After some time together in the morning, it was time for the children to eat lunch. They are instructed each and every time before eating to wash their hands...and I'm reminded that I fall way short as a mother in the number of times I ask Charlee and Andee to wash their hands before meals. Just building immune systems, I suppose.
|And my children at home are never so happy while washing their hands...unless they are splashing bubbles on my freshly cleaned mirrors.|
|Always so eager to smile for the camera...even over a bowl of soup.|
Naptime? Yes! For both me and the children. Among the many instructions I've been given while here, one has been to take a nap almost daily. So, for a couple hours in the afternoon I have the teachers' room all to myself and I'm told to sleep. The sleeping part doesn't always happen, but it's a nice thought. Now if I only I could figure out a way for someone to instruct me to sit and do nothing for 2 hours each day at home!
|My naptime setup...and coincidentally also where I will sleep this evening.|
At 3:00 pm, Maria comes to get me from my nap and we meet up with the children who are dressed to play. I'm surprised I wasn't instructed to bring my own gym clothes.
|My little athletes.|
And we are off to the gymnasium where there is no shortage of fun activities to play.
|Plenty of riding toys for children of every size.|
|So far I haven't found anything this boy doesn't do well.|
|Beating Mom at bowling.|
|It's important for athletes to refuel after all that activity.|
|I'm pretty sure the other kids weren't too happy that they had to schoolwork while Kate and Max got to play.|
|Mom the teacher (still in that sweater). Ukrainian children need Rainbow Loom bracelets too.|
|Making a masterpiece together. Thank you, Kate, for being the resident photographer.|
Once I've finished eating, Maria shows me to my room and explains that I am to lock myself in for the evening and she will return and knock on the door at 9:00 am the following morning. So, I let her out, turn the key and lock myself in to my room for the evening. What an odd thing to be spending the night at the orphanage where your children have lived most of their lives. But stranger still is that I feel safer here than I have in the apartment the entire time I've been here. There's something about knowing that at the orphanage I am known, not well, but still at least my face has become familiar to not only the children, but also many of those who work there. At the apartment I'm a stranger and an American stranger at that.
So, with that said, it's time to hopefully get some sleep. One thing's for sure...if I cannot sleep, at least I'll have something to do...eat. Because there isn't enough of that happening during the day...ha!
|Carrots and salad...perfect midnight snack.|
|And when I awake in the morning, I get to sport these amazing shoes. Per Maria's instructions.|
добраніч. Good night.