<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:41:18.810+01:00</updated><category term='karaganda'/><category term='travel'/><category term='military'/><category term='news'/><category term='home study'/><category term='court'/><category term='tips'/><category term='visa'/><category term='family'/><category term='immigration'/><title type='text'>Kick-Paddle-Breathe</title><subtitle type='html'>Why we think we&amp;#39;re Special:  military family, citizens of one country (US), living in another (Poland), with kids born in a third (2 in Germany) &amp;amp; fourth (1 in Kazakhstan).</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511610254321253491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TKRZX88pcPI/AAAAAAAACeY/ggf5URq6cTY/S220/IMG_1755.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-1412281507531319046</id><published>2010-10-07T13:35:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T15:47:06.795+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween vs. All Saints Day</title><content type='html'>Here in Poland, the tradition of visiting family graves on All Saints Day (Nov. 1) takes precedence over any Halloween hoopla.&amp;nbsp; A trip to my favorite grocery store, Auchan, showed aisles and aisles of pretty lanterns meant to adorn the grave site of loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TK2eLd2LmJI/AAAAAAAACgY/CvxvoiP044g/s1600/2010-10-07+09.14.57.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TK2eLd2LmJI/AAAAAAAACgY/CvxvoiP044g/s400/2010-10-07+09.14.57.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TK2eYu0szJI/AAAAAAAACgc/SRlH-aNtns0/s1600/2010-10-07+09.14.47.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TK2eYu0szJI/AAAAAAAACgc/SRlH-aNtns0/s400/2010-10-07+09.14.47.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, there's more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TK2d7OTMtiI/AAAAAAAACgU/85aIVz9i6Io/s400/2010-10-07+09.17.59.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apologies to the future Grown Up Bailey.&amp;nbsp; Your hair wasn't always full of static, we were playing peek-a-boo. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TK2d7OTMtiI/AAAAAAAACgU/85aIVz9i6Io/s1600/2010-10-07+09.17.59.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As we walked through the store picking up our food for the next few days, I kept my eye out for any costumes.&amp;nbsp; None found.&amp;nbsp; All Saints Day FTW!&amp;nbsp; Can I get a woot woot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of celebrating and partying on All Hallows Eve, the Poles, and most of Europe, choose to dress up for Pączki Day, also known as Fat Tuesday, Shrove Tuesday, or Fasching.&amp;nbsp; Well, maybe there's a little partying on Halloween... we'll let you know at the end of the month. :o)&amp;nbsp; Anyone up for a Halloween party at the Sims house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TK2diLe3AGI/AAAAAAAACgM/Ud3kpQljyfs/s1600/2010-10-07+10.55.48.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TK2diLe3AGI/AAAAAAAACgM/Ud3kpQljyfs/s400/2010-10-07+10.55.48.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey was less than happy by the time we left Auchan, and pretty fed up with Mama taking so long.&amp;nbsp; You can see how ridiculous our cart looked with all the pool floaties (for Jack's birthday party).&amp;nbsp; We definitely got more stares than normal today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TK2vdGxdepI/AAAAAAAACg4/vzMH_5LpCXc/s1600/IMG_2597.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TK2vdGxdepI/AAAAAAAACg4/vzMH_5LpCXc/s400/IMG_2597.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute are these milk containers??&amp;nbsp; If we can't go see Mickey, at least Mickey can come to us.. on our milk containers.&amp;nbsp; Can you guess which container the kids will pick as their own?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-1412281507531319046?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/1412281507531319046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=1412281507531319046' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/1412281507531319046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/1412281507531319046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2010/10/halloween-vs-all-saints-day.html' title='Halloween vs. All Saints Day'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511610254321253491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TKRZX88pcPI/AAAAAAAACeY/ggf5URq6cTY/S220/IMG_1755.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TK2eLd2LmJI/AAAAAAAACgY/CvxvoiP044g/s72-c/2010-10-07+09.14.57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-1057508274561977088</id><published>2010-09-29T21:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T21:35:51.461+02:00</updated><title type='text'>World Wide Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Tonight was our first installment of international cuisine and culture aptly named World Wide Wednesday by our oldest son Jack.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; While I originally intended to highlight one of the many countries in our family heritage, I decided to broaden my horizon.&amp;nbsp; We have lots of cultures to choose from within the family, but why not include Poland, the country we currently live in?&amp;nbsp; Couldn't I also include China? Italy?&amp;nbsp; Canada? :o)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose Poland as our first choice since we're trying hard to learn about this country we currently call home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-20362" height="299" src="http://www.justfoodnow.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/Bigos-intopoland.com_.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Bigos, intopoland.com" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bigos photo courtesy of www.justfoodnow.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justfoodnow.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/Bigos-intopoland.com_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the menu tonight: Bigos, rotisserie chicken, broccoli and sliced bread with cookies for dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: Chopin.&amp;nbsp; Thanks to the Pawlak family for their suggestion.&amp;nbsp; They were right, Chopin is the sound of Poland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigos, translated as stew or hunter's stew (also as confusion, big mess, &amp;amp; trouble), is hailed as the national dish of Poland.&amp;nbsp; I see it on nearly every menu and all supermarkets.&amp;nbsp; A local salad restaurant even deviates from their veggie menu with a hearty offering of bigos &amp;amp; bread.&amp;nbsp; Full of sauerkraut, onions, mushrooms, and different kinds of meat, this 'stew' is cooked for hours and typically served with potatoes and bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; The verdict on Polish Cuisine &amp;amp; Culture?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bob:&amp;nbsp; Impressed.&amp;nbsp; Gave Mom the night off bed/bath/dishes duty.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Laura:&amp;nbsp; Loved it!&amp;nbsp; Our next dog will be named Bigos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jack:&amp;nbsp; Only wanted the chicken.&amp;nbsp; Absolutely no bigos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; Vic:&amp;nbsp; No comment; he chose to sit under the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bailey:&amp;nbsp; Too busy wolfing down chicken and broccoli to comment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-1057508274561977088?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/1057508274561977088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=1057508274561977088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/1057508274561977088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/1057508274561977088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2010/09/world-wide-wednesday.html' title='World Wide Wednesday'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511610254321253491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TKRZX88pcPI/AAAAAAAACeY/ggf5URq6cTY/S220/IMG_1755.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-3671579487055468178</id><published>2010-01-18T00:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T00:44:57.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Train Crazy Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S1OY7VYY11I/AAAAAAAACHk/zcb8w5RBRJc/s1600-h/IMG_0450.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S1OY7VYY11I/AAAAAAAACHk/zcb8w5RBRJc/s400/IMG_0450.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Vic at our Lego table turned train table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S1OaSRgrs7I/AAAAAAAACH0/mYO0xCWdKPU/s1600-h/IMG_0461.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S1OaSRgrs7I/AAAAAAAACH0/mYO0xCWdKPU/s400/IMG_0461.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jack manning the controls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S1ObAwM_HpI/AAAAAAAACH8/G7W4h3AEbZY/s1600-h/IMG_0442.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S1ObAwM_HpI/AAAAAAAACH8/G7W4h3AEbZY/s400/IMG_0442.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bailey!&amp;nbsp; How did you get stuck in the Thomas train box?&amp;nbsp; That red bridge support can't be comfortable to sit on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S1OdB62xDPI/AAAAAAAACIE/R_ARi3y24r8/s1600-h/IMG_0446.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S1OdB62xDPI/AAAAAAAACIE/R_ARi3y24r8/s400/IMG_0446.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ha!&amp;nbsp; Caught Vic red handed, or rather pink handed with train track smudges.&amp;nbsp; I *thought* someone had messed with my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-3671579487055468178?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/3671579487055468178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=3671579487055468178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/3671579487055468178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/3671579487055468178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2010/01/train-crazy-kids.html' title='Train Crazy Kids'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511610254321253491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TKRZX88pcPI/AAAAAAAACeY/ggf5URq6cTY/S220/IMG_1755.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S1OY7VYY11I/AAAAAAAACHk/zcb8w5RBRJc/s72-c/IMG_0450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-3981160134371769339</id><published>2010-01-17T00:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T09:24:27.492+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathtime &amp; Ikea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When Bob or I announce "Bath Time!", The Littles come laughing &amp;amp; screaming down the hallway.&amp;nbsp; We parents also enjoy this short reprieve from The Toddler Whack (tm).&amp;nbsp; Aside from the occasional pouring of water over Sissy's head by Vic, or outright bath toy thievery from Bailey, The Littles get along while bathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S0kVF1NcRFI/AAAAAAAACA4/3xbuH3uP2LE/s1600/IMG_0081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S0kVF1NcRFI/AAAAAAAACA4/3xbuH3uP2LE/s400/IMG_0081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S0kVG_A3yKI/AAAAAAAACA8/LcMoEOFmQUo/s1600/IMG_0091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S0kVG_A3yKI/AAAAAAAACA8/LcMoEOFmQUo/s400/IMG_0091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bailey waits her turn to get in the tub.&amp;nbsp; I'm loving how her hair curls in the back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S0nOx7U4uMI/AAAAAAAACBc/bzN24omBFs4/s1600/IMG_0158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S0nOx7U4uMI/AAAAAAAACBc/bzN24omBFs4/s400/IMG_0158.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bailey &amp;amp; Vic laughing at silly ol' Dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S0nTlVDXWVI/AAAAAAAACBs/i0u3LnyYR-I/s1600/IMG_0216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S0nTlVDXWVI/AAAAAAAACBs/i0u3LnyYR-I/s400/IMG_0216.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vic on Mom-n-Dad's bed.&amp;nbsp; He's fast &amp;amp; will take off before I dress him if I turn my back.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I made an Ikea run today and had a blast walking the aisles with a great friend.&amp;nbsp; Jack and two buddies whooped it up in the Kinder Paradeis while my friend and I got to shop &amp;amp; talk.&amp;nbsp; The Littles were supposed to be napping at home for Daddy, but I found out later they gave him a run for his money.&amp;nbsp; Poor Bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm trying to think ahead for what I'll want once we're living in Poland (Poland!) so arrived with a long list in hand.&amp;nbsp; Once we move to &lt;a href="http://www.bydgoszcz.eu/"&gt;Bydgoszcz&lt;/a&gt;, the nearest Ikea will be in Warsaw, which is a 2 hr drive away I think.&amp;nbsp; As Ikea is so close to us now, we're trying to project out our wants &amp;amp; needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the top of the list were Bob &amp;amp; the boy's train related items: a long/wide table top or counter from the As-Is section for their train layout, an under-bed storage bin to be hacked into a &lt;a href="http://ikeahacker.blogspot.com/2009/08/model-train-display-case.html"&gt;train storage/curio&lt;/a&gt;, and under shelf lighting for my china hutch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Although she won't need it for another year, I bought Bailey a duvet to put in the darling duvet cover &amp;amp; pillowcase I picked up for a steal last year ($2.00,Thrift Shop).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've been daydreaming about what I want to give Bailey for her 2nd birthday, which isn't until October.&amp;nbsp; I normally don't think this far out, but again, we'll be in northern Poland and it's so.. well.. foreign to me right now.&amp;nbsp; I'm afraid everything will be incredibly hard for a few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyhoo...&amp;nbsp; I planned on building Bailey a girl-sized kitchen by hacking a few Ikea pieces.&amp;nbsp; Before I even got to price different items, my bestie Angela spotted a finished play kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.ctbites.com/storage/ikea-duktig-playkitchen2.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1245769306579" style="width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Done!&amp;nbsp; Thanks, Ikea, you think of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's a little more than I would have paid, but it's a much better finished product than I could think of.&amp;nbsp; This beauty has a microwave, oven, sink, and a two burner range that lights up as if it's in use.&amp;nbsp; I may make a fridge for her once we're in Poland depending on how much space I'll have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm keeping the kitchen and the pots/pans/utensils in their original packages so they'll remain undamaged when the movers do their stuff.&amp;nbsp; Not fun.&amp;nbsp; I *really* want to put it together and play with her, but it's best to wait.&amp;nbsp; I'd like to paint and add finishing touches to it like &lt;a href="http://mammaamericana.typepad.com/mamma_americana/2009/05/ikea-hack-play-kitchen-part-3.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; one I found on another int'l mom's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe I'll pick up some supplies to make felt food for her kitchen?&amp;nbsp; In my spare time? Ha!&amp;nbsp; Here's a yummy example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt="http://www.blogmamma.it/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/felt-food-torta-fragole.jpg" height="380" src="http://www.blogmamma.it/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/felt-food-torta-fragole.jpg" style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in;" width="390" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Too fun!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now I just need to figure out what to get the boys for their birthdays.&amp;nbsp; I'm thinking anyting train related for Vic's 3rd birthday in May and am still mulling over Jack's 8th birthday in October.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-3981160134371769339?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/3981160134371769339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=3981160134371769339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/3981160134371769339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/3981160134371769339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2010/01/bathtime-ikea.html' title='Bathtime &amp; Ikea'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511610254321253491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TKRZX88pcPI/AAAAAAAACeY/ggf5URq6cTY/S220/IMG_1755.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S0kVF1NcRFI/AAAAAAAACA4/3xbuH3uP2LE/s72-c/IMG_0081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-4572313663512350968</id><published>2010-01-14T21:26:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T23:03:21.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Snacks &amp; Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S0-QFdKuAsI/AAAAAAAACHU/PAnFArz6VQM/s1600-h/IMG_0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S0-QFdKuAsI/AAAAAAAACHU/PAnFArz6VQM/s400/IMG_0328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426714499408069314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cranberry muffins, Yum!  Bailey tries to help herself as Jack serves up an after school snack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been using a new cookbook I picked up over Christmas called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Saving-Dinner-Recipes-Shopping-Family/dp/0345464869"&gt;Saving Dinner&lt;/a&gt; by Leanne Ely.  You can see it waiting for me on top of the bread box.  This book is exactly what I need right now... healthy, tasty, yet kid-friendly menus, shopping lists, and recipes all in one spot.  Each meal is scaled for 6 servings, which is just enough to feed our family of 5 and have lunch left over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S0-O19OQ85I/AAAAAAAACHM/ELRBW843_Js/s1600-h/IMG_0359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S0-O19OQ85I/AAAAAAAACHM/ELRBW843_Js/s400/IMG_0359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426713133623341970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jack and I had fun making paper snowflakes to cheer up our view outside.  With the scraps he made a sweet bookmark for me while I cooked dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S0-O1enhAKI/AAAAAAAACHE/GWulTFl5vSU/s1600-h/IMG_0369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S0-O1enhAKI/AAAAAAAACHE/GWulTFl5vSU/s400/IMG_0369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426713125407752354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Littles watching a tractor plow our parking lot.  They spent about 20 mins watching this guy work.  Fabulous fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S0-NMuLFiGI/AAAAAAAACG8/cf7wXgNSwEk/s1600-h/IMG_0290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S0-NMuLFiGI/AAAAAAAACG8/cf7wXgNSwEk/s400/IMG_0290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426711325697214562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bailey "cooking" dinner.  Can you see the little bites out of her apple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S0-MJlpq2yI/AAAAAAAACG0/gmEj6cQFcgg/s1600-h/IMG_0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S0-MJlpq2yI/AAAAAAAACG0/gmEj6cQFcgg/s400/IMG_0273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426710172358335266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, those eyelashes are so scrumptious! Vic taking a rare bite of an apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-4572313663512350968?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/4572313663512350968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=4572313663512350968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/4572313663512350968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/4572313663512350968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2010/01/snacks-snow.html' title='Snacks &amp; Snow'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511610254321253491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TKRZX88pcPI/AAAAAAAACeY/ggf5URq6cTY/S220/IMG_1755.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S0-QFdKuAsI/AAAAAAAACHU/PAnFArz6VQM/s72-c/IMG_0328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-3595583143029540113</id><published>2010-01-13T22:34:00.020+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T00:10:04.762+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sims Family 2010</title><content type='html'>Oh my word, it's been about 6 months since my last blog post.  Life is passing by so fast, and it seems I'm in in the same spot I was 6 months ago.  A year ago.  It's hard to see the differences in-between diaper changes, washing dishes (which are still waiting on me) and the never ending laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S04_QAN6fMI/AAAAAAAACEE/EueFhC6Bzqk/s1600-h/Laura+Vic+No+makeup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S04_QAN6fMI/AAAAAAAACEE/EueFhC6Bzqk/s400/Laura+Vic+No+makeup.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426344145196842178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal for this year is to write on the blog or post pictures every day.  Well.. at least until I let myself off the hook.  Here are the rules: the house does not have to be perfect, my kids should be in all their glory, and I don't have to sport a perfect Tx 'do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I can do  this!  I just threw a no make-up photo of myself &amp;amp; my darling son on the blog. *This* is exactly what I want to remember. Vic is post-bath, sleepy, and sweetly petting the back of my head.  I think I may sneak into his room &amp;amp; give him another kiss as he sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S05MkV8K5gI/AAAAAAAACFs/dPi1aHPH5EQ/s1600-h/snowpatch5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S05MkV8K5gI/AAAAAAAACFs/dPi1aHPH5EQ/s400/snowpatch5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426358788276545026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a few pictures of our first snow day of the year.  We've had a lot more since, but this is the only day of pictures.  Thanks to my great friend Angela for taking these shots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys had a lot of fun running around and generally going nuts.  I think Bailey enjoyed herself.  Hard to tell.  She stood planted and mostly concentrated on what the other kids were doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S05M6ymvNyI/AAAAAAAACF0/oA7g6XV8B6s/s1600-h/snowpatch4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S05M6ymvNyI/AAAAAAAACF0/oA7g6XV8B6s/s400/snowpatch4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426359173928400674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S05NjCSockI/AAAAAAAACGE/H2YLoHz-XmY/s1600-h/snowpatch6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S05NjCSockI/AAAAAAAACGE/H2YLoHz-XmY/s400/snowpatch6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426359865333805634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S05EvL7ukrI/AAAAAAAACE8/u45ivqcVe1o/s1600-h/snowpatch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S05EvL7ukrI/AAAAAAAACE8/u45ivqcVe1o/s400/snowpatch2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426350178475872946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S05NycJa_DI/AAAAAAAACGM/y40_o2JhibU/s1600-h/snowPatch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S05NycJa_DI/AAAAAAAACGM/y40_o2JhibU/s400/snowPatch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426360129972534322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S05NUO4BbkI/AAAAAAAACF8/858MdZYbMAE/s1600-h/snowpatch3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S05NUO4BbkI/AAAAAAAACF8/858MdZYbMAE/s400/snowpatch3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426359611013819970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-3595583143029540113?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/3595583143029540113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=3595583143029540113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/3595583143029540113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/3595583143029540113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2010/01/sims-family-2010.html' title='Sims Family 2010'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511610254321253491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TKRZX88pcPI/AAAAAAAACeY/ggf5URq6cTY/S220/IMG_1755.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/S04_QAN6fMI/AAAAAAAACEE/EueFhC6Bzqk/s72-c/Laura+Vic+No+makeup.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-5457745713458874292</id><published>2009-06-06T21:16:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T15:56:08.070+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite German word...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Geflügel = Poultry&lt;br /&gt;'That which once flew'... but is now on my plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is some text from Bob's email to family with a few additions/name deletions from me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SirKcZQsNsI/AAAAAAAABRo/gQsBdGMj6qY/s400/DSC00182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 400px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SirKcZQsNsI/AAAAAAAABRo/gQsBdGMj6qY/s400/DSC00182.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jack had his big "Accelerated Reader Sleepover" last night at the school gym.  This was a big night as we had a talent show and picnic beforehand.  At the talent show, Jack and his buddy teamed up -- the friend read Tennyson's Charge of the Light Brigade (!) while Jack played a soft guitar "accompaniment" in front of 100+ parents and other kids.  It's really amazing what kids come up with on their own.  We were very proud of Jack, especially that he was so insistent on performing, with no fear, and considering that one of the other acts consisted of a young man arm-farting "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob left Jack in his sleeping bag very tired at about 9PM.  However, he apparently got out of bed later to participate in flashlight tag, students vs. teachers.  Needless to say, he was a very tired little boy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/Sip02dnJbII/AAAAAAAABQg/DuUrZluw29A/s400/DSC02169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/Sip02dnJbII/AAAAAAAABQg/DuUrZluw29A/s400/DSC02169.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I participated in an instructor-led Persian cooking class today at a neighbor's place with some girlfriends.  None of us had ever tasted Persian (Iranian) food, so weren't sure what to expect.  Oh goodness, I had a hard time keeping myself from licking the plate clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/Sip029G2_0I/AAAAAAAABQo/Nal_1bSKipA/s400/DSC02173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/Sip029G2_0I/AAAAAAAABQo/Nal_1bSKipA/s400/DSC02173.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As thanks for Bob staying home with the kids and enjoying his 'co-parenting opportunity', I brought him a delicious plate of the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon Appetit!  Or in Farsi... Befarma'id!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/Sf8GgA8IsEI/AAAAAAAABLQ/6qQOxn5hDt8/s400/CIMG4484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/Sf8GgA8IsEI/AAAAAAAABLQ/6qQOxn5hDt8/s400/CIMG4484.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bailey is 7 months old now and not fully crawling yet, but she low crawls (pulling w/arms, pushing w/feet + knees) all over the living room now, normally to chase Vic.  The budding rivalry between those two continues to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to catch one of their spats on video, they're quite funny - Vic pitches a fit if she comes near one of his toys, grabs it, then screams &amp;amp; runs away with Bailey laughing/low crawling in hot pursuit.  The more she laughs, the more angry he gets; the more he stomps &amp;amp; yells, the more Bailey guffaws.  It's hysterical, but I'm not supposed to let them see me laugh.. I think that's in the rulebook somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SirVG6cLZtI/AAAAAAAABR8/Nc4OfkBkn5s/s400/CIMG4675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SirVG6cLZtI/AAAAAAAABR8/Nc4OfkBkn5s/s400/CIMG4675.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vic is a hoot &amp;amp; a half and keeps me on the run.  My youngest son is so passionate about whatever it is he's doing, or thinking of, and we have a hard time hiding our laughs when he's having a tantrum.  There's a good reason his nickname is "Tank".  Though, while he's all rough, strong, and brave on the outside, he still loves to cuddle and snuggle with mom &amp;amp; dad.  I'm such a lucky mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More photos to follow.. Bailey's baptism and Vic's 2nd birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-5457745713458874292?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/5457745713458874292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=5457745713458874292' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/5457745713458874292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/5457745713458874292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2009/06/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511610254321253491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TKRZX88pcPI/AAAAAAAACeY/ggf5URq6cTY/S220/IMG_1755.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SirKcZQsNsI/AAAAAAAABRo/gQsBdGMj6qY/s72-c/DSC00182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-3019020637754253503</id><published>2009-03-26T08:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T09:14:57.049+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Echoes</title><content type='html'>As I sit here, the future is playing and giggling in the living room while the past echoes in my head.  I found a lump in my chest and am trying to stay calm and positive.  I'm breezy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I made an appointment with my primary physician who will take a 2 second look, then refer me out to a specialist.  I have to wait until the 16th of April before that happens.  So.  I'm trying not to obsess about it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;..but, the past echoes in my head.  My father died in 2001 after about a 6 month battle with cancer.  In 2007, my father-in-law died of the *same* type of cancer after a fierce 2 month battle. Most of me believes there's nothing to worry about, but then I remember that neither of these fathers in my life expected this either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.  I looked at my three children and my husband with new eyes this morning.  If nothing else, this whisper of fear has reminded me of what is important in my life.  They are a wise-cracking, giggly, goofy, rough &amp;amp; tumble, trains-for-brains, beautiful, crazy-haired (or no haired) lot, and I cherish them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/YPAh_I489q5m4mzwvi4ptA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/Scs31olnXjI/AAAAAAAAAzY/zhM3IzZhjL4/s400/IMG_0835.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/laura.ann.sims/2009PatchBarracks?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;2009 Patch Barracks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack dressed as a Polizei at his Scouts Career Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/566YIbcggjt1VOxSFawpyw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SZqjKolfYFI/AAAAAAAAAtg/HXs3sUCeuOs/s400/IMG_0536.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/laura.ann.sims/2009PatchBarracks?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;2009 Patch Barracks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vic Trains-For-Brains Sims&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/biEVAGmegxYy4yttTfcVXQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/Sb0udbwOMuI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/gYPg5L_dIeY/s400/IMG_0811.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/laura.ann.sims/2009PatchBarracks?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;2009 Patch Barracks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey rolls over for the first time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-3019020637754253503?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/3019020637754253503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=3019020637754253503' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/3019020637754253503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/3019020637754253503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2009/03/echoes.html' title='Echoes'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511610254321253491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TKRZX88pcPI/AAAAAAAACeY/ggf5URq6cTY/S220/IMG_1755.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/Scs31olnXjI/AAAAAAAAAzY/zhM3IzZhjL4/s72-c/IMG_0835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-7464120976695295351</id><published>2009-02-17T11:19:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T14:01:05.