Nastia, Anna, Tonya, and Sosha coming down the terminal.
Mikalai and Aleh pose with "Mr. John"
Their plane arrived before three (it was supposed to land at 3:30), so we only had to wait about forty minutes for them to clear customs. The kids were glad to see me and wanted to come "home." They weren't thrilled to stop and eat, though they ate almost everything they got, declared it good (which won't be the case tomorrow, I'm sure), then wanted to know if they could ride their bicycles to grandmother's when they got home, play the xbox, and eat ice cream before bedtime. They weren't thrilled to be told it would be dark when we got home, but I think they were very happy that Bobby was at the church waiting for us and not waiting at home. It's 11pm, and they're supposedly in the bed. The boys have already checked out all their new stuff, emptied toy bins looking for their favorite toys, deleted some they didn't want (Aleh discovered my yard sale box for Lydia and swapped out a few items), checked out the baby goose and the dogs, as well as discussed who gets which bike.
Aleh looks well. I had a dream the other night that he came with a black eye, but for the first time ever he arrived at the airport dressed well and actually looking cared for. My heart is happy for him, and glad to see him a little more settled. Our six week race is now officially on.
Mikalai and Aleh pose with "Mr. John"
Their plane arrived before three (it was supposed to land at 3:30), so we only had to wait about forty minutes for them to clear customs. The kids were glad to see me and wanted to come "home." They weren't thrilled to stop and eat, though they ate almost everything they got, declared it good (which won't be the case tomorrow, I'm sure), then wanted to know if they could ride their bicycles to grandmother's when they got home, play the xbox, and eat ice cream before bedtime. They weren't thrilled to be told it would be dark when we got home, but I think they were very happy that Bobby was at the church waiting for us and not waiting at home. It's 11pm, and they're supposedly in the bed. The boys have already checked out all their new stuff, emptied toy bins looking for their favorite toys, deleted some they didn't want (Aleh discovered my yard sale box for Lydia and swapped out a few items), checked out the baby goose and the dogs, as well as discussed who gets which bike.
Aleh looks well. I had a dream the other night that he came with a black eye, but for the first time ever he arrived at the airport dressed well and actually looking cared for. My heart is happy for him, and glad to see him a little more settled. Our six week race is now officially on.
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