Things here in Moscow are going good. My new mama and papa seem to be nice. I like papa the best, he has these cool glasses and a scratchy face. He can also lift me up and schoop me down in all sorts of ways. Here are a few pictures of him and I blowing kisses.
Mama is ok, I guess. She gives me good food, and feeds it to me herself. Doesn't she know that I was already feeding myself at the orphanage? She just mutters on about some "a" word I hear a lot...um...attachment, that's it. Who knows...I just open up and enjoy the new yummy foods. She does let me use the sippy cup (I really love that thing!) and eat toast on my own.
I really do like playing with these two people, but sometimes I like to see how much I can get away with. When I do this, I usually hear "nyet", which makes me cry and throw things. But mama and papa are there to hug me and make me feel better.
I passed the American Embassy doctor's exam today. The nice doctor came really early, 6:30 am! Mama had to wake me up! He said that I was healthy, he picked me up and called me a "tank"! What does that mean?! Tomorrow mama and papa have to take me to the Embassy and have an interview, then on Saturday, they say we can go home.
Mama and Papa took me for a walk this morning. I rode in the stroller, then walked for a little bit, then wanted to be carried. I chased a pigeon, I loved that! We took a break at Starbucks. Mama said that the coffee is overpriced, especially in Moscow, but it feels like home.
Paka Paka from Angelina!