<?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-6540839518300696165</id><updated>2011-10-27T22:29:56.943+03:00</updated><category term='I'/><category term='s'/><title type='text'>Underwood Family Adoption</title><subtitle type='html'>"A Father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in His holy dwelling. God sets the lonely in families."  Psalm 68:5-6a.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540839518300696165.post-6166347872521079990</id><published>2008-11-11T00:37:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T00:38:07.408+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Blog</title><content type='html'>Hey, we are not posting to this blog anymore.  To see what we are up to now, go to our new blog: stillourgirl.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-6166347872521079990?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/6166347872521079990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=6166347872521079990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/6166347872521079990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/6166347872521079990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-new-blog.html' title='Our New Blog'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540839518300696165.post-1292355271357681342</id><published>2008-02-29T05:33:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T05:50:29.844+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Home for a Month</title><content type='html'>What a month it has been!  Time has really flown by as we have been adjusting to the new family structure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris is doing great.  It has been fun and, at times, challenging watching him try to understand how he fits in into our family.  He is a hard-charging dude.  He loves to ride bikes and Ripstick.  Anything involving a ball is good with him.  I took him out for a backyard football game with some of the boys and he fit right in.   We went on a 6.5 mile hike at Oak Mtn. State Park.  He and I ran the last 2 miles of it.  He nearly died, but he would not quit or let his dad pass him by....Ukrainian pride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times he wears the other 3 of our children out.  He has the attention span of a gnat.  Our biggest challenge has been getting him to slow down and focus on a task. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O my gosh, he can eat.  He is not very picky.  He is a meat and potatoes guy.  He reminds me of the old farmer appetite.  Eggs in the morning.  Plenty of bread with everything.  And he likes Texmex!  He is all about going to Moe's.  Last night we went to a local Chinese restaurant, Hunan 2 (read that Hunan Dos).  It is situated next door to a Mexican restaurant.  The waiters there are ALL Mexican.  He was unsettled by the fact that we had him in such a multicultural environment.  He thought that we were giving him sub-standard Chinese food.  He asked me where they had real Chinese food here (as he pulled his eyebrows upward). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris's English is amazing at this stage.  He is speaking so well and we rarely need a translator.  He even talked to his 3 year old cousin on the phone today.  He is involved in a Russian-speaking Bible study at our church.  We continue to pray that God will open up Chris's heart to the truth of the Gospel.  I am reminded every day that he is looking for authentic Christianity in our home-even if he won't say that he is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will go for now.  If there are any questions from anyone who reads this, send them on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Ande&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-1292355271357681342?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/1292355271357681342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=1292355271357681342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/1292355271357681342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/1292355271357681342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2008/02/home-for-month.html' title='Home for a Month'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540839518300696165.post-5636305334536067366</id><published>2008-01-25T22:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T22:16:43.796+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Home!</title><content type='html'>There was a bit of an issue with a friendly neighborhood custom's agent, which caused Paula and Chris to miss their flight from New York to Atlanta.  They did get another flight out of Laguardia, but would have to spend the night in Atlanta.  I decided to go and get them so that they could sleep in their own beds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be at Jim and Nick's on hwy. 280 at 4:00 this afternoon.  Even though this is short notice, we would love to see anyone who wants to drop by.  If not, we will all have some great bbq!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-5636305334536067366?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/5636305334536067366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=5636305334536067366' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/5636305334536067366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/5636305334536067366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2008/01/home.html' title='Home!'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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-6540839518300696165.post-6719303570466703697</id><published>2008-01-24T03:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T03:26:42.440+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>Praise God, Paula and Chris are confirmed for a flight into Birmingham from Atlanta on Thursday night.  They should get in at 10:30.  Thanks for journeying down the road with us.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Underwoods&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-6719303570466703697?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/6719303570466703697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=6719303570466703697' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/6719303570466703697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/6719303570466703697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2008/01/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540839518300696165.post-1287461804522781110</id><published>2008-01-22T15:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T15:37:47.650+02:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Step</title><content type='html'>Paula got the passport yesterday and the physical done today.  We are so grateful that there is just one more step- the Visa, which she should have tomorrow at 2:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, they are set to leave on Thursday about noon.  Please pray that Paula (using a skymiles ticket) can get the final connection from Atlanta to Birmingham.  Chris is confirmed all the way home.  He is so excited about seeing everyone at the airport.  He asked Paula if I could drive to the Atlanta airport and take them to the Birmingham airport if she was unable to get a seat.  The flight should be in Birmingham at 10:30 pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone for all of your prayers.  Once we are all back together, the fun really starts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-1287461804522781110?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/1287461804522781110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=1287461804522781110' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/1287461804522781110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/1287461804522781110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-more-step.html' title='One More Step'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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-6540839518300696165.post-2240354369245241550</id><published>2008-01-20T11:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T12:17:08.413+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting...Still Waiting</title><content type='html'>Thanks to all of you for you many prayers and posts.  Last week was long, and Friday was just awful.  It was simply one of those days when everything went wrong.  I have to laugh now about the medical exam we tried to get done.  The normal doctors that our facilitators use where away at a conference (these doctors are ok with bending the rules a little).  So George talked to the other doctor and he refused to do the exam without the passport- this is the legal procedure.  The US Embassy requires this exam, and it can only be done at this one office run by foreigners.  What are the chances- I get stuck with the one honest person in Ukraine!!  (Not really- I am sure there at least 4 more- ha!ha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I got home around 8:30 Friday night, and I was exhausted in every way.  To be so close and get delayed again.  I cried, and Chris kept saying, "it's ok, Mom."  My breakdown only lasted a couple of minutes, and then Chris started talking.  Literally for hours.  He told me so many things he remembers about growing up.  His grandfather, a girl in the hospital who introduced him to pineapple, his first grade teacher, his roomate Yuri that he's known since he was 7, and all the Bible stories that he knows.  I was in amazement.  So I finally said "spot" (sleep) at midnight.  What a precious memory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had a blizzard here.  We did as little as possible.  We went to the grocery store, got pizza for lunch, and planned to go to a movie.  Katia and Lena ended up taking Chris to the movie without me.  They wanted to see an alien movie, which I normally would never let my children see.  But I was desperate for a little "alone time".  I started reading the Grisham novel Mark and Jenn Smith brought me (they arrived on Thursday to adopt 5 kids).  It was a much needed break.  It is exhausting being the only parent to a new child- 24/7.  