. Simplicity. School. Playing. End of story. If we didn’t get to spend time with him each day, I would surely go crazy. I seriously crave my house, my family, MY WORK! I would be so at home in front of my computer at work right now! Working with co-workers (I miss my co-workers BIG TIME), dealing with clients. All the normal things to make the day go by faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there are my boys. I really miss my boys! It is emotionally tough to be a mom sometimes. Especially when you are half way around the world from them. Chris and Bryce are always fine by themselves, being SO grown up and all – Hee Hee Hee (Mom is smiling big time here!), But Aidan...I really miss my little man! I know he is having a good time with Stephanie and the kids though…he is fine…it’s just me that’s a wreck. We called and spoke with him last night and he seems to be happy as a lark. Thanks Steph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days have been good with Oleg. We are bonding so well as a family. Each day we go to the store and buy our food for which ever meal we are preparing. Oleg shows us his stomping grounds and with his help (And an electronic translator Marie loaned us) we can get by. We gather in the kitchen and cook as a family. As when he was with us in America, he really likes to help out. He stirs the pot, dry’s the dishes, whatever he can do…and we teach him new card games each day. We are up to UNO now. Saying colors and numbers…and learning more and more English each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note Oleg’s English has improved dramatically the last few days. It seems the more we talk with him the more he speaks it. It is obvious he was not conversing in English while he is here. It takes a while for what he does know to come back. Today, he starting reading my writing on the computer and he struggled with only a few words. He really is such a smart boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to school today and met with the lawyer. We had to have Irene speak with him on the phone. She wanted to check on the court date. The lawyer informed us that the head judge was in Kharkiv and would not be available till tomorrow. Irene told us we are probably looking at next Wednesday now. *SIGH* Stuck here another week plus! I am praying now that something gives and they can schedule it sooner. Only time will tell. All we can do is hang out and wait. In the mean time we cherish each new day we have with Oleg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting find today was the internet capabilities at the post office. It took a couple of translator assisted phone calls and helpful people, but we finally got there and we were able for the first time in 4 days to hear from family and friends per e-mail.  O how I love e-mail! It is like an umbilical cord to home! We answered as many as we could in the time allowed, but I cannot access my blog from there. Something to do with the Javascript etc…So we will go in daily now and check e-mails. (I will continue to journal as I am now until it is possible to post on my blog) Not as nice as having it in our apartment, but hey, it’s something to look forward to each day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and REALLY miss you all!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;K~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33864135-3112210362514451813?l=kympatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/3112210362514451813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33864135&amp;postID=3112210362514451813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/3112210362514451813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/3112210362514451813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/2006/10/daily-journalday-four.html' title='Daily journal...day four'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11733219705463523263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/335199066_b0092ee5f2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33864135.post-2897521574463700041</id><published>2006-10-18T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T03:30:11.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily journal...day three</title><content type='html'>Day three in Sakhnovschina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is raining today! Wet and depressing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slept in yesterday, but John was up at 8:30 this morning to walk to get Oleg by 9 a.m. I lounged around reading and enjoying the brief quiet. By the time John and Oleg got here I was read for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started by having breakfast. John and Oleg stopped by the market for fresh brown eggs. Somehow John figured out a way to use the microwave oven here and made an omelet style pie with eggs, potato, ham, and cheese. Paired with juice it was soooooo yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast we walked into town looking for some of the items we needed for the apartment. First at foremost we needed a hot plate so we could boil water, fry and cook meals. Except for this mornings adventure we had been living on salami, cheese, bread, and fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hit the jackpot somewhere about 2 miles away at a little store that reminded me of a True Hardware. We bought a hotplate and pot. At another store we found dish towels, knives, salt and pepper, and microwavable dishes. We are now set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armed with the necessary tools to cook a fine feast, Oleg and I went to the grocery store for some raviolis. Well, my little man likes the idea of dinner at home. By the time I was done, I was walking home with a cake, bottle of Coke (Oleg loves Coke) three Snicker bars, some sort of yummy Ukrainian Chocolate covered candy, and he raviolis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS I type Oleg and John are in the kitchen cooking their new concoction. It smells awesome….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day has been filled with playing cards and reading. Oleg struggles with speaking English, but reads it VERY well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33864135-2897521574463700041?l=kympatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/2897521574463700041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33864135&amp;postID=2897521574463700041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/2897521574463700041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/2897521574463700041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/2006/10/daily-journalday-three.html' title='Daily journal...day three'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11733219705463523263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/335199066_b0092ee5f2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33864135.post-8583724910674129184</id><published>2006-10-18T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T03:28:38.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily journal...day two</title><content type='html'>Day two in sakhnovschina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked to the school with a bag of candy in hand to meet up with Oleg. He was showing his dog ‘John’ to the other children and both the girls and boys were pretty interested in it. (Quite a novelty as they have no ‘Build A Bear’ anywhere there!) Oleg handed ‘John’ to his teacher and started to give away the candy and the children loved it.  At present we have only met one of Oleg’s caregivers and she seems very nice. She always has a big smile for us when we meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to have Oleg show us where Ludy lived so we could take her our gift. I bought her a super soft robe in Kharkiv and wanted to give it to her.&lt;br /&gt;We had seen her the first day we arrived at the orphanage, but only had time for a quick hug before we were whisked off to meet with the lawyer. I really wanted to visit with her an as this was Saturday we though it would be a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Oleg walked us down a short distance from the orphanage to where Ludy lives and Ludy answered her gate. She was not expecting us but fed us a wonderful lunch. We had borsch, (out of this world delicious!) homemade bread, cheeses, salami, honey from her bees (WOW!) some coffee, tea, and cake. We had a wonderful visit with her. She showed us her family picture albums and the photos of her trip to the USA when Oleg visited. She laughed as she pointed to the one of her on the horses at our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her husband was receiving a load of bricks so John and Oleg went out to help them unload. Oleg took me by the hand and led me to the living room and told me to stay there. Obviously this was ‘Mans work’. LOL! I got up a little later and took a picture. They are in the process of building a new brick fence and it looks so nice. Ludy’s yard is full of grapes, fruit trees, bees, and other food plants. She grows most of her items for their family to eat. Too soon we said good bye, but we will meet up with her again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left with Oleg to go to the store and get a few items, still in search of a hot plate to cook on. No luck. We decided to return to the apartment and teach Oleg a few card games. What a great decision! We taught him ‘Fish’ and he was a fast learner. By the time he was done he was beating John and I hands down. After a little game time we walked him back to the orphanage and said goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;While walking Oleg to the front of the orphanage I am always watching the children at the orphanage. Although we are still a novelty around here, they are finally warming up a tad. When I tried to take a picture of them, they scattered. BUT, when I showed them the picture off the digital camera they all came to me smiling for a chance to see themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older girls are very sweet and motherly towards Oleg. They seem very interested in John and myself and will remind him to hug us good bye in the evening. (Not that he doesn’t want to. He just gets embarrassed while in front of his friends. He is a 12 year old boy after all). The smaller boys will come up to us and talk, especially when we have candy, but the older ones stay away. A lot of them like to show off in front of John. They will speak to him in English as if to say “look at me!” We remember daily that all these children want is a home of their own – so performances are frequent. Some of the older boys have greeted us kindly as we walk through the halls, but unfortunately they also like to holler out swear words hoping to get some negative attention. (Just a few, not all. We just ignore them and walk on. Irene says a lot of times they watch movies and all they hear are those words over and over again, so they blurt them out to see what type of reaction they will get. My thought is “Typical boys!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also saw Bogdon today. (He has been hosted twice by the Clobes’s at home) We were leaving Oleg’s room and he rounded the corner at the same time we did. He was shocked when John called his name and shook his hand. He wasn’t expecting to see us there! We didn’t detain him as he seemed at a loss for any communication what so ever. We also have seen Jenna a few times, but as like he was in the USA, he turns his head and says nothing to us. He is still very shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a very good day with our son J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33864135-8583724910674129184?l=kympatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/8583724910674129184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33864135&amp;postID=8583724910674129184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/8583724910674129184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/8583724910674129184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/2006/10/daily-journalday-two.html' title='Daily journal...day two'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11733219705463523263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/335199066_b0092ee5f2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33864135.post-1968140675179009597</id><published>2006-10-18T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T22:16:46.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily journals...day one</title><content type='html'>Day one: Life in Sakhnovschina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Kharkiv at 6 am. And arrived in Sakhnovschina around 9 am. (The guys HAD to go to McDonalds WHERE by the way they DO NOT serve breakfast. Only Big Macs, French fries, soda and coffee. Can you say YUCK? John and our driver Andrew we happy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After arrival our first order of business was for us to see Oleg. We were gone one more day than we told him we would be and I was worried about what he was thinking. The school informed us that Oleg was at the Doctors getting his physical that is necessary per the region for the court to finish his documents. We waited in the office – boring! Where was my son? After a while Oleg finally came racing through the door ecstatic that we were back. A couple of hugs and a few quick kisses and he was off again for breakfast and class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now that this issue was settled it was time to move on with the apartment. Looking at the homes and apartments around this small village - located out in the middle of nowhere - I was not thinking this was gonna be a good experience. So we waited for the teacher who had the apartment to finish school and she walked us to the apartment. It is basically straight down the road from the school. About a 15 minute walk. (There goes more of my butt again! Hooray! I have walked anywhere from 4 to 20 miles per day, I swear!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we follow this woman who speaks no English we see houses falling apart. Apartments that look like they should be knocked down. A children’s play area that would be condemned in the USA. A few stores (Referred to here as grocery) etc. We walk and walk and walk…all the while I’m thinking “how far is this anyhow?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we reach and area where we cut across a yard full of chickens, geese and other deplorable items not worth mentioning. Now I’m thinking “Do I REALLY want to be this close to Oleg after all?” Of course my mind says “yes” and we continue following her. We reach our destination and climb up the stairs to the second floor. (Marie says this is the kind of building that “looks like an outline of a dead body should be seen) The door is white and new. Okay, I think, so that is a good sign? We enter the apartment and the first thing I see is a 1960’s flash back of my Grandmothers apartment in Long Beach. OLD brick buildings with walls covered in wallpaper and paint so think and shiny you wonder how long it has actually been there. There are new carpets scattered on the floors and it has homey touches here and there. The bathroom has a door but a big hole cut out of it. The kitchen is small and quaint but there is only a microwave – no oven or cook top. The bedroom is two beds shoved together with a really nice cotton quilt on top. BIG European down pillows cover the bed and that was unexpected. All in all it was nice considering what the others in town were living in. We could tell they were giving us the best they had and I tried very hard to show my appreciation for their kindness. And she was only charging us $25 per night! If we had stayed in Kharkiv it would have been $50 to $90 per night and $100 per trip for a driver. Not to mention the 2.5 hour drive we would have had to endure. At that savings and being so close to Oleg I think I can make this work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this is much better than we would have ever expected. The heat for the village was just turned on (Don’t know how I would have made it through that issue as it is barely 60 degrees outside during the day) and there is suppose to be hot water. The teacher tried to demonstrate this for us but low and behold, there was no water! Later, Irene came in and said the whole village was out, so we believed it was only a matter of time before they got that fixed. The biggest issue at this time is there is no refrigerator and we had bought all this food for the stay. The teacher found us one and brought it at 5 pm. The only thing we needed now was a stove or hot plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the school at 2 pm and took Oleg for a walk into village. We bought bread and ice cream bars, (Oleg liked that part…we are gonna keep it a daily tradition) and some Coke. We didn’t find a hot plate though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oleg went home with us to play a game on the computer with John. Before we knew it 6:30 pm. was here and we had to walk him back to the orphanage. We gave him goodbye kisses and said “Hi!” to all the children standing around and went home. Flashlights are very necessary here as we could not see to walk across the yard or walk up our stairwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reveled in the knowledge that we could sleep as late as we wanted and after a quick bath (another adventure!) we were in bed for the night. What a day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33864135-1968140675179009597?l=kympatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/1968140675179009597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33864135&amp;postID=1968140675179009597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/1968140675179009597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/1968140675179009597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/2006/10/daily-journalsday-one.html' title='Daily journals...day one'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11733219705463523263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/335199066_b0092ee5f2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33864135.post-9187793936952356981</id><published>2006-10-18T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T03:24:59.