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy snow days...</title><content type='html'>We had a good weekend, although 3 out of 5 of us were down with a cold.  Bob is back home from his stateside trip, Yaayy!!  We miss him very much when he's gone, and I have to fight my jealousy about him eating dinner at real restaurants every day.  This was his 4th trip in about 6 months to the States.  Sigh.  He did bring me back 4 boxes of No Pudge Fudge so that makes him a Rock Star in my book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos of what we've been up to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/OnAJ0avhIDs9sJwuHgQVGw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SZqelUwROfI/AAAAAAAAAtE/89zVrF_1aHE/s400/IMG_0519.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/laura.ann.sims/2009PatchBarracks?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;2009 Patch Barracks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bailey &amp;amp; Mom snapping photos before bathtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/_1qdC1XhJJGSmmeGQzZ4aA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SZqelf0IaNI/AAAAAAAAAs8/eV_YbYwTZVE/s400/IMG_0518.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/laura.ann.sims/2009PatchBarracks?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;2009 Patch Barracks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bailey's skin is the perfect color of pink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-LLJj0UERD7yI4i--dpEzg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SZqelrK0WNI/AAAAAAAAAtM/IYZKIrILngM/s400/IMG_0524.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/laura.ann.sims/2009PatchBarracks?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;2009 Patch Barracks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My little sunshine and the evidence of his nose-dive on a gravel parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ls5uUnPJSs4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ls5uUnPJSs4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack's Lego themed car at the Boy Scout derby races.  His car is in track #3, the furthest from the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all we have time for now!  More to come later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-7464120976695295351?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/7464120976695295351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=7464120976695295351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/7464120976695295351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/7464120976695295351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2009/02/lazy-snow-days.html' title='Lazy snow days...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511610254321253491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TKRZX88pcPI/AAAAAAAACeY/ggf5URq6cTY/S220/IMG_1755.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SZqelUwROfI/AAAAAAAAAtE/89zVrF_1aHE/s72-c/IMG_0519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-4796423689296933039</id><published>2009-01-23T08:31:00.033+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T11:37:58.867+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The little old lady who lived in a shoe...</title><content type='html'>had so many kids that she kissed and hugged and loved them all.  OK, that doesn't rhyme.. I'm ok with that.  Besides I'm not little and old yet.  My "I'm old now" date keeps getting pushed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We feel pretty guilty about not keeping up with the blog, especially now that our family is ginormous by our standards.  Today is a teacher work day so Jack is home.  Vic &amp;amp; I are still in our jammies and Bailey is in a formula induced haze on my shoulder... How about a post full of photos to catch us up?  Works for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SXmZfHILOKI/AAAAAAAAAo4/yv0AQAQQ6hc/s1600-h/IMG_0304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SXmZfHILOKI/AAAAAAAAAo4/yv0AQAQQ6hc/s320/IMG_0304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294431596719061154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jack's favorite after school &amp;amp; homework activity.  These are mostly spaceship creations.  He is in first grade now and his class is a multi-age/German immersion room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SXmW5MJKeiI/AAAAAAAAAog/3nCm2nYLscU/s1600-h/IMG_0301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SXmW5MJKeiI/AAAAAAAAAog/3nCm2nYLscU/s320/IMG_0301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294428746207099426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SXmWflbv5XI/AAAAAAAAAoY/WcqvlrtuM80/s1600-h/IMG_0296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SXmWflbv5XI/AAAAAAAAAoY/WcqvlrtuM80/s320/IMG_0296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294428306319336818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bailey is all round where I'm long and angular.  I love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SXmWIImN03I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/-bIHSW1I3uc/s1600-h/IMG_0285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SXmWIImN03I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/-bIHSW1I3uc/s320/IMG_0285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294427903441621874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jack feeding bailey on Christmas day.  He usually asks to feed Bailey during his bedtime story. :o)  I've got *awesome* kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SXmVlsD02DI/AAAAAAAAAoI/nMLpa3ns4tE/s1600-h/IMG_0271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SXmVlsD02DI/AAAAAAAAAoI/nMLpa3ns4tE/s320/IMG_0271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294427311665633330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good ol' Santa knew how much Jack likes cucumber and gave him one in his stocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SXmUjXaIYjI/AAAAAAAAAoA/oT84Ewm6c90/s1600-h/IMG_0280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SXmUjXaIYjI/AAAAAAAAAoA/oT84Ewm6c90/s320/IMG_0280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294426172250677810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite Xmas morning photo of Jack, Aunt Cookie, Grandma, Bailey, Vic and the remote control.  Vic is a boy obsessed with all gadgets and technical doo-dads.  Here he is pausing The Christmas Story so we can take a family photo.  Helpful, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SXmUGbk5QvI/AAAAAAAAAn4/dIfOX-PCjnA/s1600-h/IMG_0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SXmUGbk5QvI/AAAAAAAAAn4/dIfOX-PCjnA/s320/IMG_0270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294425675153359602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vic getting help from mom while opening presents.  Hey, who shrunk my jeans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SXmTFm7-PqI/AAAAAAAAAno/yj3X6iEotEQ/s1600-h/IMG_0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SXmTFm7-PqI/AAAAAAAAAno/yj3X6iEotEQ/s200/IMG_0253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294424561511448226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom, Jack &amp;amp; Vic riding the Dampfbahn (Streamtrain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SXmS0rLYJfI/AAAAAAAAAng/ExClR2PUK1o/s1600-h/IMG_0250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SXmS0rLYJfI/AAAAAAAAAng/ExClR2PUK1o/s200/IMG_0250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294424270592026098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SXmTim6cQ7I/AAAAAAAAAnw/dj92Vr0SWiM/s1600-h/IMG_0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SXmTim6cQ7I/AAAAAAAAAnw/dj92Vr0SWiM/s200/IMG_0249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294425059721233330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SXmSNd3KdSI/AAAAAAAAAnY/YzIO2KGxD_k/s1600-h/IMG_0260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SXmSNd3KdSI/AAAAAAAAAnY/YzIO2KGxD_k/s200/IMG_0260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294423597002683682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom, Jack, and Vic riding the Ferris Wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SXmQt2ylq3I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/iZ92_wucpzY/s1600-h/IMG_0267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SXmQt2ylq3I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/iZ92_wucpzY/s200/IMG_0267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294421954426940274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vic was decidedly not happy with his cost per thrill ratio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SXmQcBKYYOI/AAAAAAAAAnI/jyC_9qUoQX0/s1600-h/IMG_0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SXmQcBKYYOI/AAAAAAAAAnI/jyC_9qUoQX0/s200/IMG_0248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294421647973441762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crazy subway riding!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SXmQF3uhogI/AAAAAAAAAnA/7fk0gxC63jI/s1600-h/IMG_0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SXmQF3uhogI/AAAAAAAAAnA/7fk0gxC63jI/s200/IMG_0245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294421267483566594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aunt Cookie, Jack, Vic, and Bailey (back of double stroller) head to downtown Stuttgart with mom &amp;amp; dad to visit the Christmas Market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SXmEdOto0rI/AAAAAAAAAl8/pMQOAdmSCJU/s1600-h/IMG_0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SXmEdOto0rI/AAAAAAAAAl8/pMQOAdmSCJU/s200/IMG_0237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294408474651316914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The early morning hours of December 9th brought Bailey to the emergency room with spiking high temperatures.  Bailey was only 5 weeks old and they admitted her immediately; we were given a room in the pediatric ward.  Bob was in the states on business, and started flying back to Germany the same day.  In the interim, my awesome, incredible friends and neighbors watched Jack and Vic and kept our home going while I was with little Bailey.  I'm not sure how hospitals work in the States, but here the parent is required to stay with a young child as the nurses are not able to care for each kiddo individually.  Not sure you could have pried me away from her anyway.  Bailey and I ended up staying in the hospital for just over a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and church friends stepped in and brought meals for Bob and the kids once he was at home.  We're very, very lucky to be surrounded by such amazing people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey ended up having bacteria in her blood, specifically E. Coli, with infection in her kidneys &amp;amp; urinary tract, and was close to "multiple organ failure".  Everything happened sooo fast.  I thought she was coming down with something the previous afternoon, then by 4am of the 9th, I was racing her to the ER.  My limbs went numb and felt incredibly heavy when the doctors told me the diagnosis, and what would have happened if I had delayed the ER visit until business hours.  I kept thinking that we waited so long and worked so hard to have a family, and have lost so many pregnancies, that I don't think I could live through this kind of loss.  How does one go on breathing with a child gone?  I hope to never, ever find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The staff at Boeblingen Hospital was amazing, and Bailey has no lasting effects from her illness.  The good Professor &amp;amp; Chief Doctor Manfred Teufel was on the case and saved the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SXmO9olo3mI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GPd_lZu7B0U/s1600-h/IMG_0241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SXmO9olo3mI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GPd_lZu7B0U/s200/IMG_0241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294420026469178978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Course, this guy might have had something to do with it too.  Good thing Bailey was in his book of good little girls &amp;amp; boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SXmEMTKdaYI/AAAAAAAAAl0/CQTd4e2lyuI/s1600-h/IMG_0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SXmEMTKdaYI/AAAAAAAAAl0/CQTd4e2lyuI/s200/IMG_0230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294408183788169602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bailey getting ready for Thanksgiving Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SXmD4vggJrI/AAAAAAAAAls/LMjtUt7lbz4/s1600-h/IMG_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SXmD4vggJrI/AAAAAAAAAls/LMjtUt7lbz4/s200/IMG_0216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294407847799432882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Vic with oatmeal gook on his chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SXmDespq4II/AAAAAAAAAlk/GesjPljNXDE/s1600-h/IMG_0211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SXmDespq4II/AAAAAAAAAlk/GesjPljNXDE/s200/IMG_0211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294407400355979394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bailey a week before Thanksgiving... About 3 weeks old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SXmCodhHA1I/AAAAAAAAAlc/xLcJQcqW2So/s1600-h/IMG_0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SXmCodhHA1I/AAAAAAAAAlc/xLcJQcqW2So/s200/IMG_0192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294406468580606802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My good friend Julie baked this carrot cake for us and I'm ashamed at how much I ate all by myself.  This was the best cake I've ever tasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SXmCSWltGSI/AAAAAAAAAlU/gQtn6KtQ0h4/s1600-h/IMG_0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SXmCSWltGSI/AAAAAAAAAlU/gQtn6KtQ0h4/s200/IMG_0187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294406088763709730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma feeding Bailey.  We were so lucky that she could stay for about 2 weeks after Bailey was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all I've got for now.  Hopefully I'll keep some sort of weekly post going.  Off to take care of the kiddos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-4796423689296933039?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/4796423689296933039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=4796423689296933039' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/4796423689296933039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/4796423689296933039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2009/01/little-old-lady-who-lived-in-shoe.html' title='The little old lady who lived in a shoe...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511610254321253491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TKRZX88pcPI/AAAAAAAACeY/ggf5URq6cTY/S220/IMG_1755.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SXmZfHILOKI/AAAAAAAAAo4/yv0AQAQQ6hc/s72-c/IMG_0304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-1135491247526735257</id><published>2008-12-03T16:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T08:09:32.277+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocking Chairs, Rocking Babies...</title><content type='html'>...Rock-a-bye, Rock of ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear this Dolly Parton song in my head around 2am when we're changing diapers &amp; feeding the baby.  We do have two rocking chairs in the house and they're frequently both in use in the evening.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/qDnpTA2OB2-mXkvc6H6oXA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/STb8_AE9AuI/AAAAAAAAAiw/X5bx69_9KlE/s400/CIMG4050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/laura.ann.sims/2008PatchBarracks"&gt;2008 Patch Barracks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/J3krzdmB_FnpUCxBJeW6JA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/STb9AUdwHNI/AAAAAAAAAic/ZZmpDzz0dhM/s400/CIMG4051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/laura.ann.sims/2008PatchBarracks"&gt;2008 Patch Barracks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/IGqwZoOexkREK5AmdWGXjw"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/STb8_6l2RII/AAAAAAAAAiU/McFChB2tehk/s400/CIMG4046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/laura.ann.sims/2008PatchBarracks"&gt;2008 Patch Barracks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/WkWEtqgx6nS40U0g7w-VaQ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/STb9A1Kf61I/AAAAAAAAAik/0xRa-3FvHKE/s400/CIMG4049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/laura.ann.sims/2008PatchBarracks"&gt;2008 Patch Barracks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob will be gone for over two weeks for work, and I'll admit I'm a bit apprehensive.  Well, I'm only nervous about the two rough parts of the day.. The morning routine/breakfast/walk to school and the evening routine/dinner prep, eating, bathtime, bedtime.  Evenings are especially rough as the littles (Vic, 18 mo. &amp; Bailey, 1 mo.) tend to need to eat, bathe, and bedtime at the same time.  When I tend to one, the other is crying.  Both need one-on-one time for either bottle feeding (bailey) or story time (Vic), and typically the other one is wailing in the background. It's nuts I tell you.  I keep telling myself.. Just keep smiling!  Or rather, kick, paddle, breathe until you're swimming like a champ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent Thanksgiving with good friends who insisted we not cook anything.  Thank God!  We're still getting our feet grounded with our newest Sims, so this was a great gift.  My friend is an especially good cook, and tried out a bunch of yummy recipes on us.  Yum!  My waistline suffered a setback with all the good eats, but it'll come off in due time.  I'll get the okay at month's end from my doctor to go back to the gym - can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey is getting more cute, smiley, giggly and plump every day.  I wasn't sure what to do with this little girl when I heard what we were having.  Now, however, I'm really loving how different she is from her brothers... and that I get to dress her in cute outfits!  Poor girl is losing her newborn hair, but only on the front half of her head.  It takes away from her beauty, so when the camera comes out or we go outside, I try to keep a hat on her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week I got in contact with another adoptive parent from Vic's Baby House.  She was there adopting her son in Oct/Nov of '07 from the same room that Vic was in at the time.  I emailed her asking if she happened to have any photos of Vic and boy were we lucky.  Vic was good buddies with her son, and she had about 15 photos of Vic at around 6 or 7 months old.  For an international adoptive parent, this is a treasured gift that we wouldn't normally have. These photos will most likely be the earliest photos we have of our beautiful little boy, and I am so very grateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-1135491247526735257?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/1135491247526735257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=1135491247526735257' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/1135491247526735257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/1135491247526735257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/12/rocking-chairs-rocking-babies.html' title='Rocking Chairs, Rocking Babies...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511610254321253491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TKRZX88pcPI/AAAAAAAACeY/ggf5URq6cTY/S220/IMG_1755.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/STb8_AE9AuI/AAAAAAAAAiw/X5bx69_9KlE/s72-c/CIMG4050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-6880346592965702135</id><published>2008-11-13T22:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T07:21:44.674+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicknames</title><content type='html'>We've come up with some good nicknames for the kids over the past few months.  I always wanted a cool nickname when I was young, and I guess I had one, but it was only suitable for my immediate family.  So when I realized that our kids each had nicknames I got excited and thought I would share them with y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/DV7lH1uSeys14U6pvGGqFQ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SR0T7KMcXsI/AAAAAAAAAg0/gh73JrQCy4A/s400/IMG_0169.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/laura.ann.sims/2008PatchBarracks"&gt;2008 Patch Barracks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack, the oldest, is our Squad Leader for obvious reasons - his Uncle Jim gave him this nickname a while ago.  It fits him well as he prefers his friends and siblings to willingly follow his lead, though this doesn't always happen. :o)  I've also called him Cowboy for the longest time, but I have no idea why.. it just came out when he was a toddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7YoBviUg-WGqCvRs8sdtqg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SR0T6g7jI5I/AAAAAAAAAgs/RmEJBcka6eE/s400/IMG_0161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/laura.ann.sims/2008PatchBarracks"&gt;2008 Patch Barracks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vic is our Tank... He's built tough and rugged and lets nothing stand in his way - you should see how he walks!  Chest puffed out, shoulders back, arms at the ready to clear a path.  I need to get this kid on a soccer or football team pronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/x8-kqB_bDf0Q8CEQEZ72yg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SR0T7zBtN4I/AAAAAAAAAhE/rZ2EtnBGwZ8/s400/IMG_0162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/laura.ann.sims/2008PatchBarracks"&gt;2008 Patch Barracks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our littlest one, Bailey, is nicknamed Stretch.  I have never known a baby, or grown adult for that matter, that stretches as much as she does.  My word, no wonder why the last month of my pregnancy was so painful.. she was wiggling and stretching, rolling her head and arching her back the whole time.  I really need to get a better photo of young Bailey.  We have lots of video of her, but not many good photos of just her.  Something to work on today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/msTnqp9Mzlks0s_VzIt2QA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SR0T8mMe5DI/AAAAAAAAAhM/8iIUwCxECiA/s400/IMG_0146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/laura.ann.sims/2008PatchBarracks"&gt;2008 Patch Barracks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a photo of the boys before our building's halloween party.  Jack was Indiana Jones and Vic was a fuzzy bear.  Both boys were very cute, and Vic loved wearing the bear hat - adorable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-6880346592965702135?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/6880346592965702135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=6880346592965702135' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/6880346592965702135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/6880346592965702135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/11/nicknames.html' title='Nicknames'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511610254321253491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TKRZX88pcPI/AAAAAAAACeY/ggf5URq6cTY/S220/IMG_1755.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/SR0T7KMcXsI/AAAAAAAAAg0/gh73JrQCy4A/s72-c/IMG_0169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-4419439061177641805</id><published>2008-10-29T20:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:18:40.766+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>More Milestones</title><content type='html'>First haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/TOeLUof1E1XSJZcUqynC4A"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SQi0hZCLbCI/AAAAAAAACmw/ZVNv-hGMZKI/s400/CIMG3966.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handsome, well-groomed young gentleman, with his Grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/8MJxbwKLt-CUk2hs2wBu1A"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SQi2M9DxCGI/AAAAAAAACnI/Ifi4QeK9vDU/s400/CIMG3972.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A leisurely stroll in the German countryside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/UwlLxISWpleXYwp-80-wyA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SQi0iH2cxRI/AAAAAAAACm4/igwKlX6o65M/s400/CIMG3979.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-4419439061177641805?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/4419439061177641805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=4419439061177641805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/4419439061177641805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/4419439061177641805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/10/more-milestones.html' title='More Milestones'/><author><name>Bob Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547619013918064902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://twowheelsburning.com/ezimagecatalogue/catalogue/variations/1825-800x800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SQi0hZCLbCI/AAAAAAAACmw/ZVNv-hGMZKI/s72-c/CIMG3966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-2171176933261987209</id><published>2008-10-29T19:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T19:57:06.612+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Bailey Elizabeth</title><content type='html'>We were blessed with our third child and first daughter, Bailey Elizabeth Sims, this morning at 3:00 AM.&amp;nbsp; Bailey was delivered by the staff at the Böblingen, Germany hospital.&amp;nbsp; She weighed 7 lbs, 14 oz, and measured 20.8 inches in length.&amp;nbsp; Fortunately, the delivery was routine in every respect, and the labor was mercifully short for Laura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PeELPY45Gvs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PeELPY45Gvs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fbob.sims%2Falbumid%2F5262603319606808609%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" height="267" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-2171176933261987209?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/2171176933261987209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=2171176933261987209' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/2171176933261987209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/2171176933261987209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/10/bailey-elizabeth.html' title='Bailey Elizabeth'/><author><name>Bob Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547619013918064902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://twowheelsburning.com/ezimagecatalogue/catalogue/variations/1825-800x800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-2013092671241480652</id><published>2008-09-28T20:51:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:43:55.864+02:00</updated><title type='text'>100 days home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/QcHM1o8_Q-rud00pHdLrJg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/laura.ann.sims/SN_b_qbcBJI/AAAAAAAAAc0/SdeGEMxBPzQ/s400/IMG_1021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/laura.ann.sims/2008PatchBarracks"&gt;2008 Patch Barracks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/MQQ_7vpXBPjfBMZlBJQ46Q"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/laura.ann.sims/SN_hvPfuIgI/AAAAAAAAAdU/9jKe2g6x4uk/s400/IMG_1011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/laura.ann.sims/2008PatchBarracks"&gt;2008 Patch Barracks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  100 days ago Vic and I were sitting in the Almaty airport.  It was a long wait in the middle of the night for our flight out of his birth country and on to his first home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vic has come so far in these past 100 days.  Vic remains a cheerful, giggly, happy little boy who is completely in love with his daddy.  He was this way when we met him at the end of April, yet he is even more so now, much more open.  Bob, Jack and I are all three so incredibly taken by our smallest Sims.  Just this evening when I had a 'date' with Jack at the grocery store, he mentioned that he already missed Vic as we were in the car heading home.  Once in the door, Jack spent the next hour playing and giggling with his little brother.  We are a very, very lucky family.  I'm so glad I get to be mommy to these two sweet young men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/jd0CNOJ1SFqb0KjogkOoEw"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/laura.ann.sims/SN_b_DxRIyI/AAAAAAAAAcc/0DMfeA8vY7w/s400/IMG_1031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/laura.ann.sims/2008PatchBarracks"&gt;2008 Patch Barracks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/fq5inSSB84wQ_cYHsWN7KQ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/laura.ann.sims/SN_b_PMOKDI/AAAAAAAAAck/azkZII7b_yU/s400/IMG_1029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/laura.ann.sims/2008PatchBarracks"&gt;2008 Patch Barracks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent Vic's 100th day home at a local science/discovery/fun house called &lt;a href="http://www.sensapolis.de/"&gt;Sensapolis&lt;/a&gt;.  This place was amazing, expensive, yet lots of fun.  Jack was all over the place with his little friend, Jimmy, so I have very few photos of him.  He spent most of his time in a huge castle wearing a prince jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ZgJHFLcWC0sgil__oD8EnA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/laura.ann.sims/SN_b_TqOTUI/AAAAAAAAAcs/g4_VooM_SvE/s400/IMG_1027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/laura.ann.sims/2008PatchBarracks"&gt;2008 Patch Barracks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/XaXerTypaI569hAVWL7zzA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/laura.ann.sims/SN_jtkANOyI/AAAAAAAAAeA/4XMMzOhzy7Y/s400/IMG_0996.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/laura.ann.sims/2008PatchBarracks"&gt;2008 Patch Barracks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/_FAZdeGlUP2QoyCkloBl-Q"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/laura.ann.sims/SN_hwkDKRdI/AAAAAAAAAd0/9n5EramiGJg/s400/IMG_0997.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/laura.ann.sims/2008PatchBarracks"&gt;2008 Patch Barracks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/heFMcE4ioi-QtugE2xayWQ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/laura.ann.sims/SN_juELFsHI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/3mj8U9U6sCo/s400/IMG_0989.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/laura.ann.sims/2008PatchBarracks"&gt;2008 Patch Barracks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vic did great even though he didn't get his nap until around 3pm.  This is a pretty big deal as he's a regular two-nap-a-day kid.  I've been trying to get him into one nap a day, which works into my schedule much better, but it's tough on him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/mc_n8dkSbDWTgp6c6FsrqA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/laura.ann.sims/SN_b_r9eZsI/AAAAAAAAAc8/zwX2jet9jrI/s400/IMG_1018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/laura.ann.sims/2008PatchBarracks"&gt;2008 Patch Barracks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/mTzcVRjcx8xalfCcUXmUTA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/laura.ann.sims/SN_hvSbuu3I/AAAAAAAAAdc/R0o5jJa1IzY/s400/IMG_1007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/laura.ann.sims/2008PatchBarracks"&gt;2008 Patch Barracks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/jCvGpvnewGzu-xuvHvmJIQ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/laura.ann.sims/SN_hvsdcobI/AAAAAAAAAdk/3iFAtfEqG_E/s400/IMG_1006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/laura.ann.sims/2008PatchBarracks"&gt;2008 Patch Barracks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/toCPGle5qpXnjt86Fv4Q1g"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/laura.ann.sims/SN_hwbqeCSI/AAAAAAAAAds/WCQftRuT7jM/s400/IMG_1002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/laura.ann.sims/2008PatchBarracks"&gt;2008 Patch Barracks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/BHZQYPB2NA0-koIunaL4MQ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/laura.ann.sims/SN_jt5zCYaI/AAAAAAAAAeI/NxHxOhSZl3g/s400/IMG_0994.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/laura.ann.sims/2008PatchBarracks"&gt;2008 Patch Barracks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week will be pretty busy.. Monday night Jack has his first Tiger Cub Scout meeting.  Tuesday I have a Dr.'s appt.  Wednesday morning I have a wives meeting to attend.  Wednesday evening we have a slight schedule conflict...  Our bible study meets at 6pm, and that's also the time that Bob's mom arrives at the Stuttgart airport.  So... I think I'll take Jack to his bible study and attend the grown-up bible study myself.  Bob will take Vic with him to the airport and pick up Grandma.  Friday the ladies in our building are throwing me a baby shower for our soon-to-be little girl.  