tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64205524636868702022024-02-19T01:56:12.184-08:00God's Promise-Anya ElizabethFollow us on our journey to our latest blessing from above.Jackie Eganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11384540930657872879noreply@blogger.comBlogger85125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420552463686870202.post-82145967716090869872012-09-25T19:35:00.001-07:002012-09-25T19:35:21.199-07:00The Girls are Flourishing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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As you can see, the girls are growing and doing great. They fit right in to our family so well. This was a fun day at the park. They are now in school again and doing well. Clara knows all her letters and is learning all their sounds. She will be reading soon. Abby is happy and can recognize some of her letters and is writing her name. They love school and love their family. Don't you love how long their hair is getting.I will try to post more often about what is going on. For now enjoy the pictures.Jackie Eganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11384540930657872879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420552463686870202.post-75706080546434098732012-01-01T11:52:00.000-08:002012-01-01T12:57:31.803-08:00More pics of the holidays<span style="color:#660000;">holiday pics 2011</span><br /><br />Listening to the Christmas story<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692755310910128514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh0Xv4-QJzVB9w974vVwGSwIZndEZFgKmXvJr83CCUGmwwAZ3VseuwWQZc0Sl6kbtupfVG18RBQSIbaOTw3Vi4AiSIDmAjxp1KFHAkrIcu0bUFlXsW9K7jHlZuRu9-DKnVHYzZnY8sI24/s320/043.JPG" /><br />All their cousins and Grandma Jean<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0hs-L4tzG_MG8UNDmeXNX6-zSy0pSiv6t1VBw-tPJZRx9pKLE7FwzyIe0fadKgUMYV8KVHtyNK5L46MDh_rNUjaufLfmPF0s8NRLRYq0XyZ07mk7l4X7-bZMGcpiMNDCtHsUBNt1_Lys/s1600/041.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692755303266175794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0hs-L4tzG_MG8UNDmeXNX6-zSy0pSiv6t1VBw-tPJZRx9pKLE7FwzyIe0fadKgUMYV8KVHtyNK5L46MDh_rNUjaufLfmPF0s8NRLRYq0XyZ07mk7l4X7-bZMGcpiMNDCtHsUBNt1_Lys/s320/041.JPG" /></a><br />Our Whole Family Together for Christmas 2011<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb_k5q_yQrunvm1QV4nXIQCumfnbJqGRh-NNa1A2wXDRqdbI24JImvvrE-sT3ntnRvHJxJDecdkhFIsKnBBB6i7yg9V7sgB9e-VJxkZIjOg2yRHhZf0YObM4EKf3njpFTXsd3CWXEWhd4/s1600/033.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692755279742768434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb_k5q_yQrunvm1QV4nXIQCumfnbJqGRh-NNa1A2wXDRqdbI24JImvvrE-sT3ntnRvHJxJDecdkhFIsKnBBB6i7yg9V7sgB9e-VJxkZIjOg2yRHhZf0YObM4EKf3njpFTXsd3CWXEWhd4/s320/033.JPG" /></a><br />Abby decorated a birthday cake for Jesus<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6UX7mM3FI-zhimmxYYd58nzZTDlBmpTnynsLgOnaPpyVRWvQSHVjhyphenhyphene2SJHke9ew0YBPNyqWufHIXFOe2k3hI3XKCOahwZbDYH0jLh7e9H5d-eERj8vhw6LYP2oelVvmiUUAaCg0upGc/s1600/019.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692755269290323490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6UX7mM3FI-zhimmxYYd58nzZTDlBmpTnynsLgOnaPpyVRWvQSHVjhyphenhyphene2SJHke9ew0YBPNyqWufHIXFOe2k3hI3XKCOahwZbDYH0jLh7e9H5d-eERj8vhw6LYP2oelVvmiUUAaCg0upGc/s320/019.JPG" /></a> Clara decorating a birthday cake for Jesus<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb7XcZbJzSNwBRuTUtuef5pc64MM2GPlE7CQYkYG3boq6ieFH5LYhonz1BOHkHwlLxdpq58eAI82VUKMgMCDQMkUDyCWyEbacaxKZJ1yzKaRamyYah4M2qR_kWipNCev1erYWgI-CNPMw/s1600/015.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692755259217008594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb7XcZbJzSNwBRuTUtuef5pc64MM2GPlE7CQYkYG3boq6ieFH5LYhonz1BOHkHwlLxdpq58eAI82VUKMgMCDQMkUDyCWyEbacaxKZJ1yzKaRamyYah4M2qR_kWipNCev1erYWgI-CNPMw/s320/015.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Jackie Eganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11384540930657872879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420552463686870202.post-35150562115664456682012-01-01T11:30:00.000-08:002012-01-01T11:51:42.223-08:00Catching up! and Happy New Year!<span style="color:#000066;">January 1, 2012</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">There has been lots going</span> <span style="color:#000066;">on over the past serveral months but suffice it to say all is going well. The girls have settled right in at home and at school. They have enjoyed Thanksgiving and Christmas. They love being a part of our family and we love them too. We have celebrated with good friends and family and have been so blessed in so many ways. We are looking forward to 2012. Enjoy the pictures!</span><br />All 9 of our treasures together in one place!<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692750153180337106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVWhgIXD-ahHnT3vIl_mwZK98iqf7EUSwDzNzgX6wbDEaoA9KTHlGHBNJ2i1XkhxUT5y19LkmEdXMgyh4dN2VlcjiGFPR8T8Arl5EdZitl8fcO-1ZQ_TIjQ6c7dTa1mAHKgMHkOJe2dn8/s320/029.JPG" /><br />All done decorating the tree<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqkxeWrCGiBkMYRnAWadkpccVK9_ssPkLLjOnQT2iqYVvUJO6AC0qyJBn8fYuOkGITrmajrCDJ1b4kNEmPWl9QVn6VMzteY9S1zBTxGRV7O09-nRvXEU7kwctxKy8ZTPIUkGEB0fC8NXg/s1600/026.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692750137358412850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqkxeWrCGiBkMYRnAWadkpccVK9_ssPkLLjOnQT2iqYVvUJO6AC0qyJBn8fYuOkGITrmajrCDJ1b4kNEmPWl9QVn6VMzteY9S1zBTxGRV7O09-nRvXEU7kwctxKy8ZTPIUkGEB0fC8NXg/s320/026.JPG" /></a> Abby and Clara strutting their stuff!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcBxB1AwXPfla1BbyqQVCbQOZKrlPcQ96hlVOQNL5FNYwOJrA9ohitV1T__4zc_VyveiOI_Jpsvf0yadIcigDBvuhuW__8ooHw0-1-I76k1TYhkyhHJKe4hlHKGlwO1Z6pWtnGztokz1w/s1600/021.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692750132115008530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcBxB1AwXPfla1BbyqQVCbQOZKrlPcQ96hlVOQNL5FNYwOJrA9ohitV1T__4zc_VyveiOI_Jpsvf0yadIcigDBvuhuW__8ooHw0-1-I76k1TYhkyhHJKe4hlHKGlwO1Z6pWtnGztokz1w/s320/021.JPG" /></a> Abby decorating her first Christmas tree<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicwcP1XjYs2wPQW5L7khvaovWAeaxDM0D81zE0vfoQFs3xz7d1n3rGY2kQjT7Uk387Kai-JOIFQtf-FgsoMIb2CekKmTWaFuwiZhbxYJyEhnqSzIakP1OE4a5_CXQvI91aSVKDP5av5Ew/s1600/015.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692750119186105458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicwcP1XjYs2wPQW5L7khvaovWAeaxDM0D81zE0vfoQFs3xz7d1n3rGY2kQjT7Uk387Kai-JOIFQtf-FgsoMIb2CekKmTWaFuwiZhbxYJyEhnqSzIakP1OE4a5_CXQvI91aSVKDP5av5Ew/s320/015.JPG" /></a> Clara decorating her first Christmas tree<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcuq2miaHlE5tnRLRPAk-IQ0EGD6da7_mT7Y8DSmTqPSjAjhrwjOciHvjs4uAkJlFXOevxuz-VVdL1-CrRrEYKgU9_Y8KcTW38XvXaW_6ryoOWG0gA8tfoPvi9EzWRJeWmzUrZT1ap1Es/s1600/012.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668243878808453314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvIMbJXjYsPQPSE7MJJ9WnGTB5CynP3RZf5FBeV5m3uRUe_0u0nBuUvYA5kOe43cc9RNimTn4ZAAbkhMaH0Nx2eAPT2l2bjsVlTv8HDRDnLj4c9NRd8oE0-NUT8KzJ2k9FW2249R4mfLA/s320/035.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmcSjwdLoRtuWh64crs42kJeaHM4M8wslbSyEoXqX47eASrt-5tWKFAHDg474CgNDOjELnd_PKwRhwfsiTB3v8dhdhG9xntZtXcmdywEHVtoDZBalP_ESAz7oAjWSUzks_POFIqivkgbE/s1600/023.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668243869207317218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmcSjwdLoRtuWh64crs42kJeaHM4M8wslbSyEoXqX47eASrt-5tWKFAHDg474CgNDOjELnd_PKwRhwfsiTB3v8dhdhG9xntZtXcmdywEHVtoDZBalP_ESAz7oAjWSUzks_POFIqivkgbE/s320/023.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5JzFIcrcR6gIW0aaAcZaUrVoxbVkvCn_TXboPvFl8Fo0skAUIUGvGT48lO0f6hpcL1cngns2LcGcmRIuUHADFiL4imdmOl-KEegl7CTx96ABGBlAimHtRvZC7l5n8o2ik226oa0uIlQ4/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668243863504645202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5JzFIcrcR6gIW0aaAcZaUrVoxbVkvCn_TXboPvFl8Fo0skAUIUGvGT48lO0f6hpcL1cngns2LcGcmRIuUHADFiL4imdmOl-KEegl7CTx96ABGBlAimHtRvZC7l5n8o2ik226oa0uIlQ4/s320/002.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#330000;">October 27,2011</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#330000;">We have been very busy with life at home with 9 children. I wanted to post some pics of what we have been doing. The girls are great. They are picking up some English and yet maintaining their Russian/Ukrainian. They are very happy and doing great in school. Clara can count to 5 and knows most colors, can write her name and is learning her alphabet. Abby is trying very hard to write. She is picking up English and is always happy. They both still love to sing and dance and love their baby dolls. We continue to have many appointments for them as well as the other children so we are so busy but we are making it work. Here are some pics:</span></div></div></div></div></div>Jackie Eganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11384540930657872879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420552463686870202.post-41665607871421077142011-08-20T11:28:00.000-07:002011-08-20T11:36:37.981-07:00Living Each Day one hour at a time.August 20,2011
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<br />Sorry for my lack of posts but as you can imagine I am very busy. With all the appointments, doctor's appointments, school starting and working I don't have much free time. I literally am just functioning to get through each day as I need to minute by minutes. The girls are adjusting well. They have been sick with bad colds and coughs but otherwise fine. They love school. Nothing seems to bother them. We are working on routine and adjustment. Other than school, church and doctor's appointments we havent taken them anywhere. We are dealing with a lot right now and just learning how to get used to our new normal. Right now I am kind of numb from all that happened in the Ukraine and then getting home to all the chaos without a minute to rest. I literally got home that Sunday at 10pm and was at work at 5am Monday morning. I haven't stopped yet so I really haven't had a chance to process any of it. I have a lot to work through in my head right now and just need time. I will be posting pictures soon. Thanks for your patience.
<br />Jackie Eganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11384540930657872879noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420552463686870202.post-28911369085289708592011-08-06T20:14:00.000-07:002011-08-06T20:19:31.117-07:00We're Home!<span style="color:#330033;">August 6, 2011</span><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#330033;">The Girls and I made it home but it was quite the amazing journey. But what did we expect after the month we had in the Ukraine! </span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#330033;">I will be posting all about our trip home soon, I promise. We are settling in and the girls are doing great!</span></p><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637947808524875810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigxXgrGPuO5Ta7UB_iYrBAhFnJVufHOo-DRbYavrwrvGpOq4mVJ-W8YbGLicGm45BSWjQ8zAU7aZZlQ4UUmkzjHaK46UWmNW97UlXxAiAlCWN06N7tIKMUqTrmzzC7EBZXYYixumvlA_w/s400/047.JPG" />Jackie Eganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11384540930657872879noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420552463686870202.post-61000765493594582642011-07-29T03:41:00.000-07:002011-07-29T03:45:31.492-07:00More Thank you's<span style="color:#330000;">July 29th 2011</span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">I wanted to give a very big thank you to all my financial supporters whom without I could not be here. My biggest contributer and sister in Christ Marcie thank you so much. One day we will meet and I will give you a huge hug. To all those in bloggy land who have commented, prayed and supported me thank you. I loved reading all the comments and feeling the support and prayers coming from all over. To my whole church family and community you are the best!</span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">I love you all.