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear friends and family...</title><content type='html'>We got a call from a dear friend who in the past also adopted from Olegs orpahange. There are some upset people higher up that are trying to eliminate the hosting program. Rumors are flying, but the latest was that they read something they did not like on the internet.  Although we know of nothing that is negative on my blog, we decided to pursue making it private instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are different here, and we do not with to risk any future hosting programs so that is why it is not private. We know we have done nothing wrong, ie: Preselection, etc...but it could be viewed as such by others if they choose too. Sorry for the inconvience...we love and miss you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following will be my daily journal. Now that we have found internet at both the post office and school, we will try our best tp update as often as we can.  It is difficult at the school because we do not wish to inconvienance them. K~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33864135-9187793936952356981?l=kympatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/9187793936952356981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33864135&amp;postID=9187793936952356981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/9187793936952356981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/9187793936952356981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/2006/10/dear-friends-and-family.html' title='Dear friends and family...'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11733219705463523263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/335199066_b0092ee5f2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33864135.post-116067548872735113</id><published>2006-10-12T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T22:26:24.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We met Oleg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/3723/1600/IMG_3073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/3723/320/IMG_3073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/3723/1600/IMG_3071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/3723/320/IMG_3071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words will do no justice as to how wonderful it felt to hold Oleg in my arms again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to share…I will start at the beginning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the train ride was an adventure – enough said. Bed cooties are not my favorite subject. We arrived at 6 a.m and off we went towards Oleg's orphanage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, we had to drive 2.5 hours in a winding and bumpy road to get to Oleg’s orphanage located outside of Kharkiv. I thought I would throw up with all the tension of getting there. My butterflies WERE not listening to my head! The van smelled like gas fumes and there are any shocks that were left were gone by the end of the trip there. The land is very pretty and looks a lot like Arkansas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irene had called a few days ahead to make sure they knew we were coming. We asked them not to tell Oleg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The director was suppose to be out as he was on vacation. But when we arrived we found out he had come in for us and another family that was there. (Incidentally, that man with that friendly family shook my hand and said “I like your Blog”. I had never seen this person before in my life! He had a heavy accent, I’m not sure where he was from. But WOW! Someone else adopting who had read my blog! It is my understanding that they were there about permission on the sibling of another child they were adopting. At least that’s what I think Irene said.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stepped foot on the orphanage yard and the children flocked towards us. As we walked up the ramp one child asked Irene in Ukrainian “Are you here to see Oleg?” So, they knew we were coming *smile*…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all seemed genuinely glad that we were there. We went to see the school lawyer first. He was located in a corner office upstairs no bigger than a bathroom. He was very nice. He verified all of Oleg’s documents and then he took us down stairs to the principles office. We waited for the other family to finish and then we went inside. He spoke with the lawyer and told him we could see Oleg that day. Yeah! They sent someone to go get him, but I have a feeling news traveled fast and he knew we were there. (The rules say we have to wait). So, as we were sitting there he asked questions like “You met Oleg while hosting?” Yes. “Do you want to adopt Oleg” Duh?! Yes…” You have other children at home” Yes. “Where do you live?” California…I tried to pay attention but each time the door opened I turned my head…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, finally, the door opened and Olegs head popped in. His eyes were as big a saucers don’t know who ran to who faster…me or him. I said "Oh!" and popped out of my chair fast a lightning! He hugged me as tight as could be and said “Mama, I luvs you! (Ukrainian accent again!) I cried and cried. I happen to glance over Oleg sholder at the lawyer and he was grinning from ear to ear and looked a little misty eyed. John was next. Oleg jumped in his arms. “I luv you papa!” He then asked ”Where are Chris, Bryce, and Aidan?” Sweet boy! That’s the same question he asked at the airport the first night we picked him up. We told him they were at home. John said to him “See, I told you we would come get you!) He shook his head yes and kissed us both on the cheeks. I was in heaven! We had other matters to discuss, and paper work to be filled out and filed. So, as much as I hated to we gave Oleg a hug and kiss good bye as it was time for his lunch and a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked to the courthouse (not much of a town I tell ya!) and did some stuff. Then walked to the private notary and did some more stuff with signatures. Check, check! We then moved on the harder things on our schedule…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had already been established that Oleg has an older brother. We needed to go to the boarding school where he resides and get his permission to adopt Oleg. Uh Oh!…a snag!&lt;br /&gt;So, we loaded in the fumey car and told Oleg we had to get some paper work signed and would be back soon. Typical boy! His friends all came in with him to the office and Oleg was now all ‘Big Boy”. One small hug…he was with his friends now…had to look cool. No problem *grin* He walked down the hall in front of us and his cronies followed behind. *sigh*, they grow up soooo fast *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, off went to some town I can’t even pronounce looking for Oleg’s brother. We had to stay the night in Kharkiv by the time we arrived. The next morning we were on our way again. We stopped at a big store called the Metro. It was a lot like Sams Club. I was so totally at home! We shopped for food while at Oleg’s orphanage ‘cause let me tell ya, there wasn’t much there to get. We also got candy and cookies for the kids. LOTS! It’s like playing Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We have an apartment lined up through the school, but we haven’t seen it yet. More news to come on that issue. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived and met with the principle of the school and discussed the situation. Olegs brother Alex asked if he could see Oleg before we left the Ukraine, and we told him yes. He asked if he could visit in America and we said yes. He looked at me and asked if we had a picture of Oleg. John jumped up and went to the car to get it. He looked at the pictures and read the letter form Oleg. Soon after he said he "had no problem with it". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They put a paper in front of him and he wrote it out. Then he cried. Bless his heart. Three people asked him if he was okay with it, and he said yes, but he still cried. I know in my heart he was thinking: “I don't have a family like this”. We will not forget this young man and will foster good communication between him and Oleg. At 16 he will soon be moving on into his own adult life. He has done a selfless thing today. We willnot forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s something funny. Near the beginning of all this Alex asked John if he had American money. Hmmmmm. Okay. John said “sure” and handed him a $20 bill. He thought it was funny looking and commented that it was much longer than Ukrainian money. He and John laughed and talked a bit then he said "Can I keep it?". John said yes (glad it wasn't a hundred!)&lt;br /&gt;The principle said he had never seen American money, and she knows that as soon as he figures out he has 100 Grevnas (Ukrainian Dollars) He will be shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are now back in Kharkiv and what would appear to be the hardest part of our journey is now completed. It will take up to 5 days to get the court hearing and then we wait for court. John and I leave at 6 am tomorrow for another 2.5 hour drive to Sahnovshchina to meet with Oleg again and wait out the second part of the journey. Irene will settle us in and then she is off to Kiev to submit the paper so for court. John and I will be waiting for the ping pong table to come and help get it set up. Then there are some projects we would like to start working on for the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for your prayers, comments and e-mails. John and I look forward to them each day. I cannot figure out how to reply to Blog comments, but be assured they are appreciated very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next time I have internet!&lt;br /&gt;Adios...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33864135-116067548872735113?l=kympatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/116067548872735113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33864135&amp;postID=116067548872735113' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/116067548872735113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/116067548872735113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/2006/10/we-met-oleg.html' title='We met Oleg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11733219705463523263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/335199066_b0092ee5f2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33864135.post-116041923757467939</id><published>2006-10-09T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T03:01:44.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oleg's first mug shot :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/3723/1600/IMG_3038aa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/3723/320/IMG_3038aa1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at our little man! I told John he's got that David Cassidy thing going on :) Taken at age five when he was first out in the babys orphanage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33864135-116041923757467939?l=kympatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/116041923757467939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33864135&amp;postID=116041923757467939' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/116041923757467939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/116041923757467939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/2006/10/olegs-first-mug-shot.html' title='Oleg&apos;s first mug shot :)'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11733219705463523263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/335199066_b0092ee5f2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33864135.post-116041763026032816</id><published>2006-10-09T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:15:08.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We have our referral!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/3723/1600/IMG_3032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/3723/320/IMG_3032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware, this one is long….:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started out gloomy with rain. There went my hair! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irene met us at the apartment and we made the 10 minute walk to the new SDA. It is that close to our apartment. What a beautiful building! Above is a picture of John and I standing outside the doors waiting for our appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met our facilitator outside and after a cup of hot cocoa for me and coffee for John and Irene we went inside of a church next store to kill time. WOW! The Greek Orthodox Church is gorgeous. There is not a bare wall anywhere. We took video of the service – it was very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it was it was time to move inside. The floor is all granite tiles and the walls are made of marble. We patiently waited until at exactly 11:30 this REALLY pretty young woman with a waste about as big as my right thigh (I told ya Ukrainian/Russian women are so pretty here!) came out and introduced herself as our translator. We shook hands and went through the doors and down a long hallway. Last door on the left, made a turn past a desk or two, then right into a small office with a nice corner bench. They asked us to be seated and the interpreter introduced us to the psychologist. Her name was Valencia (pronounced with a strong Ukrainian accent it sounded more like Valenzuela) She had one document in a page protector with a picture of Oleg at 5 yrs old. My baby boy’s first mug shot :) She later asked if we would like to take a picture of it) So here’s how our conversation went per the interpreter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hello. We are happy to meet you! We have received your petition to adopt Oleg and we would like to take this time to get to know you a little better.”&lt;br /&gt;“How are you today?”&lt;br /&gt;“How do you like our city? Have you seen much of Kiev? Where did you go?”&lt;br /&gt;“How did you meet Oleg?”&lt;br /&gt;“You have other children at home? Tell me a little about them.”&lt;br /&gt;“Do you want us to tell you more about Oleg?” We replied yes and she then proceeded to tell us most of what we already knew from Lyudmila. His mothers rights were terminated at age 5…Oleg has been in an orphanage till 8 year of age then moved to where he is now now. He has a 16 yr old brother who does not stay at his school and does not like to learn. He runs away all the time. We got the impression he ran away and is not there anymore. She went on to tell us a few other things about Oleg’s health etc…For all intent and purposes he is a healthy and happy little boy, and was described as such by the Director and his care giver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay at this point all I am hearing is 16 yr old brother and I’m replaying every thing I have heard on forced sibling adoptions. I know they do not like to split up the siblings, etc…But as I continued to listen to the translator Valencia never even implied that we would need to do that. As she continued to talk I started to relax, but am still holding my breath. It would appear they were not going to suggest adopting the brother also. I don’t think he can be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never asked us about our home, salaries or finances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked to see the picture book she had ‘heard so much about’. Apparently she found out somewhere that we had assembled one for I am not sure if it came form Lyudmila’s statement, the Director or our Facilitator; but she knew about it. Darn! Missed that one! John left it at the hotel room. She said “That okay” So; we showed her the picture of Oleg on John’s binder and additional one inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she said the magic words that I was holding my breath for: “I have read your Dossier and see no reason why you would not be a good home for Oleg” DID YOU JUSTHEAR ME EXHALE?!!!! “We will draw up his referral for you and they can be picked up by either you or your representative tomorrow. HOORAAAAAAAY! We are approved!