Thursday, August 24, 2017

Living

We are thankful for the progress that Stefan is making. He has much longer periods of calm, and is right now sitting on the couch with mama and the brothers, listening to The Borrowers. He has been going to sleep much better, often during bedtime Bible reading with the brothers. He's often up first in the mornings (very early), and toodles around the kitchen or the fenced yard until I get up to start the day. Ana's back in school, so that's good, and we have been thankful to our friends who have entered our life to help give more hands with Stefko.

Mama and Stefko in the mei-tai

Cute and busy little lady

Monday, August 14, 2017

Slow and steady

We are thankful that Stefko did a great job at vespers and liturgy Saturday and Sunday! He's definitely making progress (and church is a good periodic check), though the day-to-day is still a challenge.

He has more smiles, and occasional outright grins (below). He doesn't much like toothbrushes, and is pretty sure that topical essential oils (for a fungal spot) are the worst. His doctor's visit last week was good, but we are still waiting on his citizenship packet (to apply for an SSN) before insurance gets entirely straightened around. So, he might have a swallow study this week, but they charge something like $5/photon for those x-rays, so they're jumpy about people with not-quite-solidified insurance status.  Sigh.


Thank you for your sustained prayers, and God bless.
Papa

Friday, August 4, 2017

A month home (tomorrow)

Things are pretty good. Stefi plays for longer, waves goodbye (and blows kisses, which he saw Mama do from the car en route to an Ana appointment), and is slightly more able to contain himself while waiting for food to be prepared and served. Things are moving in a good direction, it seems. He goes to bed more peacefully, and is getting up maybe, slightly, a bit later. We appreciate your prayers, and beg pardon of infrequent updates - there's not much time to spare. Sorry.

These two are cute together. Water balloons are great.

This WAS three boys swinging, but once Papa stopped pushing and started taking a picture, a certain someone hopped out and wandered over to investigate.

I also reiterate our thanks to everyone who has helped us financially, with prayers, with meals, and with clothes. We're grateful. Also to KLM Royal Dutch Airlines for their generous vouchers after our difficult time in Amsterdam. Unexpected help, and appreciated.

In Christ,
Papa

Monday, July 24, 2017

Three weeks in

It's a real struggle for traction to engage Stefan's attention and sustain it for longer than 2 minutes. But there are small steps forward.

Today is rainy, which is lovely, but things are a bit more stir-crazy than usual.

Also, if you wonder where MamaV went, her iPhone stopped supporting Blogger, and she doesn't really care to (or have time to) spend much screen time on the laptop (which is also kept up and away all the time). For the record, I'm currently listening in on my first work meeting back from 3 weeks of almost-blackout, which is really hard to do in aerospace.

We're trying to figure out how to care well for the family and me still have any time for work. We have a little more runway, my team is very kind and understanding, but there will need to be a resolution pretty soon. On the plus side, school starts for Ana in about two weeks, so that will be some load off during the days. The boys are troopers, but it's wearing on them. Choupinette has both loved the best and been the saddest - Stefi requires very similar attention to what she needs, and there has been a lot of competition over Mama. Ana is a patient sweetheart, and we try to make sure to spend some snuggle time with her. We are thankful for church and friends and family.

Christ is in our midst!
He is and ever shall be!

Papa

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Assorted things

Somebody loves his machina.

Somebody else loves tricycles so much...


She got her own.

And bentonite clay is used for sealing wellbores, and can also do a number on your pipes. Alternative toothpaste users beware. (This was the flood that preceded the fire - poor old shop vac had a hard time with the water cleanup - that preceded a very rough Sunday morning).

Thank you for your prayers!
Papa


Friday, July 14, 2017

Ten years ago today

These two funny people got married.

They had no idea.

They still don't, but they hope they are learning to repent.


Thank you for your prayers.

Papa

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Aliveness check

Hello,

We are so thankful for every new day. Stefan seems to be making connections, and finding some level of "fit". Interestingly, he and Choupinette seem to be pairing off (in a sense). They're the closest cognitively, and both seem to need the same kind of attention and can engage in similar play. It's so sad that Stefi has never learned to play. However, he was able to drive a Hot Wheels back and forth with me for maybe a dozen or more rounds. That was news (he ignored the cars completely in the hotel). He likes water play (and the kiddie pool arrives today, hurrah). The photo below is Mama supervising this on the back porch (taken through the kitchen window, sorry about the poor zoom).