</span>Jackie Eganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11384540930657872879noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420552463686870202.post-74203942060673219572011-07-29T01:41:00.000-07:002011-07-29T02:40:29.430-07:00IT IS FINISHED!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634704114331080194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOlg4EyqShl80vUHy7MdD9aOG7TI8Jo6Kdf2t42I8bO5J0F-g2-lHLZWV8cQEowDpxf1LsBsxlIkAn4jice9TXbvOlTJtG0EUW2GPj0LjBAsniRbLLLc1ktKRDpcdksKebpeOVNvU0wJc/s400/083.JPG" /><br />The first time we met the girls back on May 27th<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1QMAuCxJalvnKfzL4_CNfrOPjSlaC6P1DCg00fOXDkFVYJwRJ3OqMVwgsgFh7AtQWykh8sMvJGqfm0p2hhFUXsllw4qsjLdjcuGHDDUjAxc8FPjVrf8kQB3hofi2b0Z_wxT8GO5_Dq8Y/s1600/082.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634704108526950482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1QMAuCxJalvnKfzL4_CNfrOPjSlaC6P1DCg00fOXDkFVYJwRJ3OqMVwgsgFh7AtQWykh8sMvJGqfm0p2hhFUXsllw4qsjLdjcuGHDDUjAxc8FPjVrf8kQB3hofi2b0Z_wxT8GO5_Dq8Y/s400/082.JPG" /></a> <br /><div><span style="color:#003300;">july 29,2011</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;">Today is a day that will definately live in infamy! My long journey is coming to an end. I have my daughters' visas in my hands and all of their paperwork to give to immigration when I finally land in the good ol USA! I am sitting here crying like a baby, all alone. The Lord has done as he had promised. It was the most difficult thing I have ever done. There were so many mountains and obstacles along the way but our God destroyed them all just as he said he would. This process has taken over 14 months. From the day Tim and I knew we wanted our sweet Anya to tomorrow has been a major rollercoaster ride. No we don't have Anya but Anya is home with her mama--her mama has decided to keep her and not send her back to the orphanage. Anya will go to a regular school--Anya is where she was meant to be all along. Her mama just needed to realize that she loved her daughter so much and seeing that she was going to be adopted and taken far away made her realize that she did not want to lose her daughter. I am so glad the Lord used me to make her realize she could not live without her daughter. Because of that our sweet Vika now has a mama too. So Anya, Vika and Marina are all moving on to new lives with their mamas. God had this planned from the beginning and I was just one of his instruments to help make it happen. I feel privileged to have been able to assist God in this.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;">So today I am finally realizing that this part of the journey is coming to an end. As I said before my emotions are all over the place. I have been here for so long and have come to love and hate this country. The bureacracy and politics are so very difficult to deal with here but oh the people I have come to love. As I look back over this long journey and think of all I have encountered here and been through. It is very hard to leave this place and the wonderful people who were placed in my life. I have made lifelong friends here. I still have a mission ahead of me and can't wait to get started on that. I will talk more about that later. Anatoly, Irina and Igor have worked so hard to help make all of this a reality. They have gone way beyond the call of duty. I cannot thank them enough. I thank God that these wonderful people were the ones selected to accompany me on my journey. Irina's family welcomed me into their home and treated me like a member of the family for 6 days. From Kristina and Katya their precious daughters to Irina's parents. I felt loved and taken care of. I was able to experience what it was truly like to live daily in the Ukraine. I have gained so much perspective and once again it all leaves me feeling ashamed of all that we have in the USA. We are definately a spoiled country. I will try never to complain about not having something. Just to walk into a house with air conditioning, then to a car with air conditioning and any building with air conditioning is such a privilege. It is a privilege that they just do not have. Riding the crowded buses and smelling the awful smells from the live chickens to the body odor did not discust me it made me respect them even more. They work so hard and their lives are not easy but they go on and they can smile.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;">While here I had the privilege of worshiping in the Hillsong church. The presence of the Holy Spirit all around. I had the privilege of taking my sweet friend Irina to this church-who knows maybe a seed was planted- I was able to visit one of her churches here in Kiev and she is so respectful-she will not enter if not properly dressed with a head dress on her head. She bows and prays so respectfully. Though she admits she does not have the kind of relationship with Christ that we have-maybe one day. I will keep praying for that.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;">What is ahead of me--well first and foremost getting the girls out of the orphanage for the last time and all of the way home to the USA. There are many things that scare me about this. First they do not understand me when I talk most of the time and therefore do not obey as they should. They like to run off and I do not have enough hands to hold tightly to both of them and the luggage. I have to occupy them in Germany for 4 hours. Then getting through customs, immigration, claiming luggage, rechecking luggage, going through security and getting to our next flight in less than 2 hours time without losing the girls in New York! </span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;">Irina will be with me tonight when I bring the girls back to the apartment. She will help me bathe them and feed them and get them into bed for a few hours. She will be with me at the airport in Kiev and then I am on my own. Well I know that the Lord will be with me every step of the way--and I hope he will be holding onto the girls hands too so they do not run off.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;">Once home oh the adjustments! I simply cannot wait to get my hands on my children at home. I have missed them so much! I know they have missed me terribly too. Oh when I see all of their faces and Tim's at the airport I know I will lose it! There will be jealousy I'm sure between the girls and the other kids but I pray they will all come to love each other deeply. We will have many appointments to get to. And with 6 little ones now it will not be easy. The work will be constant and I know I will literally collapse each night. Oh but seeing all of my children securely tucked into their beds at night and sleeping soundly will be the best present this mama could have. All of my treasures together at last! Look out Jordan if you think the house is chaos now wait until these precious girls arrive and are let loose. Jordan I know you will be a great big brother to your new sisters just as you are to all the others. I love you so much. Danielle and Christopher I love you too and can't thank you enough for helping me and supporting me even when you didn't think this was the best idea. Please don't ever doubt how much I love you both. You have both grown up into beautiful young adults and I am so proud of you both!</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;">Well I need to clean the apartment and finish packing to begin the next leg of this journey. I need to stop crying and get working. I just want to thank the Lord once again for choosing me to be the mother to these very special little girls--they were fearfully and wonderfully made just as all my other children were. It was no mistake that they were made with an extra chromosome. They are loved and treasured by our Lord and he has a plan for their wonderful lives and I am privileged to play a part in that.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;">I may not get a chance to post anything until I am home. I will be packing the computer in the checked luggage so I don't have to take it out going through security. I promise to post pictures of the girls and their journey to the USA as soon as I can.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;">Thank you to all of my family and friends who have made this all possible. There are so many that have stood by me along the way--First and foremost my dear sweet friend Dianne-you were my angel sent by God to help me get through this. Thank you for being here with me-just seeing your face come through those doors at the airport in Kiev gave me such peace. We laughed, we cried together and we even had some times of tension but I will forever treasure our friendship. Know that I love you so much and you will always be a part of the girls life.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;">My mom--what can I say--I love you and appreciate you and I know I don't say that enough. I could not have done this without you. You have taken such good care of the kids and Tim for me and for that I consider you a saint. I love you and treasure you.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;">Tim-my soulmate and companion-who puts up with me and always stands by me and joins me on every journey-I love you and miss you.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;">Cindy, Terrie, Jenny, Connie, Margie, Trisha, and all my dear friends-Thank you for supporting me and helping me in oh so many ways, from cleaning my house to helping with the kids and loving on them while I am gone. You have all been a huge part of making all of this possible. I love you all.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;">To my family-Paula, Jim, Toni, Geoff, Joy and Kelly and Lou and Rose-thank you for all you have done-you will always be loved and treasured by me.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;">Now I must thank my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ for taking me on the most amazing journey of my life. I cannot even imagine what lays ahead. I am feeling so blessed.</span></div></div>Jackie Eganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11384540930657872879noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420552463686870202.post-58664970145709593812011-07-28T12:35:00.000-07:002011-07-28T13:37:10.791-07:00More of Getting The Runaround!<span style="color:#000066;">July 28th, 2011</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">The day began at 3:30 am when I woke Dianne to get ready to leave for the airport. The cab arrived as scheduled at 4am. It was very sad to see her go. We had come so far together and now to say goodbye before it was over just didn't seem right. We hugged and off she went. I went back up to the apartment alone. It felt so weird. I felt so alone. I had a big day ahead of me so I tried to lay back down. I did finally fall asleep. The alarm went off about 7am. I woke and got ready for the big day. My appointment was at 930. It was very crowded outside with hundreds of people waiting to get in for visas. I was allowed to go right in as an American citizen. Tola and Igor had to wait outside. I took everything in and a Kind lady named Lilia went through all of the paperwork with me. She helped me fill in the places I wasn't sure of. We then discovered that Tola had forgotten to give me pictures of the girls. So I still needed to bring these back as well as the medicals and passports. She tole me to return at 2pm with the girls. So we left there and went to the passport place to pick up the passports. But guess what - they were not ready. So we left there after nearly an hour and went to the orphanage to get the girls and take them to their medicals. When we arrived at the orphanage at approx 1145 they came running out in the same pretty dresses from yesterday. They were very excited to go in the "beep beep" again. We got in the car and headed out. They were very excited as you can see by the pictures below.