Saturday is Jack's 6th birthday party at a local movie theater.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I'm trying to make sure doesn't happen this week is labor... is it nuts to completely refuse to have a baby?  I'm having a *lot* of indicators that it may happen really, really soon, even though my due date isn't until October 31st.  I'm just trying to hold on until Mom Sims gets here Wednesday night.  Our joke around the house is that Bob can drop me off at the hospital on his way to the airport... as long as someone comes back for me. :o)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can make it another few weeks, that would be great!  Long enough for Grandma and Vic to bond before I leave for the hospital, and enough time for the baby's lungs to get strong.  Oh.. and enough time for me to get that baby room ready!!  Hopefully photos of the room will be in the next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-2013092671241480652?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/2013092671241480652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=2013092671241480652' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/2013092671241480652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/2013092671241480652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/09/100-days-home.html' title='100 days home!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511610254321253491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TKRZX88pcPI/AAAAAAAACeY/ggf5URq6cTY/S220/IMG_1755.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/laura.ann.sims/SN_b_qbcBJI/AAAAAAAAAc0/SdeGEMxBPzQ/s72-c/IMG_1021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-8476114860005258814</id><published>2008-09-09T22:16:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T11:15:40.901+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What a life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.de/lh/photo/wyxQsMXynMX_Fjt_uX0FCg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/laura.ann.sims/SMeFZohL7zI/AAAAAAAAAYY/PNoPqXSskCc/s400/cimg3921.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.de/laura.ann.sims/2008PatchBarracks"&gt;2008 Patch Barracks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Vic in his jammies laughing it up with mom.  Notice all the drool!  He's cutting two molars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.de/lh/photo/S6V13CrjyxYK5mRaEWpaFw"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/laura.ann.sims/SMeFZ83y-DI/AAAAAAAAAYg/OfOuC9NsJDA/s400/cimg3922.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.de/laura.ann.sims/2008PatchBarracks"&gt;2008 Patch Barracks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Mr. Curious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young Vic has been home 2 &amp; 1/2 months now and doing very, very well.  The sound of my oldest son doing something to make my youngest son roll with laughter is music to my ears.  I enjoyed this blessed sound today after Vic's nap, Jack insisted that he go in first and visit with Vic before I came to get him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has changed in the past few months... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Our wildest dream of expanding our family has come true, and Vic is so much more than we imagined.&lt;br /&gt; - My sweet Jack is now a big boy 1st grader.  What happened?  Where did the time go???&lt;br /&gt; - Moved from our gorgeous 100+ year old German farmhouse into a modern on-post apartment. &lt;br /&gt; - Oh yeah, and I'm pregnant.  After Dr's said that it wouldn't happen without significant medical help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a difference a year makes.  I won't go over all our tragic losses from 2007, as they are painful and too personal.  Just know that as 2007 was all about darkness and repeated sudden losses, 2008 is all about life and happiness.  Have you found that following great tragedy and loss comes great triumph and love?  We have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the addition of Vic and the pending arrival of the newest Sims, I realized that we needed life to become much, much more simple.  My darling did the whole move just to make me happy, and we've been surprised at how easy life is now without a commute.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The best for Bob: no traffic jams, he walks Jack to school then down the street to work.  &lt;br /&gt;-The best for me: The laundry room is *down the hall* from the bedrooms instead of two flights down the stairs in our old farmhouse.  Plus, I don't feel so isolated anymore.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that I think of things to blog about every day, but find I feel like toast by the time I'm off the clock.  I'm now 8 months pregnant with 8 weeks left - my due date is October 31st - and this is definitely making a dent in how much energy I have left at the end of the day.  Excuses, excuses.  The timing of this pregnancy is waaay off my preferred plan, but it is a very welcome gift we've been given.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/2008/06/basket-head-mother-not-i.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is a quote I read on The NieNie Dialogues blog that may help me keep life in perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Author Anna Quindlen reminds us not to rush past the fleeting moments. She said: “The biggest mistake I made [as a parent] is the one that most of us make. . . . I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of [my three children] sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages six, four, and one. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less”(Loud and Clear [2004], 10–11).&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.de/lh/photo/FkjT65jyCHtyJPhGikz9mw"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/laura.ann.sims/SMeFaFVS-RI/AAAAAAAAAYo/AteHvv8MPM8/s400/cimg3914.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.de/laura.ann.sims/2008PatchBarracks"&gt;2008 Patch Barracks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Jack &amp; Mom enjoying the "doing" of life more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-8476114860005258814?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/8476114860005258814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=8476114860005258814' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/8476114860005258814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/8476114860005258814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/09/what-life.html' title='What a life!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511610254321253491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TKRZX88pcPI/AAAAAAAACeY/ggf5URq6cTY/S220/IMG_1755.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/laura.ann.sims/SMeFZohL7zI/AAAAAAAAAYY/PNoPqXSskCc/s72-c/cimg3921.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-2333031322474419622</id><published>2008-06-26T21:07:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T22:45:41.215+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='military'/><title type='text'>3 Reasons Why Military Families are Well-Suited for Adoption</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/glenda.sims/JackAndVicMayJune2008/photo#5216211064283794242"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/glenda.sims/SGO0U4gZC0I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/MlgyzKsrhfg/IMG_0281.JPG?imgmax=512" width="512" height="462" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; We have an unusually high tolerance for bureaucracy.  &lt;/span&gt;Forms, notaries, arbitrary office hours, waiting rooms and sign-in sheets, stamps and control numbers -- we've seen it all, and have been living it for a career.  After a few years, you just eventually grow numb to it all.  Building a dossier isn't really that big of a deal.  The process of clearing most CONUS installations prior to PCS is just as hard, if not more so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; We are used to having our personal fate decided by arbitrary and distant administrators.&lt;/span&gt;  Promotions, assignments (moves), and school opportunities are routinely decided by anonymous boards or administrators far away, based on policies and requirements that are frequently shrouded in secret.  Every three years or so, your family gets pulled to some new location -- all faithful servants of a personnel system designed during WWII.  So, the whole notions of arcane dossier acceptance policies, nationally centralized adoption authorities, and esoteric quota systems all seem perfectly natural to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Unmatched system of social welfare.  &lt;/span&gt;If you think your only qualification to be a parent is that you once (barely) completed Basic Training, have no fear.  The vast array of DoD-sponsored social services that are part of you well-earned compensation.  &lt;a href="http://www.stuttgart.army.mil/sites/acs/acs_main.asp"&gt;Here is a look&lt;/a&gt; at some of the offerings at our small local garrisons.  Don't forget health care, legal services, after-school programs, recreational programs, youth sports, family-friendly dining facilities, regulated child care, and much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a bit more serious note, I think military families might also tend to be more open to international or trans-racial adoptions, as well.  Many of us have traveled or lived abroad extensively, and that will definitely change your perspectives on different peoples and cultures.  From my personal experience, I will say with certainty that my own travel has dramatically increased my sympathies and sensitivities towards &lt;span&gt;other cultures&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-2333031322474419622?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/2333031322474419622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=2333031322474419622' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/2333031322474419622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/2333031322474419622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/06/3-reasons-why-military-families-are.html' title='3 Reasons Why Military Families are Well-Suited for Adoption'/><author><name>Bob Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547619013918064902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://twowheelsburning.com/ezimagecatalogue/catalogue/variations/1825-800x800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/glenda.sims/SGO0U4gZC0I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/MlgyzKsrhfg/s72-c/IMG_0281.JPG?imgmax=512' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-2053320978041460592</id><published>2008-06-25T22:17:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T23:54:20.614+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='immigration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>First Five Days Home</title><content type='html'>We have made it through the first five days with Vic intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, in keeping with our entire international adoption process defying most of our expectations, our initial adjustment as a family with Vic has been much easier than expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've averaged one wake-up per night with Vic, but it hasn't been too painful.  I change his diaper while Laura prepares a bottle, and he's asleep within five minutes or so.  In short, he is sleeping very well.  His appetite is also improving.  He is just super-curious about everything, because his entire environment is very new to him.  We are experienced believers in the &lt;a href="http://amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1932740082/twowheelsburn-20"&gt;Babywise&lt;/a&gt; method, so we are trying to establish a rigid schedule of two naps and an early bedtime every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quickly learning that the homecoming did not mean an end to the arbitrary documentation process.  It's acute for us because of our overseas military status.  Here are some of the tasks we have been working towards:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Command sponsorship - began application on day of arrival, discovered we need to get &lt;a href="http://www.stuttgart.army.mil/sites/services/efmp.asp"&gt;EFMP&lt;/a&gt; screening.  Travel over to clinic to discover EFMP requires and appointment with the doctor, and that requires &lt;a href="http://www.tricare.mil/DEERS/default.cfm"&gt;DEERS enrollment&lt;/a&gt;.  Check.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DEERS enrollment - completed Tuesday morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.europe.tricare.osd.mil"&gt;TRICARE&lt;/a&gt; (military health insurance) enrollment - completed Tuesday afternoon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;EFMP screening appointment - completed Tuesday morning (after DEERS enrollment).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SOFA certificate application - the SOFA certificate is essentially an unrestricted visa issued by the US military authorities here.  Laura applied for it this morning at our local passport service.  It's a bit unnerving, as they must send Vic's Kaz passport to Heidelberg.  However, the SOFA certificate is what will supersede the 90-day visitor's Schengen visa that currently allows Vic into Germany.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Once his passport returns with the SOFA certificate, another potential headache looms.  Vic's IR-3 visa, issued in Almaty by the US Embassy, is only good for six months.  However, an IR-3 visa issued to adoptive parents employed overseas should be valid for the duration of the employment (&lt;a href="http://www.state.gov/documents/organization/87904.pdf"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;, PDF).  The embassy knew this, but declared they could not print the correct, extended expiration date due to a "technical glitch".  No, I'm not kidding, I couldn't make this up.  So, it remains to be seen whether we'll have any success petitioning the Frankfurt Consulate for an extension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are not successful, this means we have to get Vic back to the US before mid-December, when his current IR-3 visa expires, in order for him to get automatic US citizenship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, check out our first family picture below, taken just after our first Mass together this last Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bob.sims/HomeFromKazakhstan/photo#5214680713187209218"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SF5EeuaasAI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/PFXu1ZJZ25c/s400/PICT2648.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a quiz for our non-local readers to answer in this posting's comments:  notice anything different about Laura in this photo, or earlier ones?  Go ahead, guess away, and guess bold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our local friends:  no spoilers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-2053320978041460592?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/2053320978041460592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=2053320978041460592' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/2053320978041460592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/2053320978041460592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/06/first-five-days-home.html' title='First Five Days Home'/><author><name>Bob Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547619013918064902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://twowheelsburning.com/ezimagecatalogue/catalogue/variations/1825-800x800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SF5EeuaasAI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/PFXu1ZJZ25c/s72-c/PICT2648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-5925548765110378989</id><published>2008-06-20T09:58:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T10:04:33.075+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Back Home</title><content type='html'>At the airport in Stuttgart, Germany, 9:10 AM this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bob.sims/Karaganda/photo?authkey=Y-0MzIart1c#5213869785022805266"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SFti8fltNRI/AAAAAAAAB6M/E5OMiCGoM2U/s400/IMG_0272.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bob.sims/Karaganda/photo?authkey=Y-0MzIart1c#5213869136800426946"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SFtiWwxcq8I/AAAAAAAAB6E/eSCdQCW71wM/s400/IMG_0277.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-5925548765110378989?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/5925548765110378989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=5925548765110378989' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/5925548765110378989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/5925548765110378989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/06/back-home.html' title='Back Home'/><author><name>Bob Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547619013918064902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://twowheelsburning.com/ezimagecatalogue/catalogue/variations/1825-800x800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SFti8fltNRI/AAAAAAAAB6M/E5OMiCGoM2U/s72-c/IMG_0272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-5672940518892010960</id><published>2008-06-19T00:06:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T00:15:23.483+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home study'/><title type='text'>Thank You AAPA</title><content type='html'>I posted a slightly different version of this note to the &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/adoptionforamericansabroad"&gt;Adoption for Americans Abroad forum&lt;/a&gt;.  Randy Barlow and Ken Gardner of &lt;a href="http://www.randybarlow.com/aboutus.htm"&gt;AAPA&lt;/a&gt; were our home study providers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Many, many thanks to Randy Barlow, Ken Gardner, and Jane Santos of American Adoption Professionals Abroad for their tremendous support, encouragement, and assistance throughout my family's adoption journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife Laura and I recently adopted from Kazakhstan.  As an overseas military family, we absolutely couldn't have done it without Randy and Team AAPA.  After our year and a half of preparation, it felt really weird to stand in a judge's chambers in Karaganda and see Randy and Ken's original home study document sitting on the judge's desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, there was no greater endorsement of their work than the compliments the Kazakh judge payed.  He stated that he wasn't going to read the entire contents of the home study aloud in court, because if he did, everyone would want to move to Germany and live with us in our house.  Suffice it to say he was highly impressed with the quality and content of the home study document.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy also stood by us through some very painful (and arbitrary) USCIS immigration issues, and he bent over backwards to help us get the non-problem resolved.  He also provided us with a lot of short-notice extras and advice that we needed along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife Laura is in Almaty, Kazakhstan this week on trip #2, completing the immigration processing of our 12 m/o son Victor Hugo.  If the respective Schengen and US visas are delivered as promised, she and Vic should be flying back here to Stuttgart on Friday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you again, Randy Barlow and Team AAPA, for helping us to grow our family.  We will be in touch soon to schedule our first post-placement report.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unrelated update:&lt;/span&gt;  sorry about the problems with the Twitter updates on the left sidebar of this blog.  I didn't realize the overlapping problem until someone pointed it out (thanks, Cookie!).  I removed &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/2wheelsburning"&gt;my own Twitter updates&lt;/a&gt; from this page, so you should be able to now enjoy Laura's unfettered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also added some links at the top for the reference-type articles on this site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-5672940518892010960?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/5672940518892010960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=5672940518892010960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/5672940518892010960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/5672940518892010960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/06/thank-you-aapa.html' title='Thank You AAPA'/><author><name>Bob Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547619013918064902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://twowheelsburning.com/ezimagecatalogue/catalogue/variations/1825-800x800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-274513592084041431</id><published>2008-06-17T22:21:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T23:22:39.709+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='immigration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visa'/><title type='text'>German Visa Application:  Das ist richtig!</title><content type='html'>Well, as you have seen by Laura's &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/LauraSims/statuses/836647465"&gt;recent Twitter update&lt;/a&gt;, it appears that she had success with her meeting at the German Consulate today.  She's applying for a visitor's (Schengen) visa, to allow Vic entry directly into Germany prior to travel to the US at a later date.  While speaking with her by phone late today, it seems that the appointment and application went very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura even mentioned that the German consular officer was impressed with with the documentation that I had organized for Laura.  Wow - in the world of international adoption, that's an enormous compliment for me, especially coming from a German.  That's sort of like the Bishop telling me I'm a good Catholic, or General Petraeus telling me I'm a good Soldier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we remain hopeful that the Schengen visa will be ready for pickup on Thursday.  Tomorrow, Laura has her interview with the US Embassy in Almaty.  Best case, Vic's passport with the US IR-3 visa will be ready tomorrow evening, so she can then get the German visa inserted into the passport on Thursday morning.  Our plan is for Vic to have both a German visitor's visa and the US IR-3 immigrant visa when he leaves Kazakhstan.  The visitor's visa will get him through German Immigration, giving us 90 days to get his command sponsorship and SOFA certificate here locally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special thanks from us personally to Herr Andreas Schorle of the German Consulate in Almaty.  We appreciate very much his email responsiveness, his clear instructions on exactly what documentation we needed to provide, and his understanding of our unusual situation.  He is a refreshing find in the otherwise arbitrary and complicated immigration maze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started writing a post tonight describing what we've learned about immigrating an adopted child directly back into an overseas SOFA country, but I've decided to wait until I can organize my notes and references a bit better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-274513592084041431?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/274513592084041431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=274513592084041431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/274513592084041431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/274513592084041431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/06/german-visa-application-das-ist-richtig.html' title='German Visa Application:  Das ist richtig!'/><author><name>Bob Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547619013918064902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://twowheelsburning.com/ezimagecatalogue/catalogue/variations/1825-800x800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-4401339093476246586</id><published>2008-06-15T22:33:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T21:18:03.527+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='immigration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visa'/><title type='text'>What About the Dip-Tet, Bob?</title><content type='html'>Those of us following along with Laura's &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/LauraSims/"&gt;Twitter updates&lt;/a&gt; (see sidebar on left) are excited to see that she took custody of little Vic today, Father's Day, and had a relatively uneventful flight back to Almaty.  What a great Father's Day gift for myself, and one full of special meaning for us.  My own Dad, Vic's namesake, passed away unexpectedly a year ago.  We flew to Kazakhstan to meet Vic on the one year anniversary of his death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotcha Day and Father's Day, all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Laura and I both tend to deal with the heavier or more stressful events in life with humor that is frequently totally inappropriate.  Adoption is no exception for us.  When I called Laura at her Almaty apartment tonight, her first words were, "we got ourselves a baby!"  See, there is nothing about our adoption that we can't find some parallel to in the quirky Raising Arizona.  In fact, we feel there's very little about marriage or children that can't somehow be linked, however abstractly, to &lt;a href="http://amazon.com/o/ASIN/6305499128/ref=nosim/twowheelsburn-20"&gt;Raising Arizona&lt;/a&gt;.  Those of us who have seen the movie know, of course, that it isn't explicitly about adoption (at least, not adoption in the legal sense), but I'd still recommend it as worthy entertainment for anyone trying to adopt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Warning: below clip somewhat longish and NSFW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bHB7IZDc_tg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bHB7IZDc_tg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This excerpt is a favorite scene from the movie.  It captures all - the insecurity of new parenthood, the futility of measuring up to (unworthy) others, and the cruelty of infertility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://amazon.com/o/ASIN/B000YABYLA/ref=nosim/twowheelsburn-20"&gt;Juno&lt;/a&gt; is another excellent movie that IS explicitly about adoption (&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/rg/VIDEO_TITLE/GALLERY/video/imdb/vi3400597785/"&gt;trailer&lt;/a&gt;), and much more recent.  It's very entertaining, and it has a great message as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying and hoping that Laura's immigration processing goes well this week, as Laura must negotiate the many cheerful, helpful, and customer-service-oriented offices that guard national borders against the scourge of legally adopted children.  She has double the administrative load of a typical international adoption.  Recall that we must process both US and German immigration authorities, as we are Americans who live in Germany, and we are planning for Laura to travel directly back to home here in Germany.  Even after she returns back here to Germany, we must then process a third and separate immigration authority of sorts - US Army Europe (USAREUR).  Our experiences to date indicate that the USAREUR authorities make German immigration officers seem downright friendly - and yes, that's saying a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remain optimistic that Laura will handle all of this with ease.  She's extraordinarily much better at persuading and negotiating than I am.  My own track record over the last few weeks is illustrative.  I've managed to get my virtual butt chewed via email by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The chief of the aforementioned USAREUR office (I offered to share adoption immigration information with other families - whoops!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My own agency's director (for inquiring about different travel options)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The VOLUNTEER leader of a VOLUNTEER organization (for a VOLUNTEER action I took as VOLUNTEER part of an organization, totally non-adoption related) - apparently, you no longer have to get paid to be abused by supervisors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So, it's probably for the best that I allowed Laura to travel alone and unafraid.  She's well armed with every conceivable piece of documentation, including the highly coveted Verpflichtungserklärung.  This is a sort of formal obligation affidavit that the German authorities issue after collecting a bunch of paperwork from us (to include 25€ worth of currency).  It allows Laura to apply for a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schengen_Agreement#Schengen_visa"&gt;Schengen visa&lt;/a&gt; at the German consulate in Almaty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I can't pronounce Verpflichtungserklärung either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-4401339093476246586?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/4401339093476246586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=4401339093476246586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/4401339093476246586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/4401339093476246586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/06/what-about-dip-tet-bob.html' title='What About the Dip-Tet, Bob?'/><author><name>Bob Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547619013918064902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://twowheelsburning.com/ezimagecatalogue/catalogue/variations/1825-800x800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-7429023411831006401</id><published>2008-06-13T08:14:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T08:42:47.451+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold on baby, Mama will be right there...</title><content type='html'>I'm leaving for the airport in a few minutes, but thought I'd share my itinerary..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lufthansa flight 1357 Stuttgart to Frankfurt dep 11:15am  arr 12:05&lt;br /&gt;Lufthansa flight 648  Frankfurt to Almaty, Kazakhstan dep 1:20pm  arr 11:50pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Return flights are scheduled for June 21, Saturday next.  Which is my brother's birthday!!!  Big year for him, think he's turning 80. ;o)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My suitcase is ginormous and packed once again with diaper cream - all from donations that poured in while we were gone to Kaz on our first trip.  We're also bringing goodies to our friends in Karaganda; good German coffee for our Peace Corp friend, scented hand sanitizer and people/fashion magazines to the interpreters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck next week during the embassy shuffle between the US &amp; Germans.  Knock wood that all goes as planned and we have no troubles bringing Vic home directly to Germany instead of going to the US immediately.  Cross fingers, knock wood, and send good vibes to all the stone-faced paper shufflers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be bringing my laptop this time, so that means no new photos until I return with Little Bit.  However, once I'm on the ground in Kazakhstan, I'll be sending twitter updates so you should be able to see where in the process Vic and I are at &amp; how everything's going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run.  Baby's waiting. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-7429023411831006401?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/7429023411831006401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=7429023411831006401' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/7429023411831006401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/7429023411831006401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/06/hold-on-baby-mamas-coming.html' title='Hold on baby, Mama will be right there...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511610254321253491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TKRZX88pcPI/AAAAAAAACeY/ggf5URq6cTY/S220/IMG_1755.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-7110477094325112712</id><published>2008-06-02T22:56:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:22:49.227+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Reader Writes:  Sibling(s) Preparation?</title><content type='html'>Loyal reader &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/04318549839390644553"&gt;Angela&lt;/a&gt; asks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have a broader question - what did you all do to prepare Jack for your departure and absence? How did you communicate with his while in-country? Did you have a set calling time? Skype?  Anything you can share about this topic will be helpful - our son Luca is pretty close to Jack's age. We weren't sure whether we would take him or not and now are fairly sure he will stay home (GULP!