I really enjoyed getting to know some of you last time I was tagged and so I thought it would be fun to play again and tag someone new. If you are tagged, please go ahead and play even if you have not adopted from Ukraine or are not currently in the adoption process. :)
What are the first three things you bought for you new child?
bed comforter
clothes
and more clothes
Who laid the first big kiss smack dab on the face of your new child? Or, who is going to be the first one? You or your hubby or a sibling?
Me!
What was one of the first phrases you learned in your child's native language?
Ya lyublyu tebya
What was your favorite food in country? What country? If you haven't traveled yet, what are you looking forward to eating?
potato filled pirogi in Russia
What was your least favorite food? Or, what do you refuse to try while you are in country?
Gelatin dish with settled meat at the bottom. I can't remember the name, but I remember how gross I thought it was. Sorry to those who love this.
What part of the adoption process has been the most sentimental to you apart from meeting your child?
When the plane landed on Russian soil, I got goosebumps all over. My thought? "My daughters are here in this country! My daughters are here in this country!"
I tag Sig, Nataliya, Wendy, and Tara. Please let me know if you want to play too because I don't want to leave anyone out. :)
Ooooo, I'm excited. Sarah, Annie, and Karen have decided to play. :) I really appreciate their honest answers that you can tell are straight from the heart. Thanks guys!
Forever Changed
16 years ago
8 comments:
Me, too.
Come on, Christine, you didn't like "holodets" (from the word "holod" - cold)? You should've tried, it's not that bad :) I can't say it's my favorite food, but it's OK!
Thanks for the tag! I will answer on my blog in a couple of days :)
Hmm... What should I answer :) My native language is Russian, and of course I like native Ukrainian food... But I'll think about something :)
Your answers are great and boy, do I remember that gelatinous stuff with meat. We were in Kaz but same Russian influence. I am a dietitian by trade and I really couldn't get past all of the food sitting out on the counters for hours in the small shops even if they looked good. and, the gelatinous stuff was the worst to me too. Our translator said it was yummy. Just trusted her!
PS. We are a BSF family too (previous smiles and trials post). I love being able to introduce our new 3 1/2 year old to the things of God this way. He has already learned so much. I absolutely love hearing him say the name of Jesus amoung his many new English words. What an honor to be the ones to introduce to him Our Father who Art in Heaven. So cool. Someday, I would love to hear how each of your children have learned the concept of God especially the ones coming from other countries.
Blessings to you, Karen Kitzman
Hi Christine. Thank you for your comment on my blog about my father. I am glad to find your blog as I am very interested in the Ukraine process as that may be our next journey. I'll be adding you to my blogroll and can't wait to follow along on your journey.
Rachel
I want to play!
First three things I bought our new son:
Here: Furniture for his room
Clothes
Diaper bag
There:
Clothes at the market in Sumy
Russian boots
Wow, some funky underwear!
His first kiss was from me, blubbering all over his little head within two seconds of meeting us.
Term I learned right away:
Peesit (nuff said) I found out that the term he used when we met him (peetak) actually translates into "taking a piss" whoops!
Favorite food there: Potato and onion filled pyrogy. Borscht is a close second.
Least favorite food: That is either the piece of meat the lady in the market made a horse neighing sound over (thank goodness for cats in markets!) or the large, hot dog looking thing that looked like it was filled with deviled meat. Didn't eat either.
Most sentimental part outside of having this tiny boy's soul shoot through my own? When we packed up to leave the apartment of our hosts and had to say goodbye to our new friends. Or, watching my son interact with his grandma, sister (who was still in the orphanage, adopted now) and half-brother a year and a half later when we went back to visit.
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