It's a lot like having a newborn, except he can say "no" and doesn't sleep 18-20 hours a day!  The highlight of my day was when he said for the first time ever- "Mom, you help me please?"  This may seem trivial if you've never adopted an older child, but it is huge.  This means he is really beginning to trust and admit that he needs help- difficult for such an independent boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please continue praying.  I certainly feel all your prayers.  I miss everyone and can't wait to see you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Paula&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-2240354369245241550?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/2240354369245241550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=2240354369245241550' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/2240354369245241550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/2240354369245241550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2008/01/waitingstill-waiting.html' title='Waiting...Still Waiting'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540839518300696165.post-4846164232383567060</id><published>2008-01-20T00:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T00:55:22.401+02:00</updated><title type='text'>We Need a Passport, Gotta Have a Passport</title><content type='html'>Ok.  We had the picture made on Wednesday and were told that the passport would be to us on Friday evening.  As of Saturday, the truck still has not arrived with it.  The truck (yes, there is only one) has not run since Thursday and there are hundreds of people waiting on passports.  The factory, one hour away, verified that our passport was done.  Nobody seems to know why the truck has not made it back to the office.  My only guess is that the truck drove into a wormhole and is now headed up U. S. Interstate 75 in the year 2063.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Embassy gets MLK Day off on Monday.  Provided the truck makes it back through the space-time continuum, we should have the passport on Monday evening and get the Visa on Tuesday.  Delta has set the expectation that Paula will fly home Thursday.  For the love of all that is good, we hope so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all of your prayers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-4846164232383567060?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/4846164232383567060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=4846164232383567060' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/4846164232383567060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/4846164232383567060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2008/01/we-need-passport-gotta-have-passport.html' title='We Need a Passport, Gotta Have a Passport'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540839518300696165.post-5679618527528463585</id><published>2008-01-18T20:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T20:44:11.968+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Days</title><content type='html'>The last 2 days have truly been a waiting game.  Thanks to all of you for your prayers.  God has granted us favor an I am closer to coming home- and coming back!  Let me explain...Wednesday, I took Chris to the passport office to have his digital photo made.  Simple enough, I thought.  George had already met with the official Tuesday afternoon and paid the expediting fees.  We came at 2:00 pm, met the official, and got in line.  There were only 2 people in front of me, so I felt pretty good.  At 4:30, that feeling had completely left me!  At 5:30, Chris was at the end of his rope.  It took 4 hours, but by 6:00 we were told that we would have a passport on Friday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, George and I were off to the SDA at 11:15 am.  Katia, thankfully, agreed to watch Chris because he could not go with me.  I told Katia I would be finished by 1:00 pm-HA!  At 5:30, I was in the last of 3 lines for the day.  Despite the frustration, I was given both the original dossier we had submitted (for you-know-who), which would have been null and void in February.  Miraculously, another number printed for us while I was in line for our dossier to be resubmitted in March.  I could only do this in Ukraine!  A new law was passed in January that prevents updates.  So this is possible only because of our delay.  Without this new number, we probably could not have submitted until the summer (over 1200 families have requested a number for 2008).  God is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-5679618527528463585?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/5679618527528463585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=5679618527528463585' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/5679618527528463585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/5679618527528463585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2008/01/long-days.html' title='Long Days'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540839518300696165.post-4109905048439478702</id><published>2008-01-17T05:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T05:19:55.155+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Important Things</title><content type='html'>Paula has the photo for Chris' passport.  She was told that the passport should be ready Friday night.  IF it is, and IF the Visa can be obtained on Monday, then she should be able to leave on Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paula has one more visit to the SDA (central adoption office in Kiev) on Thursday.  I am not sure what SDA means, but I interpret it as "Shake Down Americans."We are still interested in adopting a certain girl from an orphanage to the south of Kiev.  Paula's visit will determine if we can keep the registration number that we have been given for her dossier, or start all over.  The explanation is complicated.  We are told that she should come available in the spring.  God willing, we will be able to go get her with our current registration number at that time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, we are almost all home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-4109905048439478702?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/4109905048439478702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=4109905048439478702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/4109905048439478702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/4109905048439478702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2008/01/important-things.html' title='Important Things'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540839518300696165.post-7160231424502968483</id><published>2008-01-15T20:09:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T20:25:38.774+02:00</updated><title type='text'>From Dad</title><content type='html'>When I spoke with Paula yesterday morning, I was so happy that we finally arrived at the point where we did not have to ask the orphanage's permission to spend time with our son.  Paula shared with me that she asked Chris to see the contents of the duffel bag that Chris left the orphanage with.  He told her that there was nothing in it.  Most parents of boys this age know that a boy answers a question with "nothing" when he does not want to answer the question.  In this case, there really was nothing in the bag... except a tie and a small stuffed animal. What remained, from all he ever owned, was 2 items that were not stolen from him.  Am I bitter?  No.  What I am is grateful that this boy will never again be treated in this manner again as long as he resides under the roof God has given our family.  For the first time, he will experience dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not come to Ukraine to rescue a boy named Andrey.  We came to bring our son home.  A rescue is an event that, after it happens, life one day resumes again at normal.  Adoption changes everything for everyone involved.  And this is the message of the Gospel.  Christ did not just rescue us.  He changed us.  He changed our names.  That change should make every day of our lives different than they would have been in the ordinary.  That new name gives us privileges that we never before had.  A new life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-7160231424502968483?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/7160231424502968483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=7160231424502968483' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/7160231424502968483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/7160231424502968483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2008/01/from-dad.html' title='From Dad'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540839518300696165.post-8430602818272133959</id><published>2008-01-15T11:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T20:08:48.298+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Chris!</title><content type='html'>I am so glad to say that Chris is now with me.  George called me yesterday around 1:00 p.m. and said, "The director says we will go today at 4 p.m."  I could hardly believe it.  I had to race back to my flat and get the presents ready for all of his teachers, caregivers, etc.  I had planned on doing this later that evening.  I also wanted to clean up the apartment a little and get everything just perfect.  Oh, well!  Here I was headed to the orphanage with my purse, a backpack, a suitcase and flowers for the director.  I'm sure I was quite a sight to all those on the metro and the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris called me about 10 times between 3 and 4 p.m. to make sure I didn't forget.  How could I forget-- I 've been here for 2 months waiting for this very moment!  He was so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George and the inspector met me at the orphanage.  George had told me that the director agreed to the meeting because she was already seeing another family at 4 to give them their son.  I thought this was strange because I have not seen any other familes visiting.  It turned out that it was one of the boys who came this summer- Dima Y.  