<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172466988289675705</id><updated>2011-07-28T11:45:17.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road To Nazareth</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog of the Yoder family's journey to adopt Nazar.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172466988289675705/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Yoder Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07630237681510986535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172466988289675705.post-8505309051906499649</id><published>2008-12-31T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T15:25:23.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year, and a New Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We are posting today from the home of Jamie's parents in Monticello, Indiana. It has been about six weeks since our last post, and we have a lot of catching up to do. Levi has enjoyed visits with various friends and family members, which are documented in these photos. Jamie's folks visited him in November, and in December he made trips to Los Angeles to visit Steve's family, and Indiana to visit Jamie's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286452587122591426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SV1AnoFjBsI/AAAAAAAAAS8/yOpCLoFDo10/s400/DSC02818a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Jamie's folks (Jim and Judy Hunt) meet Levi for the first time. November 25, 2008. Flagstaff.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, Levi is doing well. Jamie and Levi have spent much of their time catching up on three years' worth of his medical care, which has involved over 23 visits to various doctors and therapists. The biggest concerns have had to do with Levi's heart, his hearing and vision, and digestion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286455059159175986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SV1C3hI_0zI/AAAAAAAAATE/wv9h9-aV17g/s400/DSC03057a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Levi decides to repot a houseplant. November 2008.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286479709829336194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SV1ZSYCwDII/AAAAAAAAATk/rC-JKt6ACfI/s400/DSC02957.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Levi's first visit to Red Rock Crossing, where Steve proposed to Jamie. Sedona, AZ. November 30, 2008.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Ukrainian officials mentioned that he could have a serious heart defect. After arriving in the US, one of our first tasks was to check this out. The pediatric cardiologist stated that it was either going to be very good news, or very bad. Thank God that Levi's heart is completely healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286456348299518450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SV1ECjkAYfI/AAAAAAAAATM/9OjZEx1Jydg/s400/DSC03083a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Levi meets Santa in Jamie's classroom. Santa looks a lot like daddy! December 19, 2008.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Levi's hearing test, however, determined that he has a 60% hearing loss. This is likely the result of untreated ear infections. We have scheduled surgery on January 13th to put in tubes, which may restore much of his hearing. However, there may be permanent damage. Please keep him in your prayers. His hearing loss has likely affected his ability to speak, as well as balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286457569002072450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SV1FJnCLKYI/AAAAAAAAATU/UNKPop3D5Gk/s400/DSC03211a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Levi's first trip to the ocean. December 23, 2008. Laguna Beach, CA.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The G.I. specialist has put Levi on Prevacid to treat acid reflux. She also has instructed us to put him on Pediasure to assist with weight gain. He is also aspirating, which means that, at times, liquid is getting into his lungs. We are working with a feeding specialist to help be more safe and successful in this area.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286461487301605410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SV1Itr1lOCI/AAAAAAAAATc/gXy8qN7YYAE/s400/DSC03276a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christmas Day with Steve's mom (Barbara Yoder). Diamond Bar, CA&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the major stuff on the medical front. In other areas, we see Levi making progress on a regular basis, which is very inspiring. Within 24 hours of arriving in the US (actually, at JFK in NYC), he began to feed himself for the first time. He is vocalizing more frequently, with his favorite word being "dada". With the help of some of Jamie's coworkers, Levi has learned how to sign for "more". He is spending more time walking while we hold his hands, and is learning how to play with various toys. Bath time has evolved from a time of terror to a time of joy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287211552442184706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SV_y5OOodAI/AAAAAAAAATs/hNItnkYW4pg/s400/DSC02809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That's all for now. Happy New Year!  We hope to post more photos of his holiday travels in the upcoming weeks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172466988289675705-8505309051906499649?l=theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com/feeds/8505309051906499649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172466988289675705&amp;postID=8505309051906499649' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172466988289675705/posts/default/8505309051906499649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172466988289675705/posts/default/8505309051906499649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year-and-new-post.html' title='A New Year, and a New Post'/><author><name>The Yoder Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07630237681510986535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SV1AnoFjBsI/AAAAAAAAAS8/yOpCLoFDo10/s72-c/DSC02818a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172466988289675705.post-6949653154988323719</id><published>2008-11-19T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:16:29.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SSQkN-CInxI/AAAAAAAAARs/z7AHJmV-rbs/s1600-h/Levi+Nazar+in+the+Kharkov+Apartment+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270377286339174162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SSQkN-CInxI/AAAAAAAAARs/z7AHJmV-rbs/s400/Levi+Nazar+in+the+Kharkov+Apartment+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We couldn't include any photos in our last post, so here's a few fun ones before we catch you up on everything. Right before we left Kharkov, Levi Nazar decided to show us that he is getting ready to walk! We are excited to see progress every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SSQl4ZzHTOI/AAAAAAAAAR0/u4v9qkhu8bw/s1600-h/DSC02630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270379114858499298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SSQl4ZzHTOI/AAAAAAAAAR0/u4v9qkhu8bw/s400/DSC02630.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leaving Kharkov was one of the biggest adventures of the whole trip. Angelina accompanied us on the overnight train to Kiev. It was a bit stressful, as we had to figure out how to get our six pieces of luggage, and Levi, on the train and into our berth during the short time that it was in the station. With the help of our two drivers we did it, and set off across the Ukrainian steppe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overnight trains are the most popular way to travel across Ukraine. Each ticket cost about $40 USD for the 12-hour trip. Angelina was quite the expert on how to do this, as we were clueless about all the traditions associated with this type of travel. She managed to turn her seat into a bed in a matter of seconds, while Jamie and Steve struggled a bit in the cramped quarters that all four of us shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, four strangers will share this 7' x 7' space, as well as dinner that they bring on board like a potluck. In our travel book, it warned that sometimes thieves will drop sleeping gas into your compartment during the middle of the night to rob you. Angelina laughed and said that that hadn't happened since WWII!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SSRDftPnBKI/AAAAAAAAASc/hFxzuZUUrd8/s1600-h/DSC02721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270411675930395810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SSRDftPnBKI/AAAAAAAAASc/hFxzuZUUrd8/s400/DSC02721.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SSQsdnxU1FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/F32yv2DQKDc/s1600-h/DSC02745+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270386351334020178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SSQsdnxU1FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/F32yv2DQKDc/s400/DSC02745+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Friday, we had one last chance to explore Kiev on foot before departing on Saturday morning for America. Jamie took this photo of Steve and Nazar in Independence Square, which is the heart of Kiev and commemorates the country's independence from the Soviet Union. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SSQumYUhOWI/AAAAAAAAASE/m283Ix0LVwI/s1600-h/Leaving+Kharkov+and+Heading+Home+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270388700828744034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SSQumYUhOWI/AAAAAAAAASE/m283Ix0LVwI/s400/Leaving+Kharkov+and+Heading+Home+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our last night was spent packing, and by now we had become experts on how to use all that luggage to create a playpen for Nazar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK, now to catch up from where our last post left off. On Saturday morning we headed for the airport, where we had a few nervous moments as the Ukrainian authorities questioned Nazar's passport. They couldn't believe that our little one is three years old! We were pulled aside for about 30 minutes, and had to produce the court decree, Levi Nazar's birth certificate, and adoption documents. Eventually, we were allowed through passport control to board the plane. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SSQvGvUOk1I/AAAAAAAAASM/pExZLBQNtTY/s1600-h/DSC02780+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270389256757351250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SSQvGvUOk1I/AAAAAAAAASM/pExZLBQNtTY/s400/DSC02780+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The flight to New York was over 11 hours, and Levi Nazar was a trooper. He just sat in his seat between the two of us and enjoyed his new toys. He slept for a few hours, and only was fussy (as were all of us) during the final hour that we kept circling JFK because of weather.After a restful night at a hotel in NYC, we boarded our final flight to Phoenix. Again, Levi Nazar was a trooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SSQzz_zv8II/AAAAAAAAASU/N8V8eBQv0iQ/s1600-h/DSC02804a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270394432325152898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SSQzz_zv8II/AAAAAAAAASU/N8V8eBQv0iQ/s400/DSC02804a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We finally arrived home just as the sun was setting on Sunday evening, and discovered that our friends had showered the inside and outside of our home with all sorts of welcome signs, gifts, and food. We all appreciated this welcome, including Levi Nazar, who was only half-awake after the long journey to his new home in America. Arthur was happy to see us, and gave his new "brother" a curious sniff or two.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are so thankful for all of the support from folks that have made this possible. In particular, we'd like to thank Andrea Roberts of Reece's Rainbow, Victoria Kats of About a Child, our facilitators Olga and Angelina, our drivers Vladim and Sasha, all of our friends, neighbors, co-workers, and family members who supported us with your encouraging comments, and to our parents, who we can't wait to introduce to Levi Nazar Yoder.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This will not be our last entry to this blog. In the next week or so, we plan to post more of our favorite photos, and in the future we plan to keep you updated on Levi's progress. Thank you all! Now the real journey begins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172466988289675705-6949653154988323719?l=theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com/feeds/6949653154988323719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172466988289675705&amp;postID=6949653154988323719' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172466988289675705/posts/default/6949653154988323719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172466988289675705/posts/default/6949653154988323719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com/2008/11/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming'/><author><name>The Yoder Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07630237681510986535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SSQkN-CInxI/AAAAAAAAARs/z7AHJmV-rbs/s72-c/Levi+Nazar+in+the+Kharkov+Apartment+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172466988289675705.post-7352807559449994610</id><published>2008-11-14T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T08:57:05.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Final Days in Ukraine</title><content type='html'>We arrived in Kiev at 6:30 AM on Wednesday in time to quickly shower at our new apartment before heading to the clinic. This was for Levi Nazar's physical exam, needed for his embassy paperwork. The clinic was very crowded with people. The doctor was extremely abrupt and negative about him, and just as she was telling us all that he would &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; be able to do, he decided to take a stand - literally. He grabbed the doctor by her stethoscope and, as she pulled back, he stood up and just looked at her.  She then stated, "well, I guess he &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; strong!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We next went to the United States Embassy where Steve filed the needed paperwork to receive Levi's visa. On Thurday, we returned to the embassy and were able to finalize all the paperwork in order for us to fly back. We were in the embassy with five other families also adopting from the United States. As a group we took an oath that all the paperwork was filled out truthfully and accurately. Then we were seen one at a time to sign paperwork. After waiting for another hour, we were given a packet to give to the immigration officers in New York City. When we step off the plane in New York, Levi Nazar will become an American citizen. As we left the embassy, Jamie took a few photos of Levi and Steve. When walking back to our driver, Jamie was stopped by an embassy security guard and had to delete all the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we were able to do some sightseeing and pack. Tomorrow (Saturday) we are being picked up at 9:30 AM with our flight leaving Kiev at noon. We will spend tomorrow night in New York City. Our flight leaves Sunday morning at 9:30 to Phoenix. We will post more photos of our final week once we are home, as we aren't able to do so at this location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in America!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172466988289675705-7352807559449994610?l=theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com/feeds/7352807559449994610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172466988289675705&amp;postID=7352807559449994610' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172466988289675705/posts/default/7352807559449994610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172466988289675705/posts/default/7352807559449994610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-final-days-in-ukraine.html' title='Our Final Days in Ukraine'/><author><name>The Yoder Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07630237681510986535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172466988289675705.post-4476613901327476492</id><published>2008-11-11T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T05:57:40.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye to Kharkov</title><content type='html'>In an hour we leave for the overnight train to Kiev.  When the train arrives at the capitol at 6:30 AM, we will head to the US Embassy for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nazar's&lt;/span&gt; appointment with the embassy doctor at 8 AM.   We don't know if we will have Internet service while we are in Kiev, so you may not hear from us until we return to the US--hopefully by this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been our fifth day with Levi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nazar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yoder&lt;/span&gt;, and our hearts are filled with joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172466988289675705-4476613901327476492?l=theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com/feeds/4476613901327476492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172466988289675705&amp;postID=4476613901327476492' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172466988289675705/posts/default/4476613901327476492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172466988289675705/posts/default/4476613901327476492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com/2008/11/goodbye-to-kharkov.html' title='Goodbye to Kharkov'/><author><name>The Yoder Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07630237681510986535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172466988289675705.post-6391229737439311878</id><published>2008-11-10T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:51:48.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Views from Green Forest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRkaQKsW73I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/cyhBF9hFxwY/s1600-h/Getting+Passport+Ready+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267270104237141874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRkaQKsW73I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/cyhBF9hFxwY/s400/Getting+Passport+Ready+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We wanted to share some views of Nazar's home for the past three years. Green Forest Orphanage is home to approximately 130 children, ages birth to seven. Children that live at this orphanage can be typically developing or have various disabilities. These special needs could include crossed eyes, cleft palate, cerebral palsy and Down syndrome. There is also a building for children born with HIV/Aids. