One moment I think, wow it's already been three years. The next moment I
think, wow it's only been three years. It's funny how time can feel so
fast and so slow all at the same moment.
Three years ago I had the up most pleasure of busting Oliver out of his orphanage. I just re read my post
from that day. Some of the details I had since forgotten and am thankful that I blogged them all. How I felt, how I think Oliver felt, and everything else. Such a sweet time. What I think about the most or remember the most is how brave Oliver was. Who was I, just a stranger he's seen a few times. Undressing him, and re dressing him in fresh clothes, speaking nice words that he didn't know and suddenly leaving everything he'd ever known to go give something different a try. He was so brave. He didn't cry or fuss...well I guess he was taught not to. I didn't hear a peep from him until I tired to
bathe torture him.
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| leaving! |
We talk adoption with Oliver. It's just something we never wanted him to be surprised about. Gone are the days when you're 16 and you stumble upon some random paperwork and begin to question everything, at least those days better be gone. I've heard stories of kids asking a lot of questions, kids, even kids adopted young, telling stories of life in the orphanage, asking about birth mothers, etc. Oliver just doesn't question any of this, and never says anything about the orphanage, at least not yet. However, just because he isn't asking about it doesn't mean we shouldn't be talking. It's not something we discuss daily, but during this time of the year I try to help him work out the details of how it all came together, though I'm still amazed that it did. The point I like to focus on most is that mommy and daddy knew you were a boy that was waiting for a family and we think being in a family is the best thing for a kid.
On Oliver's family day we like to let him pick what he wants to do. The first one we picked an indoor play place and he pick hamburgers for dinner at Red Robin. Last year he wanted to go out for pizza and ice cream at a local spot. This year he has requested an afternoon at the science museum followed by dinner at Lidia's Itay, a really delicious Italian place....that's our boy. I love his developing palate. And we always swing by the European Food Market, which actually should be called The Russian Grocery, where Oliver picks out some of his favorite Russian treats...usually apple juice and chocolates.
A few pictures from the year...
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| feb 2013 |
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| feb 2014 |
Oliver is our most favorite boy. He is the perfect boy for us. We look forward all the adventures to come.