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Thanks for following the blog, and thanks especially for the insightful question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to leave Jack (age 5) at home mostly because (1) he's in a &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; good kindergarten program, although he still hasn't chosen between the Computer Science or the Pre-Med tracks, and (2) he's very close with his grandmother, so we had no worries entrusting him to her care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really given much though to how we've prepared for this.  More than anything, we've been very open and straightforward with him throughout the process.  Laura bought him some recommended children's books on international adoption that we've read to him.  It's tough to gauge exactly how much these helped, but Jack does have a very good understanding of what's going on.  During our first trip, he told anyone who would listen that his parents were in Kazakhstan getting his baby brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part for him to grasp is probably typical for the age -- he just doesn't comprehend the scale of time.  Tomorrow, next week, and next month just sort of all blur together -- basically, anything that isn't happening &lt;i&gt;right now&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving him at the airport for the first trip was admittedly a lot harder on Laura than it was for me.  She's only been away from him for a weekend or so previously.  I've had to spend an entire year away from both Laura and Jack due to my line of work.  Sadly, separation is something you can practice, although the experience doesn't make it a lot feel any easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been pleasantly surprised at Jack's enthusiasm to date.  He tells us how he's going to play with his little brother, and that he wants him to sleep in Jack's bedroom.  However, as an older brother myself, I know that the honeymoon period will likely be very short-lived.  As Jack succinctly put it, "I think we're going to need new toys."  We've both tried to give him some heavy doses of one-on-one time as reassurances that, in spite of all the current new baby talk, he hasn't been forgotten.  Last weekend was Legoland, and this weekend is a Dad-Lad camping trip (complete with &lt;a href="http://www.kofcstuttgart.org/2008/04/details-father-son-campout.html"&gt;guns and everything&lt;/a&gt;!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack's grandmother was very good about calling our apartment in-country by standard telephone 2-3 times a week for us to chat with Jack.  We could tell he was having a lot more fun with Grandma than he would be with us, so we found that very reassuring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I think the decision to leave or bring a sibling child is very personal and very dependent on many factors -- there is no single right or wrong answer.  Regarding the process, we found that our 5 y/o could readily understand and support what we were doing.  We were very comfortable being straightforward and honest with him.  We are very fortunate that a grandparent was available, willing, and supportive enough to watch our son during our absence, and during Laura's second trip when I will be working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would certainly be interested in hearing from adoptive parents about sibling integration after the adoption.  Specifically, what issues did you anticipate or not anticipate, and what techniques did you find that worked well or not-so-well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, an old joke that Laura and I re-cycled after our first trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q:  How many people can you fit on a Karaganda city bus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A:  Always one more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-7110477094325112712?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/7110477094325112712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=7110477094325112712' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/7110477094325112712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/7110477094325112712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/06/reader-writes-siblings-preparation.html' title='Reader Writes:  Sibling(s) Preparation?'/><author><name>Bob Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547619013918064902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://twowheelsburning.com/ezimagecatalogue/catalogue/variations/1825-800x800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-419638046950375492</id><published>2008-06-01T22:19:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T21:18:32.723+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karaganda'/><title type='text'>Karaganda Map for Adoptive Families</title><content type='html'>In an &lt;a href="http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/05/karaganda-mapping-and-other-ramblings.html"&gt;earlier post&lt;/a&gt;, I had mentioned that I was putting together a Karaganda map that showed the location of key items of interest for us during our visit.  Well, I have been working on it a bit more, and thought that there was only one location that might be too sensitive to publish -- that being the location of the apartment where we stayed, as will presumably future families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="550" height="480" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;s=AARTsJosiF-tIzfv1Fg6K_13K3J2EH088A&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=116205729917422484539.00044d45bdb17a983a3b2&amp;amp;ll=49.802209,73.069038&amp;amp;spn=0.026591,0.047207&amp;amp;z=14&amp;amp;output=embed"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=116205729917422484539.00044d45bdb17a983a3b2&amp;amp;ll=49.802209,73.069038&amp;amp;spn=0.026591,0.047207&amp;amp;z=14&amp;amp;source=embed" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left"&gt;View Larger Map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I removed the apartment location.  It was located within walking distance of the end of the 01 bus line as shown on the map.  All the other apartments used by families with our agency were all located in the downtown area, within walking distance of the City Mall and other key sites.  Everything else on the map is public domain, so I'm comfortable with sharing it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big lake feature near the central part of the map is the huge Karaganda park.  It's possible to walk through this area from the baby house to the downtown area.  The walk takes about 15-20 minutes, depending upon pace.  It is a nice area to stroll and people watch, and to generally see a nice sample of the Karaganda population, especially when the weather is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to read my previous post "&lt;a href="http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/05/revealed-karagandas-eight-best-kept.html"&gt;Revealed: Karaganda's Eight Best Kept Secrets&lt;/a&gt;" for more information about some of these locations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are any locations or features that readers would like to see added, please ask by commenting below.  If I know where it is, or can find it, I'll add it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-419638046950375492?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/419638046950375492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=419638046950375492' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/419638046950375492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/419638046950375492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/06/karaganda-map-for-adoptive-families.html' title='Karaganda Map for Adoptive Families'/><author><name>Bob Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547619013918064902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://twowheelsburning.com/ezimagecatalogue/catalogue/variations/1825-800x800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-1015735703867600563</id><published>2008-05-30T22:59:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:10:44.853+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing for Trip #2</title><content type='html'>Laura spent most of today getting together all the documentation and shipping envelopes needed for her second visa application.  This visa will allow her to enter Kazakhstan for her second trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can share in our anxiety by following the visa application and (we hope) returning passport, with visa firmly attached, as they make their trips across the Atlantic.  Check out these links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://trkcnfrm1.smi.usps.com/PTSInternetWeb/InterLabelInquiry.do?origTrackNum=EB114328920US"&gt;Visa application&lt;/a&gt; (from Stuttgart to NYC via US Post Express Mail)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fedex.com/Tracking?language=english&amp;amp;cntry_code=&amp;amp;tracknumbers=863227680160"&gt;Visa and passport return&lt;/a&gt; (from NYC to Stuttgart via FedEx)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a lot of time today researching the requirements to get Vic a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schengen_Agreement#Schengen_visa"&gt;Schengen visa&lt;/a&gt; so that he can come directly back into Germany with Laura, instead of going straight to the US.  This used to be a simple process, but the US (not German) authorities here have made it considerably more difficult over the last two years.  As I've posted previously, it's quite complicated, and unnecessarily so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accidentally found these neat little pins yesterday while searching for a book on Kazakhstan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B000EOJI8W/twowheelsburn-20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kazakhstan - Friendship Pin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/21HGAZYERFL._SL500_AA151_.jpg" border="0" height="151" width="151" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura ordered a few to give out as on-the-spot gifts during her second trip.  I wish we had found them early enough for the first trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-1015735703867600563?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/1015735703867600563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=1015735703867600563' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/1015735703867600563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/1015735703867600563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/05/preparing-for-trip-2.html' title='Preparing for Trip #2'/><author><name>Bob Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547619013918064902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://twowheelsburning.com/ezimagecatalogue/catalogue/variations/1825-800x800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-7410893309802602257</id><published>2008-05-28T21:44:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T21:18:32.723+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karaganda'/><title type='text'>Reader Writes:  Karaganda Expenses?</title><content type='html'>I got some excellent questions about expenses from one of our loyal readers today by private email.  Since I had been intending to write about the topic at some point anyway, I thought these questions would be an excellent start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should point out in advance that Laura and I did our Kazakhstan adoption very much "on the cheap".  We literally scrimped and saved and sold over the course of the last few years and (especially) our dossier preparation time in order to afford this adoption.  We sold our shiny, still-newish 2003 Dodge Caravan and bough a tired, 1995 version of the same model instead.  We are certainly not affluent by any means, and our lifestyle and expenditures while in country reflect this.  In fact, I did not realize just how on the cheap our adoption was until we had been in Karaganda for a while, and saw what some of the other families (mostly those affiliated with other agencies) were spending on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Laura and I have both traveled before to some fairly (ahem) "austere" places before, so we're probably more comfortable with the different lifestyle experienced in places like Karaganda.  We're not exactly the Indiana Jones duo, but we have passports full of stamps, and we generally don't mind eating kabobs or roasted chickens or weird-looking vegetables for a while.  We can stand a lower standard of living for a while without feeling compelled to recreate our own slice of American creature comforts.  In all fairness, our little well-equipped apartment did help considerably.  Of course, individual mileage and personal comfort zones will vary, and this can significantly impact your overall costs either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'd said in a previous note that some of the info. you get from the agency is "slightly different" than the actual experience, so we were wondering if the actual costs (apt., food, drivers, etc...) were as accurate as depicted?  For example, they say to figure on $100/day for housing, yet you lucked out and paid only $60.  How much was the plane trip from Almaty to Astana?  You also mention you used the .25 bus frequently--in the checklist they say to budget approx. $280/week for the driver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the same agency as the writer.  The prices quoted above are a little on the high side of what we spent in Karaganda during May of 2008.  We spent $60/day for the apartment, $35/day for the driver, and $25/day for the interpreter.  All of our agency's families in Karaganda were paying the same rate for these services, as I understand.  Our agency's written guidelines required us to pay for the first 20 days of the interpreter and the driver, regardless of whether we thought we needed them or not.  In hindsight, this is probably a wise policy.  In fact, I would say that it makes sense to have both a driver and an interpreter daily for every day until court.  Even though you may not need a driver or interpreter every day, there are just too many short-notice requirements and subtleties before your court date that you can't get caught short, as the consequences are just too dire.  When you need transportation or an interpreter, you'll need them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;badly&lt;/span&gt;.  You'll need to go to a notary who's only in her impossible-to-find office for the next 15 minutes.  You'll have politically delicate moments with your child and the baby house staff.  You'll need to buy plane tickets on short notice at a travel agency downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We generally only used the bus when our driver wasn't available, or we didn't want to be tied to a schedule, such as in the afternoon or evening after our visitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a successful court hearing, however, the climate changes for those who are able stay in country for the 15-day waiting (appeals) period.  You could then conceivably opt out of having a driver or interpreter daily, if you feel comfortable on your own.  Or, you could hire the interpreter part-time, perhaps two days a week.  Whether you will need a driver or not after court depends largely on your location relative to the baby house, and how comfortable you are with using public transportation or walking the distance (possible from some apartment locations).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up paying for 26 days of driver and interpreter, and 25 days of apartment lodging.  This included our 15 day bonding period, waiting for court, the day of court, and the final day of gift-giving at the baby house and transportation to the airport.  In hindsight, I don't think it would have been wise for us to settle for anything short of this.  If we had stayed beyond court, then we could have easily gotten away without either the daily translator or driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will also pay for your stay, driver, and airport pickup/drop off in Almaty on each end of the trip, as well.  Almaty is much more expensive, perhaps by double.  The agency recommendations apply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We paid about $170 one-way, per-ticket for the flights between Almaty and Karaganda.  We paid more for excess baggage fees, less on the trip back than the trip down.  Again, the agency estimates for baggage overage fees are pretty accurate.  I think it would be very difficult to avoid excess baggage fees on a trip like this, especially with "baby stuff" in tow.  I like to think we packed ultra-light, lighter than most, with very few regrets, and we still had overage fees.  Heck, I think we had more weight in books than we did clothes.  You can pay for the excess baggage fee by credit card at the Almaty airport, but not in Karaganda on the return trip.  The check-in procedures at Karaganda are fairly primitive and manual, so be sure you have some Tenge on hand to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other thoughts for those on a budget, mostly learned the hard way during our first trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy groceries and prepare your own meals as much as possible.  The groceries are inexpensive and readily available.  Your apartment will have adequate cooking facilities.  Not great, but adequate.  We tried to eat both breakfast and dinner at home most days.  This will save you significantly over the course of your stay.  Smaller grocery stores will have lower prices (but smaller selections) than the Ramstore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to avoid sit-down restaurants with table service.  Most of these have the same prices that similar places would in the States -- expensive.  IMHO, generally not worth it except for a few special events such as a group farewell dinner with other families, or similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotels are much more expensive than the apartments, with the additional expense of being less capability to prepare your own meals, thus even more expense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One or two of the families we saw there would eat at different sit-down restaurants each day for lunch and dinner, sometimes treating their coordination staff as well.  That had to leave a mark on the bank account.  We found the reasonable and tasty Cafe Karaganda nearly every day for lunch.  It had the added benefit of free wireless network access, so we saved further on network services.  We would frequently treat our interpreter to lunch here as well.  The few times we tried alternative locations for lunch, we regretted it -- expensive and mediocre food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If required, durable items such as luggage, appliances, or strollers can generally be found reasonably priced at any of the smaller markets, such as the Shkolnik market (across street from babyhouse) or the busy one near the giant speaking billboard downtown.  As expected, the City Mall has mall prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were very lucky to adopt from Karaganda.  I didn't know it when we traveled, but the cost of living there for prospective adoptive parents was generally very cheap.  We would have almost certainly went bankrupt adopting from Almaty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Laura--you mention getting there on the 13th and the 14th he's yours.  How long is the actual trip?  We were thinking a week or slightly longer--but it sounds as though maybe just a day or so??  We too, are hoping to be granted permission that only one of us returns to collect our little one, but understand that it's not typical.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The second trip takes a few days due to immigration processing.  Laura's will take a few days longer because we have twice the immigration burden -- because we live in Germany, we must get both the US IR-3 visa and a German national visa.  Yes, it's complicated, and unnecessarily so.  At any rate, Laura's tentative trip schedule currently looks something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 Jun:  Flight to Almaty&lt;br /&gt;14 Jun:  Flight to Karaganda&lt;br /&gt;15 Jun:  Return flight to Almaty&lt;br /&gt;16 Jun:  Medical in Almaty&lt;br /&gt;17 Jun:  Registration&lt;br /&gt;18 Jun:  US Embassy&lt;br /&gt;19-20 Jun:  German Embassy&lt;br /&gt;21 Jun:  Flight to Stuttgart via Frankfurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you'll have any problems with only one parent returning for the second trip.  As I previously mentioned, our case is a bit more complicated than most, thus the initial reluctance on the part of the in-country staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I really appreciate the questions from our readers.  These help me better organize some of the thoughts that I'd like to write about anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else would you like to know about adopting in Karaganda?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-7410893309802602257?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/7410893309802602257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=7410893309802602257' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/7410893309802602257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/7410893309802602257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/05/reader-writes-karaganda-expenses.html' title='Reader Writes:  Karaganda Expenses?'/><author><name>Bob Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547619013918064902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://twowheelsburning.com/ezimagecatalogue/catalogue/variations/1825-800x800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-2639808766725454705</id><published>2008-05-27T23:33:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T00:18:12.461+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Return Date!!!</title><content type='html'>This just in... :o)  I return to Kaz on June 13th, arrive in Karaganda on the 14th, and then he's all ours!!  We've only been home 3 days and it's been so hard on us already.  I feel like there is a huge chunk missing out of my life without my youngest here.  We're in limbo... or at least we were until our stateside coordinator emailed our return dates &amp; itinerary this evening.  WAHOO!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't WAIT to hold my baby again.  Can't wait to give him a good bath.  Can't wait to  rock him to sleep - even if he cries and cries, which he might.  It's all part of parenting, enjoying the good &amp; fun, while managing the rough and tough parts.  We want so badly to have him here, and now that we have dates so soon, I'm just on cloud nine.  Ten, even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so stinkin' excited I can't think straight.  So, here are some more photos from our last day in Kaz.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bob.sims/Karaganda/photo?authkey=Y-0MzIart1c#5204952473426634674"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SDu0spNip7I/AAAAAAAABwk/hQbpM-_EM8g/s400/CIMG3724.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us with driver Sasha in Karaganda Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bob.sims/Karaganda/photo?authkey=Y-0MzIart1c#5204952477721601986"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SDu0s5Nip8I/AAAAAAAABws/mROrWOD_CAU/s400/CIMG3725.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us with our pint-sized interpreter Julia in Karaganda Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bob.sims/Karaganda/photo?authkey=Y-0MzIart1c#5204952486311536610"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SDu0tZNip-I/AAAAAAAABw8/ODbup1XSNMc/s400/CIMG3727.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen Reno 911?  This guy to the right of Bob is the Russian/Kazakh version of Junior from the show.  He kept us smiling the whole way to Almaty. :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-2639808766725454705?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/2639808766725454705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=2639808766725454705' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/2639808766725454705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/2639808766725454705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/05/return-date.html' title='Return Date!!!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511610254321253491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TKRZX88pcPI/AAAAAAAACeY/ggf5URq6cTY/S220/IMG_1755.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SDu0spNip7I/AAAAAAAABwk/hQbpM-_EM8g/s72-c/CIMG3724.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-6103944242216062001</id><published>2008-05-26T21:12:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T09:07:15.361+02:00</updated><title type='text'>This is going to hurt me more than it will hurt you..</title><content type='html'>How many times did I hear that as a child?  This kept running through my head on our last day with Vic before leaving for home.  Though this certainly isn't punishment (as was what normally followed above statement) Bob and I are sure that this temporary separation is much more difficult on us than on Vic.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bob.sims/Karaganda/photo?authkey=Y-0MzIart1c#5204948345963063154"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SDuw8ZNip3I/AAAAAAAABwA/HZn8zukJ6T0/s400/CIMG3715.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob teaching Vic about RJ-11 phone jacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent about 3.5 weeks with our littlest son, Vic, and will spend approx. 3.5 weeks without him.  Just enough time for him to call us mama and dada, and now just enough time to forget about us.. maybe.  Okay, he hasn't exactly _said_ mama yet, but he does give me kisses.. close enough in my book.  Fortunately, we're not leaving him in a scary environment; the baby house is all that he knows.  He's been in Room 5 for about 3 months (the 9-12 month old babies), and he's comfortable there.  He's fed, changed, sleeps well, and has a little time to play - all the basics he needs.  We're the ones feeling like we left a major part of ourselves behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is day 4 of our 15 day appeals period... a time when our hearts could be forever shattered and I pray will speed by without a problem.  Once the 15 day appeals period is over, the court decision previously granted will become final and Victor Hugo Sims will forever be ours.  If you are a praying person, or even if you're not, please put in a few good words for us and Vic.  Pray that there will be no appeal to our adoption decree, that the time will just fly by, that Vic won't be too confused and sad without us there, and that I will be able to return at the earliest possible time (3 weeks from now) to bring home my precious son.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bob.sims/Karaganda/photo?authkey=Y-0MzIart1c#5204948354552997762"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SDuw85Nip4I/AAAAAAAABwI/P6HLlPxQsSY/s400/CIMG3722.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura, Vic &amp; Bob in our last photo before leaving.  Think Vic knows something is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last morning in Karaganda was crazy, hectic, and very emotional.  Although I didn't cry in court while giving my speech, I cried like a baby when leaving our Vic.  My last words to him (&amp; Bob's too) were "I love you, son.  We'll _always_ come back for you".  Our schedule that last morning in Karaganda went something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wake up around 6:30, which is easy to do since the sun comes up at 5AM!&lt;br /&gt;- Pack, eat and get ready for last visit.&lt;br /&gt;- Clean the apartment, take out trash (Bob).  &lt;br /&gt;- Wonder what that sudden foul odor is in the apartment that smells a lot like goat poop (Laura).  &lt;br /&gt;- Run outside and rid shoes of goat poop picked up at the trash bin (Bob). Re-Sweep &amp; Mop floors clean of goat poop (Laura).&lt;br /&gt;- 10:00 Visit with Vic, give gifts to the baby house staff and coordination team.&lt;br /&gt;- 10:30 Say goodbye to our son for an unknown amount of time and head for airport.&lt;br /&gt;- Fly to Almaty and run into three couples we know from our baby house at the in-country staff office - Todd, Lisa &amp; baby Tatiana; Pancho &amp; Scott with Deanna &amp; Valen; and the couple from Hawaii (sorry! can't remember names, only saw them for a few hours) who adopted Leko from Vic's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our flight from Almaty to Frankfurt left at 3:30AM - ouch!  Fortunately we were on the same flight as two families from our baby house which helped pass the time as we waited to board.  Once in flight, the lights went out and thankfully nearly everyone on board went to sleep.  We didn't see the other two families until after we had deplaned and were in the Frankfurt terminal.  Bob and I really hope to see them again and promised to keep in touch.  It was just amazing to see all the girls with their families as they looked so dramatically different than when they lived at the baby house.  I'm amazed and relieved at how much good a bath and 24hour love can do for kids - they just thrive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bob.sims/Karaganda/photo?authkey=Y-0MzIart1c#5204948358847965074"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SDuw9JNip5I/AAAAAAAABwQ/M9Hq7ypa-2k/s400/CIMG3728.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Karaganda adoptive families: we've just arrived at the Frankfurt Terminal and are saying our goodbyes.  Todd &amp; Lisa Henke with Tatiana, Pancho &amp; Scott with Deanna and Valen, Bob &amp; Laura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought our flight from Frankfurt to Stuttgart was uneventful, however we've just discovered that Bob left his passport in the seat-back pocket.  Whoops!  Honestly, there are so many stamps in both of our passports that it's time to get new ones, so I'm trying to tell him not to sweat it.  Bob and I have done so much tourist travel since they were issued in 2000 that there isn't much space left for stamps.  He'll contact our passport office tomorrow (Tuesday) to cancel the passport number and have a new one issued.  The good news is that since he won't be returning on the 2nd trip, we don't have to be in a panic to get a replacement quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bob.sims/Karaganda/photo?authkey=Y-0MzIart1c#5204948363142932386"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SDuw9ZNip6I/AAAAAAAABwY/erhiTu0lrDg/s400/CIMG3732.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home again with Grandma (Glenda), Laura, Bob &amp; Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sooo good to see our Jack again when we arrived in Stuttgart.  Above is a photo of us all at the airport in Stuttgart.  Jack picked out the outfit himself!  Note the superman wristlets and bouquet of flowers. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went straight from the airport to our favorite breakfast spot, Bakerei Schill in Denkendorf.  Yum!!  I think that once we got home, our chief problem has been trying to fight the urge to lounge in our oh-so-comfortable bed.  My goodness we have it good here.  Our house is warm and inviting, we're surrounded by our beloved family, the fridge &amp; pantry are full of tasty treats, we can brush teeth with the tap water, and we have the world's most comfortable bed.  Oh my goodness have we missed being home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of that comfy bed... I'm heading for it.  I'll post tomorrow about today's shenanigans along with photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-6103944242216062001?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/6103944242216062001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=6103944242216062001' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/6103944242216062001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/6103944242216062001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/05/this-is-going-to-hurt-me-more-than-it.html' title='This is going to hurt me more than it will hurt you..'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511610254321253491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TKRZX88pcPI/AAAAAAAACeY/ggf5URq6cTY/S220/IMG_1755.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SDuw8ZNip3I/AAAAAAAABwA/HZn8zukJ6T0/s72-c/CIMG3715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-8915305969003250571</id><published>2008-05-22T18:14:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T21:19:35.491+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='court'/><title type='text'>Our Day in Court</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bob.sims/Karaganda/photo?authkey=Y-0MzIart1c#5203200191194376034"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SDV7AZNip2I/AAAAAAAABvY/PMhIFFV_o0E/s400/PICT2489.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The court proceeding today was a very familiar experience to any reasonably good, practicing Catholic (like myself):  very formal, robes and uniforms, flags and seals.  Shut up, sit down, stand up, recognize authority, recite a speech, sit down again, listen to a lecture, stand up again.  