Saturday morning we left early for Cincinnati where we were to meet our two little boys--a day that we have waited for since November 2010. As I think of God's goodness and faithfulness, I realize how perfect His timing is...always. I have SO MUCH that I want to share but it is really busy at our house right now!
Sunday, Gotcha Day: We slept well Saturday night (thanks to NyQuil...haha). The moment I woke up Sunday morning, my heart was THUMPING and my stomach was JUMPING! The boys flight was scheduled to arrive around 2PM. (They traveled about 22 hrs. from the time they left Africa with a 5 hr layover in Paris!) There were 8 children adopted through our agency scheduled to arrive to five families. As we all waited for children to go through immigration, there were several people who sensed the reason of our waiting and approached our group--two of those were stewardesses who had been on the kids' flight. They began to tell us how cute all of the children were and how wonderful the people were that were caring for them. One stewardess was so moved, that she began crying and telling us all how blessed we all were. That, and the news of the children, caused A LOT of tears to flow for ALL of us.
We let the boys play around for about an hour or longer and decided that it was time to leave. We weren't sure how they would react to being put into car seats, but they did great. I should input here that our African lawyer warned us that when we traveled, we might want to stop every 2 hours because Tate.... ....then she paused trying to think of the English for what she wanted to say...which she apparently could not think of so she instead did the motion of puking. Yep--no need for translation on that one.
The boys fell asleep quickly. At one point when we stopped for gas, they woke up and Tate started saying the word for pee which is sooba (pronounced sue-bah). I began trying to get him out as quick as I could--all the while he is repeating "sooba...sooba". Then Jayden also began pleading "sooba...sooba ". As I put Jayden right beside me outside, I was reaching in for Tate and realized that Jayden is beginning to pull his pants down so he could sooba right in the gas station parking lot! (Yes. I stopped him from completing the task!)I was laughing so hard while Jenna and I were running into the gas station with the boys. While we were in the bathroom and I have him standing up to the toilet, I realized that Tate is NOT saying "sooba" but rather "soomba" (which means poop). Let me tell ya, there was no time to roll out the toilet paper to line the toilet seat and spare my child from gas station bathroom germs because when the translation of "soomba" is misunderstood for "sooba", you'd better get the correct positioning fast before it's too late! Both boys took care of their sooba and soomba business and we were on the road again.
We had decided beforehand that we would travel as far as the boys allowed and/or as long as we felt we could drive without being too tired. We ended up driving straight through to home (9 1/2 hrs) with the boys sleeping the entire time. We arrived home at 2:30AM and, as they explored the house, they were over the moon excited when they saw their pictures all over speaking in their language. And the dynamics of our home have now been forever changed...