Dear friends,

            I must guess that some of you who haven't heard from me since last summer have wondered what happened with our adoption?  Let me quickly apologize for not making time to write and assure you that everything went well and is going well.  Sasha is great and we couldn't be happier.  I’ve been working on sending something now for quite sometime, but I just never finish the letter and assembling of a collection of photos.  Now it is just after Thanksgiving and ski season has already started.  In any event, on to my summary of our Russian trips composed over a period of time.  You’ll need to look at Sasha’s web site, http://home.comcast.net/~arsampson , for the pictures that go along with this story.

 

(10 Nov 03)

I'm taking advantage of quiet time now (10 Nov) to begin this letter somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean on my return flight from South Africa (a couple of hours ago we landed in the Cape Verde Islands for refueling).  I am really looking forward to getting home.  Perhaps I’ll say more about this trip at a later date.  I had been planning to post a set of pictures on our web site, but just haven’t managed to get around to it, so I’ll probably just attach a few photos here.

            You will recall that our first trip to Russia, the first week of June, went well and involved just a couple of days in Maikop, the city nearest Sasha’s orphanage, seeing Sasha and doing some necessary paperwork.  [Sasha & Mama, in our hotel room, 3 June]  This was followed by a couple of fun days in Moscow, joined by both Sveta (who happens to be in NYC right now) and Tanya.  [Sveta & Tanya in Moscow, 5 June]

Our second trip to pick up Sasha and take him home took place the first two weeks of August.  The day after our arrival in Moscow (Aug 2) we flew to Krasnodar---1st/business class because there were no coach seats left; we didn't appreciate spending the money, but we sure appreciated the space compared to coach/"sardine" class on a vintage YAK-42 jetliner.  But I shouldn't complain too much in view of the position I'm in right now on this 747 where it is almost impossible to use my laptop, squeezed as it is against my stomach with the screen at a sub-optimal.angle. 

            We were picked up in Krasnodar, as before, by Denis, our driver/caseworker, and Igor, our translater.  [Igor & Denis, 4 Aug]  These guys were just great and we are greatly thankful for them.  If we were ever to go through something like this again (and we are not currently planning to!), these are the guys we would want to work with.  It was hot.  After the 2-hr drive to Maikop, we made the 1-hr drive to the village of Sasha's orphanage where he was staying at the home of a teacher because the school is closed during the summer.  We were only able to visit briefly at this point as he was not allowed to come and stay with us until after the court hearing, scheduled for the next day, Aug 4.  For the court hearing the next day, Denis drove again from Maikop to this village near his school to pick up his teacher as a representative of the school and a woman who was essentially the chief school district administrator.  Both of them were required for the court hearing.  Everything started out smoothly at the 10:00 am court hearing, attended by our team of 4 (Denis, Igor, teacher, and school district administrator), the judge, and a state prosecutor, until the judge surprised our team by asking whether the woman who had housed and cared for Sasha for the month or two before he was placed in the orphanage, or the family now taking care of his half-sister, had been asked if they would take/adopt Sasha!  You can imagine our feelings at the possibility that something could go wrong after this one year process.  There had been no contact with either of these two families in the 2 1/2 years since Sasha had been taken away from his mother and stepfather.by the courts.  Our hearing was recessed until 3:30 in the afternoon so that they could be contacted  All that was available were addresses.  Nonetheless, Denis was confident that he could find them in the village near Krasnodar where they lived, a 2-hour drive away.  He not only found them but came back with 2 notarized letters saying that these families could not adopt Sasha and that they were happy that we were doing so.  The court session resumed and concluded successfully, with the all-important granting of our request to wave the formally required 10-day waiting period following any court decision.  It would have been a crushing blow if we had had to spend another 10 days before we could take Sasha from Maikop. 

            There was an unanticipated benefit to the unexpected anxiety-producing turn of events at our court hearing: we were put in touch with the family of Sasha's half sister and on the return trip from Maikop to Krasnodar for the flight back to Moscow, we were able to visit them and Sasha saw his half sister for the first time in 2 1/2 years.  Sasha's half-sister, Faina, is living with the family of the brother of Sasha's stepfather and they welcomed us warmly.  In fact, it was quite a family gathering with lots of little kids, babushkas (grandmothers) and friends, refreshments and thankful toasts to us.  Sasha gave Faina a little present he had wrapped and he has since sent her a birthday present.  [w/ Faina’s family, 6 Aug]

            Before that happened, following the court hearing our now happy team drove back out to the village of his school to return the teacher and administrator to their homes and pick up Sasha.  (Denis has now made this 2-hr round-trip journey twice, along with the 4-hr round-trip drive for the notarized letters from the families mentioned above!)  Incidentally, we had given or sent Sasha various clothes and toys in the time since he first visited in August 2002, and had even left a suitcase with him in June in hopes that we might be able to bring some of this back home, but that isn't the way it works.  We got Sasha with the t-shirt and shorts he was wearing, and that was it.  In Maikop we outfitted him in the new clothes we had brought (and had to go shopping to buy him some more underwear).  [Sasha trying on new clothes, 4 Aug]  We had to spend a 3 more nights in Maikop to arrange his passport and other documents.  We met up with another family from the Seattle area who were adopting two older (13-14) year old brothers.  They were still in Maikop (staying with a Russian family, rather than a hotel like us) because the 10-day waiting period for their adoption had not been waived.  But they were amazingly adaptive/resilient, taking this all in stride and enjoying there stay with a large Russian family.  We enjoyed visiting this family and doing a little shopping in Maikop, but nothing else noteworthy happened over the next couple of days before we left to visit Sasha’s half-sister’s family and fly back to Moscow.