He was adopted by a Ukrainian family here in Kiev.  He was very happy.  It was so great to meet the parents and know that this sweet kid will have a family.  He is 15, so this is very unusual.  Many of you remember Dima from this summer, and he said to tell everyone hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The director only spent maybe 10 minutes with this family, so I expected our meeting to be short as well.  It was not- we talked for over 2 hours, until the inspector said she must be leaving.  I know Chris was thinking, "will this ever end?", but it was really amazing to me to see the change in this visit and my first meeting with the director 2 years ago.  She said she really loved our family and was very happy for Chris.  She became very emotional.  It was a surreal moment for me.   I know that God has used so many families from Birmingham to touch the director's heart, and I continue to pray that she will come to know him personally one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the orphanage and headed to our flat.  Chris said he had cried a little when he told his caregiver, Svetlana, goodbye.  She has the closest thing he has had to a mother.  She is a wonderful woman.  Chris was very happy and was excited to see the new flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dropping off his things, we went to eat pizza.  We came back and did a 250 piece puzzle until 11 p.m., then played checkers, and then I finally said it was time for bed.  I only wish Ande and the kids had been with me.  It was really special!  I know I will always treasure this memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris is sitting here with me at the internet cafe, sighing.  He's bored.  So I'll go for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all and thanks for the prayers,&lt;br /&gt;Paula&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-8430602818272133959?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/8430602818272133959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=8430602818272133959' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/8430602818272133959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/8430602818272133959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-have-chris.html' title='I Have Chris!'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540839518300696165.post-41128903060626475</id><published>2008-01-14T11:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T11:20:30.341+02:00</updated><title type='text'>One Step Closer</title><content type='html'>This morning went great.  We got the country code quickly and easily.  Now they send it somewhere- who knows!  George took the new birth certificate to register it with the Mininstry of Justice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Chris yesterday, and he was very sad at first.  After a short talk with Papa in America, though, he was back to mostly smiles!  He really misses Ande and the kids.  But he is a trooper.  I have given him my extra cell phone now, so I get several calls a day from him.  He thinks it is really cool to call me whenever and see what I'm doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan is for me to go get Chris from the orphanage tomorrow around lunch.  Finally- yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to ask for prayer in a certain situation.  As you have all read, we have spent a lot of time with several orphan graduates.  One of them is making very poor choices and is harming herself with her choices.  I am completely frustrated with this situation.  I have made time almost every day for weeks to be with this girl, and I'm just not getting through.  Only God can rescue her from herself.  Please pray that He does.  I confronted her yesterday, and it was very difficult.  I am not sure how she will act now.  It is all in God's hands.  Thanks for joining me in lifting her up to Our Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all of you and miss you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paula&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-41128903060626475?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/41128903060626475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=41128903060626475' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/41128903060626475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/41128903060626475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-step-closer.html' title='One Step Closer'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540839518300696165.post-417686404297103847</id><published>2008-01-12T12:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T12:55:19.474+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Boy!</title><content type='html'>I want to say in advance that I am sorry this is so long.  I've been trying to post for 3 days, and I always get cut off.  SO here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here to post this, I am again reminded of how much my Heavenly Father longs to care for me and bless me.  God intervened with travel plans so He could give us an extra day together, which we all needed.  We were able to have a relaxing evening on Wed. night alone with our family.  We watched a movie, did a big puzzle, and just enjoyed our last night together for a while.  Then on Thursday morning, it was very calm and uneventful as we all prepared to leave our apartment- the total opposite of Wed. morning.  Ande and the kids headed to the airport, and I moved into my new home for the last leg of the journey.  I am staying in a flat situated in the top floor of the Nazarene church.  It is not quite as nice as our other flat, but it is safer (24-hour guard) and more convenient to everything I need.  And I don't have to hike up that enormous hill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited Chris at the orphanage on Thursday.  He was "ploha" because all the kids are still away for holidays (only 4 stayed).  I came with McDonalds, and that always makes things better. He will be shocked when we get to America to find that we never go to McD's.  I was suprised to see my facilitator, George, on the bus.  He had come to take Chris to get photos made.  Perfect timing!  George, Katia (who insisted on going with me b'c she thinks i still can't find the orphanage myself after 7 1/2 weeks- so sweet!), Chris and I headed out for pics.  Katia and I also took Chris to the supermarket for snacks.  They are only getting kasha (like cream of wheat) and chai (hot tea) each meal during the holidays.  He hates it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that I was really tired and not in the mood to be out in the cold again, but my heart melted when I saw his sweet, smiling face, and made it all worth it!  He held my hand the whole time we were out.  He laid his head on my should on the bus.  I am so ready to get him home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I met George at 7:45 am to get the court decree.  This is the earliest I have been out in almost 2 months.  Ukraine doesn't usually do early, and the guard at my flat was quick to tell me that it was too early to go out at 7 a.m.  I couldn't agree more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George and I finally got the decree, but only 2 copies.  The judge did not want to sign the 8 copies that we need to complete the adoption.  And since they only work on Wed. and Frid., we'll get the copies next week.  It's interesting, too-  all the other districts opened on Jan. 9, but this district just returned to work today.  I'll spare you all the gruesome details- the inefficiency of this government is astounding- but 5 hours later, walking at least a mile in the cold, visiting 6 different offices, and George tells me we're done with this part.  I think this means that Chris is officially our son!  Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow (Saturday, which is actually today since I couldn't get the internet working last night) I still have to go and get a new birth certificate (I got it!)  Next week is going to be very busy, and I really am a bit overwhelmed.  I still have to get a country code (like Social Security number) on Monday before I can get Chris out of the orphanage.  Please continue praying for all these steps to be successful.  It seems that everyone is mad about having to come back to work after the holidays, so we're having to bribe everyone!  Chris is dying to get out of the orphanage, so I don't want it to be delayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all and miss you so much,&lt;br /&gt;Paula&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-417686404297103847?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/417686404297103847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=417686404297103847' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/417686404297103847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/417686404297103847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-boy.html' title='It&apos;s a Boy!'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540839518300696165.post-1148948536229260513</id><published>2008-01-11T13:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T14:04:57.272+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeaaaaaa Delta!!!!</title><content type='html'>The kids and I left Kiev yesterday at 4:30 am, CST.  When we arrived in Atlanta at 9:30 pm, EST, I got to the desk to check in and there was a problem.  I had a boarding pass, but none of the kids did.  The flight was overbooked.  In short, the explanation I was given was that somehow the kids seats from here to Birmingham had been given up.  Yes, the flight had been oversold.  I had the 3 of them looking at me, and I know that I had to maintain composure.  With at much class as I could gather, I let them know of my disdain at the airline's apparent lack of competency and then I headed to speak to a supervisor.  We spent the night in Atlanta and I am posting this from our hotel room.  We should be back in Birmingham at 9:30 am.  I am glad that it happened here instead of New York.  At any rate, the kids all enjoyed a Belgian waffle.  