This morning we went to the open market in search of plastic flip flops. I figured that they would be easier to find than plastic shoe covers so early in the morning. . . and perhaps cheaper. I was wrong about both, but we finally found them and were on a bus headed to the baby house.
Here is a picture of the baby house as we walk in the gate. It is very well maintained compared to some of the other orphanages we have seen. We changed into our new shoes before heading upstairs to get the boys.
It was great to see the boys again. Our hearts yearn to be with them.
Our Little One fell asleep in John's lap after about 1/2 hour. I was able to transfer him to my arms where he slept for another 45 minutes. It was heaven.
Just as we walked in to get our Big Boy he was putting on his shoes. He seemed thrilled to see us. That changed as soon as he saw that we were going into the therapy room to play instead of outside. Needless to say he was a bit rambunctious.
He threw the game pieces down and had to help pick them up. It was either that or sit in my lap. It was nice to see what he chose.
After we played in the ball pit for awhile, John took our Big Boy outside to play. There is not anything he cannot do! Some older boys who had not seen him before asked for our Big Boy to show them his hands. He did proudly, they said cool, and proceeded to play with our Big Boy.
When it was time to take the boys back to their groupa, I learned that it was time for our Little One to eat. I saw them put him in a chair at the table where they began to feed him a very good sized portion of kasha. Even with me right there, they just shoveled it in. That will change soon. I gave him lots of kisses and said good bye.
Rachel and I met up with John and Big Boy just in time to see the groupa coming back in for lunch. Big Boy was okay with us leaving today because he knew he would see us again.
We can't wait!
