I got a late start, and then I zoned out during the subway ride, and missed my subway stop, so I jumped off, jumped back on, jumped off at the right stop, and then took the slow bus to the orphanage. So I got there late, and figuring that our littlest angel is probably still at the hospital, I just checked in on the other two.
I think the little man missed Daddy. He was not happy to be held, and then didn't really want to play with me, either. He didn't want the ball today, but did play with the truck. He didn't like that I put the links in, and he had to take them all out, as I put them in. I blew raspberries on his back, and he would turn away slowly, with such dignity, as if to say, "I'm not impressed by this silly behavior of yours."
|"You're so booring... I miss Dad!"|
|"I guess it wouldn't hurt to play for a little while..."|
The other day we were wondering how people can always tell that we're american, and our facilitator told us that we just look american. We thought that maybe we smiled more than the people in this country, and she agreed. I thought that maybe it was because David has long hair, and a moustache, which aren't really seen here. She agreed, and said that he also has a very american face, but that my face looked more eastern european, probably because of my Czech grandmother (I had told her about that already.) As proof of that, today when I went out by myself, I got a lot fewer stares, and two people stopped me to ask directions. Not only do I look eastern european, but I also look like I have a good sense of direction!