We were really surprised at the apparent effectiveness of our speeches, so I'll reprint them here for posterity's sake, as well as to provide an example for future families to reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that Laura and I were both extremely tense beforehand.  Even though we both recognized that this would be largely judicial theater, we still had a single subjective judge who could either approve or disapprove the entire adoption, with no realistic opportunity for appeal.  Our lead coordinator, for all her phenomenal expertise and professionalism, was over-the-top worried about several issues.  In particular, she didn't really understand our military lifestyle, or us living abroad in Germany as US citizens.  For all I know, she thinks I live in a quonset hut with a bunch of other guys, and that I only see my family for a few minutes through a chain-link fence for a few minutes each weekend.  You know, just like the (Russian) movies.  So, over the last few weeks, we absorbed quite a bit of self-inflicted worry and agnst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, court today was just fantastic.  We wrote our speeches last night, and rehearsed saying them over and over until we knew them verbatim (more or less) without referencing notes.  We filed into the judge's chambers (not a courtroom) this afternoon after stewing in the waiting area for a while.  We were joined by our lawyer, a social worker, a doctor representing the baby house, and our phenomenal interpreter Oxana.  Around the judge's desk sat the (uniformed) prosecutor and a legal secretary writing the transcript.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few preliminaries, we were asked if we would like to make any statements.  I stood up and made mine, and was then followed by Laura -- transcripts are below.  We would pause after each sentence, allowing Oxana to translate.  Apparently, our speeches and our delivery of them really hit the mark.  Afterwards, the judge just seemed in such a great mood, as he cracked several jokes.  We didn't get asked any tough questions, which really surprised us.  It just seemed to set the tone for a very smooth remainder of the proceedings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a second (much shorter) speech planned as well, basically thanking everyone for showing up, and the Ministry of Education for inviting us, the baby house for their tremendous care and love, and to the people of Kazakhstan for their warmth and generosity.  However, due in part to my own misunderstanding of where we were in the proceedings, I basically skipped this entire part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura's made her speech after mine.  I was really impressed with Laura's delivery and poise.  I have the better part of 15 years of experience at trying to sound like I know what I'm talking about in front of other people, so there's a lot of things about public speaking that I take for credit.  I'm certainly no expert myself, but Laura did impressively well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our room's doctor, Dr. Love, made a statement on behalf of the baby house staff that really sealed it for us.  Finally, we felt like all that we'd done during our stay really paid off.  She spoke warmly of our performance as parents, how we'd showed affection and attention to all the kids (not just our own), and how we'd organized a large donation drive to raise needed goods for the baby house.  We were quite humbled and impressed by Dr. Love's strong recommendation and validation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judge tells us all to go out to the waiting area and cool our heels while he deliberates.  We do, and our whole team is high-fiving and carrying on like the home team just won the Superbowl.  They are so confident that this is in the bag, that everyone takes off (!) except for Oxana, our interpreter.  After a few minutes, we get called back in, and the judge reads the formal verdict, that approves the adoption.  Apparently, we didn't react strongly enough, so he motions to us that now is the time to celebrate with a "yahoo!" hand motion (not kidding).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask if I can shake his hand, and I do.  He gives me a very long and meaningful handshake, as he tells me that he was a Ensign of Submarines in the Soviet Navy.  I allow a joke and tell him that I am too tall to work on submarines, which makes him chuckle.  We're about to leave, and then he asks us all to sit down in his chamber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the point where the entire proceedings take a slight but completely unexpected detour from anything we'd expected.  He proceeds to give us a very glowing review of our speeches, and discusses at length the importance of balancing both the professional and personal life.  Oxana said later that she'd never seen anything like this.  He even joked that he'd like to share a beer with us, but couldn't, as it would be considered corruption.  Again, not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having been through this today, if there is any advice that I could offer other families following in my footsteps, it would be to take the speech seriously.  In our case, because we put a lot of thought and work into it, it made the rest of the proceedings easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other thoughts, especially for those who will travel down this road behind us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be flattering and respectful in an honest way, without sounding ingratiating or superficial.  Thus, my comments about the quality of baby house care and the fairness of the legal system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I erred on the side of formality, simplicity, and drama.  In my case, the only ears that mattered were a wise old man with many years of experience in law, bureaucracy, and procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything you do at the baby house during the bonding period is watched and judged, and can be used to your favor (or not) during court.  It paid off big for us.  As a Dad with a few years of experience, I just can't pass up other kids at an orphanage without reaching out to them in some way, even if they aren't my own.  I always tried to calm crying babies, or get down on my knees and enthusiastically high-five all the pre-school-aged kids when I saw them outside.  Those were the real heart-breakers, old enough to know who parents are, and that some have them and some don't.  One out of a group would always point to me and say, "Papa!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My coordinator insisted that I put in the bit about a deployment to Iraq or Afghanistan being highly unlikely.  I didn't really want to, but I relented due to my coordinator's experience.  Saying that it is highly unlikely that I'll deploy is something I certainly can't promise with any degree of certainty.  To be perfectly blunt, it's a bullshit thing to say, and the judge (as a former military officer himself) recognized it as that.  He laughed out loud, and rightfully so.  In hindsight, it is the only part that I wish I'd left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to use the speech to answer potential questions before they got asked.  Family background?  Check.  Job description?  Check.  Why adopt?  Check.  Why Kaz?  Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I just can't say enough about how easy the proceedings seemed relative to our expectations.  We'd heard so many stories about mean judges, tough questions, and scary proceedings.  We are so thankful that our experience defied our expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bob's Court Speech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good afternoon, Your Honor.  My name is Bob Sims, and this is my wife Laura.  We have a 5 year old biological son, Jack, who is back home with his grandmother right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My great grandfather was a farmer all of his life, and his son was an electrician.  His son, my father, was a police officer for many years, and then after much education had a second career as a university professor.  I grew up in Texas, as part of a large and loving family that worked very hard to give me both opportunity and responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 15 years, I have been both a husband, and a US Army officer.  I have a university degree, with special training and certifications as a Computer Network Manager.  I currently work at a large NATO headquarters in Stuttgart, Germany.  My job is in a technical facility, and is not in any way espcially dangerous.  My work as a Major is primarily with civilian contracted technicians.  I do not anticipate moving in the near future, and a mission for me to either Iraq or Afghanistan is highly unlikely.  My pay and compensation is over $__K USD per year, and this includes a large housing allowance.  We currently have a long-term lease on a large, 4-bedroom house near Stuttgart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always dreamed of sharing the opportunity and responsibility that I have with my children.  Our son Jack was born in Germany 5 years ago.  However, since then, the doctors have told us that we cannot have any more children biologically.  We would like to adopt from Kazakhstan because of the internationally-recognized high quality of baby house care, and the high standards of fairness in the legal process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the invitation of the Ministry of Education, and the loving care of the baby house staff, our dreams became reality with the little boy we met there, Stanislav Firstov.  We fell in love with him at first sight.  He is very strong and bright, and healthy, and he is very quick to smile and laugh.  We know that he will be a perfect fit into our family and our hearts.  Already, his grandparents, and aunts and uncles and cousins, and his older brother look forward to meeting him.  My son's great-grandfather turns 100 years old this year, and I would like very much to give him another grandson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing, I have the greatest admiration and respect for both your position and your wisdom.  I come before you to humbly and respectfully ask that you grant this adoption request, as I cannot imagine life without this wonderful little boy, who I already consider as my own son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Honor, I thank you very much for your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laura's Court Speech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Laura Sims, 37 years old, and have been married to Bob for 15 years.  We have one biological child, Jack, who is now 5 years old and in Kindergarten.  Before having our son Jack, I trained and worked as a dental assistant.  We are fortunate that my husband earns a  very comfortable income which allows me to stay home and be a full time mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the birth of our son, my husband and I tried for 5 years to have another child.  Our doctors have told us that it is not medically possible for me to have more biological children. Our son Jack has asked us many times about when he can have a little brother.  Jack is very happy that we have found Stanislav and is eager to teach him everything he knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we met Stanislav, my husband and I felt an immediate connection to him.  He is a very happy, well adjusted, curious child and we believe that he will fit perfectly into our family.  Stanislav has the same beautiful blue eyes as our son Jack and has the same blond hair as Bob's sister.  He smiles a lot and laughs often with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stas is also very easy to calm down when he is upset.  He prefers that I calm him when he is upset and wants to go to me when he is tired.  During play time, Stas likes to laugh and play chase with Bob and practice his walking while holding Bob's hands.  During our bonding time, we fell in love with his sweet personality and talk of Stanislav with pride as if he were already our son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This child is the answer to our many prayers over the years.  I dream of him every night and hope that you will let us be his parents.  I very much would like to adopt this child and I cannot imagine my life without him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-8915305969003250571?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/8915305969003250571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=8915305969003250571' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/8915305969003250571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/8915305969003250571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/05/our-day-in-court.html' title='Our Day in Court'/><author><name>Bob Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547619013918064902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://twowheelsburning.com/ezimagecatalogue/catalogue/variations/1825-800x800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SDV7AZNip2I/AAAAAAAABvY/PMhIFFV_o0E/s72-c/PICT2489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-6127802378209119273</id><published>2008-05-22T15:24:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T21:19:35.491+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='court'/><title type='text'>Verdict:  Approved!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bob.sims/Karaganda/photo?authkey=Y-0MzIart1c#5203104275984721746"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SDUjxZNip1I/AAAAAAAABvQ/Rf27wifN2bQ/s400/CIMG3713.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Court is over, the judge approved our application to adopt little Vic in a very formal court hearing.  We both made speeches that apparently went over very well.  I'm normally pretty modest about our accomplishments, but frankly, we knocked this one out of the proverbial ball park.  All of our work and preparation over the last year, and especially the last few months and weeks, all came together nicely right there in the judge's chambers.  We couldn't have asked for it to be any easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on a longer post while the ideas are still fresh in my mind, but I just wanted to share the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next?  Well, there is a 15 day appeal period that we must endure, while Vic remains in the baby house.  We will return to Almaty tomorrow, and then back to Stuttgart, while we wait.  After the appeal period ends, we will return to Karaganda to pick him up and bring him to Almaty for (my favorite) immigration processing, and then back home, finally, to Stuttgart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality, the wait will probably be longer then two weeks for us.  Realistically, the wait will be closer to 3-4 weeks due to additional time we must wait for the authorities to issue his birth certificate and passport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since events here are fairly fluid, and our net access spotty, I'll start posting updates via cell phone text messages (SMS) to &lt;a href="http://twitter.com"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;, a service that merges blogging and SMS services in a really interesting way.  Check out my Twitter updates over on the left sidebar.  See?  You never have to leave this website -- pretty neat.  Here's an &lt;a href="http://twitter.zappos.com/start"&gt;outstanding tutorial&lt;/a&gt;, if you'd like to learn more about how to integrate this with your cell phone as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll still make regular blog posts, of course, but Twitter allows us to post here as well when we're away from a computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-6127802378209119273?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/6127802378209119273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=6127802378209119273' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/6127802378209119273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/6127802378209119273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/05/verdict-approved.html' title='Verdict:  Approved!'/><author><name>Bob Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547619013918064902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://twowheelsburning.com/ezimagecatalogue/catalogue/variations/1825-800x800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SDUjxZNip1I/AAAAAAAABvQ/Rf27wifN2bQ/s72-c/CIMG3713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-2089900303740794640</id><published>2008-05-21T18:49:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T19:29:26.278+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>Hurry Up and Wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bad news:&lt;/span&gt;  our gas stove is out of propane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good news:&lt;/span&gt;  we have court late tomorrow afternoon.  Please continue to pray for our success.  We finished writing and rehearsing our court speeches tonight.  If we're successful, I'll share mine here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;More good news:&lt;/span&gt;  We're currently scheduled to fly to Almaty on Friday.  We have a red-eye flight from Almaty to Stuttgart (via Frankfurt) early on Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with all things in-country, the long-awaited news of our court appointment has set off a flurry of last-minute scheduling, ticketing, money changing, and gift buying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kazakhstan has really grown on me, and of course it's going to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;hard to say goodbye to little Vic for a few weeks, but we're also really looking forward to getting back home to see the free-range boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we spent most of the remainder of our hand-carried donation money from the &lt;a href="http://www.kofcstuttgart.org/2008/04/update-from-karaganda.html"&gt;US military community in Stuttgart&lt;/a&gt; on a new and sorely-needed washing machine for the orphanage.  Pictures and a better press release to follow soon, if I can get my act together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tomorrow:&lt;/span&gt;  morning visit at baby house, a little shopping, a little more rehearsal, then change into our Sunday best, then to court.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-2089900303740794640?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/2089900303740794640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=2089900303740794640' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/2089900303740794640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/2089900303740794640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/05/hurry-up-and-wait.html' title='Hurry Up and Wait'/><author><name>Bob Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547619013918064902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://twowheelsburning.com/ezimagecatalogue/catalogue/variations/1825-800x800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-2519326425504223560</id><published>2008-05-19T21:28:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T21:18:32.723+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karaganda'/><title type='text'>Top Ten Signs You've Been in Karaganda Too Long</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bob.sims/KaragandaScenery/photo#5202176139862822946"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SDHXowuJUCI/AAAAAAAABtc/BEVAjdZdjGM/s400/PICT2424.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of numbered lists, apologies to David Letterman, and thanks to Laura for the creative inspiration and assist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top Ten Signs You've Been in Karaganda Too Long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  You can't function in the morning until you've ingested 20 minutes worth of second-hand cigarette smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  (Ladies only) Thigh muscles no longer sore from 'hovering'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  You have worn the magnetic strip off of at least one ATM card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  The baby house gives you your own office space, and asks you to conduct orientation briefings for newly arrived PAPs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  You no longer flinch when confronted with near-death experiences in or near a moving vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  The internet cafe gives out your cell phone number to locals with technical support problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Your hands no longer have fingerprints due to repeated, clumsy attempts at lighting a gas stove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Old Kazakh women peek into your grocery bag and ask where you got those fantastic-looking beets and turnips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Just prior to your court date, the Baby House Director puts her arm around your shoulder, gives you a sympathetic hug, and offers you a chocolate candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Ramstore entrance guard greets you by name with a big smile and a fist-bump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be interested in hearing other suggested signs from our visitors, as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-2519326425504223560?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/2519326425504223560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=2519326425504223560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/2519326425504223560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/2519326425504223560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/05/top-ten-signs-youve-been-in-karaganda.html' title='Top Ten Signs You&apos;ve Been in Karaganda Too Long'/><author><name>Bob Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547619013918064902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://twowheelsburning.com/ezimagecatalogue/catalogue/variations/1825-800x800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SDHXowuJUCI/AAAAAAAABtc/BEVAjdZdjGM/s72-c/PICT2424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-571898703628218145</id><published>2008-05-19T20:38:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T21:18:32.724+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karaganda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><title type='text'>Revealed: Karaganda's Eight Best Kept Secrets</title><content type='html'>After being here for three weeks, I thought I'd share my thoughts on the best kept secrets for adoptive families that we've encountered during our stay here.  These are items of mostly routine interest that I knew little or nothing of prior to traveling here.  Please note that these are highly subjective, and are current only as of the time of this posting.  The availability of these resources may change or disappear over time, so of course, individual mileage may vary.  Apply large grains of salt as needed.  I've listed these in rough reverse order of importance to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATM machines.&lt;/span&gt;  Widely available throughout Karaganda.  Key locations for us included the Shkolnik market (across from baby house) and City Mall (machine behind bank center just inside main entrance).  We preferred the convenience of ATM withdrawals over the better exchange rates offered by trusted money changers.  This also helped us conserve our hard-won uncirculated currency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Internet access.&lt;/span&gt;  Nursat pre-paid dial up service is very slow, but generally reliable and inexpensive.  We used it primarily for text-only email, and did most of our web browsing and photo uploading over wireless at the Cafe Karaganda.  The Hotel Cosmonaut and the Oriental-motif restaurant near the park lake both have free wireless networks, as well.  We bought Nursat cards at the Shkolnik market directly across from the baby house.  Be sure your modem has a built-in modem, as many newer models do not.  If not, external USB modems are available inexpensively.  Also bring a long (20'-30') phone extension cable, as your apartment's phone jack may be a long way from where you want to use your computer.  For increased web browsing performance over dial-up, you can also turn off image loading in your web browser (Internet Explorer or Mozilla Firefox).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;City buses.&lt;/span&gt;  We find the buses to be a very safe and economical means of transport after hours, when our driver isn't available.  The 01 (not 1) bus runs between the baby house (Shkolnik stop) all the way to the City Mall (exit bus when you see tall blue office building on the right).  Cost on 01 bus is a mere 30 tenge (about $0.25) per person, per one-way trip.  Ask your interpreter for routes and other tips.  Typically, you sit down on the bus first and then pay a "conductor" who will collect payment once the bus is rolling, with no ticket issued.  Paying in exact change is preferred.   Using paper currency on the bus is OK, although it would probably be bad form to use a bill larger than 200 tenge.  Be prepared to pass other commuters' fares forward, and change back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bob.sims/KaragandaScenery/photo#5199911395017707170"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SCnL3QuJTqI/AAAAAAAABmQ/SzRgj7Ig2fo/s400/PICT2375.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Local cell phones.&lt;/span&gt;  Cellular service can be had for peanuts if you bring an (important!) unlocked GSM cell phone handset from the states.  A new SIM card will get you a Kazakh phone number and a few starter minutes of service for about $10 USD in tenge.  You can buy additional units of prepaid service starting at $5 for the smallest increment (500).  We found this pay-as-you-go service very useful for minor coordinations with our local staff.  If you are comfortable with text (SMS) messaging, then your minutes will stretch even further.  I wouldn't recommended using a pre-paid phone for international calls, as you will burn up your minutes quickly.  We did have success in sending text messages internationally (format number as "+[country code][cell number]").  Don't forget to keep track of your original SIM card so that you'll have service when you return stateside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grocery stores.&lt;/span&gt;  Groceries here are generally very plentiful, inexpensive, and fresh.  Ramstore is a large, western-style grocery store located in the City Mall.  They accept VISA/MC credit cards.  Purchase their inexpensive membership card for a few tenge during the first visit for savings over time.  Although the in-country staff will tend to steer you to the larger stores for convenience, when the staff is off-duty, don't hesitate to use smaller local stores (they're everywhere) for necessities.  The aforementioned Shkolnik market is especially convenient.  Staples like bottled water (in 5L bottles), butter, bread, juice, and common vegetables are very inexpensive.  Specialty items and processed foods generally cost more than expected.  If you like deli foods, I would recommend buying salami-style sausage in 200g increments and cheese in 100g increments.  This will give you enough for 1-2 days of sandwiches or snacks without it going bad.  Good grocery store bets:  fresh pizza (Ramstore bakery); whole roasted chicken or pretzel-pizzas (deli counters); fresh loaves of bread (available anywhere); yogurt (many varieties); and milk or juice in 1L boxes.  We really liked the fresh lavash bread, which is like a large flour tortilla and is great for many uses in your own kitchen:  fajitas, tacos, baked into corn chips, or sandwich wraps.  When the Ramstore is out of it, you can also get fresh lavash made on-the-spot by asking nicely at the Cafe Karaganda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shkolnik market.&lt;/span&gt;  This is a very small shopping center located directly across the street from the baby house.  Shkolnik consists of many small stalls crowded together within a larger building, but you can get just about anything you need -- from groceries to tools to clothes to hardware to cell phone minutes to small appliances.  There is a well-stocked baby store in the back, and an ATM machine out front.  Strangely, the in-country staff rarely points us to Shkolnik, but we've discovered they have just about anything and everything, to include pet turtles and goldfish!  No English spoken, so be unafraid but polite and be prepared to use your best pointy-talky communication skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bob.sims/KaragandaScenery/photo#5200625072553414418"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SCxU8wuJTxI/AAAAAAAABoI/rwmD-bpjdmg/s400/PICT2368.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cafe Karaganda.&lt;/span&gt;  Our favorite lunch spot, located just across the street from the City Mall, has a very friendly staff ("English-curious", if not proficient), decent food at good prices, non-smoking environment, clean restrooms (complete with toilet seats!), warm international scene, and free wireless internet access.  Best bets for food:  cheeseburgers with fries; pizza (either veggie Margarita pizza, or salami-combo); rice with meat; chicken with vegetables; or fried (or scrambled) eggs with wurst and cheese (not on menu, just look up "eggs" or "breakfast" in your phrasebook to order).  If you ask nicely, the staff will make fresh lavash bread to-go, albeit costing more (but still cheap, and tastier) than Ramstore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bob.sims/KaragandaScenery/photo#5202169375289331730"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SDHRfAuJUBI/AAAAAAAABtM/dNT9gjxlVDI/s400/PICT2307.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kazakh people.&lt;/span&gt;  By being just slightly extroverted and a whole lot lucky, Laura and I were able to meet several locals socially outside of the adoption process.  We found them to be very humorous, polite, warm, hospitable, and intensely curious about America and Americans.  This runs counter to much of the "official" adoption travel information and many stereotypes.  They suffered my clumsy communications attempts with grace and ease.  I was careful not to reveal anything potentially compromising to our process, in keeping with our agency's guidelines.  I also took care to avoid clearly intoxicated people (of whom there are many), although not always with success (see Laura's previous post).  To be perfectly blunt, our few interactions with people outside of the highly-charged and emotionally-draining adoption process as been a source of enormous comfort and stress-relief for us, and a great opportunity for us to learn about our son's birth country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bob.sims/KaragandaScenery/photo#5202090760207945698"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SDGJ_AuJT-I/AAAAAAAABsY/yVFES8MSubI/s400/PICT2422.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-571898703628218145?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/571898703628218145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=571898703628218145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/571898703628218145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/571898703628218145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/05/revealed-karagandas-eight-best-kept.html' title='Revealed: Karaganda&apos;s Eight Best Kept Secrets'/><author><name>Bob Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547619013918064902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://twowheelsburning.com/ezimagecatalogue/catalogue/variations/1825-800x800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SCnL3QuJTqI/AAAAAAAABmQ/SzRgj7Ig2fo/s72-c/PICT2375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-9167425693677694394</id><published>2008-05-19T19:10:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T19:33:37.109+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Vic!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bob.sims/Karaganda/photo?authkey=Y-0MzIart1c#5202085945549606850"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SDGFmwuJT8I/AAAAAAAABsM/ol7kdbf6quk/s400/CIMG3667.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a red letter day!  Our (soon-to-be) little one turned one year old &lt;br /&gt;today, my how time flies. :)  It seems like only 3 weeks ago we met, wait, it has only 3 weeks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vic was in a great mood as always, and very active.  I did one or two So-Big's with him and he started doing it on his own, much to our amusement. His favorite method was to have a teething ring in each hand when he raised them over his head.  He's also started giving me the cute look; head tucked into his shoulder and with a sweet smile.  *So sweet*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bob.sims/Karaganda/photo?authkey=Y-0MzIart1c#5202085975614377938"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SDGFoguJT9I/AAAAAAAABsE/fkXZzb2whhM/s400/CIMG3686.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of Vic's first birthday, we bought a small cake for the caregivers to enjoy during the kids nap time.  