Actually, she has stopped by almost every day that we have visited. She is known as Doctor Lubov (Love) and every childs' face in the house lights up when she walks in a room. There are two other Doctors that work here, and sometimes they have specialists that come from hospitals to take care of various medical issues or do lots of innoculations. Although she is not smiling in this picture, she is always smiling when we see her. She is always asking us if we have any questions or concerns about the kids. She is our favorite person at the Baby House.
Dr. Love
Finally it is time to start talking about food. We have enjoyed every meal out so far and find a lot of good items at the stores as well. We order anything people tell us is traditional: soups, grilled meat, and root vegetable salads. Bread and pastries are fantastic. Today, we ate at a place called Assorti. We have been there several times and it is always excellent! A woman who works there speaks very good english and has a son that attended college in Michigan. She is very friendly and has visited the United States.
We call these Artome's Fred Mertz pants. (I Love Lucy) We practically had to stretch them up to his armpits and tuck in his shirt to keep them from falling down.
Katja loves to draw and chatter to herself. Even our interpretor has no idea what she is saying sometimes! However, she knows both Kazakh and Russian words.
Say what?
What a smile! She has a great sense of humor. I think we're going to have our hands full!
Each day we bring orange juice with a dose of liquid children's vitamin supplement in it. They now clamor for their juice and cheerios as soon as we see them.
Meatball soup and breaded chicken cutlets with a sour cream sauce, side of mashed potatoes. Yum!!!.
Meat dumplings topped with sour cream and a side of pickled cabbage. Jim thinks it was pork. Who knows? We have a don't ask, don't tell policy here! It was good, whatever it was.
One of the few moments of Artome sitting quietly. He's a tough little guy. He lurches and careens around the room, occasionally banging his head, but rarely cries. When he gets upset (rarely) he sits down and sucks his thumb. It never lasts more than 10 seconds. I am sure that all of these kids are used to fending for themselves since the caregivers can't possibly be there to scoop them up and console them every time they hurt themselves.
