Grace loves to draw as much as any 4 year old. She does a pretty good job of it as well.

We made it to the orphanage today by ourselves, partially walking and partially catching a marshootka. Grace’s groupa was running slow so they still had to eat breakfast and we learned why she wasn’t so excited about the tea cookies we’d brought for snack a few days ago…that’s what they eat for breakfast. They had those and some tea, which I suppose is much easier to clean up after than the yogurt and fruit we do at home. We got to play outside a bit and noticed that she’s occasionally saying ‘yes’ and maybe ‘Daddy.’

After our visit we wanted to see if we could figure out where one of the marshootka routes stopped closer to our apartment so we hopped on and just stayed on, thinking it probably just ran through the

Grace loves the slides as well. We got a lot of "again again," only in Russian.

main part of the city where we live. Ummm…no. We passed the stop we knew, at the train station, and it just kept going. By the time he got to the end of his route we were about a 30 minute drive out of the city and we thought he was telling us to get out so he could take his break. Philip managed to mime a ‘U turn’ and he said he was going to do that and he agreed to let us stay on and had us sit up front so we could tell him when we wanted to get off. He knew a few words in English so we managed to tell him we were from America and he introduced himself as Slava (we think). Like everyone else here we’ve managed to communicate with, he was curious why we had come HERE. They are all trying to get out and can’t fathom why an American would come to their city. He was a very sweet older gentleman and is one of the nicest people we’ve met here so far. He patiently drove us back into town and made sure we got off at the right stop by the train station (I’d had to pull out the picture dictionary to show him where we wanted to go). He refused to let us pay and we’re laughing at the thought that maybe Slava has a blog and tonight he’ll post about these 2 weird Americans who refused to get off his bus. It took an 1.5 hour marshootka ride, but we learned to say train (poyest) and that our town is much larger than we originally knew!

For all of you who were praying for our paperwork, we’ve heard that Sasha was able to get the paper he needed from Grace’s hometown today and it’s on it’s way to Kiev. We’re hoping to maybe hear something about a court date by Wednesday.