Well we got to the orphanage this morning and we were led to a small room, all 3 of us couples, told to take off our shoes and wait and they would bring us our little girls. After about 5 minutes Lena came in and said mama and dada for "peanuts name" I was like here, here, she's ours! She was perfect. She was wearing a purple shirt and skirt and Turquoise tights. What a combo! But she was so somber and quiet but went right to me and molded into my arms. What a wonderful feeling! We just stood there and held her while the other little girls were brought in. It took quite a while, but we finally got her to break out of her shell a little, with the help of some puffs and yogurt melts. We got to play with our little ones for right about an hour and a half and then I got to take Peanut back to her room, she had missed lunch but the caretaker promised that she would get fed. We also got to talk to the doctor and she had all postive things to say about her. Her one medical that we knew about from the beginning, and nothing else.
We then went to lunch were we met 5 families that were picking up their little ones today, and had some insight for us. It was nice to talk to people who have been through it! After lunch we went back to the orphanage and I was told that Peanut was still napping but we could get some paperwork done while we wait. We signed our intent to Adopt and gave her her new name. And no we are not telling! Peanut came in and you could tell she was still sleepy but she let me pick her up and she just molded again, it was perfect. She quickly woke up and she went right into play mode. She ran and hid from us and ran, and we got some great giggles from her. It was priceless. The only complaint I would have was I was down to my short-sleeved shirt and I was still sweating. One family opened the window and she quickly got scolded by Lena that the babies would get a cold. So it was closed. She really latched onto us, and would bring me things she found, and really wanted us to play with her. We had about 3 hours with her, but it was so hot it was not the greatest quality time. We get to go back tomorrow to visit, and then we hop back on the train to head back to Moscow. I don't know if we will get to blog tomorrow, but will from the airport. Have a great day!
Again, excuse the typos.
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