Food does a lot to help make things better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paula is back in Kiev.  She moved into a flat that was made available to us by some missionaries at the last minute, and is close to the Embassy.  It is a much better place and I am thankful to God for giving Paula a good situation before I left.  At this point, I think we all feel connected almost well enough to live in Kiev and survive without much problem.  Our facilitators have felt that way for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Chris, he is officially our son.  The court decree and birth certificate SHOULD be available today.  I hope that Chris will spend his last night at the orphanage Sunday night.  He is so ready to get out of Ukraine.  Please pray for Paula.  If everything goes perfectly, she will be home some time between Saturday and Tuesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-1148948536229260513?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/1148948536229260513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=1148948536229260513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/1148948536229260513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/1148948536229260513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2008/01/yeaaaaaa-delta.html' title='Yeaaaaaa Delta!!!!'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540839518300696165.post-7068166972899040928</id><published>2008-01-09T17:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T22:07:56.447+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas.  Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RVsme8dUX1k/R4UpkGoZ0vI/AAAAAAAAACA/lvo52t1zXag/s1600-h/DSC01033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153571048827507442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RVsme8dUX1k/R4UpkGoZ0vI/AAAAAAAAACA/lvo52t1zXag/s320/DSC01033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ukraine celebrates Christmas on January 7, in accordance with the Orthodox calendar. Presents are given on New Year's, leaving Christmas as a day to remember the birth of the Saviour. Most businesses were closed, but it there was still quite a feeling of business as usual for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go to a shelter and take some small gifts on behalf of Reach Orphans with Hope. What we found was a lot of wonderful children who had run away from home and were trying to survive. Circumstances vary from child to child. To be truthful, we wanted to peer into a world where our new son spent much of his life. He went with us. According to the worker we spent time with, most kids here had terrible home lives and were found by workers of this shelter living on the streets of Kiev. Looking at the size of some of them, we wondered how they made it this far. Some go back home if parents get their acts together. Others stay here for years. Our time was short, as a church from Atlanta came to have a celebration with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not posting much. Our internet has been down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our flight has been changed. We arrive in Birmingham at 10:30 pm instead of 4:30. It is a miracle that we will make it home, as the Kiev to Amsterdam leg of the flight was cancelled!! Thanks be to God, and a wonderful friend in B'ham with connections, we will get home on the same day we had planned. A brother has to get to work!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-7068166972899040928?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/7068166972899040928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=7068166972899040928' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/7068166972899040928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/7068166972899040928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2008/01/merry-christmas-again.html' title='Merry Christmas.  Again!'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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://bp0.blogger.com/_RVsme8dUX1k/R4UpkGoZ0vI/AAAAAAAAACA/lvo52t1zXag/s72-c/DSC01033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540839518300696165.post-404782864863894528</id><published>2008-01-06T14:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T14:58:01.421+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost There</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we had to get Chris back to the orphanage after he was able to spend a week with us.  For the first time, he was not visibly sad.  He has become secure that we will not be trading him in or changing our minds in any way.  If we could only get him back to our house!  I will fly out with the kids on Wednesday and arrive back in B'ham Thursday @ 4:30 pm.  Paula will have to stay and get the court decree (since they decided to stay closed until the 11th), birth certificate, visa, physical, passport.  Please pray that all will go well and that she can return home with Chris on the 18th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we went to an English-speaking fellowship in Kiev.  It was 10 degrees.  We had coats and scarves on inside most of the time.  We enjoyed meeting English-speaking people from Nigeria to China. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our internet is out at the flat again, so we may not be able to respond as quickly as we would like.  I am looking at a good possibility of moving Paula to another flat before we leave, so we will deal with internet then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We miss you all.  Thanks for the prayers!  Don't let up, so much has to still happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Ande&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-404782864863894528?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/404782864863894528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=404782864863894528' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/404782864863894528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/404782864863894528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2008/01/almost-there.html' title='Almost There'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540839518300696165.post-4930814903661168863</id><published>2008-01-02T12:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T12:43:23.575+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Random Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RVsme8dUX1k/R3tjCmoZ0uI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5X259O2GqlY/s1600-h/DSC00981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RVsme8dUX1k/R3tjCmoZ0uI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5X259O2GqlY/s320/DSC00981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150819495209194210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, it will be a surprise to no one that I (the "adult male"), am the one posting this.  You do not have to be able to read Russian to get the name of this shopping mall.  We explained to our friend, Oleg Vasilevsky, what this word means in America and he said "No wonder Americans laugh when I tell them to meet me at Komod."  I told Chris what this means at home and he loved it.  Yes, it is round on the inside.  There are many stores and a grocery store at the very bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will open up this post for all of your jokes.  Please share them.  Here are a few that come to mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Gee, the crap they have here is expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It is the ONLY public one in Ukraine where they do not charge you to come inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We bought chocolate here and took it to the New Years party   8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wow, there is no place to sit down here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- How many Ukrainians can you fit inside one Komode?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paula told me that that is enough for now.  We will return to substance tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 Years Old Forever,&lt;br /&gt;Ande&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-4930814903661168863?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/4930814903661168863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=4930814903661168863' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/4930814903661168863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/4930814903661168863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2008/01/random-thought.html' title='A Random Thought'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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://bp0.blogger.com/_RVsme8dUX1k/R3tjCmoZ0uI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5X259O2GqlY/s72-c/DSC00981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540839518300696165.post-5111975980780586642</id><published>2008-01-01T19:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T20:13:10.986+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>The last few days have honestly been a blur!  I don't know how we have managed to pack so much in, but we are certainly feeling it- at least me and Ande.  Where to begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends, the Graces, have finally made it back to Kiev.  We were thrilled to see familiar American faces.  We met them for lunch on Sunday, and spent a couple of hours catching up.  It was really amazing watching our families.  We've been through this journey together the last couple of years, even spent Christmas together with our families.  And then to watch our kids interacting with a new sibling each.  It truly was precious.  We spent a couple of hours together,  and then it was time for us to head off to attend St. Paul's Christmas/New Year's service.  This is the first time we have attended corporate worship since November 11th!  We (at least Ande and I) were excited.  Katia and Sonya met us to take us.  This is a group headed up by Music Mission Kiev- a group we've been familiar with for a couple of years.  They used to be very involved at Chris's orphanage until the director kicked them out.  