</span><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634489549020060370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiseg378ceSry-z6d5gvCQ1E6uJQZLXgv1Wokbw-TE0gRf4aXEqlURwRrqmByW9KYd0QAXwH6NBeN_8FS7Ov9-bKKwXK9q64y9b9QXzSmBF53pBZ3N8sJfLB16tkSGrYzuBj61dh5HfX6w/s400/003.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY55rz0ukrHHxIRvNJhRngFF0Gj9xZ-XbQ2kLVhKqSG7WdcCB_uQ5Jz2qeRnjEglYGlMeV8Y6Y9qx1nI8F1gBQLBjjgG3jzeKVp8ai6I0hcOA-Vv594klXxc_XhY88-BrIvTeX3OlYHGc/s1600/001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634489544263180978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY55rz0ukrHHxIRvNJhRngFF0Gj9xZ-XbQ2kLVhKqSG7WdcCB_uQ5Jz2qeRnjEglYGlMeV8Y6Y9qx1nI8F1gBQLBjjgG3jzeKVp8ai6I0hcOA-Vv594klXxc_XhY88-BrIvTeX3OlYHGc/s400/001.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="color:#000066;">So we arrive for the medicals and have to wait in a waiting room with several other people. They are so excited and try talking to everyone. Then Marina needs to use the "tualet". So I take Marina to the bathroom and discover she has a diaper on. This was a first. But I take it off and she goes like a big girl. I put the diaper back on just in case and pull her panties back up. Vika then comes in but says she can't go. We go back out and they weigh them and measure them. Back out to the waiting room. They are acting out very badly and will not listen to Igor or myself. Then a woman in the waiting room(another family's facilitator) started talking to Marina in Ukranian and Marina obeyed. Vika continued to do just what she wanted. She can be very stubborn. We are finally called in to see the Doctor. At first Vika did not want to take her dress down for the doctor to listen to her chest. Marina jumped right up and he listened to her lungs and heart. Then used a flashlight to look at their eyes, and mouth and ears-no otoscope-it was really a joke. Vika then allowed him to do the same to her. We walked out and it cost me $120 a piece. But they won't give us the paperwork until we bring back the passports. So we leave there and head to the passport place. But it is now lunch time. So we wait there in the parking lot for them to return. We wait over a half an hour and Tola finally goes in. We wait some more. The girls and I sing songs-The itsy bitsy spider, Twinkle twinkle little star and Head and shoulders knees and toes over and over. Tola finally returns and gets in the car. He talks to Igor in Ukranian and neither say anything to me but I can tell there are no passports therefore no medical papers. We head back to the embassy for our 2:00 appt for which we are late. But we still need their pictures--I thought Tola already had them but no we have to go get their pictures taken and wait for them to print. We wait and wait and finally Tola comes back. Now I need to go inside the embassy. Igor will ask if he can go in with me to help with the girls. We asked the guards and they saw how active the girls were and allowed him to go in with me. They took Marina's toy phone from her and she was not happy about it. Anyway upstairs we go. We turn in the paperwork and explain that we still don't have the passports or medicals. Again the girls caused chaos in the waiting room. One of the same families from the medicals was again with us. They were very nice to the girls. We finally meet with the counselor and I am sworn in and I sign some papers and they tell us to come back first thing in the morning with the passports and medicals. We leave there and try once again for the passports but no such luck. We finally take the girls back to the orphanage and it is after 4pm. They have not had lunch and missed their naps. They are hot and tired and hungry. I kissed them both and promised to be back tomorrow to take them home. Now once again I am in the dark about the passports but once in the car one of the caretakers from the orphanage joins us and Igor explains that in order to get the passports the orphanage needs to sign some paper releasing them. It is just another crazy step. We go to some office which is crowded and hot. We wait and wait and wait again. After an hour of waiting I am realizing we are not going to get the passports and medicals before 6pm. Finally Tola comes out and tells us to go ahead and leave on the subway and he will finish there and go get passports. On the subway Tola calls and says he got the passports but we will have to pick the medicals up in the morning on the way to the Embassy.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;">That is the way this journey has gone all along. Nothing has been easy. Something that should take a minutes takes days. Oh and by the way I had to pay extra to get the passports expedited--Well I finally did get them today--But if we don't get to the Embassy early they will leave--they are actually closed and are only coming in to pass out Visas and then they are leaving. Please pray we don't have any trouble getting the medicals. Pray that the final embassy appt is good and we get the visas. Pray as I take the girls out of the orphanage for the last time and take them to the apartment to get cleaned up and eat and sleep. Pray as we wake them at 3am and take them to the airport. Pray that they obey me and don't try to run away from me during the trip home. Pray that I have some control over them. Pray they don't get sick on the plane. Pray they sleep. Pray that when I finally make it to New york that I can get through customs, immigration, claim luggage, recheck luggage and go through security and not lose the girls in less than 2 hrs before out next flight leaves. Please just pray, pray, pray!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Jackie Eganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11384540930657872879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420552463686870202.post-83094957651726339432011-07-27T13:03:00.000-07:002011-07-27T13:26:48.238-07:00A Day of Disappointments<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4pq8JS09lG0dgI9CLNTZxLKAjAWXNzxYFC-DbLGOUc3EgoGFa5biDJN9IOtrZ0vnErJRf0ES0yegJsY1CeE20-2ApXrshzWoqf7qQ81P7KwSDjvsrQoCJTjA6VGU1X7Q3iDyBVR3JFXI/s1600/025.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634130548449114178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4pq8JS09lG0dgI9CLNTZxLKAjAWXNzxYFC-DbLGOUc3EgoGFa5biDJN9IOtrZ0vnErJRf0ES0yegJsY1CeE20-2ApXrshzWoqf7qQ81P7KwSDjvsrQoCJTjA6VGU1X7Q3iDyBVR3JFXI/s320/025.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP9HAA13SM3CYgRA5btSDI6SgouIKMk8ly0K6g0xXXuvSRl5u6BFzyJVPFdCIALecHPR6w-JCJUClzDShOzElq3OYeEFlcNbja6RJrgycbKaBkZussX28yPRS8QAU_gpVXdpSO6P7JdDQ/s1600/016.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634130540757055234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP9HAA13SM3CYgRA5btSDI6SgouIKMk8ly0K6g0xXXuvSRl5u6BFzyJVPFdCIALecHPR6w-JCJUClzDShOzElq3OYeEFlcNbja6RJrgycbKaBkZussX28yPRS8QAU_gpVXdpSO6P7JdDQ/s320/016.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;">July 27th 2011</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;">Today I awoke to an email from our travel agent stating that there was a problem with Dianne's ticket. He said that when he went to confirm our reservations he noticed that Dianne's ticket reservation had been cancelled by United Airlines for no apparent reason. When he tried to rebook it the flight was full and he couldn't get her on. The only options were for her to fly out on another flight alone and me to stay on Saturday and fly alone with the girls or to reschedule all of us together for next Tuesday. Well, waiting to leave next Tuesday just was not an option. Number 1 if I had to change my tickets again for Tuesday it would cost me anothe $175 to change my ticket (though they said they wouldn't charge to change the girls' tickets), there would be 3 extra nights of apartment costs and then food and whatever else I may spend for transportation etc. Also I am scheduled to work on Monday, Tim is going crazy and the kids miss me like mad so really Tuesday was the last option. I will see Dianne off at 4am here-her flight leaves at 6:07 then tomorrow I have my Embassy appointment at 9:30, we go pick up the passports then pick up the girls and take them for their physicals. We will take them back to the orphanage tonight. Tomorrow morning we pick up their visas and we will pick up the girls for the last time on Friday afternoon-they will walk through those big gates for the last time and walk toward a new life. They will walk away from the only home they can remember and walk into a loving family. It is all so bittersweet. I have been here for nearly 1 month and I have grown to love this country in so many ways. I have made some dear friends and have adapted to a whole different lifestyle and culture. It will be very difficult saying goodbye to all of this though I am so ready to go home and hug all those I have missed so much. My emotions are very raw right now. Only by the strength of the Lord will I get through these next few days. Please be in prayer for Dianne as she travels home tomorrow and be in prayer for me over the next few days and especially as I travel home with the girls on Saturday. I know the Lord is with me and he will never leave me or forsake me. I will be home on Saturday night! God is Good. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;">(no new pics today, I didn't get to spend any time with the girls today-spent most of the day trying to resolve the ticket issue, signing the final papers at the orphanage and getting my paperwork ready for the appointment tomorrow and getting Tim's paperwork from him through email--it has been an extremely stressful day!)</span></div></div>Jackie Eganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11384540930657872879noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420552463686870202.post-53410831898427241352011-07-26T11:52:00.000-07:002011-07-26T11:58:09.035-07:00More pics from passport day!<span style="color:#000066;">Dianne and Marina playing train</span><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633736425697021346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij03uUCASoqUqZWWng4lsCyRzjUCQqwPRxmJVNZDqib68CxUM6NUhLYpNamlFhSI-z_iRgYqC6mGTTw9u8cDXJeWC8RGxhBRRgtFtWHRdojuUuEQOWezUU7b4NP-bQZfKr-Q37S75Uo60/s320/017.JPG" /><br /><br />Vika waiting almost patiently<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfAblP8oscEJbniqH7qsG2JKW9r3YXxvw_Gi38oPEyS06dDZ2NzrUPKTZ-EIRb6KPvSqbw_8xDqeOcq6DLpLUHYxNCrtiauysMoVWm6SDRHJ9xecMkNITZN3iiOOw92NUToylVwH4JYGI/s1600/015.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633736422262941762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfAblP8oscEJbniqH7qsG2JKW9r3YXxvw_Gi38oPEyS06dDZ2NzrUPKTZ-EIRb6KPvSqbw_8xDqeOcq6DLpLUHYxNCrtiauysMoVWm6SDRHJ9xecMkNITZN3iiOOw92NUToylVwH4JYGI/s320/015.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv3AtzCyqAJgMH03PGNPlnQR94ibWthwAPCvZx_cPfrvCGjlHZ44saHwAs1xSci4e4KrnpbmHcP8XKX7UH3YjnApr_KkcgcKOO9wKDs8oW8xnrHTD-DcdVTUxumcyFYPeh5URpZo6etRk/s1600/014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633736417579437490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv3AtzCyqAJgMH03PGNPlnQR94ibWthwAPCvZx_cPfrvCGjlHZ44saHwAs1xSci4e4KrnpbmHcP8XKX7UH3YjnApr_KkcgcKOO9wKDs8oW8xnrHTD-DcdVTUxumcyFYPeh5URpZo6etRk/s320/014.JPG" /></a><br />Marina not so patiently waiting<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRvdQN5j3_q9b9Ac-3USyi5WUFVAEFmr1_PXCfwngkNzed6wSvG_oTJPY0VPxzJ1RD6nLVFID_QCJklhnblVR-a3E78pLv1aWXNloBFuHmXMAS5VepGSpVh-uVm6YM-YmQmeDECmK0IdU/s1600/012.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633736415936600706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRvdQN5j3_q9b9Ac-3USyi5WUFVAEFmr1_PXCfwngkNzed6wSvG_oTJPY0VPxzJ1RD6nLVFID_QCJklhnblVR-a3E78pLv1aWXNloBFuHmXMAS5VepGSpVh-uVm6YM-YmQmeDECmK0IdU/s320/012.JPG" /></a><br />Marina asking for her "Hello"<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcyqhhlc1UrLo3KcmlDGyYH1KaYF6M7XdOhaEWeX1S9kuqKi1wn4QgZ8tDHrAj6rx7D6gM5gv46hOE3nTYh55voUB9hyMnAtYHJvC0Dqmav9aqdr6c-4UW2u7Ei-0hR1nFa1Q-E1yQeqU/s1600/007.