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We can go see Oleg and get a court date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then smiled and of course started to cry. I tried to be reserved and indifferent like I was advised to do…I really did! BUT, I just couldn’t help it! I was so relieved and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valencia just smiled warmly and said “We can see Oleg has a very good family. We are happy to see him go with you” And the she wiped a tear from her own eye. It was so touching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then proceeded to tell her that we would love to bring the book by tomorrow for her to look at and she got up and looked at her calendar. She wrote something down and the translator said “She will be here between 5 and 6 pm to see your book. She is very happy to see your book” (EXACT words!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said “Thank you”, shook hands and walked back down the hallway to the lobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are all very nice there at the SDA. It was a pleasant experience. We passed the old NAC on the bus after getting train tickets and I have to say the new one is far more professional and in a much nicer area. The SDA is located near other beautiful governmental buildings in a well cared for area. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096541590212057154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx0kpyRoLT4/RrqNktuYGEI/AAAAAAAAACc/oQyKGXVJsUs/s320/IMG_3056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096541942399375442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx0kpyRoLT4/RrqN5NuYGFI/AAAAAAAAACk/U_WJNeT7qZE/s320/IMG_3058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of train tickets…another Ukrainian experience! We went with Irene to get our over night train tickets and boy was I surprised. The building was beautiful and we took picture of the inside. It is very elaborate with art work on the ceilings and columns of granite and marble. O ya! And here’s my gross news: (Those with queasy stomachs just skip ahead) I had to use the restroom…and of course I finally found the ‘famous hole in the floor’ toilets. Out came the puffs in my pocket and hand sanitizer. It was like camping…just squat and go…Yuck! I only used it ‘cause I REALLY had to go, and if I don’t see another one of those in a million years it will be too soon…I have a feeling however that I will *sigh* the Princess WAS NOT happy! And, I had to PAY to use the thing! As I said earlier Commerce is alive and well in the Ukraine. Charging people to pee…it always happens and it is a guaranteed money maker! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we leave on an overnight train to Kharkiv tomorrow at 10:30 p.m. One day closer to seeing Oleg! Not sure when we will make it the rest of the way to the orphanage, so I will have to update that agenda as we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and to top it all off we finally got to meet up with the Steinberg’s from the FRUA board! They called us and we met with them for drinks at O’Brien’s. What a super nice couple! They are adopting a child name Andre. We will be traveling to Kharkiv on the same train…It was so nice to sit and compare notes with a fellow Americans! I know there was another American family at the SDA today, but we did not meet them. The Steinberg’s did though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Cultural meal for the day was at a ‘meat house.’ We had fresh meat that was cooked like Mongolian BBQ. (No Marie, I didn’t see it come out of the truck of a car –YET) Mmmmmm! Delicious! I am eating varied breads here and guess what? No headaches! Not a migraine in sight! And I am losing weight rapidly…These hills and all this walking is so good for me! I like this ‘Ukrainian adoption diet!’ It really works for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To our friends and family back home, we miss you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run…I know this journal was long but there was soooo much to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33864135-116041763026032816?l=kympatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/116041763026032816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33864135&amp;postID=116041763026032816' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/116041763026032816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/116041763026032816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/2006/10/we-have-our-referral.html' title='We have our referral!'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11733219705463523263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/335199066_b0092ee5f2_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx0kpyRoLT4/RrqNktuYGEI/AAAAAAAAACc/oQyKGXVJsUs/s72-c/IMG_3056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33864135.post-116034000364424755</id><published>2006-10-08T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T03:01:43.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our apartment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/3723/1600/IMG_2981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/3723/320/IMG_2981.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the outside of our apartment. Doesn't it look like a scene out of a James Bond movie? I keep waiting for a black Mercedes to come wizzing up and start shooting! LOL...The immediate building on the right is ours along with the second balcony on the top.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33864135-116034000364424755?l=kympatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/116034000364424755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33864135&amp;postID=116034000364424755' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/116034000364424755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/116034000364424755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/2006/10/our-apartment.html' title='Our apartment...'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11733219705463523263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/335199066_b0092ee5f2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33864135.post-116033930329468423</id><published>2006-10-08T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T03:01:43.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day two....Boy! Do my feet hurt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/3723/1600/IMG_2986a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/3723/320/IMG_2986a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a day! I have walked so much that I swear if I keep this up I will HAVE NO BUTT left at the end of this adventure. Not such a bad trade off I think…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new translator Irene met us at McDonalds in Independence Square and we went to lunch at Bellies (not Jellies as I had thought). MMMMM! It was great! I had some sort of borsch with smoked meat, pickles, lemon, and veggies. It tasted like tortilla soup without the tortillas. Also, a ravioli type of item with potatoes inside it, kinda like a gnonaci, and a pastry cake that tasted like a champagne cake. It was great. John had borsch and sausage and a lot of other stuff I can’t remember. We were stuffed all for the tune of $8 including what Irene ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then took off up a hill (somehow I feel like every street we took was ‘up') and saw the governmental buildings, churches, the apartment where the Queen of the Netherlands stays, lots more churches, and the place where the Ukrainian president works (kind of like the Whitehouse) and this really neat building with animals all over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the hills we walked up had a beautiful park where two separate weddings had just taken place. The brides were beautiful and we watched as their pictures were being taken. Farther down there were children playing everywhere. There was a pony, big wheel car, train, and bounce houses for the kids to play on/in. All for a fee of course…commerce is alive and well in the Ukraine :) It made me miss Aidan big time. He would have loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also took the Metro. O Lord! What an experience! Everyone has to do that at least one time in their lives. Because we are on the right bank of the river, it is really far under ground. When I say far, I mean REALLY far – about 200 feet worth. We road down two long escaladers and then finally took the train to our stop, got off, caught a bus, and walked the rest of the way – thank goodness - DOWN HILL. All for 60 cents each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the market again. Like before everything is fine till we open out mouths. People actually turn their heads and look at us when we speak. Talk about feeling out of place! Anyway, we spent $4 on a really big round loaf of bread, 1 lb of salami (John loves that stuff) ¼ lb or so of some sort of cheese, 6 eggs, 3 big bottles of water, and grapes. Cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner we went to O’Brien’s. They have these really great potato wedges with Creole spices on them. Also, the fish ‘n chips are out of the world. They are breaded with real beer batter and it was more than John and I could eat. We then walked up the road from our apartment and saw more beautiful buildings. No one is afraid to be out after dark here. Irene said they will walk at 3 am and feel safe. Try that at home :) So, as before everyone was out and walking. People here love to be outdoors. At any given time you will see them sitting at a café, or just reading a book under a tree. Irene says they are so cooped up in winter indoors that they send as much time as possible outside before winter hits. Incidentally, Irene HATES winter. I can’t say that I blame her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spoke with Mike tonight via the internet. SO GREAT to see a familiar face. Thanks Mike, we loved it! I was emailig Marie when the PC phone rang...You've got mail! And its REAL! Hee hee hee...Hopefully we will be able to talk to Aidan and Bryce real soon. If you adopters out there don’t have a computer video phone, I sure suggest it. Best invention ever. It was like sitting right in front of our friend. So great if you have children left at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were walking I asked Irene a lot of questions concerning the people of the Ukraine. I was surprised at some of her answers. Irene says she liked the country better when it was under Soviet rule because there was more to do as a child. Camps, competitions, summer time fun, etc…School was very important at that time. ‘Before Independence’ she calls it. They had more money then, but less food and clothing. Now, she says, they have more available goods, but less money. And education is not considered important now. There is nothing for most children to do daily and they spendd their time on video games and watching TV. They are not encouraged to do well in school, or to even attend for that matter. Not too much different than the opinions of some in the USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming from America it is hard for me to imagine living in a place like this voluntarily. I appreciate my freedom AND the right to earn a living doing what I want, in addition to being as prosperous and successful as I can be. It makes me count your blessing to have what I do (including but not limited to: Sam’s Club, Wal-Mart, and a supermarket) I am already sooooo home sick for my Albertsons :)….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited for tomorrow to get here! Tomorrow is our appointment with the SDA. By the time you are off work you should all know how it went. Things are different here than with the NCA. There is still uncharted territory and our facilitator says tomorrow our adventure really begins. A lot of our stuff was never transferred and our facilitator had to really work to get it all together and make this appointment happen. Fellow adopters – check on your paper work weekly! Things do come up missing. Know where it is and who is handling it! I can explain more off line if you have any questions…just make sure I have your email address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please continue to pray for us and know that you all are in ours…&lt;br /&gt;K~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33864135-116033930329468423?l=kympatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/116033930329468423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33864135&amp;postID=116033930329468423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/116033930329468423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/116033930329468423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/2006/10/day-twoboy-do-my-feet-hurt.html' title='Day two....Boy! Do my feet hurt!'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11733219705463523263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/335199066_b0092ee5f2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33864135.post-116023871947007674</id><published>2006-10-07T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T03:01:43.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first full day in Kiev!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I woke up around 10 am this morning. I originally woke at 2 am to the sound of a clock ticking in our room. I had John dispose of that REAL fast, took some Ambien, and went back to bed. We spent our morning looking over this new city we are in. VERY old…nothing like home! I commented to John that it reminds me a lot of the Universal Studios European back lot (Californian’s know what I’m talking about) where the tour guide says “We put out some vending carts and flowers, place a few store front signs per the language of the country an viola! You have Europe!” We have stepped back in time 1000 years…the town of Kiev is that old in some spots. There are buildings upon buildings with no real pattern or streets. Some are beautiful in architecture and others are falling apart. Our apartment is located in nothing more than an alley with a street sign that says 24B. I will have John help me post a picture as soon as he can so you can see. For those of you who have been here or seen pictures before of Independence Square, we are just to the left of the last big building the right with glowing signs, across from O’Brien’s. How many times I looked at other adoptive families photos and never dreamed I was looking at the apartment I would be staying in while here. For those of you still waiting to travel for appointments, we are paying $60 per night and have a kitchen with a microwave, dorm size refrigerator, stove, dishes and cooking ware, shower/toilet, washer and a VERY flat not so great bed. (It reminds me of my old trailer’s mattress before I put the memory foam on top of it) I can survive it though. The location is really good and I was actually able to stand up this morning and my back did okay. Tomorrow we have a different translator and we will see other areas that I am not brave enough to venture out that far to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some neat things to note are that everything is fresh…fruit stands on many corners, salami and cheese, and yogurt is liquid like Dannon breakfast drinks. The foods have very few if any preservatives, and I, the organic queen, am in food heaven. For Brunch (that was our breakfast/lunch this morning) I have some sort of dish that was the equivalent of fried rice and pork, with carrots and currents. Yummy. We went to the store and bought bought Baileys and Cream (cheap!) two quarts of fresh juice, salami, some sort of cheese, a loaf of bread, 3 liters of water, bananas and grapes and we spent $10. Such a deal….:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Located in Independence square there is the underground mall I have heard so much about. Items seemed expensive but were nice. We walked around a bit with our temporary translator and then headed farther down to where TFI Fridays and another restaurant (I think it’s called Jellies Café) are located. Hooray! Yes, they have a TGI Friday’s in Kiev. A piece of home for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked through the square a few things occurred to me. Although there were some cars, (and you are taking your life into your hands trying to cross the road around them…Ukrainians are CRAZY drivers!) Like in New York most people walk. There is a McDonalds on just about every corner, and seems quite popular. There are always lines of people waiting to eat. (Well, like at home I avoided it…yuck. BUT, it is a good place to buy water!) However, given the huge number of people I saw eating at McDonalds and as many people as I saw walking past me today, I only saw a few that were over weight…And most of those were older ladies. Everyone here is trim or average in their weight. Even the people I saw sitting at the tables eating McDonalds and including the ones that worked there. I think it is because they walk EVERYWHERE and eat mostly fresh foods. (Not a lot of whole meats like steak and such though). This should do very well for my trying to get myself back on track health and weight wise. So, remember that movie ‘Super Size Me” and all hoopla concerning fast foods and obesity in children? Make ‘em walk to school, ride a bike, and get rid of their preservatives and I think you would see some big changes. I haven’t seen a fat kid here yet…and they are all walking right along side of their parents…who are buying fresh food from the market to cook their meal with….