Well I can't believe it, but the inevitable has already happened: I am no longer the cool parent. I have done such an excellent job encouraging Robi to like Sam, that I believe he already likes Dad better then Mom. Plus Sam really is cooler. I shouldn't have tried so hard;)

Robi had to get 3 vaccinations yesterday. It was awful. When he heard us talking about the doctor with George, he cried and told George "I can't stand the doctor." The nurses were sweet and got him all at once and gave him a lollipop, but I think all 5 floors of the building could hear him screaming.

One of the strangest things for us has been living in a country in which our son's race is very disliked (and sometimes hated). Of course there is terrible racism in the U.S. but it's not even politically incorrect here. It was as recent as my grandparents' lifetime that Robi's grandparent's generation were the victims of genocide, and were almost entirely destroyed by the Nazis. I think 90% of the gypsy's were murdered. Most European countries are distasteful of the gypsy population, but it is really bad here. It seems like Hungary was fertile ground for the gypsy genocide that happened... anyone who even looks "dark", gypsy or not, is a target for racism. I know that we are a strange bunch: 2 Americans and a "gypsy" boy who don't speak the same language as each other, and we might be being self-conscious, but everywhere we go we get blatant stares or sneers. Of course, the Hungarians we work with and know are wonderful and love Robi, but even they say it's good that we are taking Robi out of Hungary.

We are laying low today. Robi has a little fever from his shots and is sleeping a lot. Although at the moment he is playing wild animals with Dad.

We hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving! We went to a church Thanksgiving party with some friends of friends and had a great time. There were a couple little boys (10-ish I think) who were very sweet to Robi and played and played with him. He loved it.
Miss you all!