Everyone's heart has been very full. There have been more random acts of frustration all around, and it's obviously pretty hard to ingest a total stranger with physical ability but no communication or relational skills into the sibling dynamic. But we pray. This morning was nice, I got to pray, do chores, get oatmeal going, and even try to do some work (I'm "on vacation" which means I dial in from home when I can).


Thanks for your prayers, we need them.
Papa

Monday, July 10, 2017

And the work begins...

Notes from Sunday:
Thanks to you all for your prayers and your help. We have been blessed by many friends with meals, and we're thankful for surviving so far. Somehow he's going on 6 hours of sleep (up at 5am) in the last 48, so I'm hoping for better things tonight... neither of us slept on the planes. But, after a reroute in Amsterdam, we ended up going home via Seattle, none the worse for wear.

Swinging is good. But the heat is pretty bad. The boys and Choupinette are have very full hearts (Ana may, too, for all I know - she got held less today).

Notes from Monday:
Good night's sleep praise God. I was up with the sun, which was nice for prayers and chores. Stefi got up around 7am, which was fine. He's very interested in cookery, and hovered around the skillet until he burned his hand (very mildly, but a few times). He has added "Hi" to his words, doubling his vocabulary. At dinner, I asked if he wanted more chicken and his response was "Da!" (his other word), which was pretty great. Meals are hard, though Stefan is doing great - we're doing hand-over-hand with the fork, and I help keep his other hand from shoveling food (he's used to using his left to hold food in an overstuffed mouth). But he's making progress even already. The hardest part is the strain on the other kids. But kind aunts helped out today, and things were ameliorated. It's always hard not to project the present into the future...

Please keep praying, I am jotting this down while Mama has the bunch of heat-tolerant ones out on a walk, and Ana and I get to clean up the house (done, so I had a moment). Please forgive us if you don't hear from us often - our hands are full.

Christ is born!

Glorify him!

Christ is risen!

Indeed, he is risen!

Christ is ascended!

From earth to heaven!

Christ is in our midst!

He is, and ever shall be!

In Christ,
Papa

Farewell Sofia, hello croissant

A brand-new American Citizen eats fast food in Seattle

Singing and swinging

Friday, July 7, 2017

Ducks in a row

We have the packet from the embassy, all is (supposedly) in order, and I guess we'll see how leaving Bulgaria and entering the US goes! We'll be up early tomorrow (in a bit more than 12 hours), and off to the airport. No more meetings, appointments, etc. Stefan is enjoying another bath now (they are a nice break for me), and we may try to get to a vespers in an hour, but we'll see. Sv. Paraskeva is probably the closest one, but it's still a 10min walk. And Stefan had troubles getting to the corner store today. It's been a rough week.

I was not really joking when I said to Toni that the only visible difference between adoption and kidnapping is the paperwork...  And now I can begin insurance paperwork for the US.

Friday

And yes, I am thankful to God that it is.

Today we will meet with the lawyer who should have all the documents assembled. We left Stefi's passport at the embassy to get the visa stamp affixed (a step that always makes me nervous - he is without ID for a little while, though I'm sure in a pinch enough of the supporting sheaf of documents would add up to ID).

I have not been able to reach the lawyer by phone yet, and she didn't give a time, so we are bored in the hotel room. We'd probably be fine for a walk, but I'm conservative. We'll just go to the store soon, get some more cheese (the only remaining effective pill-vehicle), but NOT more bread - it became something of an idea fixee yesterday, and I had to hide it before he would go to sleep. Not that he wanted to eat it, mind you, just to have the bag (ignoring the several pieces that were already out for him, and of which I kept offering chunks). This post-institutional food security thing... but then, I'm reminded of a (perhaps apocryphal) internal memo from Vanguard, the financial company, that indicated the highest-performing clients were those who a) were dead, or b) had forgotten they had the account. Again, lessons for Papa from Stefan. It's very plain when it's bread, but we adults like to gussy up our insecurities with fancy names like retirement or career.

Baths have been the new ecstasy since Wednesday evening, but like anything, he's getting bored with plain-vanilla, and looking for a new high. He scored yesterday with the hand shower, but that papa would insist on helping hold it and not giving him free rein. Now I'm not sure what he's up to, but he's learning to get in and out of the tub himself, which is good, but also a little nerve-wracking to see him teeter on the edge. However, he refuses help, and I am not sure what he expects me to do - he may be telling me to take a bath, too. Yes, much communication is nonverbal anyway, but imperatives can be tricky to convey - and this applies in both directions.

Tomorrow early we're off to the airport, then back to the US via Amsterdam. The flight from Amsterdam to Minnie-StPaul leaves at 10:30am and arrives at 12:30pm - so short!