Roger and Diane have been in Kiev for 10 years, and many of the graduates from Orphanage 21 have worked for their ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say that this was a different experience for us would be a huge understatement.   While we were waiting for the service to begin, Roger was finishing up practice with the choir/orchestra.  They were doing sound checks.  People were putting up decorations.  Like most fellowships here, they rent this building along with many other groups.  So you come in, do your service, and get out quickly so the next group can start.  I couldn't help but think about Jim Watkins (our worship minister at Brook Hills).  He would have been unnerved.  In America, at least in our larger churches, the services are so polished.  This was much more disorganized, but a little refreshing as well.  And then there were the people.  The little babushkas came in, took off their wigs, brushed their hair, and then reassembled.  No one seemed to notice!- except me and my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The service itself was very nice.  It was done in English and Ukrainian.  The music was beautiful.  More formal than we're used to, but very nice.  And then IT happened.  I know that this memory will be forever etched in all of our memories.  Roger had asked everyone to turn off their cell phones at the beginning of the service.  They didn't, so cell phones rang intermittently throughout the service.  This one babushka answered her phone and  began talking quietly.  Another babushka  a row behind her rolled her up her order of service, hauled off and hit the one on the phone, and yelled "Shut up!"  We were a few rows behind these ladies and had a perfect view.  Anderson (and Ande) laughed so hard they cried.  We finally settled down, and enjoyed the rest of the service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of observations.... this fellowship was about 200 people.  80 % of the people were over 60, and 90 % were women.  We attend a very young church, so this was really different for us.  I couldn't help but wonder,  "Where are the young people and the men?"  But this is very common in Ukraine.  It is another reminder of how desperately this county needs the gospel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, we had the opportunity to spend New Year's Eve with our Ukrainian friends, Oleg and Lena Vasilevsky.   Oleg picked us up at the Metro around 7 p.m. and took us to their home.  We love these dear friends and were looking forward to seeing a true Ukrainian New Year celebration.  This country has been preparing for the holiday for the last few weeks, so we were ready to experience it.  We ate salads around 9 p.m., visited for a few more hours, grilled chicken and rang in the new year.  In between all the Ukrainian eats, Father Frost (Santa Claus) came and gave presents to the children.  Fireworks were in the background noise until about 3:30.  We all slept in until about 11:00.  When we got up, we ate some more!  We rolled out of there about 3:00 this afternoon, but not until Oleg tried to convince us to spend 8 days in Egypt.  For $190 per person, we could spend the entire time at a 5-star hotel that includes food and airfare.  Aaaaaaaaaaaah!  Had we known about this, we could have been chasing down King Tut's treasure instead of groceries here in Kiev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is getting to be, what Ande calls, "stupid cold" here.  As we write this, it is about 20 degrees here.  It will be getting down into single digits by the end of the week.  We hope all of you are able to gather around and enjoy plenty of good food and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to 2008!&lt;br /&gt;The Underwoods&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-5111975980780586642?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/5111975980780586642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=5111975980780586642' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/5111975980780586642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/5111975980780586642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540839518300696165.post-8407255187755915585</id><published>2007-12-29T14:07:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T14:36:13.235+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready, Break!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had an epiphany.  I said, "Hey self.  Most of the kids at the orphanage are being sent away for the holidays.  Why shouldn't Chris be able to stay with us for a few days?"  I called George, the Jedi (our great facilitator) and presented this line of thinking.  About an hour later, he called back.  He had spoken to the powers that be, and they granted Chris a week with us.  Praise God, some real time to bond with our son, and him with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, we made a frantic visit to the orphanage after we found out that most of the remaining kids would be leaving early Saturday.  We took a cab because of the gifts (from Reach Orphans with Hope) that needed to go in the trunk.  It was nice to be above ground for this ride so that we could see where things were at the top of all of the metro stops we make everyday.  The subway is about 300 yards underground.  I think when Jesus comes back, people down there would never have a clue.  Anyway, we got there about 7pm.  We were not expected, but we were allowed to go into parts of the orphanage that people are not allowed to go; the children's living and common areas.  We have no pictures of the inner sanctum, as they are expressly forbidden.  Chris wanted to be the guy to hand out all of the gift bags.  In the bags, there was a good pair of warm socks, some stickers, candy, gum, and rubber bracelets.  I could tell that Chris felt like "the man."  His posture was one of confidence and a reminder that giving is better than receiving.  All of the children were grateful for the surprise, even though it was small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I went to get Chris.  I took some chocolates (from Reach Orphans with Hope) for the caregivers, teachers and cafeteria workers.  The latter group was most touched by this gesture, as it was obvious that nobody ever gives them anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris was so excited to be coming with me to stay with our family.  We had a great time going to the flat.  His English is improving and he wants to learn more.  We went to the grocery store- the boy loves pineapple!  Can you believe that one fresh pineapple costs $25 U.S.?  I am not Donald Trump.  We bought canned pineapple ($1.25) and pineapple juice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we will all be able to meet with a local body of believers.  We are glad that Chris will be able to see more of this very important part of our family's  life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time,&lt;br /&gt;The Underwoods&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-8407255187755915585?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/8407255187755915585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=8407255187755915585' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/8407255187755915585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/8407255187755915585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2007/12/ready-break.html' title='Ready, Break!'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540839518300696165.post-8277880628374400473</id><published>2007-12-26T21:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T18:37:47.116+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear Ye, Hear Ye!</title><content type='html'>Well, Andrey/Chris is now one step closer to being our son.  We had court today and it went as well as it could have gone...and even shorter than we were told.  The feeling that Paula and I had afterwards was, "We were held up all this time for THIS!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judge asked us questions that she could have just looked in our paperwork (which she had) to get answered.   She asked us about income, how we will educate him, our home, and if we could support him.  I wanted to say "Well, if he stays here, he will remain alone,  have a future of unemployment, limited educational opportunities, and poverty.  On our worst day, we could do better."  But common sense prevailed and we just played along.  The judge and jury disappeared and came back after 5 minutes and said we had unanimous approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we adjourned, the vice-director whisked Chris away.  No time for a picture.  I can only imagine how Chris felt after being called into court and asked if he wanted to be adopted by us.  He said yes and now he will have to wait back at the orphanage for 2 more weeks.  I know that 2 months ago he had no family here to get him and now he does.  It is just tough to watch him have to endure the ridiculous nature of the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that said, we are grateful for answered prayer.  Life in this world has no guarantees.  Though many of our friends have gone through this process and blogged about it, our experience could have gone the other way for any number of reasons.  Thanks for all the support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will go to the embassy to sign some more paperwork.  We will visit the orphanage for a New Year celebration.  The countdown has begun!  10 days from now, Chris will legally be an Underwood (bless his heart).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ande and the Rest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-8277880628374400473?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/8277880628374400473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=8277880628374400473' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/8277880628374400473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/8277880628374400473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2007/12/hear-yee-hear-yee.html' title='Hear Ye, Hear Ye!'