We weren't allowed to do any sort of party for him, but I'm sure there will be one big shindig when he gets home.  His big brother has already agreed to help him with the birthday cake and "teach" him how to blow the candles out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're on our 7th day after bonding, and hope to go to court this week.  No word yet on when, we're just hoping it comes soon.  I've read countless times how difficult this process is, but it's hard to understand until one goes through the mind-numbing monotony.  Even more difficult, for us at least, is being away from our son Jack.  A very dear friend emailed a photo of him this past Saturday, and we both were having a hard time of it.  He looks so grown up, we're missing out on his day-to-day shenanigans, we had nothing to do with the great smile that was on his face.. etc.  I tell Bob that we're stuck between two boys, one that we can't bear to leave, and the other that we can't live without.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob and I are definitely feeling the groundhog day effect and are ready to get home.  To combat the doldrums, we invited a friend over for dinner last night.  On the menu was soft-tacos with pico-de-gallo, and Bob's world famous artichoke bruschetta.  Mexican-Italian Fusion if you will.  We had a great time with our friend, then Bob walked him back to the bus stop to catch the last shuttle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the time Bob was due back from the bus stop, I got a knock on the door - the 'Shave &amp; a haircut, two bits' knock (Bob's description:).  I thought it was Bob and opened the door... whoops.  Our immediate neighbor was there pantomiming that she needed to borrow matches.  No biggie, I thought.  I was oh so wrong..  She was overly friendly, and quite obviously drunk.  After she sang all verses of a German Friendship song, she went back to her apartment.  Hoo-boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Bob got back, I asked him to answer the door when she returned our lighter.  I was *hoping* that my tall, manly husband would keep her from coming in the apartment again.  No such luck; she brought back-up.  Pushing past Bob came three very inebriated women bearing fruit, candies, pistachios, a half-empty bottle of Vodka and some Kazakh Cognac.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bob.sims/KaragandaApartment/photo#5201766850954350482"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SDBjZAuJT5I/AAAAAAAABq4/ja-pjBnYpU0/s400/CIMG3661.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny for a little while, and Bob _really_ enjoyed the Cognac, but by &lt;br /&gt;10:30, I pulled the plug.  These Kazakh Golden Girls, or perhaps Whirling Dervishes, weren't going anywhere soon.  So, I took our cell phone to the back room and called our interpreter/landlord.  She in turn called her mother, who lives upstairs, and had her come down to shoo the ladies out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now one lady was at my sink doing the dinner dishes, another was spilling Vodka and pistaschios all over the place, and the third was busy with her cell phone calling all their kids to come over.  The personification of 'Out of Hand'.  Our interpreter's mother came in and in a calm manner explained that the time difference between the US and Kazakhstan is very great; that these Americanskis like to go to bed early and it was time to go home now.  Brilliant!  They bought it!!  The Kaz Golden Girls picked up their stuff and left.  I gave Oxana's mom a big hug and we both thanked her very much for her help.  Whew!  Not quite a Rick Steves moment, but not the same old night either.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we think our coordinator will let us purchase needed baby house items with the remaining half of our monetary donations.  More to follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-9167425693677694394?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/9167425693677694394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=9167425693677694394' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/9167425693677694394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/9167425693677694394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-vic.html' title='Happy Birthday Vic!!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511610254321253491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TKRZX88pcPI/AAAAAAAACeY/ggf5URq6cTY/S220/IMG_1755.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SDGFmwuJT8I/AAAAAAAABsM/ol7kdbf6quk/s72-c/CIMG3667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-6855714764703828651</id><published>2008-05-16T19:19:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T14:08:27.614+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Karaganda Mapping and Other Ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bob.sims/KaragandaScenery/photo#5199824129872186978"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SCl8fwuJTmI/AAAAAAAABlE/cM1TsICZIic/s400/PICT2349.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nurken_Abdirov"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Nurken Abdirov (Kazakh: Нуркен Абдиров) was a Kazakh pilot who served for the Soviet Union in World War II, and was killed in the Battle of Stalingrad.  Abdirov is a legendary figure in his hometown of Karaganda, Kazakhstan. According to local history, when Abdirov's plane was disabled by enemy fire, he and gunner Aleksandr Komissarov heroically steered his descent to crash into a column of German tanks, sacrificing his own life to destroy his enemy. &lt;/blockquote&gt;Yesterday, I started working on a Google Map that details all of the key locations and landmarks that have been important to us during our visit here.  I'm a bit reluctant to post the map here directly to the blog, as it has some locations that some might find a bit private -- the baby house, our apartment, and so forth.  However, if there are any families who are pending travel to Karaganda for adoption, just contact us privately and I'll share it with you.  Same goes for any previous Karaganda families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still waiting on a court date.  As with most everything else this trip, I expect it will be "hurry up and wait."  In the meantime, just about every kid and adult we know here is suffering from some type of head cold.  I'm hoping mine clears soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we made our most adventurous meal yet -- chicken fajitas.  The results were outstanding, if I do say so myself.  Laura found a single package of Ortega fajitas seasoning mix at the Ramstore, a large grocery store.  For tortillas, we substituted a locally-available flat bread called lavash.  It turns out that lavash makes a better tortilla than most store-bought varieties back home.  We also found some canned sliced jalepenos, so Laura combined them with fresh bell peppers, cilantro, and tomatoes for some yummy pico de gallo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bob.sims/Karaganda/photo?authkey=Y-0MzIart1c#5201034979937177458"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SC3JwguJT3I/AAAAAAAABpo/s3_4aNY0NeI/s400/PICT2410.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've taken the city bus several times now between the downtown area and our apartment when our driver is off-duty.  It's pretty simple as we never have to change buses, we never have to wait long (it runs every 5 minutes or so), and it is incredibly cheap -- about the equivalent of $0.25 US per person, per trip.  It definitely makes for some interesting conversation and people-watching, as well.  We made a trip after dark last night in which a congenial young Kazakh man, who already spoke reasonably good English, solicited us for formal English lessons.  Suffice it to say that city bus rides out to our apartment's part of town after dark would probably make the "Not Recommended" section of our agency's travel literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bob.sims/KaragandaScenery/photo#5199911395017707170"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SCnL3QuJTqI/AAAAAAAABmQ/SzRgj7Ig2fo/s400/PICT2375.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Laura meets this nice and serious young guy at the Cafe Karaganda, our favorite lunch spot.  He's prior Army, a two-time Iraq war combat vet, now living and working here as a Peace Corps volunteer.  He's a super nice and sharp gentleman. Laura tells him that my little sister, who lives in Oregon, has been interested in the Peace Corps for some time, so she does a brief email introduction.  A few days later, my sister sends us a message exclaiming that there is "good news from my recruiter!  All my application materials are in, and I have the opportunity to 'put my name in the hat' for a couple different programs in Spring 2009."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bob.sims/KaragandaScenery/photo#5200602635644260018"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SCxAiwuJTrI/AAAAAAAABnE/gLMEGFjatKc/s400/PICT2399.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not making this up.  I couldn't make up a better story if I tried.  We meet some dude in the Cafe Karaganda while here visiting the baby house, and before I can think twice about it, my sister is running off to join the Peace Corps -- her current assignment "exciting opportunities" include Morocco, Vanuatu, or Palau.  Once again, I guess we should pay closer attention to the agency travel literature.  In particular, the part about not talking to strangers you might encounter outside of the adoption process.  Oh well, at least there are Ryanair flights between Hahn (near Frankfurt) and both Marrakesh and Fes (Morocco), so there's a reasonably good chance that I might see my little sister again one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a final note, I'm working on a longer post about tips for living here temporarily in Karaganda.  Please stay tuned -- until then, you may want to consider reading &lt;a href="http://justkaz.samblackman.org/2007/10/22/tips-for-living-in-kazakhstan"&gt;Dr. Sam Blackman's perspectives&lt;/a&gt; from his previous life in Konstanai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-6855714764703828651?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/6855714764703828651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=6855714764703828651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/6855714764703828651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/6855714764703828651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/05/karaganda-mapping-and-other-ramblings.html' title='Karaganda Mapping and Other Ramblings'/><author><name>Bob Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547619013918064902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://twowheelsburning.com/ezimagecatalogue/catalogue/variations/1825-800x800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SCl8fwuJTmI/AAAAAAAABlE/cM1TsICZIic/s72-c/PICT2349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-5281292520018749649</id><published>2008-05-15T19:58:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T20:24:57.345+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Donations</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;captions=1&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fbob.sims%2Falbumid%2F5200607828259720897%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we bought and delivered over $800 USD worth of new clothing for the baby house, thanks to money donated by members of our US military community in Stuttgart, Germany.  We'd previously delivered a suitcase full of donated medical items, including diaper cream, antibiotic cream, and other over-the-counter necessities that are in short supply here.  We have about $1200+ more in additional donated money to spend as well.  A special thanks especially to the &lt;a href="http://www.kofcstuttgart.org/2008/03/seeking-your-help-for-kazakh-orphanage.html"&gt;Stuttgart Knights of Columbus&lt;/a&gt;, the Stuttgart Military Council of Catholic Women, the staff of Patch Elementary School, and to the many others in our community for their depth of charity and heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-5281292520018749649?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/5281292520018749649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=5281292520018749649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/5281292520018749649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/5281292520018749649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/05/donations.html' title='Donations'/><author><name>Bob Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547619013918064902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://twowheelsburning.com/ezimagecatalogue/catalogue/variations/1825-800x800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-9089439609986236329</id><published>2008-05-14T08:50:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T09:12:44.035+02:00</updated><title type='text'>More Cheerios</title><content type='html'>When in doubt, apply brute force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" style="width:400px;height:326px" flashvars="" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=7850463446278807683&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-9089439609986236329?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/9089439609986236329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=9089439609986236329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/9089439609986236329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/9089439609986236329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/05/more-cheerios.html' title='More Cheerios'/><author><name>Bob Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547619013918064902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://twowheelsburning.com/ezimagecatalogue/catalogue/variations/1825-800x800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-8023862107150163058</id><published>2008-05-13T19:14:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T19:21:45.065+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Few Pictures From Today</title><content type='html'>Doing the "Pick A Cheerio Out of the Cup" drill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bob.sims/Karaganda/photo?authkey=Y-0MzIart1c#5199817915054509634"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SCl22AuJTkI/AAAAAAAABk0/l-vVPicFFFc/s400/CIMG3630.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just woke up, and I'm not very happy about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bob.sims/Karaganda/photo?authkey=Y-0MzIart1c#5199906331251265170"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SCnHQguJTpI/AAAAAAAABmI/G48ifgQu-xo/s400/PICT2370.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The obligatory statue of a Famous Dead Guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bob.sims/KaragandaScenery/photo#5199824984570678898"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SCl9RguJTnI/AAAAAAAABlU/de7xVY7Fpzk/s400/PICT2371.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching the 01 bus near the Cafe Karaganda for the trip back to our apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bob.sims/KaragandaScenery/photo#5199911395017707170"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SCnL3QuJTqI/AAAAAAAABmQ/SzRgj7Ig2fo/s400/PICT2375.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-8023862107150163058?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/8023862107150163058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=8023862107150163058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/8023862107150163058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/8023862107150163058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/05/just-few-pictures-from-today.html' title='Just a Few Pictures From Today'/><author><name>Bob Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547619013918064902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://twowheelsburning.com/ezimagecatalogue/catalogue/variations/1825-800x800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SCl22AuJTkI/AAAAAAAABk0/l-vVPicFFFc/s72-c/CIMG3630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-5288570111560422685</id><published>2008-05-13T13:52:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T14:01:27.872+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note:&lt;/span&gt;  I'm posting this a day late due to network access limitations.  I've also published &lt;a href="http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/05/email-troubles.html"&gt;an earlier note&lt;/a&gt;.  Apparently, we saved it as a draft without ever publishing it.  Also, &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=7850463446278807683&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;a short video&lt;/a&gt; from today to follow soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bob.sims/Karaganda/photo?authkey=Y-0MzIart1c#5199827918033342082"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SCl_8QuJToI/AAAAAAAABlo/1rTGB0oMsSQ/s400/PICT2363.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several important milestone dates for us here over a relatively short time.  Yesterday was my birthday and Mother's Day, today was the last day of our required 14 days of bonding, tomorrow will be Laura's birthday, and the 19th of May will be little Vic's one year birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had a nice meeting with "Dr. Love", a name well known to most who have previously adopted from Karaganda.  True to her name, she's a very motherly and big-hearted doctor who truly loves taking care of little kids.  She is very quick to smile, is very kind to both the kids and the parents-in-waiting, and shows an infinite amount of enthusiasm and heart for the little ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, the meeting did not reveal any surprises.  Of course, we are interested in learning more about Vic's birth parents, so the doctor did share what few facts that are documented.  She did share that Vic is a child who really likes to be held and cuddled.  We already knew that from Day One of our visitation.  She also remarked that she had observed marked improvements in his development and sleep quality, which made us feel very good about the time that we have spent with him to date.  She also spoke of the future tense in very certain terms, "when you get home with him...," which also made us feel more confident about the process here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have noticed that Vic gets a little bolder and stronger every day that we visit -- as well as a lot more wiggly.  I think a lot of it has to do with the confidence that he builds in having just a little bit of control during our visiting time with us.  We've heard that the caregivers refer to babies that have bonded with their prospective parents as "home children" because they sometimes begin asserting themselves by crying when they're fed by the caregivers (instead of the parents), or by refusing certain types of food or drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're happy to say that our little Vic has rapidly made the transition to being a home child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-5288570111560422685?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/5288570111560422685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=5288570111560422685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/5288570111560422685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/5288570111560422685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/05/home-children.html' title='Home Children'/><author><name>Bob Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547619013918064902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://twowheelsburning.com/ezimagecatalogue/catalogue/variations/1825-800x800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SCl_8QuJToI/AAAAAAAABlo/1rTGB0oMsSQ/s72-c/PICT2363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-4945747377929730918</id><published>2008-05-12T14:49:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T21:16:16.249+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Life at Our Home Away From Home</title><content type='html'>We settled into a routine fairly quickly here after only a few days of baby house visitation.  We are adopting from Room 5 in Karaganda, so the visitation times might be different if you are adopting from different cities in Kazakhstan, or even from different rooms (ages) within the same baby house as us.  On most days, our visiting hours are from 10:00 AM to 12:00 PM, and then from 2:00 PM to 4:00 PM.  On some days, such as Sundays or holidays, we'll only have the one morning visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We normally wake up between 7:00 or 7:30 AM.  I will make breakfast while Laura finishes her secret female morning ritual.  We normally have a simple but large breakfast consisting of muesli cereal, fresh bread with cold cuts of salami and cheese, yogurt, coffee (Bob) and tea (Laura), and fruit juice.  Ocassionally, I like to boil a few eggs as well.  We like this breakfast because it is easy to prepare, it is filling, and all the items are readily available in the grocery stores here.  It's also easy to clean up afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, we usually spend a few minutes washing dishes and tidying up the apartment.  Laura will frequently run a load of clothes, since we are fortunate enough to have a washing machine in our apartment.  Laura will also re-pack the diaper bag for the day's visit.  I will sometimes check email via dial-up, and then pack the laptop bag, including our house shoes, a water bottle, and Laura's current book.  About every other day, I have to make the trek out to the "dumpster" (more accurately, the expedient community incinerator) to take out the trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our driver Sasha is normally waiting for us around 9:30 AM.  Oxana, our fabulous lead interpreter and deputy coordinator, lives in the apartment above us, so we all pile into Sasha's car for the short trip to the baby house.  After arriving, we change into our house shoes.  Laura normally races ahead of me up to Room 5, since I'm burdened with shoes that actually lace.  Since Vic has usually just awaken, we spend a few minutes cuddling and smiling at him while we change him.  We then feed him the baby house-provided meal, typically a rice porridge of some sort with some juice made from reconstituted dried fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meal, we'll then spend a few minutes playing indoors with him to let the meal settle and to practice some physical development exercises (crawling, playing with toys, assisted walking, etc).  We'll then carefully bundle him to the baby house approved level of (over-)stuffiness, and take him outside for 30-45 minutes of outside play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lunch, there are many choices.  However, we have found the best combination of food quality, price, variety, and (key!) free wireless net access to be the Karaganda Cafe, located directly across from the City Mall, a popular and impossible-to-miss shopping center.  We'll spend our two hours break having lunch, catching up on email, or chatting with other families that may join us.  Our most excellent interpreter Julia will often join us for lunch as well.  Sometimes, we'll cross the street to pick up a few items at the Ramstore, a large grocery store located inside of the City Mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 1:45 PM, we will meet Sasha, who will drive us back to the baby house for our afternoon visit.  This visit is normally identical to the morning visit, as Vic will just be waking up from his nap.  The afternoon meal is a bit different -- some type of porridge with bits of meat, and sometimes crusts of bread as well.  We try to spend most of this visit outdoors with him as well, if only for the fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before 4:00 PM, everyone is beginning to feel tired.  We say goodbye to Vic for the evening, and then put him down in his crib before leaving for the day.  Sometimes, we'll need an afternoon grocery store trip before going home, but we've gotten better about getting our groceries at lunch.  I've also found that the Nursat cards (prepaid dial-up net access) are available at a small shopping center direcly across from the baby house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Sasha drives us home, we then begin our evening routine.  My goal for this trip was to spend the available free time working towards a &lt;a href="http://usacac.army.mil/cac2/cgsc/about.asp"&gt;required professional development course&lt;/a&gt; that I have been putting off for years.  So, Laura will make dinner while I make notes and study guides using the CD-ROM course materials that I brought with us.  After dinner, we will settle down on the couch, with myself working on my coursework, and Laura either reading a book or watching a show on our portable DVD player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We normally start getting ready for bed around 10:00 PM, although it is sometimes 11:00 PM or so before we finally go lights-out.  We'll check email or I'll try to finish "one last study guide" before bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The routine varies some on days that we only have the one morning visit.  I think we've had four such days so far.  We will spend the extra time at the Karaganda cafe, or spending time with the other families here.  If our driver is not available, then we'll just take a city bus from the mall area back to our apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are any questions that parents-in-waiting have about Karaganda or the Kazakhstan trip in general, or if there are any topics you would like for me to write about specifically, please let me know by commenting below.  We really do look forward to reading all the feedback that readers provide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-4945747377929730918?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/4945747377929730918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=4945747377929730918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/4945747377929730918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/4945747377929730918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/05/life-at-our-home-away-from-home.html' title='Life at Our Home Away From Home'/><author><name>Bob Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547619013918064902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://twowheelsburning.com/ezimagecatalogue/catalogue/variations/1825-800x800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-1148509546372336882</id><published>2008-05-11T08:25:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T08:37:48.133+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Bob!!!  &amp; Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the delayed blog posts.. Bob has been working very hard on his professional development schoolwork (read: hogging the laptop :), and our only solid internet is during lunchtime at the cafe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is both Bob's 37th birthday and Mother's day.  We feel like both of these big days don't really count here.  It's hard for us to remember them, actually, as every day here is the same.  We wake up at roughly the same time, visit Vic at the same time, eat at the same places... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We measured Vic's length and head circumference yesterday, and plotted them on the baby growth chart provided by our Int'l Adoption Doctor.  Vic will get weighed on his 1 yr birthday, which is on May 19th, and I think he's gained a bit since we've been here.  Height &amp; head wise, he's grown a lot.  He's always been off the charts, on the small side, but now he's mid-stream for height and around 10% for his head.  We call him our little jumping bean - or before he's had his food &amp; very bouncy, full-o-beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else going on.  Will try to go to the Library today for their English language meeting.  Not sure how that'll turn out. :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-1148509546372336882?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/1148509546372336882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=1148509546372336882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/1148509546372336882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/1148509546372336882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-bob-happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Birthday, Bob!!!  &amp; Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511610254321253491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TKRZX88pcPI/AAAAAAAACeY/ggf5URq6cTY/S220/IMG_1755.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-2654882137485426987</id><published>2008-05-09T09:21:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T10:38:29.049+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Using the Walker</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" style="width:400px;height:326px" flashvars="" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=232122047308909597&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-2654882137485426987?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/2654882137485426987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=2654882137485426987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/2654882137485426987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/2654882137485426987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/05/using-walker.html' title='Using the Walker'/><author><name>Bob Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547619013918064902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://twowheelsburning.com/ezimagecatalogue/catalogue/variations/1825-800x800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-8632334863499463540</id><published>2008-05-08T14:04:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T14:42:33.853+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cheese Stands Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bob.sims/Karaganda/photo?authkey=Y-0MzIart1c#5197982862559923618"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SCLx35dzzaI/AAAAAAAABjs/3IM2AnjxnPE/s400/CIMG3605.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bob.sims/Karaganda/photo?authkey=Y-0MzIart1c#5197982866854890930"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SCLx4JdzzbI/AAAAAAAABkA/_2Cy-xVOlxs/s400/CIMG3607.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bob.sims/Karaganda/photo?authkey=Y-0MzIart1c#5197984507532398018"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SCLzXpdzzcI/AAAAAAAABkE/Q2SQhkB2laY/s400/PICT2335.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bob.sims/Karaganda/photo?authkey=Y-0MzIart1c#5197984511827365330"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SCLzX5dzzdI/AAAAAAAABkM/5h222jHGKk4/s400/PICT2346.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a great week for the kids of Room 5.  Well, at least for three little ones.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gregory, 11 months, is probably on his way home to New Jersey right now.  His parents came back to Karaganda on Tuesday and he left with them that night bound for Almaty (&amp; lots of paperwork).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we bid a temporary farewell to two children as their parents took custody until the end of their time here in Karaganda.  Mona will eventually go to Paris, France with her parents Mercce (sounds like Machey) and Agnes - Oui Oui!!  Timo will surely enjoy mayo on his french fries in Belgium with his parents Frank &amp; Vera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will surely miss the company of these families, but are overjoyed at this amazing new beginning.  No more sleeping in for these couples... at least for the next few years.  :o)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for now, it's just Bob, Vic &amp; I in the small visiting room.  We haven't heard if there are any parents coming soon for their 2nd trip - I think we still have one sweet girl in our group waiting for her mom/dad to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the photos from today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-8632334863499463540?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/8632334863499463540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=8632334863499463540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/8632334863499463540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/8632334863499463540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/05/cheese-stands-alone.html' title='The Cheese Stands Alone'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511610254321253491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TKRZX88pcPI/AAAAAAAACeY/ggf5URq6cTY/S220/IMG_1755.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SCLx35dzzaI/AAAAAAAABjs/3IM2AnjxnPE/s72-c/CIMG3605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-662569991923850127</id><published>2008-05-07T19:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T19:16:59.145+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bob.sims/Karaganda/photo?authkey=Y-0MzIart1c#5197685221326310802"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SCHjK5dzzZI/AAAAAAAABjg/quO5Lx9FwcI/s400/CIMG3586.