Thank you for your prayers, I'm looking forward to the rest of my family and my home. But I will miss Sofia, if not the hotel room.
And God bless Baba Annie.

In Christ,
Papa

At Seta Paraskeva (repost)


Sorry - this comes of having two different devices, which are not always in sync.

I am grateful to the kind lady at the church who took time to comfort Stefan (who didn't know why we were going out again, but who was also going bonkers in the hotel). On the way back from the walk, Stefi pulled me back into the church and wanted to walk around inside. God is good.

But I am sorry to say that Stefan is pretty much ready to be American - he loves junk food and cars. The junk food is a fine tool, but he makes no distinction between moving or parked, sidewalk or street. So he is frustrated when we are around cars, since I try very hard to keep him away from them.

So the fenced churchyard was a welcome relief. It strikes me that you probably couldn't just walk around most churches in America, since they are (both legally and culturally) private property. In Bulgaria, I don't know what the legal balance of ownership is, but culturally, churches are public. Generally speaking, you can just walk in, and they are open most of the day, every day. Yes, churches had to be underground shortly after the resurrection and Pentecost, but the apostles were public in the beginning, Paul was open for business in the hall of Tyrannus. It's something to think about, as we seek to hold out the gospel to the world.




In Christ,

Papa



Thursday, July 6, 2017

Not alone do we love

For none of us lives to himself.

Praise God for a speedy and successful visa interview at the embassy.

Praise God for puffed corn snacks ("Kroki") and chocolate snack bars, a parting gift from the staff.

Praise God for a baba at the orphanage who loves Stefi, and packed him a lovely bag of mementos.

Adoption can feel very lonely, at many stages before, during, and after the pickup. Praise God that we have never been alone in loving Stefan, that Jesus has always been guarding him (for he welcomes the little children, as his mother welcomed a uniquely fatherless child), and the Triune God has put people around him to love him in the orphanage.

Thanks for your prayers, out for a walk now.
Papa

Thursday in Bulgaria

I am thankful for the kind lady in the Sv. Sofia who gave Stefi a pastry yesterday. We sat and ate it and had some water outside the church in the garden (by Ivan Vazov, below). The photos are from yesterday, but my phone has troubles uploading more than one at a time, and I haven't had time to sit at the laptop until now as there is a pile of cashews keeping Stefi busy - did you know you can make cashew milk in your mouth? This I learned by observation.




The doctor's appointment this morning went as well as may be expected, given that he had to "sit still" for a Wilate infusion, and then for the topical adrenaline afterwards (total of about 30-40min). "Sit still" means "bodily restrained", which is taxing for all of us.

Now I am waiting for KLM to email me back about traveling with sharps and with perishable drugs - not sure what the story is there, but I expect inconvenience. Please pray that it's minimal.

This afternoon we go to the embassy, so we'll eat some lunch soon. I have been often convicted by the various things I think or say, they are lessons for me as much as for Stefan:

"Don't cram too much in! You lose it that way."

"There will be more later."

"Please just let me take care of you."

"Slow down."

It helps to see these as God's patient instructions to me, too. And he is more patient than I am.

Thank you for your prayers. We need them.
Papa


Wednesday, July 5, 2017

The arsenal

Though the Costco gummy snack bags have been a relative flop. But bananas are like cocaine. He just had one, and is banana-seeking already.

We just got back from a walk, too early for vespers, but he was going nuts in the room after this morning and the clinic visit (no tuburcules, thankfully). Tomorrow is doctor appointment in the morning, embassy in the afternoon, so it'll be a full day. He got a new cup (plastic) to reduce our use of breakable glasses (one down, one left).

Thanks for your prayers, we need them.
Papa

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Balloon time

Not the state of a full balloon, but the delicious processes of my blowing it up, and most especially, letting it whiz around while deflating. This is a hysterical joy to Stefi. I will need more balloons, as they are also a reminder of the brevity and frailty of life, no matter how exciting it may seem.

Not quite a ruck run...

...but a 40lb Stefi for a good mile or so does add up. #3 & 4 accomplished. 1 & 2 still in progress.

Monday, July 3, 2017

Morning

Sometime after 1am he finally fell asleep. My mattress was by the door, after a few (possibly coy) attempted exits. I am thankful to have had some sleep. However, breakfast went about 200% better than I expected. I am pleased to report that my son also likes the big Bulgarian breakfasts. He had eggs, bacon, yogurt, tomato, cheese, and some cucumber. And it wasn't even a huge mess.