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540839518300696165.post-4298474900548190721</id><published>2007-12-25T21:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T22:15:05.603+02:00</updated><title type='text'>At Least it's Christmas Somewhere</title><content type='html'>The Orthodox church celebrates Christmas on January 7.  Here, New Year's is a bigger event than the Christmas celebration.  But for us, Christmas is TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris spent the night with us.  Just like a little kid, he came into our room (earlier than we would have chosen).  He said, in a little expectant voice, "Medee Kreesmas!"  We rolled over, and then we rolled out for his first time around the tree.  We began as we always do with me (Ande) reading the Christmas story from Luke 2.  I pulled up the Russian translation online and Chris immediately began to read aloud...all the way to verse 20.  It was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We opened a junior version of presents here and all began to engage their new loot.  After playing some Christmas songs, I had to get ready to meet George, our facilitator, at the notary.  Yep, everyone is at work (or what most here call work) today like any other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family met at 1:00 for Christmas dinner at, where else?  TGI Fridays!!!!!!!!!!!  Our bio. kids had the reindeer fingers and fries.  Chris and I had the mistletoe alfredo (which he loved).  Paula enjoyed the fish that slept at the North Pole last night.  We chased it all down with Claus Cola- no free refills, please.  To top it all of our waiter was MUSLIM! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some of the orphan grads over and they had their only meal of the day at dinner with us.  Afterwards, Paula and I gave them some small presents (which may have offended most who read this blog) and they were beside themselves.  It really is better to give than to receive.  I had to get Chris back to the orphanage by 7:00.  He fought back tears, but was not too successful.  Tom Petty was right- "The waiting is the hardest part."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We miss home.  It's not the stuff that we miss most, but all of you.  Ok, I do miss driving and having a clothes dryer.  Otherwise, we are managing just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have court tomorrow (Wednesday) at 8:00am, CST.  Please pray for us.  We have a  judge who is new on the job and I cannot get a feel for how she will act.  I trust all will go well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless You, and "God Bless Us, Everyone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ande, Paula, and the Elves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S., Thanks to all of you who called today and yesterday.  What a delight to hear from home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-4298474900548190721?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/4298474900548190721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=4298474900548190721' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/4298474900548190721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/4298474900548190721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2007/12/at-least-its-christmas-somewhere.html' title='At Least it&apos;s Christmas Somewhere'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540839518300696165.post-6982426002920390205</id><published>2007-12-24T22:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T09:31:12.044+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Chrismas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RVsme8dUX1k/R3ASbWoZ0tI/AAAAAAAAABw/R5r8_Iz879E/s1600-h/DSC00907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RVsme8dUX1k/R3ASbWoZ0tI/AAAAAAAAABw/R5r8_Iz879E/s320/DSC00907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147634635225289426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a white Christmas Eve.  Today the six of us had a chance to be together for a longer period of time.  The Warden let Chris out at 1:00 to spend the night.  He is ecstatic.  I am not even sure he knows what happens at this time of year, but the excitement is written all over his face.  We went to the Piepon's home (American missionary doctor and his family- been in UK for 6 years) tonight to have a little time to hear English spoken and meet some other Americans.  Chris could not get back to the apartment fast enough.  He just wants to be able to relax at "home."  BTW, thanks to those of you who called today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I (Paula) am a huge "tradition" person- especially at Christmas.  My family only had few traditions, so I really try to make the holidays special for the holidays with lots of traditions.  This is one of the hardest things about being here at this time of year for me.  As we walked through the metro, I was sad thinking how these people were just going about with no concern for Christmas.  New Year's is the big holiday here, Christmas is really just a day off work (they actually celebrate it on Jan. 7th b'c of the Russian orthodox calendar).  Then all of sudden, I felt a little hand reach and grab mine.  It was my new son.  He flashed me a huge smile!  Wow- this is the first time he's been to a Christmas party or anywhere holding his mom's hand.  He was abandoned at birth.  I thought, "but Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart."  Thank you, Father, for giving me so many treasures to ponder for many years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the tree decorated, watched "Charlie Brown Christmas" and "The Grinch Who Stole Christmas" on YouTube.  Ah, technology.  Speaking of technology, please enjoy the slideshow attached to this post.  We hope this is especially a blessing to all of our friends at home who are still waiting for their "turn".  Take some time to pray for the fatherless all over the world tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless You All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Underwoods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e905d3bb845285f5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De905d3bb845285f5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331567289%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A4FD072E28CEE928D3E729F70EDD6C7AF0F3492.F938A3C40C567C9DFF039AE448D9D3CEEDFC98F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De905d3bb845285f5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQpMLWjEtq1EBTHQTx0m51LOVZiw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De905d3bb845285f5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331567289%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A4FD072E28CEE928D3E729F70EDD6C7AF0F3492.F938A3C40C567C9DFF039AE448D9D3CEEDFC98F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De905d3bb845285f5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQpMLWjEtq1EBTHQTx0m51LOVZiw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-6982426002920390205?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e905d3bb845285f5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/6982426002920390205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=6982426002920390205' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/6982426002920390205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/6982426002920390205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2007/12/chrismas-eve.html' title='Chrismas Eve'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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://bp0.blogger.com/_RVsme8dUX1k/R3ASbWoZ0tI/AAAAAAAAABw/R5r8_Iz879E/s72-c/DSC00907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540839518300696165.post-3650691558104309398</id><published>2007-12-23T22:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T16:12:30.233+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in the Slammer?</title><content type='html'>Tonight I was returning home after taking Chris back to the orphanage/fraternity house (I Needa Papa).  I was minding my own business, walking down Kreshatyk St. and, all of a sudden ,I (Ande, of course) saw a large sum of money drop to the sidewalk.  Now, Kiev is not a place where you see money laying around.  You wouldn't believe how many people around here beg for just one grivna, about 20 cents U.S.  The money was folded and wrapped in plastic.  I estimated it to be about $5000 in $100 bills.  The moment of truth.  I saw who dropped it.  I picked it up and ran to the unsuspecting man and gave it to him.  He thanked me sincerely and went on his way.  I did not realize that I had a witness to this, who became my fan instantly (he was beside himself that I would give this wad of money back).  We began to walk and talk and it became apparent that we only spoke a little of the other's native tongue.  He asked me what country I was from.  I told him America.  He began to praise America with his hand over his heart.  I wanted so badly to tell him why I gave it back (prompting of God's Spirit, not loving money, etc.)  As I began to think of ways to explain myself, the man whom I gave the money back to came up to us.  He said that he had 2 packs of money to start with.  He asked where I found his money, and I pointed to an approximate place and told him.  He spoke good English, and asked if we would please convince him by emptying our pockets so that he could be sure we did not have it.  I was incredulous.  About this time (by the way, it's cold), a plain clothes policeman unfurled his id and asked what seemed to be the problem (I guess).  My groupie, flanked to my right, began to point to me and say, "This good man! He not have your money!"  Then he disappeared in all of the confusion (not his problem).  The policeman asked me to humor everyone  by showing the contents of my pockets.  I did, and then he let me go.  I told them both that if I wanted any of his money in the first place, I would have kept what I had and not given ANY back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to the Metrograd (underground mall) as soon as I could and weaved my way around to make sure I was not being followed.  Then I took the other $5000 and bought myself a new suit for court.  