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-662569991923850127?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/662569991923850127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=662569991923850127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/662569991923850127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/662569991923850127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/05/daily-picture.html' title='Daily Picture'/><author><name>Bob Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547619013918064902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://twowheelsburning.com/ezimagecatalogue/catalogue/variations/1825-800x800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SCHjK5dzzZI/AAAAAAAABjg/quO5Lx9FwcI/s72-c/CIMG3586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-6205848149998349177</id><published>2008-05-06T09:17:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T09:19:07.437+02:00</updated><title type='text'>More Outside Play</title><content type='html'>We were finally able to get a video uploaded.  This is from playing outside today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" style="width:400px;height:326px" flashvars="" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=-8297547485105498949&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-6205848149998349177?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/6205848149998349177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=6205848149998349177' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/6205848149998349177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/6205848149998349177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/05/more-outside-play.html' title='More Outside Play'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511610254321253491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TKRZX88pcPI/AAAAAAAACeY/ggf5URq6cTY/S220/IMG_1755.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-6348827463863485890</id><published>2008-05-05T20:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T20:12:02.379+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Outdoors</title><content type='html'>Today, we were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; able to take Vic outside for some badly-needed fresh air.  This could well be his first time outside since he entered the babyhouse.  The babyhouse grounds consists of some crude playground equipment in varying states of repair, so we just found someplace nice to sit and take it all in.  Vic seemed quite and a bit overwhelmed.  It's not nearly as cold as his suit suggests, but over-dressing little kids is very much the cultural norm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bob.sims/Karaganda/photo?authkey=Y-0MzIart1c#5196956463778554402"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SB9MXoCw4iI/AAAAAAAABiU/Xn0MLJKK5eQ/s400/PICT2316.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bob.sims/Karaganda/photo?authkey=Y-0MzIart1c#5196956472368489010"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SB9MYICw4jI/AAAAAAAABiw/984OONNTbZs/s400/PICT2321.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-6348827463863485890?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/6348827463863485890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-6063153456316799354</id><published>2008-05-04T08:35:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T08:43:38.367+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Pictures</title><content type='html'>New pictures, bakery fresh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bob.sims/Karaganda/photo?authkey=Y-0MzIart1c#5196406879763358114"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SB1YhoCw4aI/AAAAAAAABf4/ezhWPScH5_U/s400/CIMG3572.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bob.sims/Karaganda/photo?authkey=Y-0MzIart1c#5196409113146352066"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SB1ajoCw4cI/AAAAAAAABgU/4R3KtBabNHs/s400/PICT2295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bob.sims/Karaganda/photo?authkey=Y-0MzIart1c#5196406884058325426"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SB1Yh4Cw4bI/AAAAAAAABgA/YO8FnSrV5TU/s400/CIMG3574.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures &lt;a href="http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/04/pictures-from-karaganda.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-6063153456316799354?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/6063153456316799354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=6063153456316799354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/6063153456316799354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/6063153456316799354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/05/recent-pictures.html' title='Recent Pictures'/><author><name>Bob Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547619013918064902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://twowheelsburning.com/ezimagecatalogue/catalogue/variations/1825-800x800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SB1YhoCw4aI/AAAAAAAABf4/ezhWPScH5_U/s72-c/CIMG3572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-6144255284545447238</id><published>2008-05-04T05:26:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T05:29:24.997+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday's Blog Post</title><content type='html'>If you've emailed me within the last two days, please know that we'll respond to you eventually.  My army account is having trouble downloading, and we time out.  If it's urgent, just use my gmail account to get in touch with me (Laura) as well as Bob's gmail account.  As Bob says, our internet connection is straight off Antique's Roadshow, and it takes a while to download email.  Gmail works perfect, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said.. on to the star of the blog.  Today was another holiday, and only one visit allowed to us.  Vic is definitely attaching nicely to us, which warms our hearts, but makes for a difficult time when we have to leave.  He gets very upset and cries uncontrollably when we lay him in his crib at naptime.  It just breaks my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rattled when we left today after hearing him cry harder than I ever have (in the only 10 hrs we've been with him total).  So, I forgot to leave diapers for his overnight.  After lunch, our driver took us back to the baby house so I could drop them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really hoping to just drop them off without Vic seeing us, but he spotted me as soon as I opened his baby room door.  That little boy had the biggest grin on his face when he recognized me.  He put his arms out to me to pick him up - they had him and his 7 friends on the potties.  After I cleaned him up, put a fresh diaper and pants on him, I had to give him to a caregiver since I wasn't allowed to stay for an afternoon visit.  After lots of kisses,  I started waving and saying Paka Paka (bye-bye) and walking to the door.  He thought I was playing a game with him, but I saw his little face turn sad as I was closing the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart just aches to get that little guy home.  He's everything we have hoped for and more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-6144255284545447238?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/6144255284545447238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=6144255284545447238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/6144255284545447238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/6144255284545447238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/05/saturdays-blog-post.html' title='Saturday&apos;s Blog Post'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511610254321253491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TKRZX88pcPI/AAAAAAAACeY/ggf5URq6cTY/S220/IMG_1755.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-3598580199179766399</id><published>2008-05-03T18:35:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T18:55:51.475+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Babyhouse Staff</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;captions=1&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fbob.sims%2Falbumid%2F5196180771210060081%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3DNP1pEtif27E" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-3598580199179766399?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/3598580199179766399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=3598580199179766399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/3598580199179766399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/3598580199179766399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/05/babyhouse-staff.html' title='Babyhouse Staff'/><author><name>Bob Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547619013918064902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://twowheelsburning.com/ezimagecatalogue/catalogue/variations/1825-800x800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-4655632415871993551</id><published>2008-05-03T16:03:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T13:39:58.319+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Email Troubles</title><content type='html'>If you've emailed me within the last two days, please know that we'll respond to you eventually.  My army account is having trouble downloading, and we time out.  If it's urgent, just use my Gmail account to get in touch with me (Laura) as well as Bob's Gmail account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said.. on to the star of the blog.  Today was another holiday, and only one visit allowed to us.  Vic is definitely attaching nicely to us, which warms our hearts, but makes for a difficult time when we have to leave.  He gets very upset and cries uncontrollably when we lay him in his crib at naptime.  It just breaks my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rattled when we left today after hearing him cry harder than I ever have (in the only 10 hrs we've been with him total).  So, I forgot to leave diapers for his overnight.  After lunch, our driver took us back to the baby house so I could drop them off.  I was really hoping to just drop them off without Vic seeing us, but he spotted me as soon as I opened his baby room door.  That little boy had the biggest grin on his face when he recognized me.  He put his arms out to me to pick him up - they had him and his 7 friends on the potties.  The caregiver untied him and gave him to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-4655632415871993551?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/4655632415871993551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=4655632415871993551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/4655632415871993551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/4655632415871993551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/05/email-troubles.html' title='Email Troubles'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511610254321253491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TKRZX88pcPI/AAAAAAAACeY/ggf5URq6cTY/S220/IMG_1755.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-8166662727447060089</id><published>2008-05-02T08:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T09:21:27.478+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Home Away From Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bob.sims/Karaganda/photo?authkey=Y-0MzIart1c#5195667831855833282"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SBq4XYCw4MI/AAAAAAAABdQ/_mm3-6kLVuo/s400/CIMG3558.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;captions=1&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fbob.sims%2Falbumid%2F5195669721641443537%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought we'd tell you about the apartment we're staying in.  At $60 a day, this place is a bargain!  We enjoy a beautiful 2 bedroom, 1 bath, kitchen/living room with a clean, new fridge, washing machine and microwave.  We also have a gas stove/oven (full European size) which is great when the power goes out - only happened once.  Getting this apartment just depends on when you arrive.  You don't get a choice.  There are three apartments here, and whichever one is available is the one you get.  We're very, very lucky.  It's not close to anything except the baby house, but we have figured out which buses to take if the driver the driver isn't available.  We should be able to take a bus to the baby house, then on to the Ramstore, Internet Cafe, and City Mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said all this, though, I think that it's pretty clear from talking to some of the other parents that we have the best WPA-affiliated apartment available.  It is ground floor and has its own hot water heater.  The location is a bit dodgey -- about 100 meters from the railroad tracks.  I'll try and post photos of the apartment.. and one of our little Vic of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I have never seen such a state of the art iron as we have in this apartment.  It's amazing.  This thing forces steam at high pressure so it only takes one swipe of the iron to get the wrinkles out.  We're sold and will look for one when we get back to Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a holiday here in Karaganda.  Possibly May Day?  It used to be a Russian holiday, but the Kazakhs have changed the meaning of it so they could keep the holiday - the new name is 'All People's Day'.. we think.  We're not sure the locals are certain themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since yesterday was a holiday, we were only allowed one visit in the morning from 10-12.  We are definitely attached to this little guy, and I think he's taking a liking to us as well.  How could he not?  We're the fun-time people who are at his every whim.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen no problems with eye contact, and he really seems to do things to please us.  He gets lots of praise from us when he crawls or learns other big developmental milestones.  The first day we were with him, he crawled just a few feet, then did the belly crawl the rest of the day.  The second day, he didn't crawl at all, but then I noticed that his knees were pretty roughed up from all the floor-time activity.  And yesterday, the third day of visits, we saw a five-fold increase in crawling.  He would crawl 2-3 feet, then turn around to receive his over-the-top praise.  Then he'd be off again crawling.  I'm so proud of him.  He has the strength, but just not enough practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vic is very easy to calm down if he gets upset... I am hoping beyond hope this sticks once we get on the plane and back home.  The only time we can't really calm him down is when we change his clothes - he _hates_ this.  Once we're done, he's just fine and very happy again.  I also wanted to mention that he babbles a lot and says two words, well they sound like words: 'Stas' (his Baby House name) and 'this' which he uses when he picks up things or wants something.  Our little one is brilliant, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-8166662727447060089?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/8166662727447060089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=8166662727447060089' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/8166662727447060089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/8166662727447060089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/05/our-home-away-from-home.html' title='Our Home Away From Home'/><author><name>Bob Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547619013918064902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://twowheelsburning.com/ezimagecatalogue/catalogue/variations/1825-800x800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/bob.sims/SBq4XYCw4MI/AAAAAAAABdQ/_mm3-6kLVuo/s72-c/CIMG3558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-1564023659230602717</id><published>2008-04-30T18:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T18:54:28.580+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Hen's Food Obsession</title><content type='html'>Does anyone know a good clandestine way of smuggling food into a baby house?  I'm only half kidding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he's turned over on 11 months, Vic is in a toddler room now that does not get baby formula.  He's small for his age, and malnourished... so I'm obsessing about how I can smuggle food in.  My level-headed husband keeps telling me that Vic's getting all he needs and we shouldn't rock the boat.  What if I get caught?  It'll only be until the end of June then we can bring him home and stuff him full of good food.  He's right, but my mother radar is very hard to put aside... that my baby isn't getting enough nutrition and liquids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob and I were joking about possible methods of secretly mixing outside food into his bowl of cream-o'-wheat &amp;amp; beef mixture.  Mushed banana squirted into the bowl via medicine syringe?  Vial of dry formula tucked up my sleeve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news... we are completely in love with this kid.  Despite all my worries about food, he is a very smiley, giggly, strong, active, talkative little guy.  He's scrappy.  To quote the movie "Raising Arizona", he's a little outlaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob tells this story from when he was a kid.  His family lived for a while on a few acres in the piney woods of southeast Texas.  They had a small camp house with a large garden and several animals, including horses, chickens, and goats.  I would hesitate to call these six acres a "farm", as it was more properly a "ranchette".  It was about as close to Mother Earth News as you could get in the piney woods along Village Creek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, they had a dud rooster for a while, and as a result, some of the laying hens would sit on unfertilized eggs.  These eggs would rot instead of hatching chicks.  After it was clear that the eggs were not going to hatch, Bob's parents would buy pallets of live baby chicks from the feed store, and then empty the chicks out by the sitting hens.  The hens would rise from their rotting nests and happily adopt all of the chicks.  I suppose they never realized (or cared) that the chicks were not hatched from their own eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have thought about that story a lot over the last two days, as we now know exactly how those hens must have felt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-1564023659230602717?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/1564023659230602717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=1564023659230602717' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/1564023659230602717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/1564023659230602717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/04/mother-hens-food-obsession.html' title='Mother Hen&apos;s Food Obsession'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511610254321253491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TKRZX88pcPI/AAAAAAAACeY/ggf5URq6cTY/S220/IMG_1755.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-4610574288699134403</id><published>2008-04-30T18:32:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T18:49:37.246+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures From Karaganda</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;captions=1&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fbob.sims%2Falbumid%2F5194938516344201153%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3DY-0MzIart1c" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-4610574288699134403?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/4610574288699134403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/4610574288699134403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/04/pictures-from-karaganda.html' title='Pictures From Karaganda'/><author><name>Bob Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547619013918064902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://twowheelsburning.com/ezimagecatalogue/catalogue/variations/1825-800x800.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-5599174092482565878</id><published>2008-04-30T08:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T08:57:04.740+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Beautiful !!</title><content type='html'>We flew into Karaganda Monday evening, arriving around 7pm.  Went straight to a grocery store for staples &amp;amp; dinner, and then to the apartment.  After the traditional "1st Night Spaghetti", we watched the movie "Thank You For Smoking" until we somehow ruined the plug for the dvd player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob and I felt like kids on Christmas morning while waiting to go to the Baby House.  When we met Stanislav (Stas), it was love at first sight... at least for us.  He really liked all the kisses, but we could tell he wasn't used to getting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to name him after my father-in-law, so his new name will be Victor Hugo Sims.  Vic is absolutely beautiful.  We'll try and post photos soon, as we've just got our dial-up internet access in the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the nurses brought Vic out to us, they had obviously dressed him up for the occasion.  He went easily to me, and gave me some smiles, then went easily to Bob... until all the attention from the interpreters &amp;amp; staff (&amp;amp; mom/dad) got to him and he started frowning &amp;amp; crying a little.  I took him back and he calmed down very quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the staff asked us if we liked him and we said yes, that we'd like to continue seeing him.  Honestly, I don't think you could have pried him out of my arms. He looks great for his age &amp;amp; experiences.  However, the poor little guy was the first in his group to get chicken pox.  He's getting over it, but now has green medicine spots over each sore to dry them out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first visit of 2 hours went by too fast and we put him down into his crib for a nap when it was time to go.  From there we went to lunch with another US couple and their interpreter, Oxana.  We all had a traditional Kazakh dish called Lagman, and wow, that was good.  It felt great to talk with another couple who had just gone through all the first-day emotions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we went back to the baby house for the afternoon visit.  The nurses brought him out, and he was all smiles when he saw us - obviously recognizing us from the morning's playtime.  The nanny commented that he usually cries a little when going to sleep, but that today he was all smiles and went to sleep easily for his nap.  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's in much better shape skills-wise than we thought. Vic has a lot of strength, but not a lot of practice... he can crawl, but only in short bursts, then he resorts to belly-crawling.  He can stand, pull himself up, roll-over, and change toys from one hand to another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The urge to pop him in our daybag and take off is overwhelming.  He is so handsome and has beautiful blue eyes with long eyelashes, just like his brother.  Vic also has blonde hair, just like his Aunt Cookie. :)  His hands and feet are so cute - I pulled off his socks to take a peek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vic smiles, coos and talks more than we thought he would at such an early stage with us.  He loves to cuddle and is very happy sitting in daddy's lap while concentrating on his pincer-grip to pick up a cheerio.  He worked very hard to get the cheerio in his mouth, but took it back out - I think he's not used to chewing food.  Vic played a game of chase with me, and it was the _cutest_ thing.  He would crawl off, turn his head &amp;amp; smile, waiting for me to catch up.. then he'd take off again.  Bob also got some sweet laughs putting Vic high in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our daily visits should be from 10-12, then from 2pm-4.  We should be able to feed him at both visits, but were only allowed to feed him this afternoon.  I think they prepped the kids early for the first visit, so he was already fed when we met him.  The 2pm meal looks like cream of wheat with minced meat followed closely by a bottle of fruit tea.  I'm not sure if or when he's fed formula, perhaps at the 6am feeding or at bedtime.  We'll try to find out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed at how attached we already are to this little guy.  Bob keeps me laughing with his "Raising Arizona" quotes... "He's an angel!  Sent straight from heaven!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-5599174092482565878?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/5599174092482565878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=5599174092482565878' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/5599174092482565878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/5599174092482565878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/04/hello-beautiful.html' title='Hello Beautiful !!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511610254321253491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TKRZX88pcPI/AAAAAAAACeY/ggf5URq6cTY/S220/IMG_1755.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-4822820524981485963</id><published>2008-04-28T08:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T08:55:22.671+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrival in Karaganda Monday Evening..</title><content type='html'>We flew into Almaty late last night, after a six hour Lufthansa flight from Stuttgart through Frankfurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just prior to leaving our home for the Stuttgart airport, we decided to leave our official no-fee (non-tourist) passports at home.  They didn't have the Kaz visas in them, and we didn't want any extra high-value items that might be lost or stolen.  Of course, as soon as we got to the Frankfurt airport, we immediately regretted leaving them.  For the first time in six years of living and traveling in Europe, the German passport control at the Frankfurt international terminal wanted to see our Status of Forces Agreement (SOFA) orders, which is essentially a special type of visa for US forces living in Germany.  Fortunately, I had a copy of my US Army-issued orders on hand.  The official passports would have been even more convincing.  Suprisingly, Lufthansa did not charge us for extra baggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We negotiated the Almaty airport immigration easily with only a little waiting.  We claimed our bags, and I suppose at some point we cleared Customs, although I was never really sure who or where Customs was.  We were met by our driver Emil, who immediately put us at ease with his flawless English and warm personality.  Because there is a special international convention currently in Almaty, we stayed last night in the Hotel Alma Ata.  It was clean and functional, and we were relieved to find an inexpensively priced, well-stocked minibar after the long and dehydrating flight.   In it you'll find both bubbly &amp;amp; non-bubbly water, a few soft drinks, juice and some candy bars.  We drank two waters immediately, and saved a third for the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was mostly a blur of travel and a meeting and more travel and a store and then more travel and another store and then our apartment, where I now write this dispatch.  We had the long-anticipated meeting with The Sisters.  It involved some degree of detailed discussion due to the fact that we're different and non-routine -- Americans living in Germany, adopting in Kazakhstan, and then traveling directly back to Germany.  There's two different ways we can get the child back through German Immigration.  I'm still working on both and have yet to decide which way would be best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our flight to Karaganda was also uneventful.  I think we ended up paying about $80 in Tenge due to excess luggage.  We're carrying a heavy bag full of baby medicine donations, and we're also carrying some books.  The overage cost was not as much as I'd expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our apartment here is way above expectations.  It is clean, well-lit, and very nicely furnished.  The kitchen is especially well-stocked and furnished due to castoffs from, I presume, previous adoptive parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip: if you have a stateside GSM-type cell phone (example: T-Mobile), you can get it unlocked prior to leaving the US and have a very inexpensive option for using locally in Kazakhstan.  For example, I have an unlocked Sony-Ericsson handset that was previously on T-Mobile in the US.  I bought a new SIM card at a mobile phone shop in the Ramstore mall this morning for about $10 worth of KT.  I now have a Kaz phone number and SMS (text) capability that I can use to communicate with the in-country staff if required.  Of course, you have to call T-Mobile prior to leaving the US to get the phone unlocked, and they normally require you to have been on their contract for a year or so.  Unlocking the phone allows you to use other carrier's SIM cards.  Note again this only works with GSM or quad-band phones.  Also, don't forget to keep track of your old SIM card, so that you can re-install it again when you return to the states!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura's notes:  First.. I miss Jack.  There, I said it.  I know I probably miss him more than he does me at this point, especially with his grandmother at his every whim.  Bob and I both commented that every little boy we see seems to morph into Jack.  I still believe that not bringing him with us, and keeping him in school, was the right idea... but I still miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apartment we're staying in is great, nicely decorated, and has a beautiful kitchen (compared to others we've seen online).  It's a two bedroom, one bath, first story apartment and just what we needed.  I feel like we're living in an Ikea showroom!  The downside is that this gorgeous apartment is out in the boonies, and we'll need a driver for the entire stay to get to/from the baby house &amp;amp; grocery store.  I'll try to post photos later of it once our luggage is cleared up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the drive from the airport to the apartment (via a stop at the grocery store) I was looking at the houses on the left side of the car.  I suddenly realized that I knew where we were.  The playground we were passing belonged to the babyhouse, with the building just beyond.  Oxana, the interpreter, was impressed that I knew what it was.  Somewhere in that building was our child.  It made me both thrilled to know we would hold our child in the morning, and ache to hold Jack at the same time.  I've felt like our travel time here was like being in limbo... one child at home, one yet to meet, and longing for both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's pretty late here and we need to catch up on a week's worth of sleep.  Although this post is getting long, we really don't have much to report.  I'm afraid to say it, but we're wondering when the hard part is going to start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-4822820524981485963?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/4822820524981485963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=4822820524981485963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/4822820524981485963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/4822820524981485963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/04/arrival-in-karaganda-monday-evening.html' title='Arrival in Karaganda Monday Evening..'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511610254321253491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TKRZX88pcPI/AAAAAAAACeY/ggf5URq6cTY/S220/IMG_1755.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-8733576027691965996</id><published>2008-04-26T23:39:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T00:13:51.289+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.timeinc.net/time/2003/flight/images/bleriot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.timeinc.net/time/2003/flight/images/bleriot.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months ago when we received our region assignment, I had a crazy dream about flying to Kazakhstan.  It all centered around the plane and flight attendents and was rife with preconceived notions of a former soviet era...   I'm confident in saying that the plane we leave on tomorrow morning will not be made of concrete cinderblock.    I told you it was a nutty dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all packed and feeling a little out of sorts.  After all these months (years) of preparation &amp;amp; careful planning, the thought of just getting on a plane and finishing the adoption in a sort-of lock step from here on out is just weird.  Sure, the important dates may change; court, flight home, return flight, etc.  But, for the most part... we're pretty much just going through all the moves to finish this big dance.  