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you drive down the long, pot-hole-laden road to get to the orphanage, you notice from a distance that the entire compound is surrounded by this colorful fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRkSYtmQhyI/AAAAAAAAAP8/2pjVvyc_st0/s1600-h/Getting+Passport+Ready+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267261454952728354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRkSYtmQhyI/AAAAAAAAAP8/2pjVvyc_st0/s400/Getting+Passport+Ready+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are five buildings housing children. There is also an administration building, kitchen house, and a laundry building. Levi Nazar lived in the largest two-story building, pictured in the first photo with the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267261752826943170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRkSqDRAVsI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Zkrh04_BW90/s400/Getting+Passport+Ready+129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The building next to where he lived was being&lt;br /&gt;prepared for some much-needed repairs as seen to the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRkUe_5XT6I/AAAAAAAAAQM/ixdTpT1ZtOA/s1600-h/Getting+Passport+Ready+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267263761967173538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRkUe_5XT6I/AAAAAAAAAQM/ixdTpT1ZtOA/s400/Getting+Passport+Ready+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we walked on the dirt path to go visit Nazar, we passed this shed full of old windows, boards, and building supplies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRkU781b0-I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Ht5C3OKRngI/s1600-h/Getting+Passport+Ready+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267264259361592290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRkU781b0-I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Ht5C3OKRngI/s400/Getting+Passport+Ready+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the trail to  Nazar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The gray building in the background appeared to be the laundry facility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The path, although nice for us to walk on, did not seem to take into account the needs of many of the non-ambulatory children that live on the premises. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At various locations on the orphanage grounds there are small vegetable plots with crops like lettuce, beets, and amaranth. This plot was adjacent to his building.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRkW7zmqMxI/AAAAAAAAAQk/yXWwx7ecYEQ/s1600-h/Leading+up+to+Court+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267266455906956050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRkW7zmqMxI/AAAAAAAAAQk/yXWwx7ecYEQ/s400/Leading+up+to+Court+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right outside Nazar's building is this playground. Children enjoyed it on the weekends. Since it is cooler out, Nazar's groupa was not allowed outside to use it, for fear of the children getting sick.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRkYoMAZcxI/AAAAAAAAAQs/rO5_hdH_oUc/s1600-h/Getting+Passport+Ready+005a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267268317883233042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRkYoMAZcxI/AAAAAAAAAQs/rO5_hdH_oUc/s400/Getting+Passport+Ready+005a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the hallway that led to Nazar. Even though we know there are many children living in this building, on most visits we did not see or hear any children. To enter where his groupa is, you take the first door on the left. Inside is a small eating room, playroom, restroom, and bedroom. The bedroom consisted of seven cribs/beds lining the walls&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRkZxYjmjgI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/JemXZWC7LkQ/s1600-h/Getting+Passport+Ready+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267269575382568450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 352px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRkZxYjmjgI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/JemXZWC7LkQ/s400/Getting+Passport+Ready+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;At meal times the caretakers walk from the kitchen to the various groupas, carrying the food in these cloth bags. Inside each is a metal pot typically filled with porridge in the morning and soup and bread for lu&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRkcG3zfrMI/AAAAAAAAARE/DfRXjUqLSXQ/s1600-h/Getting+Passport+Ready+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nch.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRkcqPIyUxI/AAAAAAAAARM/Eggcnp5Ac-w/s1600-h/Getting+Passport+Ready+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267272751129973522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRkcqPIyUxI/AAAAAAAAARM/Eggcnp5Ac-w/s400/Getting+Passport+Ready+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One day, there was a lot of unusual action. We were invited to watch a "dress rehearsal" of a program some children at the orphanage were preparing for upcoming visitors. They were very proud of their performance&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRkdtbRpoKI/AAAAAAAAARU/cPAAQ9-eLVE/s1600-h/Getting+Passport+Ready+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267273905439613090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRkdtbRpoKI/AAAAAAAAARU/cPAAQ9-eLVE/s400/Getting+Passport+Ready+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;During some of our visits we would see children raking leaves or helping to care for the orphanage donkey.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267274486346357458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRkePPUnGtI/AAAAAAAAARc/ZayP0ZuAsz8/s400/Getting+Passport+Ready+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We took this photo just before leaving the orphanage on Friday. It was bittersweet to know that we were finally taking him home with us and that we may never again visit the children and the people who work here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172466988289675705-6391229737439311878?l=theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com/feeds/6391229737439311878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172466988289675705&amp;postID=6391229737439311878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172466988289675705/posts/default/6391229737439311878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172466988289675705/posts/default/6391229737439311878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com/2008/11/views-from-green-forest.html' title='Views from Green Forest'/><author><name>The Yoder Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07630237681510986535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRkaQKsW73I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/cyhBF9hFxwY/s72-c/Getting+Passport+Ready+072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172466988289675705.post-8151703887430911021</id><published>2008-11-08T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T08:33:45.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Check-Out</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a day that we never thought would come. We were able to check Levi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nazar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yoder&lt;/span&gt; out of the orphanage. It was a day filled with emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRWW1JeQabI/AAAAAAAAAO0/YtOq-avyJkI/s1600-h/Getting+Passport+Ready+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266281179099720114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRWW1JeQabI/AAAAAAAAAO0/YtOq-avyJkI/s400/Getting+Passport+Ready+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, we quickly went upstairs to Levi's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;groupa&lt;/span&gt;, where the children were getting ready to have lunch in the meal room (can you find him in the photo?). We gave gifts to the women who have cared for our son for the first three years of his life. We also gave gifts to the children we have grown to care about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then handed Levi's clothing to the caretakers, as instructed by our interpreter Angelina, so they could have him ready when we returned from our next errand. Then we were off to a local government office to check out his "social money". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRWPWmkNXMI/AAAAAAAAAOM/d3UDFtlN1m8/s1600-h/Getting+Passport+Ready+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266272957751975106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRWPWmkNXMI/AAAAAAAAAOM/d3UDFtlN1m8/s400/Getting+Passport+Ready+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back at the orphanage, we gave the money to the director to help care for other children at Green Forest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then signed some papers and were able to say good-bye to the caretakers and bring Levi home. It is hard to come up with the right words to thank the women who are paid practically nothing to take care of the orphaned children in Ukraine. Even though everything may not be done the way we would like to see it, and it feels like you are stepping back several generations in time, these women truly care for the children. They seemed very &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRWSMZmTR-I/AAAAAAAAAOk/lI_FvioHK0I/s1600-h/Getting+Passport+Ready+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;happy for "N&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRWPng7JaJI/AAAAAAAAAOU/4PUcW47XZJ0/s1600-h/Getting+Passport+Ready+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;azari&lt;/span&gt;", as they call him.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRWTOys8tbI/AAAAAAAAAOs/npVGI8RGK5o/s1600-h/Getting+Passport+Ready+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRW-vqqPRBI/AAAAAAAAAPc/kBH7bi1cWJw/s1600-h/Getting+Passport+Ready+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266325065394242578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRW-vqqPRBI/AAAAAAAAAPc/kBH7bi1cWJw/s400/Getting+Passport+Ready+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, we stopped to get one last picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nazar&lt;/span&gt; on the "visiting couch". This is the couch where we met him and where we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;instructed&lt;/span&gt; to spend our earlier visits with him. He is in his new snow suit that we purchased so that he would actually be allowed to leave with us. He's also wearing his new hat that our driver, Sasha, gave to him as a gift. It was a simple, yet kind gesture that we appreciated very much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266284827506374194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRWaJg2L9jI/AAAAAAAAAO8/ZFF-zGcofrY/s400/Getting+Passport+Ready+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, we were on our way to leave the orphanage. What is the first thing Levi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nazar&lt;/span&gt; did with his new family? He fell asleep within two minutes of heading out of the orphanage gates. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRWdARGlHKI/AAAAAAAAAPM/9ZQnFreh4Qo/s1600-h/Getting+Passport+Ready+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266287967196224674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRWdARGlHKI/AAAAAAAAAPM/9ZQnFreh4Qo/s400/Getting+Passport+Ready+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had one last official stop. We needed to sign some papers with the local social worker. We stopped at his office, and then headed to our apartment. We will be picking up Levi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nazar's&lt;/span&gt; passport on Monday or Tuesday, with the tentative plan to take the overnight train to Kiev Tuesday night. We have the weekend to work on being together, before adding trains and planes to the mix!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266288344922807586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRWdWQPnXSI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ECGDhU-dfUw/s400/Getting+Passport+Ready+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt; One last photo. Levi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Nazar&lt;/span&gt; was so happily stimulated with all the changes in his life that he decided none of us needed much sleep on our first night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172466988289675705-8151703887430911021?l=theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com/feeds/8151703887430911021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172466988289675705&amp;postID=8151703887430911021' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172466988289675705/posts/default/8151703887430911021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172466988289675705/posts/default/8151703887430911021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com/2008/11/check-out.html' title='The Check-Out'/><author><name>The Yoder Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07630237681510986535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRWW1JeQabI/AAAAAAAAAO0/YtOq-avyJkI/s72-c/Getting+Passport+Ready+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172466988289675705.post-3707907311297354167</id><published>2008-11-06T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:30:02.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRNHji5RKXI/AAAAAAAAANU/_huMDu-GXJQ/s1600-h/Getting+Passport+Ready+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265631065314240882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 388px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRNHji5RKXI/AAAAAAAAANU/_huMDu-GXJQ/s400/Getting+Passport+Ready+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have spent the past few days splitting our time between visiting the orphanage and doing paperwork in Kharkov. We have been able to get his new birth certificate, Ukrainian social security number for passport, visa photos, passport application and photo. This has involved many hours driving around Kharkov to various places. It has seemed, at times, to be endless, however, we are getting close to our time in Kharkov ending...and then on to Kiev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the above photo, Levi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nazar&lt;/span&gt; had just awakened from his nap after we arrived. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Iliana&lt;/span&gt; on the left, and Maria on the right, are two of the caregivers in his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;groupa&lt;/span&gt;. We could barely communicate with them, but we think they wanted to know if we had voted for Obama or McCain and how we felt about the elections. Before waking up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nazar&lt;/span&gt;, we had a chance to show them the photo album we brought from home. They were very interested and asked many questions through passing our Russian book back and forth and all of us acting things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRNJu2Qh5SI/AAAAAAAAANc/ag9fozPYyGQ/s1600-h/Getting+Passport+Ready+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265633458513896738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRNJu2Qh5SI/AAAAAAAAANc/ag9fozPYyGQ/s400/Getting+Passport+Ready+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After getting Levi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nazar&lt;/span&gt; dressed, they sat him at a table for us to spend time with him. This is the room where the children eat their meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRNKViXtzjI/AAAAAAAAANk/iTamF7lplkU/s1600-h/Getting+Passport+Ready+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265634123190226482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 391px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRNKViXtzjI/AAAAAAAAANk/iTamF7lplkU/s400/Getting+Passport+Ready+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took the time to get our first "official" family portrait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, we'll end this post with a photo from yesterday, when Levi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nazar&lt;/span&gt; enjoyed his first piggy-back ride with his new dad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRNQ5XJlEEI/AAAAAAAAAN8/IGlNcvbbSc0/s1600-h/Getting+Passport+Ready+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265641335723200578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 381px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRNQ5XJlEEI/AAAAAAAAAN8/IGlNcvbbSc0/s400/Getting+Passport+Ready+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172466988289675705-3707907311297354167?l=theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com/feeds/3707907311297354167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172466988289675705&amp;postID=3707907311297354167' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172466988289675705/posts/default/3707907311297354167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172466988289675705/posts/default/3707907311297354167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-cute-photos-by-popular-demand.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>The Yoder Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07630237681510986535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SRNHji5RKXI/AAAAAAAAANU/_huMDu-GXJQ/s72-c/Getting+Passport+Ready+060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172466988289675705.post-2509793514160650133</id><published>2008-11-03T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:05:17.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQ9ai2XGEvI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TsjlKwmJjE8/s1600-h/DSC01874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264526044173832946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQ9ai2XGEvI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TsjlKwmJjE8/s400/DSC01874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Introducing Levi Nazar Yoder! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have chosen the name Levi, which means "to join" in Hebrew. We plan to call him by both his first and middle name during this transition (as it will be hard as we all have known him as Nazar for so long!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 2:00 PM today, we attended court to become &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nazar's&lt;/span&gt; parents. We entered the empty court and sat in the red chairs pictured on the left, next to Angelina, our interpreter. The regional social worker and legal representative of the orphanage sat in the red chairs opposite us. Then the judge entered the room, flanked by two older men who are local adoption authorities. They sat in the three chairs below the national Ukrainian symbol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264535001826379314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQ9isQN4xjI/AAAAAAAAAM8/xGXrWTjrjps/s400/Leading+up+to+Court+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The entire proceedings were held in Ukrainian, and Angelina translated for us. We each were asked to stand (Steve first) and explain to the court why we were here, and why we wanted to adopt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nazar&lt;/span&gt; in particular. We were also asked questions about our jobs, awareness of Nazar's condition, our family, etc., and were given the opportunity to add comments. At this point, Jamie (guided by Angelina) asked if the court would consider having the mandatory 10-day waiting period waived, due to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nazar's&lt;/span&gt; special needs. The judge then asked Angelina, the social worker, and the legal representative if they felt that this was an appropriate request. They each agreed that it was best for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nazar&lt;/span&gt;. It was stated that since being at the orphanage, since his birth, Nazar has never been visited by anyone (until we came along).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQ9BQG6SqlI/AAAAAAAAAMk/CUvrZX3dXE8/s1600-h/DSC02188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264498234408217170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQ9BQG6SqlI/AAAAAAAAAMk/CUvrZX3dXE8/s400/DSC02188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The judge and two men then left the room while we waited for about 20 minutes for their decision. When they returned, the judge then read the eight-page court decree while we stood at attention and Angelina interpreted for the next half-hour. It was one of the longest half-hours of our lives! The whole process was extremely repetitive and each time they mentioned our names or Nazar's it was always followed by each of our birthdays. At the end, the court decreed that it would be in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nazar's&lt;/span&gt; best interest for us to become his parents. They also agreed to waive the mandatory 10-day waiting period. Thank you for your prayers on that one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow we begin another round of paperwork to allow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nazar&lt;/span&gt; to immigrate to America. During this time, he will stay at the orphanage as we have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of running around to do in a cramped taxicab. When that is completed at the regional level, we then travel with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nazar&lt;/span&gt; to Kiev to complete the final documents to be able to come home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We would like to thank each of you reading for your interest, support, and prayers during this journey that has led us to our beautiful son! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172466988289675705-2509793514160650133?l=theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com/feeds/2509793514160650133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172466988289675705&amp;postID=2509793514160650133' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172466988289675705/posts/default/2509793514160650133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172466988289675705/posts/default/2509793514160650133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official!'/><author><name>The Yoder Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07630237681510986535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQ9ai2XGEvI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TsjlKwmJjE8/s72-c/DSC01874.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172466988289675705.post-5394473892532132491</id><published>2008-10-31T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T10:04:37.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out and About....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQsvp8s2Q9I/AAAAAAAAALM/T0IN1FlE2Cg/s1600-h/Wednesday,+October+29+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263352987227931602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQsvp8s2Q9I/AAAAAAAAALM/T0IN1FlE2Cg/s400/Wednesday,+October+29+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now that we have shown you our apartment, we would like to share a few things from along the street we live on. The largest store in the area is Target. Jamie had read about this on other adoption blogs and wondered if it was like our Target. It is a large department store, but it is not exactly like our Target. It has a large grocery area and compartmentalized specialty stores within the building, such as clothing, electronics, cafe, etc. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQs3R2ieXrI/AAAAAAAAAL0/7XBqs2Qq8VY/s1600-h/Wednesday,+October+29+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263361369349971634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQs3R2ieXrI/AAAAAAAAAL0/7XBqs2Qq8VY/s400/Wednesday,+October+29+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Along the mile-long walk to Target there are multiple street vendors. Some are in permanent booths and others are set up on tables or crates along the sidewalk. They sell meats, vegetables, fruits, flowers, clothing, movies, grains, breads, fish, eggs, and many other items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQsqvD7Pc4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/sm9q9rRe5wM/s1600-h/Wednesday,+October+29+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263347577508557698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQsqvD7Pc4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/sm9q9rRe5wM/s400/Wednesday,+October+29+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It does not take long in Ukraine to discover another social issue. There are stray dogs and cats everywhere where you go! The dogs are often in small packs and hang out at the marketplaces. Jamie has bought two bags of pet treats to try and feed the strays, but they were not hungry enough to eat the ones she found. Steve has been concerned she is going to cause a scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Across the street from our apartment is a beautiful park. On one side of the &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQs3-c0z-cI/AAAAAAAAAL8/VwrGIRFD1Fo/s1600-h/Wednesday,+October+29+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263362135541676482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQs3-c0z-cI/AAAAAAAAAL8/VwrGIRFD1Fo/s400/Wednesday,+October+29+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;park is another long row of vendors. Within the park there is a playground, small amusement park, closed-for-the-season miniature golf course, and walking paths. It is beautiful here right now with all of the fall color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQsxThixhSI/AAAAAAAAALU/ZIoEf2NIQJ8/s1600-h/Wednesday,+October+29+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263354801004053794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQsxThixhSI/AAAAAAAAALU/ZIoEf2NIQJ8/s400/Wednesday,+October+29+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday on the way to visit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nazar&lt;/span&gt;, the orphanage staff had moved the orphanage donkey up by the driveway. With some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;encouragement&lt;/span&gt;, Jamie was able to get Steve and Angelina to get beside him for a photo. They feed the donkey a scrap bucket of food scraps from meal preparation for the children. Angelina is our interpreter and paperwork translator. She is kind, enthusiastic, and funny. Finally, we are going to end with our first family photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQszHxIKZSI/AAAAAAAAALk/b6NHazkJyhI/s1600-h/Wednesday,+October+29+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263356798052230434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQszHxIKZSI/AAAAAAAAALk/b6NHazkJyhI/s400/Wednesday,+October+29+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of all three of us together! We cannot wait to dress &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nazar&lt;/span&gt; in boy clothing! In his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;groupa&lt;/span&gt; of seven children, five are boys, and most are dressed in girl clothing. We understand the functionality of the situation. This is obviously and understandably not a priority.