I have few goals today. 1) ensure Stefi's survival to the best of my ability, 2) survive (in support of 1), 3) maybe go to the store for diapers and wipes? 4) if that goes well, visit a church?
3 & 4 are bonus objectives, obviously.

Thanks for your prayers, it's a pretty odd situation for him, and overall, he's doing well.

Window time

It's raining here, Stefan has been to the clinic, we ate dinner, got water all over the room until water play was limited to the sink, and now I am just running the clock on bedtime. I expect to sleep across the doorway... there's no privacy latch to help me keep Stefan in one place and in one piece. He kept pulling towards the street on our very short walk to the corner store...

Stefi!




Busy morning. Glad to have a new son, praise God! 

Pray for us!

Papa

Sunday, July 2, 2017

Who art everywhere present and fillest all things...

It was a joy to commune at Sv Nedelya this morning. I had hoped to get to Sv Georgi (a longer walk, and I didn't sleep all that well), but the bells were tolling as I passed Nedelya, so I joined the liturgy there.

I will preface that this post is somewhat theological, and has no cute pictures. I'll start to have those tomorrow. Caveat emptor.

For some reason, I have long been a Slavophile. This started sometime in high school, reading Russian novels (some of which contain the most potent and penetrating views of mankind ever written outside Scripture). In grad school, I took a 20th century Russian history course (with young John W- and V-), which was a lot of fun. Then, eventually, all this Bulgaria stuff comes along (and incidentally, I learn that each and every Slavic culture is the epitome of culture and alone preserved it pure through the centuries...).

For my first visit with Ana in June/July 2014 (the one where I met Stefan, exactly three years ago), I went and bought a random smattering of Bulgarian books: The Truth that Killed by Markov, about 20th century communist Bulgaria, Under the Yoke by Ivan Vazov, which I still haven't read, Bulgaria: A History Retold in Brief by Fol et al., a competent, if secularized history of Bulgaria, subject to some pet theories. (As a long aside, I brought on this trip my Bible, a Bulgarian dictionary, my Bulgarian prayer book, and Dostoevsky's Idiot, Notes from the Underground, and The Brothers K-, two new reads, one old friend; but I think Notes explains the entirety of D-'s mature corpus, which is consumed with the salvation & preservation of Man, specifically a recognition of Christ as the Man, in the face of a dehumanizingly humanist 19th century modernity - that's another article). Thus, I learn about Bulgaria, the seat of Slavic language and culture - a claim which rests on some facts, mostly about the timeline of Ss. Cyril & Methodius and their disciples, who created the Slavic language and liturgy.

This brings up my next thought. Cyril & Methodius translated the Byzantine liturgy and associated texts ca. 866AD, ultimately creating the Cyrillic language family and alphabet. After some discussion with Popes Adrian II and later John VIII, their efforts to translate into the vernacular were blessed (twice, once by each pope). Later clergy would translate the Western (Roman) rite into Slavonic, with some of the southern Slavs even retaining the more ancient Glagolitic alphabet (Croats, up into the 20th century), which was eventually overtaken by the Latin alphabet. Thus, there is very strong and comparable historical footing for the Polish, Hungarian, and Croatian Western rite (Roman Catholics) and the Serbian, Bulgarian, Romanian, and Russian Eastern rite (Orthodox). As St. John Maximovich  of Shanghai and San Francisco cheerfully pointed out: "The west was fully Orthodox for a thousand years, and her venerable liturgy is far older than any of her heresies.”

But perhaps you wonder what all this means, and why 1200-year-old liturgical questions matter to anyone in this day and age. And you're right, of course - a liturgy that was only 1200 years old would be rather young. The fundamental liturgy is that of St. James, brother of the Lord, first bishop of Jerusalem (see Acts 15:13-19, 21:17-25). This was disseminated throughout Christendom, though it is also said that St. Peter wrote the liturgy for the Roman church, planting the seed of the Western Rite. St. Basil the Great (d.379) collected and codified the liturgy for Constantinople, and his work was furthered by St. John Chrysostom (d.407). Today, I was blessed to celebrate the liturgy of St. John Chrysostom with my Bulgarian adelphoi and fellow-citizens of the Kingdom of God.

It felt like home.

No, I couldn't follow the homily. I had to look up the reading later (though I knew it was from Matthew, it turned out to be 8:5-13, the faith of the centurion). But I knew the liturgy. This was new to me, as we have not been Orthodox for very long, and this was the first foreign-language liturgy I have attended as a communicant. I knew the prayers - the Great and Little litanies, and the Lord's Prayer. I didn't follow the Beatitudes (they are a little less rigidly set than the litanies, so it's harder to follow the form). The celebration of the Eucharist was all familiar (though it is always strange and wonderful). The body and blood of Christ effected in the power of the Holy Spirit know no language or border.