God willing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In just a few days or even hours, we will meet our next child.  I remember sitting in the hospital before labor was induced with my son Jack... It was a surreal feeling knowing that in this building, this German town, I will become a mother.  Then finally, in this labor room, I'll see and hold the child I've dreamed of all my life and carried for 42 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very similar feeling now; it's one of losing control and at the same time relishing every moment.  This is the house we will eventually bring our child home to.  These clothes I pack will be seen over and over in our cherished babyhouse photos for years to come.  I'll wear this outfit with the pretty pink jacket when, God willing, a judge proclaims us parents again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, wish us luck. Knock on wood.  Cross your fingers.  Pray, pray, pray that all goes well and the only tears shed are of happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-8733576027691965996?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/8733576027691965996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=8733576027691965996' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/8733576027691965996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/8733576027691965996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/04/is-this-it.html' title='Is this it?'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511610254321253491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TKRZX88pcPI/AAAAAAAACeY/ggf5URq6cTY/S220/IMG_1755.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-4856058233476052079</id><published>2008-04-22T13:56:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T14:23:53.369+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Have Time for This</title><content type='html'>Now that travel is imminent, I suppose I should begin getting serious about this blogging effort, so that our experiences might actually be of some interest or help to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In most adoption blogs, we would be at the point right now where I share out detailed packing list, our itinerary, pictures from our send-off party, our family care plan, and how all of our tightly orchestrated plans are coming together like clockwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, for us, this is not the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fly in five days (three business days remaining).  Our current status:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The "To Do Before We Leave" list is rapidly becoming the "Things that Won't Get Done Until After We Return" list.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The person who was supposed to be covering for me at work was just sent away for two weeks of travel abroad due to an (organizationally self-inflicted) crisis.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We've managed to lose the registration card for a vehicle that will expire during our travel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My dear Mom (Jack's guardian here during the trip) will arrive at the Stuttgart train. station some time tomorrow during my work day.  I have no idea how we will get her from the train station to our house.  She will be greeted by a kitchen that currently has no microwave.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm overdue on several critical updates and commitments to my &lt;a href="http://www.twowheelsburning.com"&gt;two other&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.kofcstuttgart.org"&gt;web efforts&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have two evaluations and The Leave Request (over)due for submission at work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Outlook inbox is full of meeting requests and messages with subject lines like "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**Urgent!**&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Past Due&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please read!!!&lt;/span&gt;".  Needless to say, I've turned off my read receipts (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x-8hQh6hdnI"&gt;related link, slightly NSFW&lt;/a&gt;).  My boss, who has thus far been over-the-top supportive of this whole endeavor, will now be doubly-burdened in an already painfully (ahem) resource constrained environment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We still have to organize all the &lt;a href="http://www.kofcstuttgart.org/2008/03/seeking-your-help-for-kazakh-orphanage.html"&gt;charitable donations we received&lt;/a&gt; into some semblance of order for presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just submitted a Foreign Travel Clearance Request (required as separate action from leave request -- who knew?).  No idea if it will be approved or not.  I'm trying to pitch this as a "Personal Mission of Theater Engagement."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our suitcases are all still empty.  Actually, I'm still not even sure if I've unpacked yet from our &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bob.sims/FesMorocco"&gt;trip to Morocco last Thanksgiving&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The power cord on our laptop broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;My (late) lunch hour is over.  Time to get caught up on work email -- from last week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-4856058233476052079?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/4856058233476052079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=4856058233476052079' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/4856058233476052079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/4856058233476052079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/04/i-dont-have-time-for-this.html' title='I Don&apos;t Have Time for This'/><author><name>Bob Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547619013918064902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://twowheelsburning.com/ezimagecatalogue/catalogue/variations/1825-800x800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-1495211249850704854</id><published>2008-04-21T08:30:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T13:56:30.034+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Visa Applications</title><content type='html'>We sent out our visa applications (along with our passports) to the Kazakh consulate in NYC by FedEx at 0800 this morning.  Supposedly, the approved visas will be back to us here in Stuttgart in time for our flight to Almaty, tentatively scheduled for the evening of Sunday, 27 April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the magic of the Internet, you can share in our anxiety and tension by tracking our visa shipment status along with us here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fedex.com/Tracking?language=english&amp;amp;cntry_code=&amp;amp;tracknumbers=861816882912"&gt;Visa applications (Stuttgart to NYC)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fedex.com/Tracking?language=english&amp;amp;cntry_code=&amp;amp;tracknumbers=861816882923"&gt;Visas return (NYC to Stuttgart)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-1495211249850704854?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/1495211249850704854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=1495211249850704854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/1495211249850704854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/1495211249850704854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/04/visa-applications.html' title='Visa Applications'/><author><name>Bob Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547619013918064902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://twowheelsburning.com/ezimagecatalogue/catalogue/variations/1825-800x800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-7876031585747890513</id><published>2008-04-17T16:35:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T17:05:59.657+02:00</updated><title type='text'>We have dates &amp; LOI !!!!</title><content type='html'>Quick post as there's much to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will arrive in Kaz on April 27th, meet with the in-country side of our agency the morning of the 28th then fly on to Karaganda the same day.  Bob and I will get to hold our precious little one sometime on the 29th of April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our referral date and the travel date hold such emotion for us beyond the obvious.  One year ago we were in shock and denial when my father-in-law was released from a local German hospital.  He was diagnosed with cancer and not given very long to live.  We received our referral on this same date one year later.  On the one year anniversary of his death, we arrive in Kazakhstan to adopt his namesake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, we all love and miss you dearly.  Thanks for pulling strings for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-7876031585747890513?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/7876031585747890513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=7876031585747890513' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/7876031585747890513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/7876031585747890513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/04/we-have-dates-loi.html' title='We have dates &amp; LOI !!!!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511610254321253491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TKRZX88pcPI/AAAAAAAACeY/ggf5URq6cTY/S220/IMG_1755.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-8921595035230397653</id><published>2008-04-09T21:14:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T21:55:27.299+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The one I dream of, and the one I leave behind</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm giving in.  I have more I'd like to share on the blog, but don't feel comfortable in such an open setting.. so as of this weekend the blog is going private.  If you would like to continue viewing the blog, just let me know and I'll add your name.  I'll try to invite family, friends, and fellow bloggers that I know check the site.  If I've forgotten you, know that my head is somewhere else right now.  I don't mind a nudge.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack and I went to a local Schwimmbad with friends today.  We had an absolute blast.  Although I am very impatiently waiting for our LOI and travel dates, I know each day brings me closer to leaving my first born behind for 2 months.  Just typing this and making the thought more concrete is almost more than I can bear.  So, today was just the day I wanted and needed to have with Jack.  We both enjoyed playing with each other and he was in a great mood (so was I :).  Plus he was able to play with the other kids and pool toys while I got to chit-chat with girlfriends.  He has 4 more days before Spring Break is over, and hopefully we'll get just as many fantastic days.  He's an awesome boy; I'm so lucky I get to be his mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-8921595035230397653?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/8921595035230397653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=8921595035230397653' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/8921595035230397653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/8921595035230397653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/04/one-i-dream-of-and-one-i-leave-behind.html' title='The one I dream of, and the one I leave behind'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511610254321253491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TKRZX88pcPI/AAAAAAAACeY/ggf5URq6cTY/S220/IMG_1755.JPG'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-799409893458910919</id><published>2008-03-17T21:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T21:33:11.324+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fundraising &amp; Travel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iTVTc3E7API/RzdvDabStnI/AAAAAAAAAjk/XnC-NKYW5gM/s400/Money_Coins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iTVTc3E7API/RzdvDabStnI/AAAAAAAAAjk/XnC-NKYW5gM/s400/Money_Coins.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bob and I have been overwhelmed with the generosity of family and friends.  In only a few days, we've raised over $1000 for the baby house, and will bring infant medicine &amp;amp; OTC items when we travel.  We're just blown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly recommend doing a charity fundraising/OTC medicine drive while waiting for travel.  We started by talking with a few friends at our church to see how much interest there was.  Bob then drew up a quick flyer and posted it on the men's group website.  You can see what he wrote on the website &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.kofcstuttgart.org/2008/03/seeking-your-help-for-kazakh-orphanage.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Note that he added a snazzy Paypal button on the top-right side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made sure to include that we were not using these funds or medicine personally or for any prospective child, but for the greater good of the whole baby house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, we heard this evening that we may travel around the 13th of April.  Cue panic and general running amok.  Wow, I think this may actually happen!  I'm kind of in shock, even though I hoped to travel in a few weeks anyway.   We've wanted more children for so many years, and it looks like the 'pining for more kids' days will soon be over.    Jack still wants the new addition to move into his room upon return home.  We'll see how long that lasts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-799409893458910919?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/799409893458910919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=799409893458910919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/799409893458910919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/799409893458910919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/03/fundraising-travel.html' title='Fundraising &amp; Travel'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511610254321253491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TKRZX88pcPI/AAAAAAAACeY/ggf5URq6cTY/S220/IMG_1755.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iTVTc3E7API/RzdvDabStnI/AAAAAAAAAjk/XnC-NKYW5gM/s72-c/Money_Coins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-3846286899742351843</id><published>2008-03-09T22:58:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T23:36:10.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming of Havoc</title><content type='html'>Bob and I are trying to tie up loose ends while we wait out these last weeks (hopefully) before we travel.  One of the biggies that I've been putting off is getting our taxes done.  This year was pretty easy tax-wise.. no home sales or deployment status to work around.  For the second year, we used Taxslayer.com, which is a _free_ service to Active Duty Military.  No perks or kickbacks here, just a happy customer.  This little task that I've been dreading, really only took 1/2 an hour to finish, and they can e-file our claim.  Sweet!  I love the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next few weeks, we'll be asking around for infant medicine donations to take with us to the baby house.  The tough part is that we all shop at the same 3-4 stores for American products, so there is a limited supply of everything.  For example, I'm asking my mother-in-law (the sweetest in-law alive) to bring liquid infant vitamins with iron on her next trip.  We can get plenty of liquid vitamins without iron, but no other options.  I just thought of another thing to put on her list..  Infant Immodium and the dry packet form of Pedialyte.  I hear that these things exist, but since we've lived overseas for the majority of our parenting years, I don't have proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've also had a lot of discussions about baby names around here.  Our 5 year old son, Jack, is in on the action too with some strong opinions.  Fortunately, we still have our list of names from when I was pregnant with Jack, so we've been working from it.  Bob and I have finally decided on a boys' name, but we'll hold off on sharing it (or a girl's name) until we meet our little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack is adamant about his name choice, but at least it is only on a 24 hour cycle.  Today his boy name was Jude, the same as a good buddy of his.  Yesterday it was Henry Jack, Henry after a train from the Thomas the Tank Engine set and Jack after himself. :)  Two days ago he got very angry with us when we laughed at his suggestion of Havoc.  That had Bob and I rolling with laughter at the dinner table.  I think that's my favorite.. Havoc.  Depending on our little one's personality, that may end up being a nickname. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the definition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;hav·oc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="pronset"&gt; &lt;img src="http://cache.lexico.com/g/d/premium.gif" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="https://secure.reference.com/premium/login.html?rd=2&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Fbrowse%2Fhavoc"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.lexico.com/g/d/speaker.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span class="show_ipapr" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;ˈhæv&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;ək&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="pk = window.open('/help/luna/IPA_pron_key.html', 'PronunciationKey','height=700,width=560,left=0,top=0,resizable,scrollbars');if(pk){pk.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;" title="Click for pronunciation key"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_sp()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show spelled pronunciation"&gt;Show Spelled Pronunciation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hav&lt;/b&gt;-&lt;i&gt;uh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;–noun  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;1.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;great destruction or devastation; ruinous damage. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;span class="pg"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-3846286899742351843?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/3846286899742351843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=3846286899742351843' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/3846286899742351843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/3846286899742351843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2008/03/watching-clock.html' title='Dreaming of Havoc'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511610254321253491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TKRZX88pcPI/AAAAAAAACeY/ggf5URq6cTY/S220/IMG_1755.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-6936675976543827508</id><published>2007-12-27T09:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T17:31:24.164+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Relax!  It's in the mail...</title><content type='html'>It's been a while, so here's a few biggies from the last 2 months.  Back in the beginning of November, we submitted out dossier.  From there it was off to translation for about a month.  Now our translated dossier is on its way to the Kazakhstan Embassy in New York.  From there, I think it heads first to the Kazakhstan Ministry of Foreign Affairs in Kazakhstan, then to the Ministry of Education and Science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Step: Lots of waiting.  It should be May or June before we travel to Kazakhstan.  Okay, here's the positive spin..  Waiting until late spring or early summer is great since we won't need to bring big, bulky clothing in already crowded luggage.    This also gives us pa-lenty of time to get that attic in order.  Um... and finally do something with all our old photographs.  Best of all, we have a lot of quality PlayMobile Castle playing to do with Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In case you're curious about where Kazkahstan is, here's a good map to look at.  I usually tell people it's south of Russia and West of China.  I'm not sure if that's really helpful, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/R3N2I2WuNqI/AAAAAAAAACw/h0t4os9TAj0/s1600-h/kazakhstan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/R3N2I2WuNqI/AAAAAAAAACw/h0t4os9TAj0/s320/kazakhstan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148588693416457890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/LAURAS%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/LAURAS%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-6936675976543827508?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/6936675976543827508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=6936675976543827508' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/6936675976543827508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/6936675976543827508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2007/12/relax-its-in-mail.html' title='Relax!  It&apos;s in the mail...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511610254321253491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TKRZX88pcPI/AAAAAAAACeY/ggf5URq6cTY/S220/IMG_1755.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/R3N2I2WuNqI/AAAAAAAAACw/h0t4os9TAj0/s72-c/kazakhstan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-3510197471692616743</id><published>2007-10-23T21:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T21:35:12.919+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dossier Docs:  Round 1 Complete!</title><content type='html'>The last two weeks were a flurry of activity for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got word two weeks ago that our lab results were back, the last bits we needed to schedule our medical physical.  This triggered a few days of frenzied coordination, as we arranged to get a doctor, notary, the doctor's medical license, and all the related paperwork in the same office at the same time.  We exchanged emails with the lab tech, the doctor, and the notary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, last Thursday, it all came together.  The doctor had a wallet-sized card certifying his medical license.  He was most helpful and cooperative, although it was hard not to laugh during the "neurological exam" that felt more like a cross between interpretive dance and a field sobriety test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We scanned the final documents, and forwarded them to our adoption coordinator, and she emailed back her approval on Monday.  So, today, the stack of original documents, a cover letter, and yet another breathtakingly-large check went off by Express Mail to our documentation preparer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop will be apostille, followed by translation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't express enough how much a relief it was to finally complete this portion of the process.  We did it all in 90 days exactly from receipt of our USCIS approval, the I-171H, not including our home study and I-600A approval time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In hindsight, there's nothing about building the dossier that's really hard, but it is maddeningly tedious.  We found that the hard part was not getting the documents (for the most part), but rather tracking and synchronizing them all so that they are dated in relatively close proximity, and still "fresh" when we submit them.  Most of the documents are only good for a year from the date of issue, and the medical forms can be no more than 6 months old when they arrive in Kazakhstan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-3510197471692616743?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/3510197471692616743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=3510197471692616743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/3510197471692616743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/3510197471692616743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2007/10/dossier-docs-round-1-complete.html' title='Dossier Docs:  Round 1 Complete!'/><author><name>Bob Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547619013918064902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://twowheelsburning.com/ezimagecatalogue/catalogue/variations/1825-800x800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-5482021233001981524</id><published>2007-09-25T21:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T21:58:56.265+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Synchronization</title><content type='html'>We've made lots of progress over the last few weeks.  Bob was able to secure notarized letters from his employer, our housing office, and our bank.  Laura typed up several "self-generated" required letters that we notarized this last week, along with our passports.  Our agency assured us that they now have copies of our birth certificates, marriage license, and home study agency license all pending &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apostille"&gt;apostille&lt;/a&gt;.  All the really hard stuff, like the home study and immigration application, is already complete.  So, in short, the only thing we have left to complete our dossier are medical letters, along with a copy of our doctor's medical license.   I already have a notary lined up to be there.  We are only awaiting some medical lab test results prior to scheduling this final physical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reviewed the completed documents last night.  Laura's sharp eye caught a few notary mistakes (missing year digits on dates) that I corrected today.  We scanned all and submitted to our agency coordinator for an initial review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last year of working on one dossier or the other (we started with Ukraine, but switched to Kazakhstan two months ago), we have come to learn that getting the required documents really isn't that difficult.  Most agencies will bend over backwards to help as soon as they hear the magic word, "adoption."  However, we have come to discover that the hard part is keeping all of the documents fresh and current.  Most of the documents have a life of one year from the earliest date on the document, and some have an even shorter life span.  Our medical form, for example, must be oven-fresh, less than 90 days old when we submit it to our agency.  Therefore, we've scheduled it to be the last we complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dossier consists of about 17 different documents, each from different sources.  We are trying very hard to have them all dated within a 90 day window at the time of submission.  This strategy should allow for a long life span once they make it to the destination country, and will help prevent us from being in a constant cycle of updates after we submit the dossier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recently met a family that adopted a pre-school boy from Kaz two years ago.  By coincidence, they live only a few minutes away in a nearby town.  Their son really bonded quickly with our 4 y/o son, and he seems to have adjusted incredibly well.  It was very encouraging to see such success, and to hear first-hand some of what awaits us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-5482021233001981524?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/5482021233001981524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=5482021233001981524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/5482021233001981524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/5482021233001981524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2007/09/synchronization.html' title='Synchronization'/><author><name>Bob Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10547619013918064902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://twowheelsburning.com/ezimagecatalogue/catalogue/variations/1825-800x800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-6619011205537607553</id><published>2007-08-29T20:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T22:38:19.778+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock * Paper * Scissors</title><content type='html'>Last night, over a cappuccino and  decaf Caramel tea, Bob and I divided up the remaining self-generated paperwork.  All the documents that need crazy logistical planning went to Bob, such as getting our doctor, a copy of her doctor's license, a notary, us, and our blood test results all in the same room - Phew!  I'll gladly take the remaining paperwork to generate or fill out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems we're on a roll with our adoption documents coming in.  Today we received our 171H from the USCIS office in Frankfurt!!  To us prospective adoptive parents, this is a solid step toward our child, whomever he/she will be.  This one little form is the first major step in allowing us to bring a foreign born orphan of unknown identity into the US as our own child.  This form was a big hairy deal to get, and took for-ev-er!  It should normally take about 6-8 weeks, but due to some technical glitches at our local USCIS office, ours took over 8 months to arrive.  This calls for more congratulatory cappuccinos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 171H took such a long time to get to us, that our fingerprint cards are rapidly expiring.  We have a little time left on them, as they expire in June of 2008, but that's putting it really close.  If everything goes according to my wildest dreams, we should either be in Kazakhstan then, or on our way home with our new little one by next June.   I'm sure we'll have to send in a fingerprint card renewal before all is finished, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Jack is out of bed for the third time tonight.  I can't wait until I get to reassure and re-tuck *two* little ones into bed.  A friend keeps saying "Are you _sure_ you want another?" every time her two kids get unruly.  Yes.  Truly, honestly, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off re-tuck and to say the magic words my father-in-law once said to my son:  "Sweet Dreams of Chocolate Flying Machines.  Goodnight, I Love you."  If that doesn't work, I'll use the old stand-by:  "I don't hear any snoring in there!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-6619011205537607553?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/6619011205537607553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=6619011205537607553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/6619011205537607553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/6619011205537607553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2007/08/rock-paper-scissors.html' title='Rock * Paper * Scissors'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511610254321253491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TKRZX88pcPI/AAAAAAAACeY/ggf5URq6cTY/S220/IMG_1755.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424578473351827553.post-7265445429000885562</id><published>2007-08-28T18:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T20:09:10.815+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Game On!!!</title><content type='html'>We received our FBI Background Check in the mail today, which should have taken another month to come back.  It arrived a mere 20 days after we sent off the request.  Wahoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to mailing our background request, we found a guide on kazakhadoptivefamilies.com suggesting we put "Urgent: International Adoption" on the outside of our mailer.  The theory is that there is a huge pile of background requests, and the soft-hearted FBI Agents put all the adoption requests on the top.  We held little faith in this simple step, but apparently the FBI is full of adoption-loving softies.   Thank God!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that the FBI Background Check is back, we need to power through the rest of our dossier requirements.  No more slacking off and reading other Kazakh adoption blogs; we have a lot of work to do in a short amount of time.  The words to Jerry Reed's song "Eastbound and Down" are running through my head. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424578473351827553-7265445429000885562?l=www.kickpaddlebreathe.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/feeds/7265445429000885562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5424578473351827553&amp;postID=7265445429000885562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/7265445429000885562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424578473351827553/posts/default/7265445429000885562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kickpaddlebreathe.com/2007/08/game-on.html' title='Game On!!!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07511610254321253491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76IAKQW1Vw4/TKRZX88pcPI/AAAAAAAACeY/ggf5URq6cTY/S220/IMG_1755.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
