Home Sick

Already we are home sick. I miss my boys like crazy. Cooper graduates from Pre-K tomorrow, sniff sniff. I think once we have Anastasia the time will go by faster.
We are picking her up Friday morning.

The past 2 days has been spent driving from place to place doing paperwork. It's not hard work on our part, since we don't speak Russian, we usually just have to sign on the check mark.

In Russia everyone is registered in the district in which they live, so you can't just move and not register. Well for whatever reason she was still registered according to her mother's address. So we had to relinquish that, then do this and that and something else, haha. This took hours on end in the car in the craziest traffic you have ever seen.

We were hoping to find out the cause of her mother's death, noone wants to fess up. I know that the orphanage must know, but they do not want to say. Part of me is scared what we may find out, 31 year olds don't just die. And no matter how bad the news, we want to know, because Nahstia one day will want to know. She may already know. This will be something we will find out hopefully when we do her birth family search. It will not be something we share with anybody most likely. It will be kept secret by us until she is old enough to know, then it will be her information to tell as she likes. Through this birth family search we may also find out who her father is, unlikely but maybe.

Gary was excited because we moved apartments and there is a Carl's Jr. just a couple minutes away. I guess this is the same as Hardee's in the US. They are the most American I have seen here, they even have salad with real lettuce. And our favorite part, fountain drinks with ice and refills!