And until Vatican II, any Roman Church would have served an Orthodox liturgy, too (and many still do - though I distinguish between the form, which is ancient and Orthodox, and the theology behind it, some - even perhaps much - of which has deviated from the apostolic teaching). And in America, there are actually a good number of Western Rite Orthodox churches (many of which were convert congregations from Anglicanism, but not all). Unity of worship is not the same as strict uniformity.

While Mama and I are indeed Slavophiles, and love the Eastern liturgy and worship, I am so thankful that Orthodoxy is emphatically not constrained by culture. Some Orthodox people choose to be culturally-constrained, and that is sad. But from Rome before the schism, we have a beautiful Western liturgy - more simple, spare, even minimalist in some ways. And from Antioch and Constantinople, a rich and very Eastern liturgy. But there is one Lord, one faith, one baptism, one God and Father of all, and one Holy Spirit, the Lord and Giver of life, who proceeds from the Father, who together with the Father and the Son is worshipped and glorified, who spoke by the prophets. And it is this Spirit who is invoked in the opening prayer, referenced in the title:

O Heavenly King, the Comforter, the Spirit of Truth, who art everywhere present and fillest all things, Treasury of Blessing, and Giver of Life, come and abide in us, and cleanse us from every impurity, and save our souls, O Good One.

It is this same Spirit at work in all who say "Jesus is Lord" (1 Cor. 12:13), and though I rejoice to be at home in the Orthodox church, and long for all to return to the apostolic faith once and for all delivered to the saints (Jude 1:3), I remain thankful and indebted to my own Protestant background and for all the grace that is shown in and to and through all those who call on the name of the Lord. I hope all Christians who travel can experience a measure of the joy and interconnectedness of God's people as I did today.

An admittedly dark aside, to lead to a bright conclusion. It is my goal to love God and my neighbor. This must be the goal of every Christian, for Christ said so. There is much, much, much darkness in the world, especially (it seems) here in the Balkans and Near East. If you don't remember the details of the fourth crusade, you might look it up. If you do not know that Greece, Serbia, and Bulgaria fought a bloody intra-Orthodox war in 1913, I understand. If you are ignorant of the Armenian, Greek, and Assyrian Genocides, I am sorry. If you do not know the name Jasenovac, file it the same place in your head as Auschwitz. If you do not know Srebrenica, Lord have mercy. In the Balkans, Orthodox have massacred Muslims & Catholics, Catholics have massacred Orthodox and Muslims, and Muslims have massacred Orthodox and Catholics (and this just in the Balkan war of 1992-1995, to say nothing of the WW2 era, which saw deplorable collusion between the Roman Catholics and the Ustashe, or the WW1 era which saw the beginning of modern religious-ethnic genocide). What to make of the nations of the world, even those we love?

In the world you will have tribulation; but take heart, for I have overcome the world.  (Jn. 16:33)

For everyone who has been born of God overcomes the world. And this is the victory that has overcome the world—our faith. Who is it that overcomes the world except the one who believes that Jesus is the Son of God? (1Jn. 5:4-5)

The one who conquers and who keeps my works until the end, to him I will give authority over the nations, and he will rule them with a rod of iron, as when earthen pots are broken in pieces, even as I myself have received authority from my Father. And I will give him the morning star. (Rev. 2:26-28)

St. John has much to say about the world, and overcoming the world. I'll close on this: in the passage from Revelation 2, Christ invites us into Psalm 2. And I think He invites us into both sides of that Psalm. The nations rage, the peoples plot in vain against the Lord, and against his anointed, and we see ourselves among them, even shouting 'Crucify him!' But we are invited to be wise, be warned, to kiss the Son, not to perish. Having done so, and keeping His works until the end, we are invited to join Him in ruling over the nations with a rod of iron. My arrangement of the passages above is quite intentional (as well as linear in the New Testament) - Christ has overcome the world. We believe and have faith in Jesus the Son of God, God come in the flesh. And we keep his works to the end, loving God and our neighbor in tangible ways (which the Church teaches in worship, prayer, fasting, alms), and finally entering into the joy of our Lord. Then, at the end of all, having held firm to the end, we are given the morning star. 

