We have had 3 nice and uneventful days since Sam came back. We were both very excited to see him. Robi, as expected, will not let Sam go more than 6 feet away from him. It is very, very cold and Sam and I have been wracking our brains about what to do with Robi all day... we went on a tour of Parliament (which scared Robi), wandered around West End mall (the biggest mall in Eastern Europe), and tried to go for a few walks but we are all miserable outside. I am sitting here trying to decide if it's worse for everyone to be hungry or to walk to the grocery store! Brr! I'm leaning towards hungry!
We hate to have the attitude of just making it through each day until we get home (I hate that feeling that I am wishing my whole life away, waiting for the next part) but we really are. Sam is doing better (since he got a whole week at home!) but I am just counting the hours until we go home. However, we are glad for unrushed time to get know and play with Robi with no obligations to anyone else. That is very handy. I think we are going to go home with a stronger than usual relationship thatnks to the requirements of the Hungarian Governement! And that is the point of this time... to get to know your child and help them to feel secure with you.
Robi is still learning English like crazy... he can easily count to ten, and almost to 20. His ABC song is coming along, and Sam has taught him his first Bible verse "Trust in the Lord", and also to say "King Jesus." He was singing the Hallelujah chorus all day yesterday. He says "down please" and "calm down" although he doesn't really know what they mean and says them whenever he wants anything!
Tomorrow we are leaving at 5:30 in the morning to go to Eger (where Robi was born) to get "the decision." That sounds very ominous (since "the decision" is whether or not we get to keep Robi!), but George assures us that the decision is already made, and that all the people involved are very pleased with how Robi, Sam and I are doing together. On Monday we have another early trip to somewhere a few hours away (we never know where we are going!) to get a new, official copy of Ro's birth certificate. Then we will race back to Budapest to get everything translated and get going with a visa and passport for Robi. This is the part where things could get hung up... George is pulling some strings to get this process expadicted for us so we can hopefully make our flight early Thursday. We are getting to go home (if all goes well) probably a week sooner than normal, since everyone has been sweet about trying to get us home for Christmas.
And that's about all for now!
Merry Christmas!