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky is so blue. There is very little pollution – which is surprising given there are no air pollution laws in effect. All the exhaust fumes from the cars remind me if walking around in Mexico where they burn regular fuel. Gag! Everyone here seems happy to be here. No solemn looks or down cast eyes. They all dress very fashionably and very few dress for comfort. Lots of high heels! And by high heels I mean the tall and very pointy kind. Now for those of you back home you know I am the queen of shoes and I love and wear high heels daily; but there is no way I could walk on these. They are like an ice pick on the back of a shoe. Weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking by I saw a mother crouched down with her child pointing out the rainbow in a fountain. It was very touching. I also saw plenty of healthy children running around and playing. They appeared to not have a care in the world. Knowing of all the orphans living here in the Ukraine it caused me to wonder if that is not how it is concerning America through the eyes of others. I have beautiful healthy children, who are well cared for and will never have to worry about such things as whether or not they have a home or are loved, clothed and sheltered. They are far removed from the negative impact of homelessness and starving. But, I can’t help but think - As it is here being viewed through my eyes, is there someone looking on us in the USA saying ‘What about YOUR orphans? The bible says to take care of the widows and orphans…are we doing enough? Just like here, they are removed from our sight – people forget about them. Hmmmmmm, Food for thought….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few other oddities today. Many very young girls (I say girls because they could not have been more than 15 /16 or so) sat with their babies on their laps begging for money. One even came up to John, grabbed his arm and asked for money. Our translator told her no and she finally moved on. BOY! That was hard! Our translator said if we gave anything to her the many others we were not seeing would attack us asking for money. I’m thinking; “What’s a few dollars to us?” But we were encouraged not to give due to it causing a scene as Americans. While John enjoyed having a beer with the translator a drunken man came up and approached each group sitting at tables. He just made his rounds from table to table loudly saying something in Russian. The group of younger people next to us started laughing at something he was saying…I am pretty sure it was about us as our translator had said something to him…but I caught the words American, Russian, and then he spit at the ground…I thought “Okaaaaaaay… that was not good!” Our translator didn’t even pay him any notice and he and John continued on with their conversation as if the guy was never even there…he finally gave up and went away singing and swaying, only to come upon another group of people and start all over again. People REALLY like their Vodka here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, ya…and I decided to test the fashion waters today. Instead of wearing my black trench jacket this morning, I wore my red sweatshirt that says ‘Lakeside School Bulldogs” instead. Also, my red and white checked Carpi’s and my white tennis. Well, I got what I wanted…each person looked at me like I was from Mars! Last night when I was dressed all in black no one even glanced at me. As a matter of fact we drew no attention to ourselves at all until John opened his mouth at McDonalds and asked for water. So, it is true what they said…wear anything dark and you’ll blend right in. And tas for the comfy clothing thing…I saw no one dressed in anything less than jeans Deff. designer jeans though) and that was paired with a really nice jacket and heels. Lots of mini skirts and bare legs too. The weather s beautiful here…it is in the high 60’s to low 70’s…just like fall in the states. I will stick to my black stuff from here on out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday our Facilitator asked “Where is it you are from?” (For the purpose of authenticity I’m ‘writing’ the Ukrainian accent of my Facilitator here) I of course gave him a strange look, laughed and said “The USA”. He then said “No, I mean, how you say? What is you origin/ background? Where do you people come from?” I told him I have some Indian in me, but other than that I have no idea. So he then says “You’s luk Russian.” And that my long blond hair and blue eyes blend me in. I then confessed that I am practically solid grey, dye my hair, and that it is normally darker grey/brown. “Ah, that explains all then…you born darker hair, No? It Ok, even more Yous must be Russian!”?” I agreed. I have seen a lot of people with my features here and on the plane bound for Germany. BUT, all I am seeing is a lot of dark heads around here…there are blonds, but not nearly as many as the brunettes. I can’t see eye color as most people are wearing sun glasses. Not knowing all of my family heritage, maybe I do have some Russian in me somewhere, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, and one last tidbit. John decided he wanted to purchase and view the first two episodes of 'Lost' while we were here. (We watch very kittle network TV) So he put it in last night and I'm like "WHAT??? This is about a plane crashing!? No way am I watching THAT!" I barely made it as it was. I DON'T NEED to see a movie about crashing airlines...Sheesh! Needless to say John watched it by himself....":)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is the scoop for today. We are loving the e-mails and updates from home. I will post some pictures soon. Love to my sweet children and friends :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33864135-116023871947007674?l=kympatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/116023871947007674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33864135&amp;postID=116023871947007674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/116023871947007674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/116023871947007674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/2006/10/our-first-full-day-in-kiev.html' title='Our first full day in Kiev!'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11733219705463523263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/335199066_b0092ee5f2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33864135.post-116015948381992342</id><published>2006-10-06T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T03:01:43.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Good evening family and friends. We are here! John and I arrived safely in Kiev at 4:15 p.m. We are in a nice hotel room located across from O’Brien’s pub at Independence square. It has a kitchen, washer/dryer, microwave (hooray!) and a REAL toilet. We met briefly with our Facilitator, went and had dinner at O’Briens, bought bottled water, and now we are ready for bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to tell you all the highlight of the trip had to be the flight over. We drove to LAX with Stephanie and Bryce, had Mexican food (figured it would be while before we ate any of that again) and pulled up to the airport curb at around two o’clock. We waited in line to check in FOREVER , had to go to customs to declare all the cash we were carrying, have our luggage x-rayed, go through securities which included taking off our shoes, etc. We made it to our gate easily 15 minutes before boarding and got on the plane with no trouble at all. We flew Luthsansia (sp?) and they are wonderful. Two awesome full meals, endless drinks including BEER, (John was happy!) wine, snacks, two movies, and a really nice crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John loved the service, but hated the seats. When we checked in there were not two seats together (since we got our tickets so late) and the ticket gal rearranged everything and got us two tickets together. We were fine with that. Then, while we were at the customs desk she hurried over and handed us two different tickets. She said that due to a few held seats not being claimed she was able to get John an isle seat. Boy! Talk about customer service. That was the great part. The bad part was poor John couldn’t have been anymore cramped. Thank goodness for the isle seat. After two hours the person one seat over from me went and sat in a seat next to a friend and that gave John and myself all four seats to stretch out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the two movies I took a walk up the isle, and then took one Ambien. O my! That was the best idea ever. I drifted off and when John woke me up the sun was shining and we were 30 minutes from landing. I felt like I had been sleeping in a bed and got a good nights rest. I have never slept on a plane before. This is deff. the ONLY way to fly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our appointment is on Monday at 11:30 am. We will know shortly after that when we get to go see Oleg at the orphanage. Tomorrow we meet our translater and see some of Kiev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night and I will write more tomorrow…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kym&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33864135-116015948381992342?l=kympatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/116015948381992342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33864135&amp;postID=116015948381992342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/116015948381992342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/116015948381992342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/2006/10/we-are-here.html' title='We are here!'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11733219705463523263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/335199066_b0092ee5f2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33864135.post-116002894069002891</id><published>2006-10-04T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T03:01:43.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiev here we come!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/112/261245550_22ee383ed2_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/112/261245550_22ee383ed2_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olegs first day at Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I thought I would NEVER get to write that! The moment is FINALLY here! My butterflies are all still there, but I’ve got them in a straight line now… LOL. I AM SOOOO EXCITED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fly out of LAX tomorrow morning and will land in Munich Germany, then on to Kiev arriving 4 p.m. Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of our bags are packed and ready to go. Entertainment is all there. We have countless movies. John has both seasons 1 &amp; 2 of ‘Lost’ and I have seasons 8 &amp;amp; 9 of Little House on the Prairie and have met my 50 lb luggage goal with several books in my bag. Beef jerky and Cashews, games, magazines and a Russian translator round out my belongings (oh, and don’t forget the Charmin :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so excited and I doubt I will sleep tonight. My good friend Stephanie is coming tomorrow to drive us to LA, and she will then take Aidan home to her house. Aidan is thrilled – but I am missing him already! A five year old had no way to comprehend how long we will be gone. All Aidan knows is he is going to have fun with the girls and Andy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got everything squared away at my office. I owe it to each of my coworkers to write here how grateful I am to them. They are handling their own work plus mine. I work with the best people and the best company ever! Allowing me to travel with no worries. Thank you all so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time I write I will be in Kiev. Adios! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33864135-116002894069002891?l=kympatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/116002894069002891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33864135&amp;postID=116002894069002891' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/116002894069002891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/116002894069002891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/2006/10/kiev-here-we-come.html' title='Kiev here we come!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11733219705463523263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/335199066_b0092ee5f2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33864135.post-115977000386721478</id><published>2006-10-01T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T03:01:43.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting ready...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/3723/1600/scan.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/3723/320/scan.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is one of my favorited photos - just thought I would share...Aidan and Bryceton - As my oldest son Chris says "Watch out girls, they've got charm!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today I did a trial packing…everything is gonna fit fine in my one large luggage size duffle bag. I will also have a carry on for books and other stuff. It really irks me that due to the new flight rules I cannot take my Mary Kay on board with me, because if they loose it I am in trouble. I can’t live without my Mary Kay! Habit, I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we announced at church that we had our date. I am so excited and my stomach is all tied up inside constantly. BIG butterflies! Best diet ever I tell ya! Everyone’s prayers mean so much to us - THANK YOU! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We passed a basket around our Sunday morning class to collect donations for the ping-pong table John and I want to donate to the orphanage. I figured I would take the money from my yard sale and add it to what ever was given to meet my goal of one table and 100+ bibles. WOW! After it was all said and done we collected $564. That will buy and deliver one ping-ping table, paddles and a lot of balls! We are also supplying Russian bibles for the children at the orphanage. I cannot wait to see their faces when we send that ping-pong table over. Currently they have created their own version to play with. They have a long table with books lined up in the middle ‘tent style’. They then use a book for a ‘paddle’ and commence to ping and pong :) I guess where there is a will there is a way huh? And the bibles are so special there. The children don't have them...well they will now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, via the church office I turned the money over our good friend Trey at RU4 Children and he will see that the table is ordered and ready to roll along with the bibles when we get to the orphanage. They will need to rent a truck to transport it all as the village where Oleg’s orphanage is located in about 2.5 hours away from Kharkiv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My yard sale was a huge success yesterday! Including any donations I raised over $600! I am thrilled! Every penny counts on this big adventure. That money covers Oleg’s plane ticket home. Just what I wanted…a BIG thank you to all of our friends and my co-workers who donated items for the sale. In the end I had one big bag of clothes, and three boxes of little stuff to donate the Salvation Army. Everything else sold. I am so blessed to have such wonderful and caring friends! Oleg’s adoption has definitely been a team effort. You guys are THE BEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, a special &lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU &lt;/strong&gt;to my friend Deb who helped me set up and actually run the yard sale at her home. She was an Angel and it would have been rough trying to do it without her. She was exhausted and not feeling well – yet she still got out of bed early in the morning to help me set it all up. She even put out my signs for me. And praise the Lord for holding off the rain that made itself evident today. Whew! That would have not worked out at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie helped out a lot tonight by sharing little bits (and some big bits) of info they have gathered form their trip to adopt Valera. It is very helpful to have the knowledge of someone who has already done this before. They are so great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, off to bed. I have another busy day tomorrow! I remember someone once said that all the butterflies in your stomach are fine…the trick is to get them all to fly in formation…I am gonna go have a talk with my butterflies now…:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33864135-115977000386721478?l=kympatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/115977000386721478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33864135&amp;postID=115977000386721478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/115977000386721478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/115977000386721478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/2006/10/getting-ready.html' title='Getting ready...'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11733219705463523263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/335199066_b0092ee5f2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33864135.post-115957663218032042</id><published>2006-09-29T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T03:01:43.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG! OMG! OMG! We have a date!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/97/235277463_9708945da0.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/97/235277463_9708945da0.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is incredible how quickly things can change. In the blink of an eye my life went from a frustrating “hum drum” wait to “hurry up and get it done!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the scoop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a looooooonnng day at work I went to my friends house to prepare for my up coming yard sales this weekend to help pay for plane tickets. We were sorting everything out when my cell phone rang. It was my husband and he was blurting something that I could not understand. (I thought it was strange that I could not understand him. I knew it was his ring tone). When I asked him to repeat himself it took only a moment for me to figure out he was crying and saying “We have an appointment”. Stunned! I was completely STUNNED! I yelled to my friend Deb “We have an appointment!” Oh my God, thank you Lord we have an appointment!!!” Then I remembered to ask when??? John told me October 9th. WOW! There’s nothing like a little bit of warning, but I AM NOT complaining! We get to go get our son! I am SO EXCITED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was jumping up and down and hugging my friend Deb and trying to dry my tears (I DO NOT cry pretty!) and get a hold of myself. Special note: Let me share with you that my friend Deb has been with each time something big happened in my life. And consequently I have been present a few times in her events too…She was there when we got the news we would be adopting Aidan. She was there when we woke up to a call at 6 a.m. that Aidan’s birth mother was in labor (and took care of my kids AND the additional church kids we were hosting for a youth rally). And she was there when I got this call about Oleg. She says she is my ‘good luck charm’ :) I think I believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so sure we would not be traveling until November! That darn paper getting lost was not allowing us an earlier appointment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got control of myself I called my mom, then my boys Chris and Bryce, then my friend Mike, then the Copeland’s, then my friend Stephanie…and my boss! OMG! I cannot believe this is FINALLY happening! We will be a family in time for the Holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am running around with butterflies in my tummy trying to buy airline tickets and get everything done at the last minute, including Aidan’s independent study while he stays with my friend Stephanie. Not to mention sorting out my desk at work and getting coverage…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness! We have to finish the barn, take down the pool, pack, get the tickets, organize the bills, make arrangements for Aidan, and on and on and on…I know I will miss something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe it! OMG! OMG! OMG! Thank you Lord, THANK YOU&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33864135-115957663218032042?l=kympatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/115957663218032042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33864135&amp;postID=115957663218032042' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/115957663218032042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/115957663218032042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/2006/09/omg-omg-omg-we-have-date.html' title='OMG! OMG! OMG! We have a date!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11733219705463523263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/335199066_b0092ee5f2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33864135.post-115887017211475515</id><published>2006-09-21T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T03:01:43.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delays...Delays...and more DELAYS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The above says it all!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning of this adventure our friend Marie made a statement. Marie said that compared the Ukraine, the US form of bureaucracy will move like the speed of light---she was right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called our Facilitator yesterday to see how things were going, and to check on the status of the ‘possible’ known child appointments for the last two weeks of October as at this point there has been no news. Victoria could neither confirm of deny this rumor as all she knew was it was still being discussed…So, that is delay #1…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delay #2…they have lost a valuable paper that is needed for Oleg to be considered a known child! The way I understand it, it goes like this: Step #1 is the orphanage Director is contacted by some office (not sure which one) and they confirm verbally that Oleg was indeed a known child, hosted, etc…and wants to be adopted (The children have a say that is point). Step #2 is the facilitator has to sign a form stating this info and the dates- blah, blah, blah - and send it to this contacting agency. Step #3 is that ‘said’ form has to be sent from that agency to another agency for verification. Step #4: ‘Said’ form then is forwarded to another office where is verified, signed and forward to the SDA…Here is where the ball stopped rolling. Our Facilitator was hot on the trail tracing the journey of ‘said’ letter to this point, at which time they told him “No worries, we have a whole pile of those”. Our Facilitator threatened to report them on not doing their job, etc. So, now he is trying to get the letter taken care of and delivered to the SDA asap. Victoria says it will be a couple more days before we hear anything on this matter. PLEASE pray that the red tape surrounding every adoption related office in the mess is cut and that can get the letter to the SDA! I have no choice but to sit back and wait for news on what is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that leads me to delay #3. With all of this it would appear that we are not going travel in October…MAYBE, we will go in November, but not even that is assured. I know that God is good and all of this is in His hands, and we will go when we are suppose to go. BUT, I miss my son terribly and the maternal bond is strong regardless of where he is. I pray for him daily that he is okay and remains in good care. All we want is to bring HIM HOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, please, please pray for Oleg and us. We need all of them we can get. :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33864135-115887017211475515?l=kympatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/115887017211475515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33864135&amp;postID=115887017211475515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/115887017211475515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/115887017211475515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/2006/09/delaysdelaysand-more-delays.html' title='Delays...Delays...and more DELAYS!'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11733219705463523263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/335199066_b0092ee5f2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33864135.post-115855288454457744</id><published>2006-09-17T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T03:01:43.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A picture, A picture!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, as I expected today was a challenging day. I had to go to the fore-mentioned coaches training, we had team pictures and a celebration of Johns birthday! Needless to say we were all pretty tired by the end of it all. After we arrived home I came in and found this pictiure waiting for me from Stephanie. Can you imagine my excitement? I was yelling at John "Get in here and look! It's a picture of Oleg!" Tears and more tears! And a new longing to have our son home! I introduce to you the most current picture of Oleg! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/90/246143113_1c82f568d6.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                           Our sweet Oleg and Stephanie Young...Look how tan he is!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                              Stephanie wrote in her note "Your son is AWESOME!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He has been at 'summer camp' (If you can even call it that! Primative camping is more like it!) and I can't get over how much older he looks with the sun bleached hair and that tan! Don't you think he looks like a Califonian already? LOL...I don't think I've ever &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;seen &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a tan Ukrainian before! I am anxiously waiting for the other pictures and video Stephanie will be sending me. What a great way to end the day huh? Adios!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33864135-115855288454457744?l=kympatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/115855288454457744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33864135&amp;postID=115855288454457744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/115855288454457744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/115855288454457744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/2006/09/picture-picture.html' title='A picture, A picture!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11733219705463523263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/335199066_b0092ee5f2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33864135.post-115846697196832336</id><published>2006-09-16T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T03:01:43.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about Aidan this week :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/88/246203537_f24694cfd9.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/88/246203537_f24694cfd9.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aidan at Yosemite Bible Camp this past May! 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aidan had his yearly heart checkup at Valley Children’s Hospital this week. I got a call at 4 p.m. on Wednesday informing me that there was a cancellation the next day (we were on a cancellation waiting list). So, I cleared the day off with my terrific boss and packed the bags to drive to Fresno that night. My ‘bestest’ buddy Stephanie lives there and I will take any excuse to go stay with her. After we were though we OF COURSE had to shop at my FAVORITE store…Home Goods...Ahhhhh...Good times! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/88/246203537_f24694cfd9.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as always I drive the short distance from Stephanie’s home to the hospital, I see the hospital upon the hill. It is large and impressive…and my heart still races each time I see it. I remember the dread of driving to that hospital so many years back. I still get the same feeling each time I take Aidan back there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we pulled up and started to walk in Aidan asked why we were there and I told him to have his heart checked. He then asked me “What of it is broken again?” at which I replied that I didn’t think it was, but if so, they would just fix it again. This seemed good enough for him and off we went. When we were in the first examination room waiting for the EKG, Aidan asked, “Mommy, when will I get to see the red and blue again?” Wow! He is so smart! He remembered that from the last time he was there…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, praise the Lord! Aidan got a clean bill of health! His little ‘hiccup’ or misfire heart rhythm that was there last year has corrected itself and was not at all evident this time around. Doc says he probably outgrew it. Aidan is always so good with the Echocardiogram and the EKG…he don’t move or anything. Just lays there like a good little boy and lets the Dr. do her thing. He didn’t care. He just wanted to watch Lilo and Stich on the TV overhead! We still have a few things to watch out for, but the prognosis is a full recovery and no impending problems! Praise God again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we are done we have a tradition of going to the gift shop and buying Aidan a T-shirt. Well, this time we bought both a T-shirt and a sweatshirt because we couldn’t make up our minds to which we liked better. The proceeds go back to the hospital and it’s the least that I can do – given that they saved my sons life. Also, we ate at the cafeteria. It is so cool! All the walls are panted like under the sea and you feel like you are swimming with the fishes. We had mini pizzas and Aidan had Strawberry milk…it was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan had his fourth soccer game this morning. They did so well last week and totally bombed this week. The Mighty Red Dragons just didn’t have their acts together today. One good thing was that at least it was cooler today! Well, there is always next Saturday. I’m actually getting the hang of this coaching thingy…Oh ya, and I have to attend a MANDATORY three-hour coaching certification clinic tomorrow and THEN team pictures are at 3 p.m. AND, it is John’s birthday tomorrow…this should be very interesting :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News with Oleg is the same – waiting to see if there are any appts. Scheduled for the last two weeks of October. Rumor mill says that they will be closed from the 20-31st to review documents – but it is still only a rumor till we hear other wise. FRUSTRATING! No sense in getting all worked over something that may not even be true. The bible says to trust in the Lord, and that is what I am doing…Psalms 20 – read it if you have a chance. Right now it is what I hang on to…See ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33864135-115846697196832336?l=kympatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/115846697196832336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33864135&amp;postID=115846697196832336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/115846697196832336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/115846697196832336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-all-about-aidan-this-week.html' title='It&apos;s all about Aidan this week :)'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11733219705463523263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/335199066_b0092ee5f2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33864135.post-115812613785854095</id><published>2006-09-12T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T03:01:43.