What is the morning star? Rev. 22:16 - "I am the root and descendent of David, the bright morning star." We are given Christ himself. In the Eucharist, we step outside of time, above the world, lifting up our hearts unto the Lord in heaven, and we receive Christ Himself. It is this joy that we share in Christ that unites Christians everywhere, and most especially in the liturgy of the Church. We are fed the heavenly bread for strength in our earthly journey. We are given a little bit of the future in the present, that we may travel on the narrow way towards the eternal banquet of the Lamb.

Thank you for your prayers as I go to meet Stefan tomorrow. As promised, there will be photos, as I have time to upload them.

In Christ, our life, our light, our strength and song, our food and drink, our Creator, Redeemer, our Glory, and our exceedingly great reward,
Papa

Saturday, July 1, 2017

Safely in Sofia

Thank you all for your prayers. I am checked in at the hotel, pretty tired, but had a great driver from the airport, with whom I conversed in Spanish (he had worked construction in Madrid in his youth). It's fun trying to communicate with people. He was as astonished as I that Americans eat very little rabbit meat...

To bed, it's midnight local time, and I hope to make it to liturgy tomorrow.

In Christ,
Papa


Friday, June 30, 2017

En route

Thank you for your prayers, I am en route to SOF via SFO and MUC. In SFO right now, made sure FaceTime worked (cute daughters are still cute via FaceTime, check), and just waiting for the next flight. I am pretending it is morning, since I need to be up for another day or so, in order to hit the hay around 11pm local time in Sofia. And I'm hoping to make it to liturgy in the morning...

But behold, a pretty darn complete play structure! Praise God that the monkey bars didn't take me down last night - they tried. But they're on now, and things are almost all zipped up. I took down the GoFundMe - thank you to all of you who donated. We are so blessed by all of our friends and helpers - and an extra thanks and congrats to those of you who have stayed with this blog long past the completion of its original intention!






When you have seen the worst
and then the worst
(perhaps),
and from there, 
even seen the best for what it is,
a poor but blessed shadow of 
the good that is to be,
and you have not flinched at the everyday works of God
(unexplained and unexcused as they are)
and you have shared with us
a road that led 
into a road that led 
into another life,
and remained steadfast 
in prayer
in love
and in pain,
there is little left to say
but 
thank you.

And may the Good Shepherd
unerringly lead us all
into His fold
and remember us
in His kingdom.

Lord, have mercy.

Thank you all.

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

In the works...

In answer to K's comment on my prior post, yes, thanks. We found a pretty good structure on Craigslist, and the boys and I went to disassemble it last Friday. We all melted into little puddles - it was in the high one-teens, and we worked from 1-4pm. Dumb, I know. But it fit the seller's schedule, and meant we could get the U-haul back on time.

Then (after smoothies) back home to unload it into our yard...


 Yeah, I know. Looks like a semi-organized tornado hit.

But it's coming back together - and my friend helped me get the chains, ropes, deck and slide in place since this photo was taken, so now the boys can go up and come down, which is very important.

It was just in time for the back wall to be repaired, so the timing was perfect. 

Today I stopped by the thrift store that's on my bike route to work, and we have some assorted Stefan clothes. It's a scattershot of 5, 6, & 7, which will actually fit right in with the scattershot assortment of clothes he's used to wearing from the orphanage. Still need to get briefs, though.

Also, we learned the bureaucratically obvious fact that the state supplied medicine for S.I.Tomov, a ward of the state. And the state will not supply medicine for Stefan Thomas Miner, the child of an American family. So we get to navigate that out-of-pocket, whoo.

We are still accepting donations through GoFundMe, but I will take it down once the play structure is complete and photographs have been shared with all our supporters. (That may be after I get back, we'll see...)

Thank you for your prayers, I fly on Friday, arrive Saturday night, and am hoping to attend liturgy in St George (the one Constantine built). Pray for Mama and the kiddos, please. Miles to go. But at least I am meeting my work deadlines before leaving...

In Christ,
Papa

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

That was fast...

There were some very happy boys






with a big shallow hole last night.

And today,

it's a yard.

Next stop, play structures. Thanks to all who have supported on GoFundMe, I will leave the page up until the play structure is done. 

And in ten days, I travel. Please pray for Mama and the kiddos. There's tension, as is to be expected prior to a mammoth family dynamic perturbation. 

In Christ,
Papa

Monday, June 19, 2017

Deconstructivism

It's pretty great to see a tractor man enjoying his work. Small Porgies would now like to grow up to be a tractor man.


Thanks to everyone who has helped with the GoFundMe, it is still live here: 

God bless,
Papa

Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Thoughts on Wisdom

This is posted on my group blog, which is more concerned with culture/family than with adoption specifically.