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633736408456264674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcyqhhlc1UrLo3KcmlDGyYH1KaYF6M7XdOhaEWeX1S9kuqKi1wn4QgZ8tDHrAj6rx7D6gM5gv46hOE3nTYh55voUB9hyMnAtYHJvC0Dqmav9aqdr6c-4UW2u7Ei-0hR1nFa1Q-E1yQeqU/s320/007.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Jackie Eganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11384540930657872879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420552463686870202.post-50568120947661203542011-07-26T11:13:00.000-07:002011-07-26T11:43:29.719-07:00Passport pictures today!<span style="color:#003300;">July 26th, 2011</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Well today Dianne and I braved the subway (metro) alone. I had been riding it long enough-nearly a month to know the stops now and we did fine. We met Anatoly at the gate to the orphanage and walked to the building. When we walked in we were met by the girls greetings-"mama, mama!" They came running but today they were all dressed up for their pictures in pretty little dresses and the big Ukranian hair bow. They looked absolutely precious. They were so excited to be going for a ride in the machina (car), beep beep. </span><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633726491553452898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5wbNLF1LxrKZUVrDo5BLERcMUXpGW4sxBNYvW3mIqAtxo1P9t8biXxqL4hyUDgGfsZ-FfdE2akGpi4Pab2fYiVLOkL3lSFK9-8aNF-MDdwl20b7KuZgY0T1zCrKn8nm9wgLM-jGiCHfM/s320/001.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_4augSUkBpjqYV5oVDB3XKG2zA5ZGTh5ngpElPJy7iLj1Fo584Fl69dcIUpsUdBjFjaWA2x8v4WHqpu0YIYFpypmsIO5e6VpLl2BZQ4LCaML-Ay7JvzYlcprOvVz9ndmF1ttTpf6ospc/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633726485756359490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_4augSUkBpjqYV5oVDB3XKG2zA5ZGTh5ngpElPJy7iLj1Fo584Fl69dcIUpsUdBjFjaWA2x8v4WHqpu0YIYFpypmsIO5e6VpLl2BZQ4LCaML-Ay7JvzYlcprOvVz9ndmF1ttTpf6ospc/s320/002.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg09zWOdlXc8Dzd0Rr8EngMC6fScNjgfbLV7X6HKKQXJt806_r5ZsKQ5qBu3qloBOGVnGcI3cIcIHQelDHBM2M7YdQOzpXKgAoCjnuOr3tNqz7n9T0oo0iPQ25nhmf1yHQI4nTgNw9yGMM/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633726481538376818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg09zWOdlXc8Dzd0Rr8EngMC6fScNjgfbLV7X6HKKQXJt806_r5ZsKQ5qBu3qloBOGVnGcI3cIcIHQelDHBM2M7YdQOzpXKgAoCjnuOr3tNqz7n9T0oo0iPQ25nhmf1yHQI4nTgNw9yGMM/s320/003.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0jrp7gWpkaUfxN89ZoRSQrObXVe5CqLO-nEYGyTFkxDMpzNgvwHIahWiTIoIZsu1W5nESaqYOYBbktBTMBNmeol08WZdHqhjn2lqe3EvzJTj_twFowRWdL3ojvEIlk_4rMBO7RIpyR9E/s1600/004.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633726476824252850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0jrp7gWpkaUfxN89ZoRSQrObXVe5CqLO-nEYGyTFkxDMpzNgvwHIahWiTIoIZsu1W5nESaqYOYBbktBTMBNmeol08WZdHqhjn2lqe3EvzJTj_twFowRWdL3ojvEIlk_4rMBO7RIpyR9E/s320/004.JPG" /></a> Once in the car with Dianne in the front and the girls and I in the back<span style="color:#003300;"> we were off. Vika was a little nervous but Marina just thought it was fun. Well they were all hands. Puling everything out of the pockets of the seats-newspapers, empty water bottles, a toy etc. Marina asked for the hellos (toy phones) so I got them out and they each had one. They talked and talked and tried to continuously get into everything.</span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxV1CVMVhRv6ZQQx1ymw9y2_j2xWHoT2OhZixLGA-_TmjsvlwtDGoCxUdBXmmymCdXFwl2XlBYXLpleIeLw_pZcBZAiKVSn44huaFDPJ1C-3rinaVNdzsUVB1uXykM-7QLHBJcf8Zy5dE/s1600/005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633726470117855522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxV1CVMVhRv6ZQQx1ymw9y2_j2xWHoT2OhZixLGA-_TmjsvlwtDGoCxUdBXmmymCdXFwl2XlBYXLpleIeLw_pZcBZAiKVSn44huaFDPJ1C-3rinaVNdzsUVB1uXykM-7QLHBJcf8Zy5dE/s320/005.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#330000;">Well we made it there without too much damage to the car. We got the girls out--carefully, again vika was afraid to step out. Once in the building Marina was very anxious and just wanted to leave. She would go up to total strangers and pull on them and say things. I'm not sure if she was asking to leave or what. They took us to a room or rather 2 connecting rooms where once we were alone in there they calmed down but once again were trying to get into everything. We had to correct them a few times and they knew we meant it. Marina needed to go to the tualet (toilet) of course. We waited and waited and were told that the government men were getting their pictures taken so it would still be a few minutes. We are here with Anatoly and no Irina so no interpreter. Luckily one of the ladies spoke a little English. Both of the ladies were very nice. I went into the picture taking room with Vika first and Dianne took Marina to the bathroom again. They had to t0 put several thick books on a chair to get Vika high enough and she was afraid to sit up there. She would only let "mama" lift her up and I had to hold her hand the whole time. She cooperated nicely and they took 2 pictures and we picked the best one. I then signed papers and told them their names. Next Vika went out and Marina came in. Once again Marina was nervous and would only let "mama" lift her up to the chair and I had to hold her hand. They took a couple pictures but asked if I wanted them to try again. So one last time and they actually got a smile. We were finally done and off we went back to the car. We had to wait a while in the sun for Anatoly but we were finally on our way. We were driving along and Irina called so I had to talk with her. While I was talking to her I suddenly heard the door and looked over and Marina had opened the door. I grabbed onto her and screamed that the door was open and then I told Marina "no No!" I scared her and she grabbed on to me and cried. She does not like it when I am angry with her. We pulled over and Dianne got out and shut the door and then Anatoly locked it. A little scary. We got the girls back to the orphanage and took them in to get their clothes changed and then outside we went to play. We played for almost 1 1/2 hrs and were sure to hand them right over to the caregivers. (they claimed we hadn't done this the day before but we had). Anatoly said not to worry about it.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330000;">Anyway we made it back on the subway without any problems. Once back at the apartment we cooled off and decided to go to lunch. We went to Fridays and had appetizers. We then went to the store for a few things and back to the apartment. I called the embassy to ask about how to fill out some of the paperwork and found out we were missing one of the forms for each girl. So they said they would email it and Tim needed to fill it out and sign it and email it back. I skyped with Tim and the kids. They are getting bigger I'm sure. They are so excited that I will be home on Saturday. Talked with Irina again about paperwork and discussed that her husband Igor will be here tomorrow to translate when we sign the papers to take the kids out of the orphanage. He will also be with us Thursday for our embassy appointment. He will also help with some of the paperwork.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330000;">So I think everything is falling into place. Just a few more days and we will be on a plane with 2 precious little girls who can't keep their hands off anything and can't sit still for 2 minutes. Please pray that they are not anxious, that they stay calm, that they don't try to run off and that they sleep. Pray for the embassy appointment to go without any problems. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330000;">Pray for Irina's safe return on Friday. It is almost over--I have so many emotions and feelings and I will talk about them in another post.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Jackie Eganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11384540930657872879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420552463686870202.post-52974470598314755062011-07-25T11:39:00.000-07:002011-07-25T12:33:37.428-07:00More running aroundIrina teeter tottering with one of the other orphans<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633371903075315074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH_X0U6QfK5rP795V16CcLR03YrlSzRLX_ZotXZwjBVbLxo92fQ0Bl52ECOhia_wycSVZPAs82ohExXOs82nihGaAgzQxCTodJvJOJLMHIazDx0mxE8iP5hDq90o7YKtTxvJ-bfdKVmNk/s320/008.JPG" /><br /><br />Sweet Vika<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw-x0fmHUdoRSC74q_ww9LR076uBHyhgy5eQxpm0038v6qM7Dc757QUUVt6hDR5dWBp6NGq0ptiWsA3P8vBSLGAh6pXamqYjVCQ7KsPA8ikQI-Yx8jNPzwcuJggzxKQoQPVYhso0SixQ4/s1600/009.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633371901208283266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw-x0fmHUdoRSC74q_ww9LR076uBHyhgy5eQxpm0038v6qM7Dc757QUUVt6hDR5dWBp6NGq0ptiWsA3P8vBSLGAh6pXamqYjVCQ7KsPA8ikQI-Yx8jNPzwcuJggzxKQoQPVYhso0SixQ4/s320/009.JPG" /></a> <br />mischievous Marina<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOfeW-qmc3OvmcBjKjy74iLQNv3RYg8er3zg7pv-NxcLblZXpxfntklZUMv2BibpEXCVCpSXmBdhkF8JopjKW50LlS8bCUoxljdJqjDyEGSKMcBbkJrAsXH7mWn4Hdt80m3vohMv44RvU/s1600/007.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633371891035755058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOfeW-qmc3OvmcBjKjy74iLQNv3RYg8er3zg7pv-NxcLblZXpxfntklZUMv2BibpEXCVCpSXmBdhkF8JopjKW50LlS8bCUoxljdJqjDyEGSKMcBbkJrAsXH7mWn4Hdt80m3vohMv44RvU/s320/007.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Dianne doing stickers with Vika while Marina amuses herself<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeOJM3zg4U9j36EbQzk69wGmN37_nvOBfeB95IFi0hONtyQE4ZYGejB75H1l1hV66cueZJOMesTLaYt3hh625kFvVksoYzk7EuaKgrXt7vv-hWLLICa55y65fm6_AoC5OEl0raCWffza8/s1600/004.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633371888584769458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeOJM3zg4U9j36EbQzk69wGmN37_nvOBfeB95IFi0hONtyQE4ZYGejB75H1l1hV66cueZJOMesTLaYt3hh625kFvVksoYzk7EuaKgrXt7vv-hWLLICa55y65fm6_AoC5OEl0raCWffza8/s320/004.JPG" /></a><br />oh that sweet angelic face<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihsH3S84g_cBQ6K6JeIoh36sYdcDUn07CjBQeKidvnt2vzgZ7kQV0JIvouO7U_IYCOL0oDC1WhzR-pZ7T9iLSKKfpcGY7XXX3JMyJAkJktMqwmDPKheycYtnEvM_enIN502kkJTxqmhiA/s1600/001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633371879902030386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihsH3S84g_cBQ6K6JeIoh36sYdcDUn07CjBQeKidvnt2vzgZ7kQV0JIvouO7U_IYCOL0oDC1WhzR-pZ7T9iLSKKfpcGY7XXX3JMyJAkJktMqwmDPKheycYtnEvM_enIN502kkJTxqmhiA/s320/001.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#330000;">July 25,2011</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#330000;">We started the day off by visiting with the girls. They were in rare form again today. Marina was as active and as happy as ever as long as I was spending time with her but when I give attention to Vika she acts out to get attention. At one point she picked up Dianne's bag and threw it and laughed and ran away. I yelled at her and Irina told her in Ukranian to apologize and ask for forgiveness. She went to Dianne and bowed in front of her and hugged her then came to me and did the same and the same to Irina but then she took Dianne by the arm and pulled her up to the wall and pushed her to turn her to face the wall and pulled her arms up-she now wanted to punish Dianne by making her stand against the wall. Irina again scolded her in ukranian and once again Marina apologized but just not so sure how sincere she was. I did spend some quality time with Vika singing songs. She now loves Head and Shoulders Knees and Toes too. We looked at pictures on the camera of Papa and she kissed him on the camera and waved to him. She misses him so. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330000;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#330000;">After our visit we headed to lunch and had coffee and walked around a mall and sat and people watched while we waited for Anatoly to call. The plan was to go pick up the ID numbers and then pick up the girls and go get their passport pictures taken --well that was the plan but you know how the saying goes about best layed plans. It took too long to get the ID numbers to apply for the passports today but they did say as long as we arrived early tomorrow morning that the passports would be ready Thursday afternoon--. So now we needed to contact the embassy to see if they were open on Friday and if so can we do everything we need to do on Thursday before getting the passports. I called the embassy and got the recording and left a message. We then decided to go there directly and for me to go in and talk to them so that's what we did. I talked to a very nice person in the adoption department at the embassy who did inform me that they were indeed closed this Friday but we could come early Thursday for our appointment and have the girls medical exams and then bring the passports in when we get them later in the day. The Visas will not be ready until Friday and they will come in Friday morning to issue the visas to us! We can leave on Saturday! Now flights have been scheduled and we will be home Saturday evening around 6pm! I just can't wait to unite my family together and hug them all! praising the Lord for his Goodness.</span></div></div></div></div></div>Jackie Eganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11384540930657872879noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420552463686870202.post-6973068517828005272011-07-24T11:29:00.001-07:002011-07-24T11:34:17.180-07:00Silly faces!Marina trying not to be outdone by Vika<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632988512640498722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifiFtltg55gnavQ4hGuF0YpPiswfc_RMwri774Wnw1lgjPgn5CYxG6Le1soZvFcWrC2xIY6VaRUqds34uRhnUVwJ1P0F80Zrc_sUKpFaeb97iEMychoWoywf31Lx63dhkvDGLIPr8TcXI/s320/023.JPG" /><br />Vika has an amazingly long tongue<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXRphoKJrvQEfJSujEGXgBI6VWws6Ns2n1GC77y7K833T4yan0Lh6TAZd8cULcOJ2csFizxyqLUoW6Iv_UG9Plggwf5f2GkaDCQwbRYtArNhH_95FpoVVQh-ztCRwjJxR5QCHy9RgFYDM/s1600/022.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632988511689778562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXRphoKJrvQEfJSujEGXgBI6VWws6Ns2n1GC77y7K833T4yan0Lh6TAZd8cULcOJ2csFizxyqLUoW6Iv_UG9Plggwf5f2GkaDCQwbRYtArNhH_95FpoVVQh-ztCRwjJxR5QCHy9RgFYDM/s320/022.JPG" /></a><br />So Proud of her new trick!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2vAIjlMyWmk5rbztwTvt6ACGJZEeyf2dvfK7PBESPWZtDIHati3W2JmhevILZ8bv8_rbDIZ4sHEdLkALRSfTwZlxHEpYCn5jQTOP1NfJPSVYuURTVeYEw3buDSw1qzSBCOw7_T5KJ9xw/s1600/021.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632988503810097842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2vAIjlMyWmk5rbztwTvt6ACGJZEeyf2dvfK7PBESPWZtDIHati3W2JmhevILZ8bv8_rbDIZ4sHEdLkALRSfTwZlxHEpYCn5jQTOP1NfJPSVYuURTVeYEw3buDSw1qzSBCOw7_T5KJ9xw/s320/021.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Jackie Eganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11384540930657872879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420552463686870202.post-18179040749198021502011-07-24T11:00:00.000-07:002011-07-24T11:28:40.169-07:00Worship, Cruising, Time with the Girls and Skyping with Family<span style="color:#003300;">July 24, 2011</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">We started our day by Worshiping at Hillsong Kiev Church. Irina came with us to interpret for us. We were so excited to have her there with us. Dianne and I took a cab and Irina met us there. Well we started with worship music which is always in English and Russian on the screen so we are able to sing along and worship. It was absolutely wonderful to be in church praising the Lord. When the speaking started Irina interpreted for us but then they introduced the guest pastor named Kyle somebody from "the USA". He spoke English it was great and he was awesome. He preached in English and someone interpreted in Russian for everyone else there. Anyway he talked about Esther being called for "such a time as this" and how we have to be like Esther and not miss the "Now" moment. When you are called to do something or you have the opportunity to tell someone about Jesus don't miss it or you and everyone involved will miss the blessing. Well Esther was the study we were doing when I was in the paperwork process and facing a lot of negativity from some people but I knew that I was being called for such a time as this and here I am in Kiev Ukraine for such a time as this. To bring my daughters home to a better life, where they will know the love of a family and the love of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. I have already been blessed immensely and oh how these girls are going to be a blessing to everyone they meet. I am so thankful I have been obedient to his calling, that I didnt miss out on the now moment. He never said it would be an easy journey but then it usually isn't. But if we trust in his promises he is faithful to fullfill them.</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Ok anyway after worship we went on a one hour riverboat cruise. It was a beautiful day, high only in the high 70's low 80's and breezy. It was quiet and enjoyable. We then did a cable car ride up th hill and had lunch then it was off to play with the girls. We had another great visit. They were so funny. We played with plastic dishes, kicked the beach ball and again sang songs and did hand motions. We had Vika touching her nose with her tongue-she has the longest tongue. Marina tried but she didn't quite do it. We were laughing so hard. Soon it was time to go. They helped clean up their mess and they wanted to be carried. But let me tell you they are not light. Vika is very heavy. Anyway we said our goodbyes and Marina instructed us to be sure to come back tomorrow and we promised we would.</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;">Tomorrow we are going to play with them in the morning then get something to eat and go back to take them for a car ride to the passport place for pictures and to apply. We will know Monday when the passports will be ready and therefore be able to determine when we can come home. We know it won't be Wednesday and will have to change our return tickets but not sure if it will be Saturday or the following Tuesday. Too hard to explain right now. But just pray it is sooner rather than later. Skyped with the kids and tim today and all the kids seem so sad. They miss me so much and I miss them. I just want to get this finished and get my girls home to join our family. I want to cuddle up with all of my babies and just hold them all day long! Pray we are home quickly please. We serve an amazing awesome God and I am trusting in his perfect timing.</span><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632981607380821154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbsobtM4V33Lrl_V4e0z5FOGNyVzK-JMTPZ9cHLK2d3L-hJ-6ZYgZHBn8YnI1rKcGu23FtaHj2Vt4GEyVKMCDYYfYritwEpwc41LycQRdi_7ks5RchfcCWzMqkXp0E6h4YRBH70-Qxjxw/s320/024.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwxF88q9PJLO0Xeg_iUkX9uo2Dfo9bV_CNRGISGirWN_qNvw2NEMX5DDhue83-zr9LwqHeUVegTqIWecY8-bYAzzmH6v_wDtyMpuZ6PeEqYB47ReFQrEgIeBeq4SxUM_ujf7zvDR3mdQ4/s1600/025.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632981603378313282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwxF88q9PJLO0Xeg_iUkX9uo2Dfo9bV_CNRGISGirWN_qNvw2NEMX5DDhue83-zr9LwqHeUVegTqIWecY8-bYAzzmH6v_wDtyMpuZ6PeEqYB47ReFQrEgIeBeq4SxUM_ujf7zvDR3mdQ4/s320/025.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1wAx3MONo0grI6UOm6hBLMFI1FJezvGo7DX1IlOZNZiedXA6JnDmAE6L8uC0MYI4vqSYbztchqPpRHcJh5kIm6R5Z5LzeVdgjE-cOGpzDKmcr1r9AQdoHThc_K1IKhGQ4nWMbim9nOkk/s1600/018.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632981591274128242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHxp0_aZih1T8_PRSytTTP8QS2-OhPsm6vLV0bpFR0HBa2ar50OtgomFeIfMTSJN_746_JDSn9Y2HCcXEOxI68tE0jYyTKgD6igsD9VtGk7ZhJWktSwN9sBVeUD9RFfhg4GSIo8hX-Xmg/s320/011.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Jackie Eganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11384540930657872879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420552463686870202.post-85508844954946362462011-07-23T13:50:00.001-07:002011-07-23T13:53:56.787-07:00A Day of Sightseeing<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWypCv0x6WpJLw4e1G3kudrh5uyXfWofAi8fgvUDjYtycTl_kjRexncCzZMj6rWM4j5hYILBqFqEUlf777B480rUjrSvUPEo03yjYnQ9zr0RDPTVsDXOFktLWKhnW8gyfubiEfm3k6xrk/s1600/250.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632653800327253890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWypCv0x6WpJLw4e1G3kudrh5uyXfWofAi8fgvUDjYtycTl_kjRexncCzZMj6rWM4j5hYILBqFqEUlf777B480rUjrSvUPEo03yjYnQ9zr0RDPTVsDXOFktLWKhnW8gyfubiEfm3k6xrk/s320/250.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWPpnEr4Y8drZZjXR42nsPUkXmjac3mFOE2YIKmqKdVrBAMF6assQBtLyZFN6A93vM4lEjUjDrgynGC5Ha8TvIwwl1CHUR8CoM4J9I2ooefTshQjWt2bVlo61yXmTx7KeDeguLNmP2C8M/s1600/243.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632653794459953362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWPpnEr4Y8drZZjXR42nsPUkXmjac3mFOE2YIKmqKdVrBAMF6assQBtLyZFN6A93vM4lEjUjDrgynGC5Ha8TvIwwl1CHUR8CoM4J9I2ooefTshQjWt2bVlo61yXmTx7KeDeguLNmP2C8M/s320/243.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx1WcAtohGs8av9oUvHGO43r-vpzwHsZgmrPtxzecWEOPJRt7rE34jktMxQV2lkE1b08oAdUayu34wcc4YWQV_j7WPvW5v4GH_Fq8V7BlrIsRmyuIUcSooKdLh2jbG12udpb2mVPDr1qk/s1600/236.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632653783917663730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgN0IXQ8RQSILZ7BcwwM9gQmWn5ZFNByAd9E0jA_r0LE5IKaF99X_vWwrC2654DMRTemlDCfRT2IGqSBvCbTdmVe7gpUBjHlZJTHrl4rOgeuchpJ_tmNZOTNfz0ifcQoOHPUZ1wB3hMcY/s320/232.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Jackie Eganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11384540930657872879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420552463686870202.post-25169852265008439242011-07-23T13:39:00.000-07:002011-07-23T13:48:05.816-07:00More of our time with the GirlsMama and Vika blowing bubbles and Marina being Marina<br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkfyyI6up5IXfH55KhBbXrHQ7FryMq7sOfV3MEdWPA6S2M2l29VGrsfkUdY8YF1o_xkQlleVpYPf94XpejNe7AVFRImjvVoxYmEo6KIngjvhMxR6IoZZSC8e7lPUSvt2WRMgtPEj3aVaE/s1600/231.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632651258718507090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkfyyI6up5IXfH55KhBbXrHQ7FryMq7sOfV3MEdWPA6S2M2l29VGrsfkUdY8YF1o_xkQlleVpYPf94XpejNe7AVFRImjvVoxYmEo6KIngjvhMxR6IoZZSC8e7lPUSvt2WRMgtPEj3aVaE/s320/231.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />Vika Loves playing with the stickers now<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc2m-JE2h06uFifJfhXYR6tJQMGm-kl9aOywGiWHVD2GkJWn8zrnhzahWhPWe9p7orr42r-k4UcICDdzQBUMxgaN967CxjoYweTrNu1XinSJ5oQLsuIXAYq7v6A5P-NajFaZwL7teKrXE/s1600/225.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632651256747386754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc2m-JE2h06uFifJfhXYR6tJQMGm-kl9aOywGiWHVD2GkJWn8zrnhzahWhPWe9p7orr42r-k4UcICDdzQBUMxgaN967CxjoYweTrNu1XinSJ5oQLsuIXAYq7v6A5P-NajFaZwL7teKrXE/s320/225.JPG" /></a><br />Alittle of Mama and Vika Bonding time<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF5Io7UzoWy9qSPSyoGZ4zzXm84e1KiA__E8o-V9B4e_zK0v_tJN-YJpGAKW8olHBxO22ASDeU9HAJeRNbd-rhisdiNZYZisHy6cvKutFh-Ng8d8vs5env4sAD6vMc_I1h0j8C_I1Pt8Y/s1600/228.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632651252284523938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF5Io7UzoWy9qSPSyoGZ4zzXm84e1KiA__E8o-V9B4e_zK0v_tJN-YJpGAKW8olHBxO22ASDeU9HAJeRNbd-rhisdiNZYZisHy6cvKutFh-Ng8d8vs5env4sAD6vMc_I1h0j8C_I1Pt8Y/s320/228.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Vika making Mama beautiful<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyAXWiBvSTBnjvNHwfdaIi2jSbH8pds8HoPns7oewnIrGNou75honFXyeVFe0IVAwrwiOLvma_XMGEZ3gww6BxZXicJi8_b36OYWWGF2IJdBTMhZnHLQYeFF7LkdwzfJJKdqBtWrhMCaY/s1600/223.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632651247171096754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyAXWiBvSTBnjvNHwfdaIi2jSbH8pds8HoPns7oewnIrGNou75honFXyeVFe0IVAwrwiOLvma_XMGEZ3gww6BxZXicJi8_b36OYWWGF2IJdBTMhZnHLQYeFF7LkdwzfJJKdqBtWrhMCaY/s320/223.