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I heard news today. I called my facilitator and she updated me on the ‘going’s on’ over there in the Ukraine. Apparently they have posted appointment dates for the month of October with dossier numbers in the 14000’s that have been waiting a long time (some up to 2 full years!) My facilitator also stated that the SDA had promised to get to some of the older known children that month, and that the additional list of those children would be finished on Thursday. As I have found out in the past there is no customer service in the Ukraine, and they are NEVER on schedule – so I’m cautiously holding my breath that we will end up on that list. As I said before we are slated for December…and will only be moved if they choose to move us. *sigh*…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I will wait till Thursday the call them again and see what they have found out. It is all I can do. Pray and wait. Pray and wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, John and I spoke with Stephanie and we were able to discuss in depth a little more concerning her work at Olegs orphanage. First of all I have to crow! I am so proud of Oleg! It would seem that my little man has been paying attention in his English lessons and he is reading English! That’s right! He read my card and everything I wrote to him out loud to all of his friends! Can you believe it? Seven months and the child is now bilingual! I am such a proud mama!!! Stephanie also said that Oleg was very sweet and helpful with her. Apparently a lot of items come up ‘missing’ over there (I have been told that stealing does not have the negative condemnation it does here. It is only considered bad if you get caught – otherwise it is simply classified as survival). Well, when two balls that were essential to a few games they were learning to play came up missing, guess who brought them to her with out being asked? Oleg! He went and found them and made sure she had them. Just one of many stories she told us about. I should be getting the video soon…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie also told us about the hotel they stayed in. It is a four star hotel that has a restaurant, clean linens, NO BUGS (thank you God!) and is 30 minutes from the orphanage! They hired a driver to travel back and forth to the orphanage and best yet, the hotel is only $45 per night! She said it is four star per ‘American standards’, not Ukrainian – so I am counting my blessings now! The princess has a soft pillow and hot water! Hooray! THIS is GOOD news :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie also told us of several projects that the Director is dreaming up for the improvement of the orphanage. One is a wrestling room (VERY big over there). He already has room designated and needs mats and dummies …another is bookshelves for the museum (it has allot of history of their small village, books of other families that have adopted children, etc. It really needs some work. And last but I believe the most important is the day camp the children go to for the summer. It is bout thirty minutes away and it is very rural. It has not plumbing (only rough out houses) and there is nothing for the children to do. The weather there is hot like it is here, and a pool would be great. The only problem is water is not good there…and who would maintain it? And there is the cost of chemicals, etc. Remember I wrote how Oleg LOVED the water? Well, it would appear it is that way for a lot of kids. I think we need to put our thinking caps on and find a way to make the camp more enjoyable for the children, along with a way to teach bible studies and such like my friend Trey does. John and Mike are pros at this and they really have no outline, timeline, or guidance. They are open to suggestions and would love to improve it. If we equip them with the tools of knowledge, they can do it themselves and teach others too. Stephanie’s group does teach bible studies while they are there and it is so popular. The children love to learn about God, and when they are through with the lessons the kids continue to ask questions! These children need to know that there is HOPE for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, John has hired someone to start sheeting the outside of the barn next week, and our windows have been ordered and are on their way. So, it is very possible that the whole outside of it could be finished in a couple of weeks. This is good as John really does not want this to move into winter, and his plans are to have it finished before we go to get Oleg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is another day…what will it bring? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33864135-115812613785854095?l=kympatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/115812613785854095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33864135&amp;postID=115812613785854095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/115812613785854095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/115812613785854095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/2006/09/updates.html' title='Updates...'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11733219705463523263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/335199066_b0092ee5f2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33864135.post-115803204177030110</id><published>2006-09-11T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T03:01:43.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Oleg is doing well!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;O what a beautiful day! In the midst of the sadness on this - the 5th anniversay if 9/11 - I have found a ray of joy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day started out as usual – but changed quickly! While in status at work this morning I received the phone call that I was waiting for! It was Stephanie Young! The one I just wrote about on Sunday. Stephanie said she had made it home yesterday from the Ukraine and after she got some sleep, she knew she had to call me ASAP. I do believe she’s and Angel in disguise…She said, “Kym, your son is so awesome! He is the kindest, sweetest, and best little boy I have ever met! He knows you love him and believe me, he is ready TO COME HOME!” She said she took video of Oleg while he was opening his gifts and will send it to me as soon a she can find the cable needed to download it off her camera. Stephanie also stated that the Director (who is a very kind man) knows we are adopting Oleg and of course Oleg knows we are coming to get him as soon as we can. He really misses us and she said again “he is SO ready to come home!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is pretty hard to discreetly stand in your corner of the office area on the phone crying in the middle of a status meeting. As she told me all the news on Oleg tears were rolling down my face and there were no Kleenexes to be found anywhere! I was so choked up I could hardly talk and all I could say was “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I finally pulled myself together as asked her for her phone number so I could call her later when I could get a hold of myself and talk. John and I tried to call her when I got home but her hubby said she had already gone to bed. (She’s pretty pooped after 27 hours traveling home) So, we will talk to her tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had asked her to talk to the Director about any projects we could do for the orphanage while we are waiting there. They have several and we will discuss these with her in depth. I will be trying to raise funds to pay for anything we can accomplish while hanging around waiting for Oleg’s adoption to finalize…it will feel good to help out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie also researched the closet hotels, and other things we would need to know while there. Like I said, I think she’s an Angel! Thank God for putting this person in my path!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Information wise we of course are still waiting. I have found out from other helpful adopters that the list for October appointments has not yet been posted. Two families are there right now and they are posting their finding as soon as they can find internet access. Some things are the same as with the NAC, others have changed. If the current scenarios are correct, that would mean that the letters have not gone out yet – as the current rumor is they don’t post the dates until that (the letters being mailed) happens. People with dates close to the first of the month seem to get theirs per UPS, while others later in the month get theirs snail mail. So, I sit here with hope that we just might still be on that list for ‘Octoberish’ as we were told could happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for our little boy that he remains safe and sound until we can get to him, and for all the families who suffer from 9/11 and who will never see their daughters or sons again :(&lt;br /&gt;God bless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33864135-115803204177030110?l=kympatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/115803204177030110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33864135&amp;postID=115803204177030110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/115803204177030110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/115803204177030110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/2006/09/our-oleg-is-doing-well.html' title='Our Oleg is doing well!'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11733219705463523263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/335199066_b0092ee5f2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33864135.post-115795340301249717</id><published>2006-09-10T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T03:01:43.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet "John"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/3723/1600/IMG_1414.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/3723/320/IMG_1414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"John" on a white screen before being inserted into a picture.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Oleg went home we wanted to have a creative way to keep in touch with him. There is only so much you can write about concerning everyday life - Especially to a small Ukrainian boy who probably doesn’t know what you are talking about anyway! Our cleaver solution was this: we took Olegs dog, (that he made at Build A Bear at Disneyland - another great story for later) creatively named ‘John’ (By Oleg), and with the help of our computer guru friend Mike inserted him onto several pictures featuring far away places - and some not so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/3723/1600/IMG_0549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/3723/320/IMG_0549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oleg dressing his bear...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I sent a picture of ‘John’, I would tell Oleg about the places ‘John’ had been while Oleg was gone. For example, ‘John’ has been to the London Bridge, visited the great pyramids, see the California red wood trees, and attended the Super Bowl; just to name a few. ’Johns’ final trip will be with us to the Ukraine to pick up Oleg and bring him home…I can’t wait to reunite them! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33864135-115795340301249717?l=kympatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/115795340301249717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33864135&amp;postID=115795340301249717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/115795340301249717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/115795340301249717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/2006/09/meet-john.html' title='Meet &quot;John&quot;'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11733219705463523263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/335199066_b0092ee5f2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33864135.post-115786528897661099</id><published>2006-09-09T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T03:01:43.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping in touch with Oleg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"You've Got Mail!"- I love that movie! Each time I see that a new e-mail has come in from a friend, family or acquaintance I get excited! Recently it was from Stephanie Young who works with the Fostering Hope team. She and several other great volunteers are working over in the Ukraine as I write at Olegs orphanage and later at another one in Novo Vodolaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/3723/1600/IMG_4293.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Olegs orphanage...&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/3723/1600/IMG_4293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/3723/320/IMG_4293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I originally met Stephanie while viewing the blog of another family that adopted a pretty young lady from the same orphanage where Oleg lives. (They were both hosted through Ninel at US Global Exchange). Anyway, Oleg turns 12 on 9/20. We are going to miss his birthday :( When Stephanie wrote me that they were going to be traveling over there this month to build a sensory gym for the children I e-mailed Stephanie back and asked her if she could take a gift to Oleg for me. She was very thoughtful and agreed. I am SO grateful to her! I over-nighted them (Of course several presents and a card even a non speaking Ukrainian child could appreciate) to her (Fed Ex again – I give them lots of $$$) and she called to confirm that they got there in time. We talked on the phone for a while, sharing thoughts and ideas on how we can make a difference over there. I am so thankful to God for my new friend! She said when the Fed EX man brought her the box she told him what it was for and he was very touched. So, Oleg should have gotten his gifts by now! I am anxiously awaiting word from Stephanie on how the trip went. She said she would take pictures of Oleg for me and shower Oleg with extra TLC! So, C’mon mail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same note I want to also give thanks to Slava and Polina live in Kharkiv and are so wonderful to us. Polina takes e-mailed letters I write to Oleg and translates them before forwarding them via snail mail to him. Slava is a minister and works with another friend Trey with RU4 Children. This ministry is solely devoted to the spiritual feeding of these children. (see link). Slava took time to visit Oleg for us and assisted us in buying him clothing and such. John took all the video clips from Olegs trip here and created a video movie for Oleg to see. Slava then played them for Oleg on his laptop. Slava said he watched it 3 times. Slava also took some pictures for us. Our little man is so hansom! Unfortunately our laptop was stolen and those photos were on it. These people have helped us keep in contact with Oleg and it means the world to us. Thanks you to my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you will, please remember to pray for us! According to the Dossier numbers posted, we are slated to go in December, but have been told there is a strong possibility that it could be October since Oleg is a known child. Please pray that with God’s good timing we can go get our son. And for Oleg that he remains in good health and that his well-being is cared for while he waits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33864135-115786528897661099?l=kympatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/115786528897661099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33864135&amp;postID=115786528897661099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/115786528897661099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/115786528897661099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/2006/09/keeping-in-touch-with-oleg.html' title='Keeping in touch with Oleg'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11733219705463523263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/335199066_b0092ee5f2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33864135.post-115781360914208188</id><published>2006-09-09T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:15:08.