            Back in Moscow we were met at the airport, as usual, by our Russian-caretaker Svetlana (not “our Sveta”) and our driver.  As we had to stay over a weekend and process papers at both the U.S. Embassy and Russian consulate, we were to spend another 7 days before flying home.  All the formal paperwork went smoothly.  Waiting for us in Moscow at the Hotel Ukraina were Tanya again, this time with her boyfriend Vanya.  The next day (Friday, Aug 8) Oleg arrived from the Ukraine.  We have to say that we had just a great time.  Sasha was always on the hand of either Oleg, Tanya or Vanya.  Here is a photo of the gang at our favorite Moscow restaurant, “Moo-Moo” (translated from Russian!).  [Dinner at “MooMoo” in Moscow, 8 Aug]  We saw sights, went shopping, almost saw a show at the “Dolphinarium”, did see a movie (Lora Croft in Toomraiders II?) and had a great time on the amusement park rides at Gorky Park.  [All wet at Gorky Park, 11 Aug]   Later this day Tanya and Vanya had to leave for their flight home, and then Oleg left the next day, leaving the three of us to continue riding the Moscow Metro alone. We successfully found a large park at which there is a small ski hill and a very large ski jump (you could ski right past the bottom of the chairlift and into the Moscow River if you were so inclined) near Moscow State University. 

            Due to the fact that we were unable to get an Aeroflot flight directly back to Seattle, we took advantage of our necessary return route through NYC and rented a car and drove up to New England for a couple of days.   Rick and Suzi were the first of our friends to meet Sasha as we stayed with them in Connecticult for one evening (just before the big power black-out) and then drove to Cape Cod where Sasha met Grandma and Grandpa as well as his uncles, aunts and cousins from New Hampshire (except, unfortunately, for Joe).  Sasha loves the water and had a great time at the beach.  He really enjoyed meeting his young cousins and was especially thankful for the scooter and bike that Mike gave him.

            [I’ll interrupt this narrative now and probably finish writing and editing with Sandy when I get back to Seattle.  I have to save some battery for some real work I must do for a presentation I’m making at a site visit on Wednesday.]

 

[11/21/03] 

            Two weeks later and I’m getting back to this.  In fact, the timing is good as we had our first parent-teacher conference last night with Sasha’s teacher.  He is in a “bilingual orientation center” 4th grade class together with 11 Mexicans and 1 Philippino.  He is really doing great.  To quote his teacher:  “Sasha has made many new friends.  He enjoys school and can’t understand why some others don’t. … Sasha is enthusiastic.  He loves everything we do and tries to do his best.”  In fact, he is progressing fast enough that he may be ready to exit this class and move into a regular 4th grade class by the end of January.  And that is great progress.  Sandy works with him every night on phonics and reading.

            The photo above shows him with two other Russian adoptees at a birthday party for his good friend Sergei (now Aidan) on the right.  [Max, Sasha & Sergei, 30 Sept] Since his arrival back in Seattle Sasha has especially enjoyed swimming and biking.  He doesn’t have any real athletic background, but he is really looking forward to skiing (on new skis thanks to Uncle Jeff!) and can’t wait to see snow and go to the mountains.  We’ll be skiing at Whistler on his birthday, Dec. 20.  He has just started to play on an 8-9 yr old recreational basketball team.  Having seen one practice I must say that my son is somewhat clueless out on the court at this stage, but he sure is enjoying it.  In fact, I don’t think he understands how serious sports should be!  He runs around in drills with a big grin on his face!  Indeed, more than one person has commented on how happy he is all the time.  He has a great smile and a good heart.  And he is a pretty good eater too.  You can see in the picture with Sandy that he loves crab!  [Eating crab, 5 Oct]  We can’t believe how lucky we are!  I guess that God decided that we were to be gifted with wonderful Russian-speaking kids!  He is rambunctious, funny, and affectionate.  He also loves music and is singing with a small children’s choir at St Patrick’s.  (We’ve got an adorable video of him singing a considerable solo at graduation ceremonies at his orphanage in Russia.  I’ll try to convert it to digital so I can send out a short clip.)  Of course, there have been blow-ups.  He is strong-willed, has a temper, and can put on a pretty serious pout when he doesn’t get his way, but that is getting better. Our little guy is also quite the “know-it-all” for someone so young.

 

 

[1 Dec 03]

Well, the leaves are pretty much gone from the tree in front of our house and the ski areas are getting an early start this year.  [Japanese maple & Sasha, 16 Nov]  In fact, we took Sasha for his first day skiing at Snoqualmie Pass this past Saturday after Thanksgiving.  He loved it, totally exhausted himself, and can’t stop talking about when we can go skiing again.  [Moma & Sasha on the slopes; Moma & Sasha after skiing, 29 Nov] 

 

We’re sorry to be missing our friends back east this Christmas, but we decided that Sasha’s first Christmas in America should be spent “at home”.  We still have plenty of space for visitors, so come on out and meet our new son!

 

 

 

Love,

Paul