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQsnVh0tMQI/AAAAAAAAAKs/cnUBo2-T2JM/s1600-h/Wednesday,+October+29+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172466988289675705-5394473892532132491?l=theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com/feeds/5394473892532132491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172466988289675705&amp;postID=5394473892532132491' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172466988289675705/posts/default/5394473892532132491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172466988289675705/posts/default/5394473892532132491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com/2008/10/out-and-about.html' title='Out and About....'/><author><name>The Yoder Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07630237681510986535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQsvp8s2Q9I/AAAAAAAAALM/T0IN1FlE2Cg/s72-c/Wednesday,+October+29+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172466988289675705.post-8404774055506124316</id><published>2008-10-31T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T06:53:42.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Kharkov</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQsHSL9KcZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/RFFtD9tfMFQ/s1600-h/Wednesday,+October+29+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263308598540923282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQsHSL9KcZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/RFFtD9tfMFQ/s400/Wednesday,+October+29+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today we did not visit the orphanage so we thought we would share with you a snapshot of where we live in Kharkov. First of all, Kharkov is a big city. It is the second largest in Ukraine. It is located in the northeast part of the country, just 20 miles from the Russian border, and its population is 1,500,000. Kharkov is one of the main industrial, cultural and educational centers of Ukraine. There are 13 universities here! The city is known for the manufacturing of aircraft, armoured vehicles, and tractors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are living in a residential section of Kharkov with dozens of Soviet-style highrise apartments. Steve says that the area reminds him of those National Geographic articles about the USSR from the 1970s. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQsGkRgaVlI/AAAAAAAAAJs/wAT-nR7sSc0/s1600-h/Wednesday,+October+29+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263307809756960338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQsGkRgaVlI/AAAAAAAAAJs/wAT-nR7sSc0/s400/Wednesday,+October+29+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQsHCI1euFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/frsjUPNgu9Y/s1600-h/Wednesday,+October+29+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When you first look at the buildings they seem old and as if they might be falling apart. However, we are always surprised at how nice the interior of the apartment is once we are actually on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQsK7KJqCKI/AAAAAAAAAKU/IkJhfzCj-vk/s1600-h/Wednesday,+October+29+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263312600965974178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQsK7KJqCKI/AAAAAAAAAKU/IkJhfzCj-vk/s400/Wednesday,+October+29+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We receive one English-language TV station. It is CNN--Europe. We have a small clothes-washing machine in the bathroom, and a clothes-drying rack in the bedroom. For entertainment, we listen to our neighbor playing the piano and clarinet for hours, but they are really pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQsJOwQBawI/AAAAAAAAAKM/50aBOGYIq0c/s1600-h/Wednesday,+October+29+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQsHxNNQCqI/AAAAAAAAAKE/XJRjzO6Iz1Y/s1600-h/Wednesday,+October+29+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQsMtjip6UI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7tCB4b_ysd8/s1600-h/Wednesday,+October+29+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263314566286797122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQsMtjip6UI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7tCB4b_ysd8/s400/Wednesday,+October+29+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQsHxNNQCqI/AAAAAAAAAKE/XJRjzO6Iz1Y/s1600-h/Wednesday,+October+29+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172466988289675705-8404774055506124316?l=theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com/feeds/8404774055506124316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172466988289675705&amp;postID=8404774055506124316' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172466988289675705/posts/default/8404774055506124316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172466988289675705/posts/default/8404774055506124316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-in-kharkov.html' title='Life in Kharkov'/><author><name>The Yoder Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07630237681510986535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQsHSL9KcZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/RFFtD9tfMFQ/s72-c/Wednesday,+October+29+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172466988289675705.post-7855281853084561844</id><published>2008-10-29T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T07:43:44.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to Know Nazar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQhxaFrfc0I/AAAAAAAAAJc/HD7jSM4Wv44/s1600-h/DSC01862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262580857597555522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQhxaFrfc0I/AAAAAAAAAJc/HD7jSM4Wv44/s400/DSC01862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQhxOwQKN_I/AAAAAAAAAJU/a1lW_CGWDOc/s1600-h/DSC01899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262580662867212274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQhxOwQKN_I/AAAAAAAAAJU/a1lW_CGWDOc/s400/DSC01899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQhxEkOdUII/AAAAAAAAAJM/13RKsTvftG8/s1600-h/Nazar%27s+Shots+and+Second+Kharkov+Apartment+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262580487840157826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQhxEkOdUII/AAAAAAAAAJM/13RKsTvftG8/s400/Nazar%27s+Shots+and+Second+Kharkov+Apartment+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks for all of your comments, support, and for sharing our journey.  It is encouraging to read what you have to say.   We have been without access to a reliable Internet connection for awhile now, but we think we have resolved the issue and can post more frequently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since our last entry, we have been able to visit Nazar three times, as you can see from his wardrobe changes.  By the way, when the orphange caretakers see us coming, they immediately begin putting another layer of clothes and hat on him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The final photo shows us taking Nazar to the hospital for some recommended tests.  Six of us crammed into the small taxicab for the wild ride back into town, which included being pulled over by the police.  We aren't sure why, but it had nothing to do with the fact that Nazar wasn't in a car seat, or that nobody was wearing seat belts.  Neither safety devices seem to be used much in Ukraine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We received some very good news yesterday!  We have our court date to finalize our adoption on Monday, November 3rd at 2:00.  Angelina, our interpreter, also came hurriedly out of the courthouse yesterday to exclaim that, even though she thought it was going to be impossible, she believes she was able to waive the mandatory ten-day wait period that is in place for most adoptions.  This is such a blessing to us on so many different levels!  This will allow us to finish the documents needed to leave the country so much quicker and may reduce our stay in Ukraine by up to two weeks.  This will be best for Nazar so he can have his health checked and for all of us to begin our lives together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172466988289675705-7855281853084561844?l=theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com/feeds/7855281853084561844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172466988289675705&amp;postID=7855281853084561844' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172466988289675705/posts/default/7855281853084561844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172466988289675705/posts/default/7855281853084561844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com/2008/10/getting-to-know-nazar.html' title='Getting to Know Nazar'/><author><name>The Yoder Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07630237681510986535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQhxaFrfc0I/AAAAAAAAAJc/HD7jSM4Wv44/s72-c/DSC01862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172466988289675705.post-6026425636042834246</id><published>2008-10-25T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T07:09:33.