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying busy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waiting and waiting and waiting...Each day is filled with beyond busy and normal everyday activities - then a blog and chat room search looking for any new news - then back to laundry, homework, cleaning and soccer practice etc.&lt;br /&gt;That is my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met some nice people on-line yesterday, and found some great 'what to take with you when you travel to Ukraine' advice. I told John he had better make room for that Charmin toilet paper in the suitcase :) But really, I have a list of over 30 items that have been suggested by many past travelers to bring, and each one makes sense. So, I will be working on that project this week. Here are some great suggestions for those in my shoes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rolaids (Fried foods)&lt;br /&gt;Pepto (Viruses &amp; more fried foods)&lt;br /&gt;Flashlight (frequent power outages)&lt;br /&gt;Toilet paper (No explaination needed there!)&lt;br /&gt;Eurpean sized pillow case (apparently nothing that touches your head or bottom is soft over there:)&lt;br /&gt;Hand sanitizer&lt;br /&gt;Cold &amp;amp; diarrhea medicine (Viruses and maybe fried foods again?)&lt;br /&gt;Umbrella (you walk everywhere, so it is handy in the winter/spring)&lt;br /&gt;Safety pins,&lt;br /&gt;Wet Ones&lt;br /&gt;Flat drain stopper (for sinks and laundry)&lt;br /&gt;Extension cord (small one for laptops, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;Tylenol (for me that will be from all of the cigarette smoke - apparently they smoke a lot over there)&lt;br /&gt;Travel sewing kit&lt;br /&gt;Downy wrinkle releaser (strong chance we will have to wash our clothes in the tub)&lt;br /&gt;Fabreeze (for when you CAN'T wash your clothes)&lt;br /&gt;Chapstick, washcloths and/or hand towels&lt;br /&gt;Band-Aids&lt;br /&gt;Ziplock bags&lt;br /&gt;Ambien or other sleep medication for in the trains and planes&lt;br /&gt;A hot pot ( For Johns REAL coffee. I have heard countless time it is all instant over there, and anything else that requires hot water)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Check, check and check...I'm on it!&lt;/strong&gt; ICan't live without my Chapstick and curling iron and Mary Kay - they are at the top of the pile - and anything else is roughing it for me :) John said it sounds like a camping checklist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/3723/320/scan.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Our barn at the end of the first day. In the morming it was just a slab. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Those guys sure worked fast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;John has his own brand of mind occupation. He spends his time working on our barn. As my role is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;clearly &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;defined as to the domestic 'princess' (my close friends know what that means), I only have to help if it does not threaten to break a nail! LOL! He is quite an accomplished and talented man, my dear hubby. And we have a super bunch of friends and neighbors who each come over at different times to help him out. All in all, it is a labor of luv!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Aidan has a soccer game at 9 a.m. and I'm the coach - off I to grab my whistle and go! Adios! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096903986667591794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx0kpyRoLT4/RrvXK9uYGHI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3B3aiqtxOT4/s400/IMG_2959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our barn...about 75% done...This should keep John busy for a while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33864135-115781360914208188?l=kympatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/115781360914208188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33864135&amp;postID=115781360914208188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/115781360914208188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/115781360914208188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/2006/09/staying-busy.html' title='Staying busy...'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11733219705463523263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/335199066_b0092ee5f2_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx0kpyRoLT4/RrvXK9uYGHI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3B3aiqtxOT4/s72-c/IMG_2959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33864135.post-115760842364688120</id><published>2006-09-06T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T03:01:42.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patiently waiting (or not???)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today was one of those days where you try to concentrate on the project at hand as to not allow your mind to wander on depressing thoughts. I am fortunate to work for an excellent company with an equally excellent boss...and co-workers. My day is filled with the crazy non-stop world of staffing...enough to keep my mind constantly occupied. It is GOOD to be that busy! Thoughts of getting to see your sweet boys face light up at the first sight of you coming to get him make your stomach do flip flops and threaten tears. My fellow co-workers are seemingly understanding of my mood swings...but I'm confident they really don't have a clue as to what my heart and mind are going through right now. I can’t take this stuff to work with me, as professionally it needs to stay at home. But, I can use work as a tool to keep my mind occupied!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To try a paint the picture of how I feel I want to tell others that have children (or someone VERY close to your heart) to imagine if you will that person in your arms. You watch them sleep and pray over them. Perhaps he/she is dribbling a ball down the field in a game of soccer, or playing on the jungle gym at the park. You see their smile - feel it when it is shown in your direction. Then, someone of authority comes and says he/she must go away. They were only on loan, and you must let them live with another family far, far away to where it is impossible to see or touch them. But if you do everything the authorities tell you, fill out the paper work and pay the money needed, there will be a strong consideration on your part and they may give them back to you. And so you do it. Because you want nothing more to give them once again a life of peace. A future. A faith. A FAMILY! And then you wait. And you wait. And you wait. Life goes on. You cope, but do not forget. "Soon" they say. "You will travel at this and that day". Then, "Nope! Sorry! Change of plans!" Then "Okay, now you can go soon". "No, wait! They changed their minds!" Am I painting a picture you can hold on too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see...my life (and Johns equally) is torn between loving the family I have...all the projects at hand that demand my full attention, and of course cherishing every busy day. Every thing on my daily agenda that points towards normalcy...just so I can hang on to the threads of hope that one day, SOON, we will go get OUR son; born from another person, who was meant to be with us for the rest of his life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, with that being said it is now the 6th of September, and still no word as to when or where those darn appointment letters are gonna show up. I look at those big brown UPS trucks and wonder if one is driving towards my home to bring me the 'envelope of joy" or in other words; the letter containing Olegs appointment date. There are plenty of others waiting too...Wonderful families waiting for the chance to go get their child. Speculations and guessing abound on the posting boards. But in reality no body knows what is happening...and you know us Americans; we want results and we want them NOW! I have learned one important lesson out of all of this so far - patience! God had given me ways to cope. My friend Trey told me once a short time back that God's timing is perfect...and I know in my heart that is true. But the fact still remains that there is NO customer service where the Ukraine is concerned. Perhaps the Ukrainians need to experience life lessons concerning microwaves...they are speedy and reliable. Or perhaps better yet learn a thing or two about milk - something that is immediately gratifying, wholesome and good far ya, and it does a body and mind good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Sigh*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Come on guys! Hurry! Hurry! HURRY UP! Will ya?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33864135-115760842364688120?l=kympatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/115760842364688120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33864135&amp;postID=115760842364688120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/115760842364688120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/115760842364688120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/2006/09/patiently-waiting-or-not.html' title='Patiently waiting (or not???)'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11733219705463523263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/335199066_b0092ee5f2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33864135.post-115741628895461976</id><published>2006-09-04T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T03:01:42.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Would We Be Without Our Friends?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/3723/1600/IMG_1296.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/3723/320/IMG_1296.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back row: John, Kym, Debra and David. Middle: Bryce, Oleg, Danielle, Chris, and Mike -Front: Taylor, Aidan, Delaney, Jacob and Teresa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Have you ever had friends so dear to your heart that you would do anything for them? People that you look forward to seeing every day of your life? I know most of us all have family, and family always has a piece of your heart because - well, they're FAMILY :) And to see them is always good - But these other people I am talking about are the ones that catch you when you fall and your family is not close by to help. They pick you up when you need it, or look to you to do the same for them if need be. They treat your children like their own, and you plan trips and volunteer for projects just so you can share good times together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it be praising God, camping in the mountians or the beach, working at a church camp or other function, or the biggest of all 'raising a BARN!' LOL - John and I are blessed to have the best friends in the world! The Copelands, the Wolfs, the Steens, the Beasleys, the Beebe's and Mike Minton mean the WORLD to John and I both. Ever since we came together as a bible study group 7 year ago they have been there for us. When we brought Aidan home from the hospital they were honorary aunts and uncles - he adores them! When Aidan had open heart surgery they were there. When my older boys graduated from high school they were there. When my boys needed to make $MONEY$ they were given jobs with opportunity! And when Oleg came to visit they were here for him. Showering him with love (and of course gifts) they made him feels like part of a family, not because they had to, but because they wanted to. Oleg basked in the glow of their kindness and love! These people will forever be part of my childrens lives and I do not know where we would be without them! They are our support during all of this adoption process. Marie Beebe knows pretty much everything there is to know about the Ukraine and Stephanie and Greg Steen will take care of Aidan while we are gone and he will be loved and spoiled to death! Mike Minton spent hours assisting me with this blog so that John and I can stay in contact with them and our families while in the Ukraine. Teresa Copeland buys all sorts of 'goodies' for the orphans that we will take over with us when we travel. They all wrote personal letters for the nerve wracking home study which took a lot of time out of their days to complete - and they had to overnight most of them!..I love my friends! They all are the best! We could not be making this trip without them! THANK YOU GANG!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33864135-115741628895461976?l=kympatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/115741628895461976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33864135&amp;postID=115741628895461976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/115741628895461976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/115741628895461976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/2006/09/where-would-we-be-without-our-friends.html' title='Where Would We Be Without Our Friends?'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11733219705463523263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/335199066_b0092ee5f2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33864135.post-115741192583362486</id><published>2006-09-04T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T11:01:11.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoption Time Line...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hoping to assist others in the adoption process, I have tried my best to provide a time line of the progress in achieving our Dossier. A completed Dossier in 10 weeks is basically unheard of, but as we are a testimony to that effect it can be achieved! Perhaps it will serve to help guide others in the tedious collection of paper work etc. In addition I have added costs where available and I will continue to add as completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/10/2005 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- John meets with Victoria Katz. Pays $1000 facilitation fee and brings back application for adoption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/12/06 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Passports done and submitted. ($26 photos, $194 passports)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/13/06 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- On line request for 3 certified copies of Kym’s birth certificate. ($27)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/18/06 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Copy of Johns birth certificate and our marriage license acquired ($54)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/19/06 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;– With Victoria’s recommended list John finally locates an agency with an excellent reputation that will perform the Home Study right now and slips us in due to another families cancellation! Pay deposit fee ($350) and submit applications and paper work for it to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/20/06 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;– Homestudy payment to Adoption Options ($800)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/20/06 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Received the letter of acceptance on I-600A ($755), and received additional M-349 form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/22/06 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Provided Homestudy with proof of insurance, education, financial stability etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/23/06 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- John and Bryce have Lives can fingerprinting done. ($114)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/26/06 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Kym’s Live scan and finger printing done. ($89)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/26/06 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Redo John and Bryce’s fingerprints - they are lost! ($84)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/31/06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; – Family physicals completed. ($90 co-pays, $50 paper processing fee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/31/06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; – Final payment to Adoption Options ($1000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2/02/06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Medical reports and Dr. license notarized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2/03/06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Hired Courier services in Pennsylvania to pick up Kym’s Birth Certificate and have it Apostilled. ($35)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2/14/06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Dept. of Homeland Security sends letter-confirming acceptance of I-171H. Visas faxed on 2/24/06.