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Mama and Marina time<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzDtZo3NmtnVAkPDwjSXxXLoDd1d5ILlRHENJ6iQcmyMtIz8Vna7COylIDR8qH1fDPjjN-sDZD0GwlM4INRfHaBss_kVSjNYeqLrWi2JYnPD5ZqhoNZ91DqdqzL5-wSbZsBr97EPLvkzs/s1600/224.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632651241859885282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzDtZo3NmtnVAkPDwjSXxXLoDd1d5ILlRHENJ6iQcmyMtIz8Vna7COylIDR8qH1fDPjjN-sDZD0GwlM4INRfHaBss_kVSjNYeqLrWi2JYnPD5ZqhoNZ91DqdqzL5-wSbZsBr97EPLvkzs/s320/224.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Jackie Eganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11384540930657872879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420552463686870202.post-22977948364503167672011-07-23T11:47:00.000-07:002011-07-23T12:24:26.875-07:00Pics of Morning with the Girls<span style="color:#000066;">July 23, 2011</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000066;">We had an enjoyable morning with the girls. It was a beautiful cool morning and the girls were just precious. We sang and danced with the girls and they loved it. They just love singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and doing the hand motions. We played and played with the beach ball and had so much fun. Dianne is a real sport and hangs in there with us. Marina was particularly silly today. She loves to kick the ball hard and laughs so hard if it hits someone or hits herself. She giggled and giggled all day. Vika is more quiet and enjoys playing quietly with the bubbles or the sticker books. Marina will be the bigger challenge on the plane. Do you think they will mind if we kick the beach ball to each other in the aisles or sing Twinkle Twinkle Little star and do the motions. We'll have to think of something. Anyway after our visit with the girls we had a vacation day. Dianne, Irina and myself had a great lunch and went sightseeing. We visited a beautiful church which Irina attends and then walked in a beautiful park where we saw so many brides and grooms having photos taken. We walked and walked and saw the summer home the Queen of Russia had built but never lived to move into it. We saw the view over the river and walked across a very scary bridge-for me-Dianne and Irina didn't think so. We soon headed home and stayed put. We relaxed, did some ironing and did some wash and just took it easy watching some tv. Enjoy the pictures. Tomorrow is Worship at Hillsong Church and a riverboat cruise-only costs $5. We will visit with the girls later tomorrow around 4pm. They will wonder where we are in the morning. Looking forward to tomorrow. Feeling Blessed to be here with my girls but missing my treasures at home so very much!</span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwFAYjiVlSuPdq0CVqxypFuqORuDZ_SWaEfSLXSRahQg6egI6G2BPT5ox7pOMSMvJKJiYOs0KDsQb0u9jDDcxsU2w1jR3nx_1l55goD5HRvhuUmNuxX3IaFc0dvRJk6q3yUn16Q3ifaxw/s1600/000_0016%255B1%255D.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632622545685846082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwFAYjiVlSuPdq0CVqxypFuqORuDZ_SWaEfSLXSRahQg6egI6G2BPT5ox7pOMSMvJKJiYOs0KDsQb0u9jDDcxsU2w1jR3nx_1l55goD5HRvhuUmNuxX3IaFc0dvRJk6q3yUn16Q3ifaxw/s320/000_0016%255B1%255D.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgycZHTRY41-TTZ3I-aUea7vkhvbzC5Bq5tb5cSZqm4bj9-xqwQ3vrKdRbQpSm8BvPzXlubb6TL7cDX9GI2MsyCyd1SWnV0O57n69Z3BYKijyq-e-Nue-Ye697uO4b_2wczW3hYTrTiLmw/s1600/000_0013%255B1%255D.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632622530896437330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHiwCpCQuHrK0NznvRJbAGXrlZmBb9IHarAHptkxa5Oyir_zVztMe4ubmWXAS328VNelf1caDmXrxrCGZd6VHBT7udkO520FtjvmD6sZ_8jJ64__QC_blZNd-b8RHe7uIRlwZ3z5OasPs/s320/000_0012%255B1%255D.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Jackie Eganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11384540930657872879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420552463686870202.post-50743194477618096112011-07-22T13:43:00.000-07:002011-07-22T14:07:41.513-07:00Still Running!Our laundry hanging on the deck for all to see!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHI6rutC7zjCMbz4jP8iKiY3Uw-Y5R__rWroN5dJ2uoU7F4HDSe0L2F3m35i6jAlZ_yMgZ59_9wyDOSxspd9k8yDbVNErThUOjIRCJsd1PEO5ZuvScb3K-PDq0PvlW99-0THZxgUXBs7k/s1600/009.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632285475589807938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHI6rutC7zjCMbz4jP8iKiY3Uw-Y5R__rWroN5dJ2uoU7F4HDSe0L2F3m35i6jAlZ_yMgZ59_9wyDOSxspd9k8yDbVNErThUOjIRCJsd1PEO5ZuvScb3K-PDq0PvlW99-0THZxgUXBs7k/s320/009.JPG" /></a><br /><br />A convent we visited<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY9RXj5rJCYaEhHlS4ZsjHIW8qyZbdGmjVdxBcjfkwLSIYXrup8lgaeqrmDiZ8pcmcv5k_m1jRvQyoyc8lw0HxArjwtMgI3FpnD07-wEH_EJ5dTGXglFyduUXPUwKBwXq8Zv_0ChIuslw/s1600/007.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632285470928336850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY9RXj5rJCYaEhHlS4ZsjHIW8qyZbdGmjVdxBcjfkwLSIYXrup8lgaeqrmDiZ8pcmcv5k_m1jRvQyoyc8lw0HxArjwtMgI3FpnD07-wEH_EJ5dTGXglFyduUXPUwKBwXq8Zv_0ChIuslw/s320/007.JPG" /></a><br /><br />The picture I got in trouble for taking -no pics allowed!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2zsEdSMvIvXxYmhPcC7qPsYx6s8VNwZxULcYx3VaJ2K8-bxCngFm0rnofaF-7NXAQaM0n57xUx4tdRrK7NAsed84_GMmknfuT11_xJOxp8WX4YM2t2Qi7MnbVajmTRNAbPI4JKIiCY-Q/s1600/005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632285460980026722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2zsEdSMvIvXxYmhPcC7qPsYx6s8VNwZxULcYx3VaJ2K8-bxCngFm0rnofaF-7NXAQaM0n57xUx4tdRrK7NAsed84_GMmknfuT11_xJOxp8WX4YM2t2Qi7MnbVajmTRNAbPI4JKIiCY-Q/s320/005.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />Train terminal in Kiev<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjptOIcD3s6pMKsmC76Y9ueXE9VSyfUvL6Pz1Czg4wj9-uZNElUKU7y-FwCdHjVcmDozXFROTewjJjgRbwAemK7fwkCtTh8rbGipkPnVIVlKXoXLxfGI4bipVWQ_olvatop-DTsP3Qhjr0/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632285458208607394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjptOIcD3s6pMKsmC76Y9ueXE9VSyfUvL6Pz1Czg4wj9-uZNElUKU7y-FwCdHjVcmDozXFROTewjJjgRbwAemK7fwkCtTh8rbGipkPnVIVlKXoXLxfGI4bipVWQ_olvatop-DTsP3Qhjr0/s320/002.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Irina and Dianne on the bus tour<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi40ndyF-nwO1z5SLh6YsMv0MvlAzrMlHGp8dNPZq8DHnP0j-xA30ncoX_yUCvj3wcylSFttwTcxSxT-SZCLDA5Mv9F8Qxg0vRvKT-tbjbIHn9hEc4SbnUYB7CpRgJfZlTKiIpdjaBr0CE/s1600/001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632285456083443538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi40ndyF-nwO1z5SLh6YsMv0MvlAzrMlHGp8dNPZq8DHnP0j-xA30ncoX_yUCvj3wcylSFttwTcxSxT-SZCLDA5Mv9F8Qxg0vRvKT-tbjbIHn9hEc4SbnUYB7CpRgJfZlTKiIpdjaBr0CE/s320/001.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;">July 22,2011</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;">We're still running and running. Well today I had to leave the apartment with wrinkled clothes, bad hair doo and a wet bra. The apartment was supposed to have a hair dryer and an iron and when it didn't the owner promised to bring these items yesterday but she didn't. As far as the wet bra, well Dianne and I wrestled with the washing machine until 4am when we finally got to hang the clothes out to dry. So I didn't feel too well put together when we left. Today we got the birth certificates notarized then went to the officer to apply for their ID numbers. We then drove to the orphanage which took over an hour and got the girls. I only had a few minutes with them when Irina found me and said we needed to go close the girls accounts out. So Irina, myself, Anatoly and the orphanage lawyer headed to the "post office" to close their accounts. The money in the child's account is usually donated back to the orphanage because of the care they have given them. We got this all taken care of and Dianne stayed at the orphanage to play with the girls. She looked a little tired when we returned. After that Irina, Dianne and myself had lunch and then did a little sightseeing. We had a nice afternoon. Once back at the apartment the owner finally showed up to bring the hair dryer, iron and fix the TV and show us how to use the washer correctly. All things accomplished! yea. Tomorrow I will feel more put together. Tonight after a trip to the store we dined on cheese, crackers and tomatoes for dinner. It hit the spot! We also found out today that both of the girls fathers wrote letters stating they had terminated their rights to the girls! We still don't have a date of return. We will know something positive on Monday. It looks like leaving on Saturday the 30th or Tuesday the 2nd. It all depends if the US Embassy is open on the last Friday of the month or not. We will find out Monday. I only have pics of our outing today, none of the girls, sorry!</span></div></div></div></div></div>Jackie Eganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11384540930657872879noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420552463686870202.post-81330369572107710322011-07-21T11:38:00.000-07:002011-07-21T12:39:48.094-07:00You've Got To Be Kidding!<span style="color:#330000;">July 21,2011</span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">We got up this mornng with high hopes and headed to the subway to meet Irina as planned at 8:20am. We rode the subway to the bridge where we met Anatoly and off we went to the court house. Irina, Anatoly and I went in and Dianne sat outside praying. So we get upstairs and the judge isn't even there yet but arrives shortly after 9:00 and has to walk right past us. He goes into his office, opens windows and shuffles things around and then I look in and he is primping himself in the mirror, fixing his hair and putting on after shave. Finally he calls us in and he has what looks like the court decrees and says he is giving us 2 copies to start with. We then need to take these to the 2 birth certificate places, the local SDA, the orphanage and one other place to have them sign off on them and then return with a letter from them saying they are ok. Then we apply to the councilry for the "official decrees". He was not giving us the decrees he was giving us the drafts. After we go to all those places and return with the letters and after he and the jury then decide to sign off on the decrees we may get them around 2pm-</span><span style="color:#000066;">You Have Got To BE Kidding!