JUST KIDDING!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your Holidays are less intrusive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ande&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-3650691558104309398?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/3650691558104309398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=3650691558104309398' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/3650691558104309398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/3650691558104309398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-in-slammer.html' title='Christmas in the Slammer?'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540839518300696165.post-997933383031710889</id><published>2007-12-21T21:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T11:33:13.304+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Could be a Charlie Brown Christmas</title><content type='html'>Since Christmas in Kiev is inevitable, we decided to get a Christmas tree and open a few presents on Christmas morning.  Some trees cost as much as 10,000 grivnas ($2000 US) at some of the shops near our flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening, Anderson and I ventured out to see if we could get a smaller tree for our budget.  We went to the store where we buy groceries (about 2 metro stops away) because I noticed earlier this week that artificial trees were less expensive.  I found the tree that we needed and it was fully decorated!  I got it up to the cashier; would you believe I was the only one in the store buying a Christmas tree?  It became evident that the price tag on the top of the tree reflected the price of the tree only.  In my angst, I had the cashier and the soccer mom behind me (and a couple of other shoppers) help me remove the ornaments, etc. from Charlie Brown's tree.  I decided to keep the decorative ball ornaments, but the hideous red and white garland had to go.  Undoubtedly, the roll-tide garland had much to do with why the tree was still available on the 21st of December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the store and headed to the metro station to get home.  The escalator ride is 2 minutes up and down.  The looks I got carrying a Christmas tree as I rode down the escalator were priceless.  The one phrase to sum them up might be "The village has found their idiot."  We boarded the train with the tree and we got smiles from some and stares from others.   It was somewhat like a Yuletide "Weekend at Bernie's."  [The last time I felt this odd on public transportation was 1992, in Kazakhstan.  This guy g&lt;the&gt;ot on the bus carrying the head of a cow that he bought at the open market (it was the last one).  He sat down next to me as if he were carrying a bag of chips.]  ANYWAY, when we got off the metro, I carried the tree just like I used to carry the Christian flag at VBS as a kid.  I wanted to sing "Deck the Halls" at the top of my lungs, but frankly I was getting a bit too tired.  I considered "Oh Tannenbaum," but those were the only 2 words of the song that came to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at the flat, Lily was ecstatic.  Noah was unimpressed.  We will see if Paula can work her magic on decorating it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave the light on for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ande&lt;/the&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-997933383031710889?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/997933383031710889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=997933383031710889' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/997933383031710889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/997933383031710889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2007/12/could-be-charlie-brown-christmas.html' title='Could be a Charlie Brown Christmas'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540839518300696165.post-7541437812957199565</id><published>2007-12-21T10:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T10:47:27.703+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Huge Thank You!</title><content type='html'>Dear Family and Friends,&lt;br /&gt;I want to say thank you to everyone who has taken the time to post to our blog or send a personal email.  You cannot really understand how much it means to hear from the outside world during this process.  All of you have been a huge encouragement to our family.  We log on a couple of times of day, and all the kids crowd around and want to read the posts.  Thank you so much for traveling with us on this incredible journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I have had a head cold that has now moved to my chest.  So I have been coughing for the last three days.  I have been cooped up in our flat for the last 2 days, since it is around 20 degrees (with wind chill) outside.  Please pray for my recovery.  I have traveled internationally quite a few times, and this is the first time I've ever been sick.  Please pray that the kids and Ande will stay well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are heading out today to find a Christmas tree.  We are going to try to make the holidays as festive for the kids as possible.  Ande and I are going to try to go shopping tomorrow for the kids while one of the orphan graduates watches the kids.  It should be interesting to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;We wish each of you a very Merry Christmas-please eat some turkey and dressing for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Paula and the gang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-7541437812957199565?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/7541437812957199565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=7541437812957199565' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/7541437812957199565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/7541437812957199565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2007/12/huge-thank-you.html' title='Huge Thank You!'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540839518300696165.post-2361068156877265371</id><published>2007-12-18T22:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T16:12:20.608+02:00</updated><title type='text'>On Becoming Indigenous (It's like we live here)</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I took a walk alone out on Kreyshatik St., which is like being in Times Square in New York.  Out of the sidewalk tunnel (where people cross the street underground) came a lady asking me, in Russian, if I knew where the toilet was.  I do not know why I( of all the hundreds of people) looked like I should know where the toilet was, so I checked my shoe for a toilet paper flag.  Unscathed, I answered her back in Russian and off she went.  I thought to myself, "hmmm.  Seems like I may be fitting in around here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the reason for feeling this way is that we are being unavoidably detained by the legal process in Kiev.  Last week when the judge told us that court would be on the 26th, we were not aware that she filed our proceedings with the court system.  We found out yesterday that it is against the law to move our date forward at this stage.  So we will deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delta has us on a waiting list to leave on Dec. 30.  If tickets are not available, we will leave on January 9.  If that happens, we will have celebrated American Christmas and Ukrainian Christmas (Jan. 7).  New Year is supposed to be a big deal here, maybe we will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to see, perhaps, why this may be happening.  Tonight we had 2 orphan graduates (ages 16, 21) at our apartment for dinner.  The older one was diagnosed with bronchitis 2 days ago.  The medicine cost 45 grivnas, about 9 dollars.  She only had 15 grivnas, about 3 dollars. She was told by the compassionate, socialized medicine system here (that everyone access to for little or no money) that she would get no medicine without 45 grivnas.  So they released her into the 25 degree snowy weather to get better, or perhaps catch pneumonia.  When we found out about her situation, we decided to take care of the medicine for her.  She saw one of the prescription bottles that we brought over with Anderson's name on it and it absolutely blew her mind.  She asked if she could take it back to show her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the meantime, we will look after orphans in their distress.  It feels a lot better than being mad at the world for being stuck here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, we went to meet Chris' class at the theater for a St. Nicholas celebration.  We got a great sampling of the Ukrainian culture and talent!  Some of the acts were throwbacks to variety shows of the 70's.....ahem, 80's.  One of the last numbers was LaBamba?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Later,&lt;br /&gt;Ande&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-2361068156877265371?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/2361068156877265371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=2361068156877265371' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/2361068156877265371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/2361068156877265371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2007/12/becoming-indigenous-its-like-we-live.html' title='On Becoming Indigenous (It&apos;s like we live here)'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540839518300696165.post-8866987366584264293</id><published>2007-12-16T21:06:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T22:12:25.758+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RVsme8dUX1k/R2V41WoZ0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/vsTE_5k1vB0/s1600-h/DSC00661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RVsme8dUX1k/R2V41WoZ0sI/AAAAAAAAABo/vsTE_5k1vB0/s320/DSC00661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144651007344104130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RVsme8dUX1k/R2V3pWoZ0rI/AAAAAAAAABg/pyN7CK16UXg/s1600-h/DSC00657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RVsme8dUX1k/R2V3pWoZ0rI/AAAAAAAAABg/pyN7CK16UXg/s320/DSC00657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144649701674046130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 15th, we celebrated Chris' 12th birthday.   