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2/14/06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Took forms to INS Application Support Center for fingerprinting of John and I ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2/21/06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Notarized Adoption Options and social workers license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2/21/06 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Homestudy complete!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3/3/06 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- All paperwork and certificates Apostilled in Sacramento. ($310)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3/4/06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Passports finally in - Dossier is now fully complete!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3/5/06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Victoria mailed off Dossier to Alex (Our Ukrainian Facilitator) for translation and submission to the NAC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3/18/2006 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Received official letter from the Consular Section Dept. of State stating that our Dossier has been translated and is being submitted the NAC. Alex is there trying to get us a date before they close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3/27/06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; – Victoria called us while out of town stating we needed to compose a letter explaining how we came to know Oleg and why we are choosing to adopt him. Since pre-selection is not allowed and in this case could be construed as such, the letter is necessary. Composed letter and e-mailed it to Victoria the same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4/2/06 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;– Received official letter stating our Dossier had been accepted. Now waiting on the NAC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/3/06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; – Received the news that the NAC is officially dis-banned and transferring all dossiers to the new NSD. &lt;strong&gt;Darn! Darn! Darn!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6/13/06 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- News form Victoria that the NSD will be re-opening on 7/3/06.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7/11/06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Additional notary signatures on forms needing to be re-submitted to the new NSD affirming we still wish to adopt Oleg. ($20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7/14/06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - resent forms stating we wish to continue the adoption process of Oleg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8/21/06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; – Received word form Victoria that our I- 171H was lost during the transition between the old NAC and new NSD – Resent copy to Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8/30/06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; – Received word NAC has issued all dates for September. We are now hoping for October or November… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;9/28/06&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Got word we have a date October 9th!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;9/30/06&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Plane tickets $3200 (including the new $400 reticketing fee for John and Carrington (Oleg) to come home)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;11/08/06&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Visa finished! Health exam finnished! Carrington is coming home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;11/11/06&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Experience finished! We are ALL home! Living expenses $4915. This included Visa, Health exam, taxis, trains, meals, apartment(s)/hotels(s), groceries, etc...John and Carrington were seriously delayed, so they had some expected apartment/hotel fees...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Misc. numbers:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total Adoption costs: $ 21189 to date...still adding up misc. receipts...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FedEx fees to date: $351.23 (maybe I should buy stock!)&lt;br /&gt;Homestudy $2150&lt;br /&gt;Facilitator deposit fee $1000&lt;/em&gt;  - total fee $10000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33864135-115741192583362486?l=kympatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/115741192583362486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33864135&amp;postID=115741192583362486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/115741192583362486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/115741192583362486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/2006/09/adoption-time-line.html' title='Adoption Time Line...'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11733219705463523263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/335199066_b0092ee5f2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33864135.post-115741169008849836</id><published>2006-09-04T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T03:01:42.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/85/233426067_6d5f8fb43a_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/85/233426067_6d5f8fb43a_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the beginning Oleg and Aidan got along like they had known each other their whole lives. Oleg treated Aidan very well and often gave in to Aidan on the littlest things. Aidan has long sense been the center of the universe in our family and is by all rights a little (well, really allot!) spoiled. BUT, he did so well sharing his room, bed, and toys with Oleg! By day three of this little adventure we knew we were smitten and I had no idea how I was going to send this child home! Oleg was warm, loving and so well behaved. His caregivers obviously do a good job taking care of him. So, the day came when we put him on the phone with a third party translator and she asked him if he was having fun, and did he like us, etc. He said yes. (This was his first time ever using a phone - it was funny!) She then asked him if he would like to live with our family and he said YES! and dropped the phone and ran to John and hugged him tight with an ear-to-ear grin on his face! So now we knew the feeling was mutual! We spent our holiday doing what all Californians do. We went to Disneyland! Quite a thrill to a Ukrainian child who has never been in a car let alone on a roller coaster ride! All in all he did well. He did have a couple of meltdowns - but we were well prepared for that, as we knew this would be a huge over stimulation for him. He loved the pool at the hotel there, and we later found out they don't take baths so all the fresh clean water added up to 2 thirty minute baths each day...he loved it! Our family and friends showered him with gifts and love. Although he arrived with a backpack containing 3 each of socks, underwear and T-shirts (all girls clothes mind you!) Oleg went home with a huge suitcase full of clothes and toys - including gifts for his fellow orphans to pass out.&lt;br /&gt;When Olegs caregiver Ludmyllia came to stay with us the last couple of days we enjoyed our time with her and we even got her on a horse! It was great! On her last day we took her to a restaurant as a family. Ludmyllia was soft-spoken and very sweet. If she spoke any English we never heard it! Oleg was all smiles as he ordered his favorite meal for breakfast - chicken nuggets! As we ate John was teasing him on his newly acquired pudgy belly. Oleg came to us sullen and pale with little color in his cheeks, and skinny (at 11 yrs he only wore a size 7). He was going home healthier and with a little more meat in his bones. As we joked Ludmyllia started to cry. I was alarmed! Oh GREAT! What had we done! Why was she crying! Not a good start for a meeting where you want to make a good impression on the only voice you have going back to the orphanage! I got on the phone immediately and called a translator - and after they spoke to her they were laughing when the told me 'She is crying happy tears. She has never seen Oleg so happy!" Phew! We all were relieved! I was getting a little worried there. But, it just confirmed even more that this little boy was a part of our lives and we had to make it stay that way! God was working with us and his plan was clearly spelled out!Now the sad part! When the time came for Oleg to return home I knew I could not do it. He stayed close to my side for the last day or two - prior to that it was all about John :) Women are for sure the authority over there in their eyes. John was more fun - I was the rule enforcer...As it came time for Oleg to leave my heart was broken. I don't think I have ever felt such a severe sense of loss and pain as I did at that moment. As he got in the car he was crying and I told him "I know you are sad. We are going to come get you - so don't cry. You have to be a good boy and listen to your teachers so they will let us come get you Oleg. We love you!" He still doesn't know English well, but I knew he understood what I was saying to him that evening. Oleg then told me "I love you mama! I love you!" and off they went. At one point when they were at the airport John said Oleg took the keys and said "Papa, let's go!" Let me share with you that my husband was severely temped to do just that. But at the risk of jeopardizing future visits for other children, he of course knew that he could not. So now you see how we came to love this little boy Oleg...I will continue the rest tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33864135-115741169008849836?l=kympatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/115741169008849836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33864135&amp;postID=115741169008849836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/115741169008849836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/115741169008849836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/2006/09/from-beginning-oleg-and-aidan-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11733219705463523263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/335199066_b0092ee5f2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33864135.post-115741112154092347</id><published>2006-09-04T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T03:01:42.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How it All Began...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on with the long part... My name is Kym and my husband John and I have 3 terrific children. Christopher (age 20), Bryceton (age 18) and Aidan (age 5). We were blessed with Chris &amp; Bryce biologically, and additionally blessed to adopt Aidan at birth. (That’s a whole other story in itself!) I work as a Staffing Manager for a large staffing firm, and John has worked 20+ years for the local city fire dept. We are happy, albeit busy Christian family currently on a mission to adopt a child from the Ukraine named Oleg. Unlike a majority of soon to be adoptees, we have actually met our child prior to submitting our dossier. Here is how it all began...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1818/3723/320/IMG_9696.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At the airport picking up Oleg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While attending church in November 2005 I heard an announcement concerning a Ukrainian hosting program taking place through the holiday season for approx. 3 weeks. A child that had been given the privilege to participate was in need of a sponsor family to assist with his travels. This was due to the original family having no choice but to back out at the last minute for unforeseen difficult financial reasons. (To this day I am grateful they did! You will see why as I write). That was God's first play in all this... Marie, another member of our congregation who was a past participant in this program - and who had recently adopted her son Velera from the Ukraine - was asked to assist in this search. She showed us the picture of Oleg - with this awesome grin on his face - and I knew we had to do this! We had to give this child a Christmas he would never soon forget. With the aid of our church we combined funds to complete Olegs sponsorship and awaited the day he would come to visit us. Oleg is 11 yrs old and from the Sakhnovschina boarding school (fancy way of saying orphanage!) in the Kharkiv region. As we waited at the San Francisco airport at midnight December 21st I had no idea how this adventure would change my life forever. As instructed by the hosting Director, we had sent Oleg a picture of our family and a letter from us welcoming him and telling him how happy we were to be meeting him. Armed with that and the knowledge of what we looked like, he locked eyes with my husband and raced towards us when he came down the tarmac. He embraced John, then saw me and hugged me tightly! Although he did not speak much (actually VERY, VERY, VERY little) English, but his smile and his face said a thousands words! He just kept hugging us and speaking Ukrainian. When we asked the hosting Director to interpret she said, "He is happy to be here, and wants to know where Chris, Bryce and Aidan are?" We laughed and had her explain it was midnight and they were at home in bed! Then he said something to her and she smiled as she said, "Oleg wants you to know he is happy to be here with his family." He then made a circle with his hands and said "family"...I think we were goners at that point - we knew he was a special boy! The ride home was 5 hours long. It was filled with Oleg showing John how he could say colors, numbers, and a few other choice words in English. As we made our way home he was amazed at first by all the cars, then Johns camera (he takes excellent pictures!) the houses, then as we walked through the door to our home, the beautiful Christmas tree all lit up to greet him. His eyes were big as saucers when he saw all the presents! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33864135-115741112154092347?l=kympatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/115741112154092347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33864135&amp;postID=115741112154092347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/115741112154092347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/115741112154092347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-it-all-began.html' title='How it All Began...'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11733219705463523263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/335199066_b0092ee5f2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33864135.post-115741027033261544</id><published>2006-09-01T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T03:01:42.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day God Introduced Oleg...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/250/3714/320/IMG_9695.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hi there! Thanks for dropping in! Well, I'm EXCITIED! This 'blog thing' is new for me! I wish I had the knowledge 8 months ago that I do now on how handy blogs can be. Not only do they help keep family and friends up to speed on what is going on (we lead an incredibly busy life style - like many other Blue Blooded Americans do!), but to assist those in the future (like myself) on the adoption process and all that comes with it...So, in all fairness to those who may be spending countless hours surfing the net for stories like mine - and possibly meeting me and my family for the first time, I will attempt to bring our story 'up to speed' over the next few days. There is a long journey that took place just to get where we are right now- and with the grace of God we will finish with flying colors! But just to make it more clear where I am in the process - like many others we are currently in the hurry up and wait stage of our journey to bring our son home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33864135-115741027033261544?l=kympatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/115741027033261544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33864135&amp;postID=115741027033261544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/115741027033261544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33864135/posts/default/115741027033261544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kympatterson.blogspot.com/2006/09/day-god-introduced-oleg.html' title='The Day God Introduced Oleg...'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11733219705463523263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/335199066_b0092ee5f2_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