</span><span style="color:#330000;"> So off we go on the "amazing race". We had to go to the orphanage to get them to sign off so we visited with the girls while we were there and had a great time, but once again when we left we felt like we had been through a major workout! But off we go to get it all done. So we finally head back to the court house, Dianne waited in the car and we headed in with the copies. We waited and waited, once again in the hot court house once again. Irina was so hot she was wiping her face and arms with a wet wipe. A very large man was standing there and his shirt was just soaking wet. But anyway then he calls us in and says that the head of the court was supposed to sign the copies but she has left for the day and we can't get them signed. We were trying to find a way to track her down and find out. We later found out that she did not have to sign them that our judge could indeed sign them and he just needed to add the official stamp. Finally he was ready to sign them and it took him 10 minutes to do this. Then they had to be sealed. Anyway after an hour and a half we were out of there and on our way to a place to get another letter that was needed to take with us to the birth certificate places. Then they said no we had to get it from the judge. So back we go to the court house. Finally with letter in hand we head to the first birth certificate place for Marina. In we go and take everything in. Suddenly Irina hears talking going on and stands behind the door to eves drop. She hears them discussing how this can't be done--anyway there was a problem with who to list as the father on the birth certificate. The judge ordered in the decree to leave it blank since I was adopting as a single and Tim would readopt in US and have his name added. They said this can't be done. They all argued-Anatoly, Irina and the representative at the birth certificate place for over an hour. Finally they did it the way they wanted. This was to list the natural father. So now we may not be able to get past passport control at the airport to take them out of the country. So now they need to obtain a letter from the natural father stating he had given up all rights to the child. Anyway all the time in the birth certificate place Dianne and I are trying to make light of it all and making jokes about the judge being the AntiChrist etc. Anyway Dianne starts yelling in Ukranian like she was yelling at the people there, anyway we got to laughing so hard. We realized now that we had not used the bathroom, or eaten or had a drink all day. Dianne says I didn't know when I signed up that I wouldn't be allowed to pee, drink or eat all day! We were laughing so hard. So we told Irina who told Tola so he found us a bathroom. So Dianne goes first and then me. Well I go in and there is no toilet paper, no soap to wash with and no towel. I come out and say to Irina who is next-no tissue, no soap no nothing. She comes out laughing and says no tissue, no soap no anything, not nothing. She was Ukranian and correcting my English grammar. We were all so slap happy at this point. We finally get the birth certificate done their way. We leave there and race to the next district to get Vika's birth certificate. We don't know what will happen there. But we give them the request and papers and they said great, come back at 6pm to pick it up. No questions? Could this be. We left before they could throw a fit. We went to get a bite to eat finally--we had only had a piece of fruit around 7am. We had a nice meal and headed back to the birth certificate place. We go in and it is ready but they stated that this is not the way it should be done and they explained again that the judge is wrong but we will give it to you anyway. We took it and ran! So finally at 6:30 pm we had accomplished getting the court decrees, and both birth certificates and we should never have to deal with that judge again! We headed home with plans to get started at 9am by going to the notary to get the birth certificates notarized then to get both of their ID numbers and God willing then to finally apply for their passports! Dianne and I got to the apartment and collapsed, But we realized we needed to go to the store for water, and toilet paper. When we finally headed out it looked like a big storm was brewing so our leisurely walk turned into a footrace again--poor Dianne, I think I am killing her. We made it home from the store just before the storm broke loose. God is so Good! Praising the Lord for all that was accomplished today. Once we apply for passports we will know what day we will be returning home! Get ready Alexandria for 2 more precious little treasures!</span><br /><br /><br /><br />Pictures of our time with the girls:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFfOsmdIagMMkCaVu0Xn-97EIUlVxNpbHvGZyGQAvjOoYmLVascfOZ0rCwKsdkmft-jdgZEws6O7nguzY3iMuzStDgqlC1hDabrji0FmE3DG3ID8hyphenhyphendxTE4FIUuOLdFBWN2Rc5d8sqSCw/s1600/007.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631877720510942674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFfOsmdIagMMkCaVu0Xn-97EIUlVxNpbHvGZyGQAvjOoYmLVascfOZ0rCwKsdkmft-jdgZEws6O7nguzY3iMuzStDgqlC1hDabrji0FmE3DG3ID8hyphenhyphendxTE4FIUuOLdFBWN2Rc5d8sqSCw/s320/007.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijvcozoPjgyzLNuwnRmaTpFxb6RlEy6KZKKqeiSQ6TdXWaztI-yIo33aNrUpGBaiRLXxJF4HhxmQg8for1kpQVvClyW4sPF5_4oCUM3RK089vszpbP3nYrn87VT0pCufVCs-HbQF9lLmQ/s1600/011.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631877714949016802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijvcozoPjgyzLNuwnRmaTpFxb6RlEy6KZKKqeiSQ6TdXWaztI-yIo33aNrUpGBaiRLXxJF4HhxmQg8for1kpQVvClyW4sPF5_4oCUM3RK089vszpbP3nYrn87VT0pCufVCs-HbQF9lLmQ/s320/011.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHwRXC_zaQWBp1EabpVmm92q5trTAx7IJLa8UqXeHfh8TQ3A1TwuPMaezmNK5dFpUYk3QWfqqFL_QrVLgiG_z6eQRKIZYu6pkHwd49fm_kpgA0P0fzSWiezsFnTbw5XnvrDl21YOiFLCY/s1600/009.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631877712415727826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHwRXC_zaQWBp1EabpVmm92q5trTAx7IJLa8UqXeHfh8TQ3A1TwuPMaezmNK5dFpUYk3QWfqqFL_QrVLgiG_z6eQRKIZYu6pkHwd49fm_kpgA0P0fzSWiezsFnTbw5XnvrDl21YOiFLCY/s320/009.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP-LQE8v9ioYt97ftVOV4mRQVS3vX9cD-ErCWR58tkqTsVfBSF__iq1yk84r4bp2qRNB_jHEw4U9x9ApxZlykeD-enj3o5_go3QCgLSiac_2J5dfIt9CGR7jZ5PFDdpPUt5EMG5j5AY1U/s1600/004.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631877702708231810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP-LQE8v9ioYt97ftVOV4mRQVS3vX9cD-ErCWR58tkqTsVfBSF__iq1yk84r4bp2qRNB_jHEw4U9x9ApxZlykeD-enj3o5_go3QCgLSiac_2J5dfIt9CGR7jZ5PFDdpPUt5EMG5j5AY1U/s320/004.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjccy88bH7KeB8ECw2gBO5novJU_pTbQEKygNLRftMaBBRXikWdmO8rSgSLFfDIpsEMfdj8DpCBfihZg1IWzEtROsDj_537T9DGjUKJDjCXJoaFqOxvFMDdlaZvhtPfE5jDsD0xTn_LPGI/s1600/001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631877699786816802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjccy88bH7KeB8ECw2gBO5novJU_pTbQEKygNLRftMaBBRXikWdmO8rSgSLFfDIpsEMfdj8DpCBfihZg1IWzEtROsDj_537T9DGjUKJDjCXJoaFqOxvFMDdlaZvhtPfE5jDsD0xTn_LPGI/s320/001.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Jackie Eganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11384540930657872879noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420552463686870202.post-8129913707880558642011-07-20T14:31:00.000-07:002011-07-20T15:08:15.451-07:00We Need Prayers!<span style="color:#000066;">July 20,2011</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Today was very difficult because the judge did not give us our court decree-he just couldn't get to it again! So Anatoly tried to convince him to get it done and he said he would have it tomorrow. But we wanted to be sure so I went in to see the judge with Irina translating. It was very intense. We waited in a hot hallway for over an hour with many other upset people waiting their turn to see the judge. He finally called us in and I expressed my concerns about why I needed the court decree, and all the things I need to get back to at home etc. Anyway he said, as I told your representative this morning that I will have it ready tomorrow. I asked him if he could assure me that it would be ready tomorrow at 9 and he said that I should show up myself at 9am and come in and sign for it myself. So that's what we are going to do. Now he has been saying since monday come back tomorrow. So please pray that he will really have it ready tomorrow for us. Then we can start the journey to obtain their birth certificates in 2 different districts, get their ID numbers, close their bank accounts and finally apply for their passports. The passports will not be ready for 5 days after we apply. Anyway everything depends on us getting the court decree because we can't do anything else until we have that. once we have passports we have our embassy appointment to apply for their visas and their physical exams. So we still have a lot to do. At this point we will be here until at least next Saturday the 30th. So again please pray the decree is done tomorrow. </span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">We had a great visit with girls today. Dianne loved them immediately and hugs and kisses. Many of the other girls in the orphanage began to hang out with us today and soon we had a huge crowd of them. They played ball with us, puzzles and we gave them snacks. They wanted kisses and hugs from all of us. Now some of these girls are older and let's just say hygeine is not a priority so the smells were not really pleasant but boy did they have a great time. Irina and I said Dianne had caused the chaos today. Really we had a lot of fun but Marina and Vika did not appreciate all the other girls butting in on their time. We probably won't be able to visit tomorrow since we plan on running all over Kiev doing paperwork. </span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Well again we feel amazingly blessed here but need some extra prayers to get us through and home to our families. God Bless from Kiev, ukraine.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3KEBi4w1_12fYzVhAPy89H264JBr3zM1V5XVWa6L4Bp_4G3wsdpJWY-mNdnfwbLGbc-bxHg1_hQrdWAG1Z5NC3GGzgxJW7zuN1T35nplL9faTFbXLEeeKtHiLmIp9nFoNx7wFK1UQ244/s1600/008.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631550998504158834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3KEBi4w1_12fYzVhAPy89H264JBr3zM1V5XVWa6L4Bp_4G3wsdpJWY-mNdnfwbLGbc-bxHg1_hQrdWAG1Z5NC3GGzgxJW7zuN1T35nplL9faTFbXLEeeKtHiLmIp9nFoNx7wFK1UQ244/s320/008.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJogduIweg0LOy03fFkSWwCsLgBoXYPhiEzOT-_mj2RtuBccMqUTCAa7gl9pQzeC5Gp8VSvxZ_G73oc23XNB7b40m5FdSjgAibJigbyY3L_SZJqJZkXL1Dqc3Mnj67Kl6mt4WfhvBVKw4/s1600/005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631550988518857954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJogduIweg0LOy03fFkSWwCsLgBoXYPhiEzOT-_mj2RtuBccMqUTCAa7gl9pQzeC5Gp8VSvxZ_G73oc23XNB7b40m5FdSjgAibJigbyY3L_SZJqJZkXL1Dqc3Mnj67Kl6mt4WfhvBVKw4/s320/005.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil3rv2bwLFWS9hYe3eYFZHBqPn4ujlu7dba6p_X2yHkYEzj6SUtecw9K7dylAjRy41-3VjaItBGQxiV59O9y5ZhEU281XY-LAGyF93PPG7H_mmJ2n1N-qxM-7wT3OeuWoP4zL9eAOiTuw/s1600/007.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631550982948540466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil3rv2bwLFWS9hYe3eYFZHBqPn4ujlu7dba6p_X2yHkYEzj6SUtecw9K7dylAjRy41-3VjaItBGQxiV59O9y5ZhEU281XY-LAGyF93PPG7H_mmJ2n1N-qxM-7wT3OeuWoP4zL9eAOiTuw/s320/007.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdfP01WarMkjXFqlI-DU1lOAbSLJjzhvORiW1GGW2U8WomW80Sz2oo5ajAWqUe6_4xgIYMlqKvkvIKToU2hTMS_m6vneePxXanl2rTgQJrXXxcZrsg38h126TXNwHdh9k-y5Y4QaAWO2U/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631550978750370914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdfP01WarMkjXFqlI-DU1lOAbSLJjzhvORiW1GGW2U8WomW80Sz2oo5ajAWqUe6_4xgIYMlqKvkvIKToU2hTMS_m6vneePxXanl2rTgQJrXXxcZrsg38h126TXNwHdh9k-y5Y4QaAWO2U/s320/002.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Jackie Eganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11384540930657872879noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420552463686870202.post-92160132508928378782011-07-19T10:58:00.000-07:002011-07-19T11:32:29.732-07:00Me and the Girls, No Court Decree and Dianne is here!<span style="color:#330033;">July 19,2011</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">First I would just love to thank my couple of faithful readers who post comments, they mean so much to me in this faraway land. It is over 2 weeks now that I am here and I miss my husband and kids so much. I love the time I have here with my girls but just to be home with all of them seems so far off yet. So knowing there are friends out there praying for us and following along with us just helps to make me feel better-so thank you for your comments I love reading them.</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Well today I met Irina and we headed to the orphanage. Tola called to say that the court decree was still not ready and he was going to take care of the citizenship papers while we were at the orphanage. So we stopped at the little store near the orphanage to buy the "2 juice boxes and a snack". We arrived and had to wait for the girls to be brought out. They came out very excited to see us. Irina had a phone call so I headed outside with the girls. We found our spot on the bench and I gave them their purses. They both immediately opened them to get out their necklaces and bracelets and sunglasses. We played for a while then they asked for their juice and snack. They enjoyed these as usual. I got out the punch ball balloons that Terrie gave me and Marina loved these. Vika not so much. Marina and I played with one of them for what seemed like an hour. Vika preferred to sit on the bench and blow bubbles and color. She is so </span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">much calmer. After playing ball we had another juice box and then told them it was time to clean up. Neither one of the wanted to get ready to go back in but we needed to leave an head to the airport to get Dianne. Today Marina was very jealous of any time I spent with Vika but I tried to explain that mama loves them both. I had to carry Marina into the orphanage. Vika wanted to be carried too but did not want to help pick up the garbage and toys. She can be very stubborn but she finally gave in and helped. I gave them both kisses and hugs which they returned then in they went to lunch (it still smelled awful).