Dima explained that international adoptions are on the decline and national adoptions are on the rise. Maybe good for the kids, but bad for the business of adoptions?
After the appointment, Dima offerred to drive us home. The walk to the SDA was 15 freezing minutes, but the drive back was a warm slow hour. At one point, we were 1 block from home and Dima made a turn into traffic which was the longest drive around a block I have ever been a part of!
It is snowing and even colder than yesterday. You can't do anything but close your eyes walking into the wind. We went for a Ukrainian buffet and had perogies, chicken kiev, and borsch. I had to go back for seconds on the perogies when the first order turned out to be stuffed with sweet cheese and plums. The second plate was back to the basics potatoes and cheese. I wasn't complaining about the extra food ;-).
It was getting dark on the way home and we decided to hit the park up. This is the same park where Voss rode his first motorized Jeep. In the middle of the park there was a wooden house Svietah Nikolai set-up. We cautiously approached the spectacle of 2 christmas trees dancing with a snowman outside as not to get pulled into some forced picture production or having to dance. Sure enough the lead christmas tree approached and started yelling something in Russian to which I replied "Ne Panymayeh PaRuski". "Not a problem," she answered, "Come to house of Nikolai, same like your english claus."
So we drag Voss into this wooden house where Nikolai is flanked by 2 angels all dressed in white and blue. Nikolai warmed Voss up with a box filled with a giant gingerbread cookie (ugh, more gingerbread!) and proceeded to talk to him non-stop in russian for 5 minutes. They snapped a picture, printed it out and gave it to Voss. I offered some $$ on the way out but they declined. What?? Weird. A house set-up in the park giving away free cookies and pictures? ...and we were almost the only people in the park!
The walk back home in the dark was rough. It was COLD. Voss started complaining so we ducked into the subway station for warmth. He was fine after that because he started throwing snowballs at Cindy again. For some reason he won't throw them at me. Maybe I got him a little too good the other day?