Thank you for your prayers. I have a demo guy on the calendar for 19 June, and we'll see if we can get a play structure in before I leave on the 30th.

Thank you for any contributions to assist with that project.

In Christ,
Papa

Monday, June 5, 2017

Travel!

Hello all,
Thank you for your prayers, we just received our travel dates this morning! I will be flying over (probably leaving 30 June) to pick up Stefi on 3 July. Please continue your prayers, and we're very thankful to be so close to the finish (starting) line.

In Christ,
Papa

Saturday, June 3, 2017

Getting ready

Hello,

You probably know that we try not to flog the fundraising around here. We want to be content, and are chiefly in need of your prayers anyway. However, today I set up a GoFundMe to raise money to pull out our swimming pool and put in a backyard that Stefan Thomas Miner can play in more safely. With the current setup, it's hard to run around in the backyard, so the boys mostly play out front. This is a no-go for Stefi. So, we'd like to tackle this, and we are thankful for help along the way!

Here is the link to our fundraiser, if you wish to visit or share it. We are always humbled by how people show love.

https://www.gofundme.com/a-backyard-for-stefan

In Christ,
Papa

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Ebenezer

Please, if you have not seen it yet, go read Susanna's latest post and join in giving thanks to God, who raises up the needy and fills the orphans and widows. We trust that soon we will again start the long road in between before and after (as though God's healing were ever done! but milestones are to be celebrated).

Thank you for your prayers.

Papa

Friday, May 19, 2017

Good news!

Christ is risen!

In other good news, we have a new son! On paper, anyway. I expect we'll receive travel dates in about two weeks, and go from there.

Thank you all for your prayers, and we appreciate your encouragement and any support you feel called to give us (Reece's Rainbow page here).

In Christ,
Papa

Monday, May 15, 2017

Court this Friday

Hello,

Thank you for your prayers, we were told that court was scheduled for Friday of this week. Last time, it took about 40 days between court ruling and travel, so we are praying for travel sometime in late June. That would be a pretty good time, all things considered.

Please continue to pray for us and for "Owen", as we get close to getting real. I am talking with the boys more about it, in hopes that they will be as prepared as possible.

In Christ,
Papa

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Still waiting

Hello all,

Thank you for your prayers and your patience! We were told that things would be submitted to the court sometime this week, which likely means that the dossier gets put in some clerk's inbox, but we are praying for progress and praying for "Owen".

To be frank, we're somewhat terrified of the changes in family dynamic, which is stupid and faithless (which describes me, at least, reasonably well). But you know, Ana couldn't just walk out the door and down the street. Ana couldn't tear the house up. Ana isn't likely to stack patio furniture to reach the pool gate key (seriously irrational paranoia here). All of which fear is as foolish as the classic new-parent "why isn't my baby like their baby?" paranoia. So please pray for us. We need metanoia -  to repent of our fears, and repent of our selfishness, and repent of our laziness. And prepare our hearts to love as Christ has loved us, we who crucified him who yet forgave from the awful tree. But now he lives, and because he lives, we will live, and we will strive to live for him.

In Christ, risen, victorious, glorious,
Papa

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Wheels turning

Article 5 interview is scheduled for Thursday, please pray it goes smoothly!

Also, please keep us (and especially Mama) in prayer for peace - we know we can't ever be fully prepared for an adoption, but "Owen" is in a much different place physically than Ana, so we are just somewhat afraid. But perfect love casts out fear, and we know our Savior is greater than all (especially us), and has trampled down death by death.

In Christ,
Papa

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Provisional Approval

Glory to God, we have our USCIS provisional approval! I'm not sure what order all the dominoes are in, but presumably things can move (further?) ahead in-country now.

Thank you for your prayers for "Owen" and for us.
In Christ,
Papa

Friday, January 20, 2017

Лека нощ от София

Thank you for all your prayers. The paperwork will proceed, and we will hope to have at least semi-regular Skype calls with "Owen". It was a good visit. I am looking forward to heading home, but had a good afternoon visiting some old friends and a new one.

S. Georgi, built by Constantine. My favorite church in town. I am sorry that I have never coincided with liturgy here.

 Sv. Sofia, built several times, but basically by Justinian I, about 550AD. Also sorry to have never coincided with a regular service, though I've seen parts of a wedding...


Cathedral Alexander Nevsky, the seat of the Patriarch of Bulgaria, built 1912. Truly magnificent, but very much of a different era than her older sisters. I failed to catch the golden dome in the above picture, so see below (photo by Harfang, courtesy Wikipedia, CC). I had not visited this one before, but was pleased to make it today in time for daily vespers. It takes a while to cense such a big church...