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Introducing....Nazar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQMhaBODw_I/AAAAAAAAAJE/G300TL5BGlQ/s1600-h/Copy+of+Friday,+October+24+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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Our entourage of two cars--consisting of &lt;st2:givenname st="on"&gt;Steve&lt;/st2:givenname&gt;, &lt;st2:givenname st="on"&gt;Jamie&lt;/st2:givenname&gt;, &lt;st2:givenname st="on"&gt;Olga&lt;/st2:givenname&gt; (our facilitator) &lt;st2:givenname st="on"&gt;Angelina&lt;/st2:givenname&gt; (our paperwork translator), the regional social worker, and our two drivers--headed out to the Green Forest Regional Special Needs Orphanage. Nazar's home is located about 20 minutes south of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Kharkov&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, in a small village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is NO way to describe what it felt like to pull up to the small cluster of old buildings, walk single-file to the baby house, and enter the room where we waited on a couch for the orphanage workers to bring Nazar out to see us. A nice lady brought him out to the room, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQMhTasbwxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/nDayp-PIjLE/s400/Copy+of+Friday,+October+24+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261085407165793042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;stood him up in front of us, and walked him toward us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie got to hold him first, followed by Steve.  He is so tiny! Although he is three years old, he only weighs about 16 pounds.  The workers call him the "little mite".  (In these photos, he's wearing about three layers of clothing, as the orphanage is cold).  He reached out to our faces and seemed to wonder who in the world we were.  He was a bit drowsy, as he had just been awakened from a nap, and he sat down a few times to snooze away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Nazar doesn't talk yet, and was quiet the whole time, although he smiled a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent about 25 minutes with him, while our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt; entourage watched and smiled (except for the social worker, who was rather stern-faced the whole time),  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;and then it was time for us to go.  We will return to see him tomorrow, and will be allowed to spend a little more time with each visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQMhGrvSZKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2oHJQ9ovPgg/s1600-h/Copy+of+Friday,+October+24+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQMhGrvSZKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2oHJQ9ovPgg/s400/Copy+of+Friday,+October+24+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261085188402865314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQMg_dO6hnI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-M6x_V3ODhg/s1600-h/Copy+of+Friday,+October+24+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQMg_dO6hnI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-M6x_V3ODhg/s400/Copy+of+Friday,+October+24+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261085064249902706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172466988289675705-6026425636042834246?l=theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com/feeds/6026425636042834246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172466988289675705&amp;postID=6026425636042834246' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172466988289675705/posts/default/6026425636042834246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172466988289675705/posts/default/6026425636042834246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-introducingnazar.html' title='And Introducing....Nazar!'/><author><name>The Yoder Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07630237681510986535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQMhaBODw_I/AAAAAAAAAJE/G300TL5BGlQ/s72-c/Copy+of+Friday,+October+24+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172466988289675705.post-7052565121971423941</id><published>2008-10-25T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T05:28:53.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting The Lavra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQMQ4CCDFfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/H85YCXfMZWc/s1600-h/Friday,+October+24+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261067344503051762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQMQ4CCDFfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/H85YCXfMZWc/s400/Friday,+October+24+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A quick post here. On Wednesda&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQMJHX7s5YI/AAAAAAAAAFE/K7icoQGCWsM/s1600-h/Friday,+October+24+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y the 22nd, we visited one of the most important sites in Ukranian culture--The Lavra. We felt it would be a good way to know more about Nazar's heritage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Orthodox Christianity, a lavra is a cave for monastic hermits. Kiev's lavra is located in the center of the city, along the banks of the Dnieper River. Over the years, several chapels, monastaries, and churches have been built on the site. It is a UNESCO World Heritage Site.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The coolest part was visiting the catacombs, which are caves located underneath the site. After lighting a candle, you follow a stream of religious pilgrims down into the tunnels, which extend for miles. Once your eyes adjust, you notice that there are niches that hold dozens of monks laying in glass coffins. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQMPrVfUtxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/namyZcnDkYI/s1600-h/Friday,+October+24+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261066026876188434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQMPrVfUtxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/namyZcnDkYI/s400/Friday,+October+24+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Their bodies have been partially preserved in the cave air. We had never experienced anything like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQMPrVfUtxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/namyZcnDkYI/s1600-h/Friday,+October+24+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After leaving the Lavra, we boarded a plane for Kharkov. Tomorrow, Nazar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172466988289675705-7052565121971423941?l=theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com/feeds/7052565121971423941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172466988289675705&amp;postID=7052565121971423941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172466988289675705/posts/default/7052565121971423941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172466988289675705/posts/default/7052565121971423941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com/2008/10/visiting-lavra.html' title='Visiting The Lavra'/><author><name>The Yoder Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07630237681510986535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SQMQ4CCDFfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/H85YCXfMZWc/s72-c/Friday,+October+24+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172466988289675705.post-6351919684263365313</id><published>2008-10-21T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T15:00:28.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First 24 Hours in the Ukraine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SP4qxbCK73I/AAAAAAAAAEM/jjKEo_EqcAI/s1600-h/Copy+of+Picture+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259688443374137202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SP4qxbCK73I/AAAAAAAAAEM/jjKEo_EqcAI/s320/Copy+of+Picture+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our first 24 hours in the Ukraine have been exciting and exhausting. We arrived in Kiev Monday morning after a (fortunately) uneventful trip from Flagstaff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we stepped off the plane, we kept an eye out for Alex. He was to be waiting with our name on a sign to guide us through customs. Jamie was excited to feel like a VIP. Sure enough, Alex was standing at the entrance to customs, in plain view of the entire load of passengers, boldly holding a sign that read "Oder". This slightly horrified Jamie, but this is what you get when you marry into the Yoder clan! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being whisked through customs (while everyone else waited), we then kept an eye out for Vladim, our driver. Sure enough, he was standing at the airport entrance doors holding a sign that read "Yorder". :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259690086766967522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SP4sRFJjeuI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Nu3ACEJk5Ew/s320/Copy+of+Picture+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;What a nice guy. He took us to get groceries on the way to the apartment, and insisted on pushing our cart while he helped us select our food. He treated us like royalty. At one point, he insisted strongly, by physically placing her in the seat, that Jamie not leave the van while Steve helped unload the luggage in the cold air. When Steve asked him if he was born in Kiev, he said that his family has lived here since 1490! We hope to have him again as our driver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived at our apartment that afternoon and crashed for a few hours. Then Olga, our facilitator, met us to explain the adoption process, as well as buy a cell phone for us to use. We are very impressed with her. She is efficient, helpful, and sharp. We crashed again for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today (Tuesday) was the date for our apointment with the SDA (State Department of Adoption).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We began the day by making breakfast in our three-room apartment. It is located right in the center of Kiev in a beautiful old building. It has a bedroom, living room, kitchen, and bathroom. After breakfast, we ventured out for a few&lt;br /&gt;hours on our own. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259678864459240194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="254" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SP4iD2y5EwI/AAAAAAAAADk/xTC7mue8aGM/s320/Copy+of+Picture+057.jpg" width="187" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SP4iJY3H-OI/AAAAAAAAADs/qUwZqVN7ia4/s1600-h/Copy+of+Picture+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259678959503145186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="255" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SP4iJY3H-OI/AAAAAAAAADs/qUwZqVN7ia4/s320/Copy+of+Picture+051.jpg" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259678740955170818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" height="298" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SP4h8qtOiAI/AAAAAAAAADc/1i3sa7d6IvQ/s320/Copy+of+Picture+061.jpg" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SP4iJY3H-OI/AAAAAAAAADs/qUwZqVN7ia4/s1600-h/Copy+of+Picture+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We strolled down the main road to a public square &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SP4waY4CZNI/AAAAAAAAAEk/WTsdKA_NDno/s1600-h/Copy+of+Picture+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259694644727538898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SP4waY4CZNI/AAAAAAAAAEk/WTsdKA_NDno/s320/Copy+of+Picture+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;filled with impressive monuments. We also had our first glimpses of the famous Ukrainian babushkas (grandmothers), some of whom were selling flowers on the streets. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SP42RobAKxI/AAAAAAAAAE0/48JnZu4b5zA/s1600-h/Copy+of+Picture+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259701091351669522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SP42RobAKxI/AAAAAAAAAE0/48JnZu4b5zA/s320/Copy+of+Picture+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Many of them have not had an easy life during this time of transition from communism to capitalism.  They have lost social retirement assistance and so many must continue to work.   Still, folks we have talked to do not wish to go back to the old days of communism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch we met Olga for the 25-minute walk to the SDA. Below is a photo of Steve standing at the entrance to the building. Our appointment was brief, maybe 25 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SP4zuFHKpiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rKtRFyK39BE/s1600-h/Copy+of+Picture+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259698281554552354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SP4zuFHKpiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rKtRFyK39BE/s320/Copy+of+Picture+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, the psychologist asked us questions about our motivations for adopting, and shared a photo of Nazar that we hadn't seen before, taken when he was a newborn. It is Nazar's only photo as a newborn, and Olga stated that she would make sure we receive a copy of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We wished we could learn more about him, but that will have to wait.  It was difficult to hear him referred to as an invalid, but that is the way it is here.   They seemed puzzled that we would adopt a child with Down syndrome, and wanted to know why?  We both explained our beliefs and feelings regarding the worth, joy and potential that we believe all children possess.  The psychologist stated she was grateful that there are people in the world willing to accept a child as this, as the Ukraine does currently not have social programs or future for invalids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We showed the psychologist a family photo album that we had created for the meeting, and when we got to the photo of Judy (Jamie's mom) waterskiing this past summer, the psychologist called the other government official over to view this photo. They were quite impressed with this babushka!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SP49KeWlS5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/hNggjf3ZsQs/s1600-h/Copy+of+Picture+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259708664971086738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SP49KeWlS5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/hNggjf3ZsQs/s320/Copy+of+Picture+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At our meeting, we were given a referal to meet Nazar. We stopped to get this photo of Jamie and Olga in front of St. Anderw's Church before taking a taxicab through rush-hour traffic to purchase fares for tomorrow's flight to Kharkov. Steve was impressed with the driving skills of our cabbie, and particularly enjoyed the part when the man manuevered down the pedestrian-covered SIDEWALK for a portion of the ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a long walk back to the apartment, Jamie rested while (you probably guessed) Steve wrote much of the entry to this blog. Can't wait for the next 24 hours, when we get closer to seeing Nazar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172466988289675705-6351919684263365313?l=theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com/feeds/6351919684263365313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172466988289675705&amp;postID=6351919684263365313' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172466988289675705/posts/default/6351919684263365313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172466988289675705/posts/default/6351919684263365313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-first-24-hours-in-ukraine.html' title='Our First 24 Hours in the Ukraine'/><author><name>The Yoder Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07630237681510986535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SP4qxbCK73I/AAAAAAAAAEM/jjKEo_EqcAI/s72-c/Copy+of+Picture+055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172466988289675705.post-1318032583733543708</id><published>2008-10-12T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T12:39:49.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SPL7SuLbdSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8OW9eY58wQA/s1600-h/Nazar+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SPL7SuLbdSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8OW9eY58wQA/s320/Nazar+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256540014146975010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back in January of 2008, while surfing the net, we came across &lt;a href="http://www.reecesrainbow.com/"&gt;Reece's Rainbow&lt;/a&gt;.  This nonprofit organization is dedicated to finding homes for orphans with Downs syndrome and children with other developmental disabilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had been considering adoption for some time, and were open to adopting a child with special needs.  After viewing photos and reading the stories of children who were  at risk for institutionalization, we were drawn to  Nazar from  Ukraine.  His name means "Nazareth".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After months of paperwork, prayer, and preparation we are now in the Ukraine to bring Nazar home.&lt;br /&gt;While in the Ukraine, we will be able to make updates to this blog, so that you can follow our journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172466988289675705-1318032583733543708?l=theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com/feeds/1318032583733543708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172466988289675705&amp;postID=1318032583733543708' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172466988289675705/posts/default/1318032583733543708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172466988289675705/posts/default/1318032583733543708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theroadtonazareth.blogspot.com/2008/10/beginning.html' title='The Beginning'/><author><name>The Yoder Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07630237681510986535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AwKVHnK-0V8/SPL7SuLbdSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8OW9eY58wQA/s72-c/Nazar+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry></feed>
