Yesterday was our last "free" day. We took full advantage of it! The girls actually slept until 10:00 am! I have no idea why, but Jon and I didn't complain about getting to sleep in a bit as well! We had a very slow morning, short naps after lunch (not that these were needed with sleeping until 10:00 am, but it was more to stay with a routine), and then we hung out in a park for the afternoon with the other American family that is here adopting. The girls had fun with the kids, and Jon and I enjoyed conversation with adults! It was a win-win! By the time we left the park it was dinnertime. We had already decided to eat out, so we went back to Lido's and, again, ate too much... but man, it was good! Once we walked back to the apartment it was time for baths and a little watching of the Olympics before bed.
After the girls were in bed we got a phone call from our lawyer. She asked us how our weekend had been and, somewhat apologetically, said that she needed to ask each of us personally a question: at this point did we still want to continue with the adoption of the girls? Umm... yes! Our lawyer told us that she knew it felt a bit silly, but legally she had to confirm it at this point in time.
This morning I had to wake the girls up early. They looked totally confused as to why they were being woken up (don't worry, girls - I won't make this a habit). They had to get up, have breakfast, and we all had to be ready by 9:00 am for our final orphan court-appointed social worker visit! Our social worker has been great. She is easy to be around... she reminds me of a bubbly grandmother. She didn't even stay 1/2 hour today (the other visits have been about 1 hour). She, like our lawyer had the evening before, also asked us if we still wanted to continue with the adoption of the girls. Again... yes!! She smiled and said it looked like we were all emotionally attached to each other, and that she is submitting the paperwork with her recommendation that we can proceed with the adoption. After she and our lawyer left, the four of us danced around the apartment with the girls singing, "America, America!"
Unfortunately, I think they thought we were going to America right away. So, we had to sit them down and explain (again) how many days we still had until we leave. After this Milana got very moody, and I think in her disappointment with not leaving now she decided that she was going to push the limits and be disobedient. It was over something really silly as well - I think Jon asked her not to go back to her bedroom... to stay in the living room where we could see her, and she threw a tantrum about it. There aren't any toys in their bedroom here, so there is no reason for them to just be in there. Plus, for now, it is easy to monitor how they are treating each other when they are in the same room we are.
So all day at different times the girls would look at us, hold up four fingers and say (sort of), "4 more days: America?" We have had to reassure them all day that, yes, in four days we are leaving for America. They are a bit fixated on that at the moment.
Tomorrow afternoon we have our second orphan court appearance, and then either Jon or I will go with our lawyer back to the orphanage to pick up more medication and the girls passports. We are not all going because I don't want the girls to ever have to go back there. Then Wednesday we have a U.S. embassy hearing (or interview... not really sure), Thursday we get the girls' visas, and then Friday: America! 4 more days: America!
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