“I am looking for someone to share in an adventure that I am arranging, and it’s very difficult to find anyone.”
“I should think so — in these parts! We are plain quiet folk and have no use for adventures. Nasty disturbing uncomfortable things! Make you late for dinner!”
~J. R. R. Tolkien
As anyone who has adopted a child internationally knows, pick-up week is all about doing whatever it takes to get through it and arriving home with everyone alive and as sane as possible.
Also known as survival, heh heh.
We were pretty sure Tommy’s pick-up week would be very different from Katie’s pick-up week, and we were right.
He’s eating well, will take his liquids thickened to a pudding consistency (eaten with a spoon), goes quietly to sleep without self-soothing behaviors, sleeps better than a baby all night long, wakes up cheerful, is very responsive to affection (thanks to a baba who had the common sense to give him what he needed rather than what he wanted), and is always ready to overflow with the joy of life!
We’ve spent most of the past two days introducing Tommy to the capital city of his native land, and have the sore feet, snapshots, and souvenirs to prove it.
But if I just posted photos from the last couple of days without unpacking their meaning for you, you might come to a more, uh, idyllic conclusion than the reality warrants.
Let me put it this way.
What we were really doing was introducing the capital city to Tommy.
Tommy really turns heads.
And not because he’s so cute!
Contemplate how happy pterodactyl shrieks would echo along this beautiful portico, helped along by a brisk and chilly wind~
Happy pterodactyl shrieks caught the attention of these guards of the presidential residence, who are supposed to stand perfectly still and look straight ahead. (They didn’t when the shrieks accosted their ears.)
Watch the Changing of the Guard! Hear the Happy Pterodactyl Shriek!
Imagine happy pterodactyl shrieks resounding off these ancient ruins and the imposing walls surrounding this courtyard…
…off ancient Roman ruins between bustling city streets…
…under the bustling city streets…
…and in small corner basement cafes.
There were happy pterodactyl shrieks accompanying us as we shopped for warm sleeping clothes in size five [Tommy’s grown since January].
Tommy’s shrill shrieks turned heads as we made our way across city streets…
…painstakingly over A Study in Non-Handicapped-Accessible Sidewalks…
…and lots and lots of stairs.
Yes, my friends, happy pterodactyl shrieks were our constant companion as we took in many sights in the lovely capital city of Tommy’s fatherland.
[Beet juice, bought in ignorance]
Little Benjamin is making the adventure interesting in his own way, which anyone who’s cared for a small infant while traveling could guess. [Look who’s part of our family for a few days!]
[We don’t look like American tourists, do we? Oh no, not at all!]
If C. S. Lewis is right, adventures aren’t comfortable things unless you’re reading about them.
The next few days are full of a different kind of activity–clinic visit, exit interview with the vice-consul at the US Embassy [“Do you have any weapons?” “Only a piercing scream!”], visits with friends–and then it will be time to re-pack for our flight home just after lunchtime this Saturday.
“We’re only going to run into trouble if we try to live a normal life. The reality is, Christians aren’t supposed to fit into the world. Now, what we stand for is really simple.”
P.S. If you pray for our flight home, please pray for everyone else on the plane with us who have no idea what they signed up for!
P.P.S. I love this country.