Thank you again for your prayers, God is very gracious.

For travelers by land, by sea, and by air,
for the sick and the suffering,
for captives and their salvation
let us pray to the Lord.

Господи, помилуй

In Christ,
Papa

Final visit of Trip 1

Today's visit was a pretty average-good one. "Owen" enjoyed some Clif bar, we listened to Brandenburg 1 and Italian Concerto in Fa maggiore, we looked at photos, we swung on the swing, and he sloshed some water when my guard was down.

One of the more kind nurses was with us today, and when "Owen" fed me back a bite of Clif bar, she noted that he never gives anybody his food. That was probably a good sign.

He didn't take to his monkey pack quite as much as I hoped - it wasn't the translator's satchel, after all. But he has it, it has his car, his album, his O-ball, and two Clif bars. I hope he isn't too sad when I don't come back this afternoon. And I hope he remembers me when I do come back in 4-6 months.

Now to go walk, pray to God at the cathedral, have dinner, and prepare to fly home tomorrow.

Thank you for your prayers, our God is good and glorious.
Papa

Thursday, January 19, 2017

Day 4, Visit 2

This afternoon's visit was just pleasant. "Owen" and I spent about 20 minutes just munching a Clif bar (chocolate chip again, I grabbed the bar blindly). Then we spent much time drinking out of my water bottle. In all this I have been trying to model and prompt signs, just "molya" ("please"), and "merci". He was mixing them up a bit, but he was trying to use them. Clif bars are good motivators, I guess.

After snacking, we played rolling the water bottle. He really wanted to play this with the nurse, and only grudgingly included me in the game. But we played in a triangle for a while, Him -> Nurse -> Me -> Him...

Then he wanted the translator and nurse to help him with drinks (they don't wave your hands around all weird, or something). That's when he managed to slosh. That's when sloshing became registered in his mind as "new best game", and that's when I put away the bottle. That prompted a bit of frustration and a walk to the door, but then we made up and played swinging for the rest of the time. Today was Bach. I understand. Bach is orderly. Order is good.

We actually played to the end of the visit! One more tomorrow, then ciao for now...

Thank you for your prayers,
Tatko

Day 4, Visit 1, Photo 2

The visa photo came out much better today. He is a handsome fellow, when he wants to stay in one place.

The Clif bar was a hit (chocolate chip, of course). It made waiting 20 minutes in the car for the photos to print a fun time, not misery. The play visit was good: we stuffed the photos in his album (and he worked on tearing out a page), we tried peek-a-boo (not much traction), we walked around a bit, we played with the translator's satchel (I will have to get "Owen" one for the trip home - I think it's a being-big badge - I will give him his monkey backpack with all the keepsakes tomorrow, perhaps that will suffice). We'll try a peanut-butter Clif bar this afternoon, and work on finding good games. Truly, though, I get the feeling that "Owen" just wants to be out and doing stuff. We'll need to spend a lot of time working on the back yard before he comes home...

Another highlight of the visit was poop! I had observed some effort-face and a bit of smell, and very soon "Owen" clearly directed my hand to the appropriate "diaper-check" position on the back of his waistband. Yep, sure enough. The nurse took him for a change (yeah, I know, I could have pushed to do the change, but we'll get there when we get there), and on the way back, he saw lunch carts. That was the end of the visit. I'll see him again in an hour or so, and am praying for another good (though sadly, penultimate) visit. But the nurse today was very sweat, and she showed me a photo of her daughter in what looked like traditional dancing costume. She was very glad to see our family picture and the Good Shepherd that Aunt Cathy sent.

I just looked it up, and his name day is 27 December, which was my parents' anniversary, so we'll have more good things to celebrate in Christmastide.

Thank you for your prayers,
Tatko

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Day 3, Visit 2

The laundry came out fine. The visa photo didn't. So we get to have another trip tomorrow.

The afternoon visit was not stupendous. I am always happy to see "Owen", but I don't have quite the knack for sustaining his attention (perhaps impossible), and my bag of tricks is now pretty played out. But tomorrow I will bring a Clif bar. I realize that I have a play-skills gap, and have a hard time being silly with kids - probably an aspect of pride that needs to be mortified - but I don't know many games that don't involve some kind of skill AND are appropriate​ for an 18kg, 1.1m child (because they are mostly aimed at our baby).

That's all for now, thanks for praying, good night.

In Christ,
Tatko