</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">At this point I was very hot and sweaty so we headed to the store to get us a drink and a snack before heading to the airport. There was not going to be a court decree again today-the judge just hasn't had time to get it ready. Anyway I was excited to be at the airport when Dianne arrived. Out she came. She was very happy to see a familiar face. We got to the car and Anatoly needed to take me to the notary to sign more paperwork and then he took us to the apartment. He left and Dianne, myself and Irina headed out on foot to get something to eat, exchange money and go to the store. Well Dianne didn't know what she was in for. When you head out on foot it is a long walk. Poor thing she had a blister on her toe from all the walking and she was fading fast--It was over 90 degrees today and she was very tired. We ate at the Ukranian kitchen and shopped then headed up the hill=a very long steep hill in the 90 degree heat. I thought Dianne was going to have a heart attack but she plugged along. So we get to the apartment which is hot as blazes. She took a cold shower and talked for a while but she couldn't stay awake so off to bed she went before 8pm. </span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Anyway the plan is to pack up in the morning and have all our luggage downstairs by 10am and wait for Irina and the taxi. We then take everything to the apartment with air conditioning, yea! Then off to the orphanage for a quick visit and then Tola picks us up for the long day of getting the birth certificates for each girl in their birth cities-expecting another long hot day.</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Please pray we get the court decree in the morning and are able to successfully get both birth certificates. Then on Thursday it is ID numbers and closing their bank accounts and Friday applying for passports. Pray it all goes smoothly. It not lookning good to be able to head home on the 27th. Irina thinks more like the 29th or 30th. It is all in God's hands=pray for his perfect timing. </span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">It feels good to have a dear friend sleeping in the next room. Thank you Jesus!</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjivGfwTcmd7PeBIUOB5QmZk7NCB_wHD77Nr26J0BvB3wWLR3uZUB0tuSNud8E6BYMc9J_QDSK79ZrsDW1y1-Hh5Vobn6fBoWuIup7SmkVlEyU8xBEfApEBNB4AJfoIxSWsuHpd0ZXnQxI/s1600/030.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631127339519699410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjivGfwTcmd7PeBIUOB5QmZk7NCB_wHD77Nr26J0BvB3wWLR3uZUB0tuSNud8E6BYMc9J_QDSK79ZrsDW1y1-Hh5Vobn6fBoWuIup7SmkVlEyU8xBEfApEBNB4AJfoIxSWsuHpd0ZXnQxI/s320/030.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgocq6gOBj421gEQNCjKPZjgF0v_uga1-fw8AK408lrqv-Ox3sUGx2VqNzFKwDa8TcFqbMa3nUrnToOjTSOunMuIC3rw0RRqDJsP9BDAS9AmYPosrZJynygfg1ikTy7PoVUA7ItW5bBjik/s1600/021.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631127331870800674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgocq6gOBj421gEQNCjKPZjgF0v_uga1-fw8AK408lrqv-Ox3sUGx2VqNzFKwDa8TcFqbMa3nUrnToOjTSOunMuIC3rw0RRqDJsP9BDAS9AmYPosrZJynygfg1ikTy7PoVUA7ItW5bBjik/s320/021.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPx-AqnduhA2X-d49dAFFB8fqFy796DfUYEdTeC982e2clR4BfcF3QicfrONVQzRy1RD5Q5x8zmJs1V7UlHqhpLRxgGdU6xxrPuxtwnLvpVwvQBkdQ9SS3QD_jmFRXkyOTO_VVYlR9nUQ/s1600/011.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631127324839074578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPx-AqnduhA2X-d49dAFFB8fqFy796DfUYEdTeC982e2clR4BfcF3QicfrONVQzRy1RD5Q5x8zmJs1V7UlHqhpLRxgGdU6xxrPuxtwnLvpVwvQBkdQ9SS3QD_jmFRXkyOTO_VVYlR9nUQ/s320/011.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUVMw2jqpFw69g055dnG5SlxTX81-gu-VFsd61Z0NE92LOWdYr8HFqiKnG2ryrUEURoCiNtkqcH9a3OGNOUax_Wvro433XL1Y5vQLri973Sjdeagr1G7JlkQ8SqTXgUXwbU5NKPFG0A1E/s1600/004.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631127319990559362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUVMw2jqpFw69g055dnG5SlxTX81-gu-VFsd61Z0NE92LOWdYr8HFqiKnG2ryrUEURoCiNtkqcH9a3OGNOUax_Wvro433XL1Y5vQLri973Sjdeagr1G7JlkQ8SqTXgUXwbU5NKPFG0A1E/s320/004.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyAO4qjPUWQi8zCQUZw33cqqBUpw6aco6OX_fZd-pXPHMAIEXJhR4LkoPZ4YJcefibr_4DgJvGUPB49P2Tzd0p7L3n_0fKpMiF23P6nkcQ4pWCnnkzJg3lk_jyrWF8lEAuBPRECPAjIkE/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631127316280528978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyAO4qjPUWQi8zCQUZw33cqqBUpw6aco6OX_fZd-pXPHMAIEXJhR4LkoPZ4YJcefibr_4DgJvGUPB49P2Tzd0p7L3n_0fKpMiF23P6nkcQ4pWCnnkzJg3lk_jyrWF8lEAuBPRECPAjIkE/s320/003.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Jackie Eganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11384540930657872879noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420552463686870202.post-20757107003928237202011-07-18T11:23:00.000-07:002011-07-18T11:57:15.961-07:00A Very Long Day But Finally The Girls Are Together Again!<span style="color:#000066;">July 18,2011</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Well after a night of virtually no sleep fighting the mosquitos I got ready to go. I met Irina for cappucinos and then we walked up to the SDA to meet Tola. We drove to the court house to see if the court decree was ready because today was day 10 of the 10 day wait. But as things have been going the judge said he hadn't had time to get it ready yet and to come back tomorrow to get it. So we headed to the orphanage and visited with Marina for a while-she is as sweet as ever. The plan was to take little Yve to the summer camp in exchange for Vika so we headed off with Tola, Irina, the orphanage lawyer Yve and myself for the 1 1/2 hour drive to the summer camp. Yve is a precious little girl also with Down Syndrome. We had actually considered her when we were reviewing files after they told us about Anya. She is high functioning like Vika but a little younger. Anyway when they told her she was going she ran out and saw me waiting with Irina and she got all excited and yelled "my mama, my mama". She ran to me and jumped into my arms hugging and kissing me. Irina explained to her that she was going to camp and we would try to find her a mama of her own soon. So very very sad. She wants a mama so badly. Maybe one of you could be her mama. She is so precious. Unfortuately I forgot my camera today so I don't have a picture of her but I think she is listed with About a Child. Once at the summer camp Vika saw us and came running. She was excited and yelled "mama" but was actually looking for Tim. She loves her Papa. Irina explained it was just mama and she would see Papa soon. Once in the car we discovered that Vika is very afraid of the car. She clung to Irina and I for a while but soon settled down. She was very good. She talked on the "hello" and colored and looked at books. She loved her purse and jewelry. She said right away that she wanted to give one of her necklaces to Marina. This was without at suggestions from us. Once back at the orphanage another 1 1/2 hrs later she was very excited and gave all the caregivers big hugs and showed them all of her special things that mama had given her. They then brought out Marina and Vika and Marina ran into each others arms and hugged very excited and right away Vika gave Marina the necklace, so very sweet. They were given a snack and then we went outside. This was a challenge trying to keep up with both of them by myself. Irina helped but they both wanted my attention. Soon they had a cookie and shared a juice box so cute, taking turns as I instructed. Marina still loves to hug me and lay her head on me while she drinks/. I think she remembers being cuddled while taking a bottle or something. Very Very sweet, really. They blew bubbles and just ran and played. I was worn out by the end of our visit. We instructed them to clean up and get ready to see us out. They gave us a hug and kiss and said Paka Paka (good bye). As we were walking away Vika screamed "mama mama" and came running to me and clung to me crying mama mama with that Marina came running and she too cried "mama Mama". The caregivers came and took them and said I would be back in the morning. Marina instructed us to bring a snack and 2 juice boxes. We promised we would. Then Irina and I headed to the Metro. Next stop was to pick up a plug in mosquito repellent for the apartment. I then picked up so frozed raviolis for my supper and headed up the hill to my apartment. Talked with Tim on line and took a cold shower and now plan to relax with an episode of Grey's Anatomy on line. Please pray I can get some sleep tonight, pray we get the court decree tomorrow and can get their birth certificates so we can apply for passports on Wednesday. Pray for safe travel for Dianne-she arrives tomorrow at 1:15 Ukraine time. I can't wait. Sorry I forgot the camera today so I will post some old pics. Good night from Kiev!</span>Jackie Eganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11384540930657872879noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6420552463686870202.post-4599734766741037692011-07-17T16:10:00.000-07:002011-07-17T16:21:52.069-07:00more pics<span style="color:#660000;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTCNMst1-xZnOU94EMWVxOr4gl4x_dZcvzacpAamk_WnuJUN61NV2nzbAcOiRv0oBQttDG_7q2YvL662DoIPi6ZBVXpxrxa4BhtEx263JQ2QkKGaNmUbWfnhq18LrrPj8Cvp9_FreKHxs/s1600/077.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630464914007720482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTCNMst1-xZnOU94EMWVxOr4gl4x_dZcvzacpAamk_WnuJUN61NV2nzbAcOiRv0oBQttDG_7q2YvL662DoIPi6ZBVXpxrxa4BhtEx263JQ2QkKGaNmUbWfnhq18LrrPj8Cvp9_FreKHxs/s320/077.JPG" /></a> Isn't she just beautiful!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvlG3JbdvYUBDroOZJGwuvSKFYg91LlbcdDv-RRaBgSw-Ryj-yjfLCwk12yNCHywFxU8soRZGfK7cOkAVdu19S_IBjedGA_hHrsC4Za8IifaKCGUe9_1EvMCQj8bY3lHEQxCNimEA10Fk/s1600/096.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630464909351743042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvlG3JbdvYUBDroOZJGwuvSKFYg91LlbcdDv-RRaBgSw-Ryj-yjfLCwk12yNCHywFxU8soRZGfK7cOkAVdu19S_IBjedGA_hHrsC4Za8IifaKCGUe9_1EvMCQj8bY3lHEQxCNimEA10Fk/s320/096.JPG" /></a><br />Looking spiffy in iner jewelry and purse!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5bMebJo_N6eLxVSGcjpJKe8r0WN0l3FVnEiv8yJ-FfNrgkHg_glIg1XHulHHlSqYZk08Qyz7XAm13prSp_WQh7LKAwZMiHZzKELJKb2a5t68gFXoSjOakojo1WSYA9GWkP8Te-iDtmYI/s1600/080.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630464908048233458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5bMebJo_N6eLxVSGcjpJKe8r0WN0l3FVnEiv8yJ-FfNrgkHg_glIg1XHulHHlSqYZk08Qyz7XAm13prSp_WQh7LKAwZMiHZzKELJKb2a5t68gFXoSjOakojo1WSYA9GWkP8Te-iDtmYI/s320/080.JPG" /></a><br />Me and my girl<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN42oT9SDYjnca3F1rnDpIzzWHCYIcLMzYRpbUsBsi3u76p8xjHlfbgRXy4jSLF_BpA9gvb5GWQpdMSrQnxvsQSS_e0GxC6QwxRNdz2o5zqyvv9SsudLr9zKUZ1ka814O76bzIAITJyHc/s1600/011.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630464903232584066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN42oT9SDYjnca3F1rnDpIzzWHCYIcLMzYRpbUsBsi3u76p8xjHlfbgRXy4jSLF_BpA9gvb5GWQpdMSrQnxvsQSS_e0GxC6QwxRNdz2o5zqyvv9SsudLr9zKUZ1ka814O76bzIAITJyHc/s320/011.JPG" /></a> She loves the shades and purse<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Jackie Eganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11384540930657872879noreply@blogger.com2