The director actually allowed him to spend the night with us.  For those in Zap adopting, this is no big deal.  But up here in the big city it is seemingly unheard of.    We went to some American missionaries' home for dinner and they were so gracious.  We had an outstanding time meeting them and learning from their 12 years' experience in Ukraine.  They have 3 children who have grown up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, we stopped by a big grocery store and picked up the stellar cake you see here.  We ate it at 10:30pm, just to be sure everyone had enough sugar at bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture you see on top is not an ebay photo.  It is actually one of eight pictures, from every conceivable angle, our son took of his new Adidas tennis shoes that we gave him last night.  I have never seen any kid so proud of clothing.  You should see the nappy things he wears back at the OK Corral!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went back to Terminal to handle some unfinished business, riding the go-carts.  I was so ashamed of our American wimpy go-cart tracks after I got out of the car.  Here, they make you sign a waiver and pick from their cache of helmets.  They even have jumpsuits, if you want to go extreme.  The cool thing is, it's all indoors.  Long turns, FAST cars, and plenty of adrenaline.  I risked my life to bring you this footage (ok, that's a bit much).  I did have to sneak the camera onto the track, though.  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I have been in Ukraine for four weeks and feel like we have got little accomplished in the adoption process.  I am certainly not discouraged, though, just maybe a little frustrated.  I would not trade this time in Ukraine for anything, as it has been our privilege to minister to so many precious orphans.  I do have a simple request, though.  If you have been following our journey, I would love to hear from you.  Even if it is a simple hello.  I guess I just want to know who is out there in cyberspace journeying with us.  You really can't understand how much it means to us to know that you are all with us in spirit and prayer.  So please take a minute to say hi-  it would be a huge encouragement to us all.  We hope you all have a very Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Paula&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-7296561985051424462?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/7296561985051424462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=7296561985051424462' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/7296561985051424462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/7296561985051424462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2007/12/simple-selfish-request.html' title='Simple Selfish Request!'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540839518300696165.post-3563830823165205286</id><published>2007-12-15T10:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T11:09:46.395+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Pray with Us</title><content type='html'>While we were on the train back to Kiev, our facilitator called and said that he met with the judge and the news was not good.  The judge said she was very busy and could not meet with us until the end of JANUARY.  Things begin to wind down on the 20th for the holidays here.  He tried to explain to her our circumstances and she agreed to December 26.  The problem with this is that our tickets to leave are for the 24th.  I have no idea how we might navigate this.  Since the tickets were purchased with Skymiles and it is the Holidays, it is nearly impossible to get them changed.  I asked that we go back to the judge once more to request earlier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus' parable in Luke 18 comes to mind, where a lady seeking justice comes to the judge in the middle of the night.  He told her time after time to go away, but she was persistent.  He finally gave her justice after he grew tired of being bothered.  Please pray that our judges' heart will be changed.  It is somewhat discouraging to be here for 4 weeks and still not have court.  Kiev is SO slow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Ande&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-3563830823165205286?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/3563830823165205286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=3563830823165205286' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/3563830823165205286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/3563830823165205286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2007/12/please-pray-with-us.html' title='Please Pray with Us'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540839518300696165.post-1809464678279626711</id><published>2007-12-15T10:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T10:58:09.645+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Special Time</title><content type='html'>We spent the last 2 days down in Zaporizhzya, where there is a 13 year old girl who is very special to us.  When I stepped out of the car, the door to the orphanage bolted open and I thought she might tackle me.  It was the first time I had seen her in almost 2 years and I missed her more than I realized.  We visited, gave gifts,had some very good open discussion, and reconfirmed that many efforts are being made to get her home.  She understands why we are here this time and she is ok with it.  That is about all I should say about this for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to visit the director's office and I could not have felt less enthusiastic if I were having an arm amputated.  There is a lot of history here that I have much disdain for.  Without us asking, she allowed our special one to spend the night with us and be brought back at 3:00 the next day.  All of us were so excited.  We went out with the Graces and the Hartsocks for pizza that night.  The boys then went with the Hartsocks (Will and Garrett are best friends) and the girls went with us back to the Grace's.  On the way back to the flat, D. wanted to get a movie.  She picked out Mr. Bean.  I LOATHE Mr. Bean, but gladly agreed and we took it back and watched it while the monotone man translated into Russian everyone's role in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, we went shopping.  She needed warm boots and jeans.  She knew exactly what she wanted, which made me very glad.  She wore everything out of the store.  It was awesome.  We met our friends( from summer 2006), Nina and Marina, for lunch and had a great visit.  Finally, after getting everything D. might need for the next number of weeks, Yana (our friend and translator)and the rest of us piled into a not very large car and headed back to the orphanage.  No, I will not ever again joke about how many Mexicans can fit into a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed around until it was time for us to leave to go to the train station.  We almost got out of there without having to eat any of the famous orphanage food.  Almost.  The director quickly ordered a round of milk soup for us.  Rachael Ray she is not.  It was disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time to leave came and it was one of the hardest goodbyes I have ever had to make.  I still cannot think about it much without becoming exceedingly sad.  Nonetheless, I will treasure this time for weeks to come.  Now I am finished talking like a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much to the Graces and the Hartsocks for being so gracious and flexible.  They made everything so much better. We are so excited that they are closer to bringing their adoptions to a conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done for Now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ande&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-1809464678279626711?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/1809464678279626711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=1809464678279626711' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/1809464678279626711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/1809464678279626711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2007/12/very-special-time.html' title='A Very Special Time'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540839518300696165.post-5050102292036393604</id><published>2007-12-11T22:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T23:33:41.851+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I'/><title type='text'>We have soup!</title><content type='html'>We have had another great day.  Today our mission was to get a pitcher for sweet tea and a pot to cook soup in.  Last night we made our first meal at our flat, so we were ready to try to cook soup tonight.  We called Katia and Sonya to ask where to go, so they offered to take us shopping.  We went to the "bazaar", similar to a gigantic flea market but with more useful items.  It was quite an experience!  We finally found what we needed, and offered to buy the girls lunch.  They of course wanted McDonald's, so we took them to eat.  It was about 2:00, and while we were eating they both mentioned that it was their first meal of the day.  They were still hungry, so we went back to order more.  Then we told them we were headed to the orphanage.  They were visibly upset- torn because they wanted to be with us but didn't want to go to their old home.  I told them not to worry- we would meet them later and all have dinner together at our flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the orphanage, after sitting around for a while and not seeing any kids, the director came out and invited us to go sit in on a concert the older kids were doing.  It was wonderful to see many kids that we knew all playing their instruments.  What an unexpected treat!  Chris was not in the concert, and he was very glad to see us.  We then spent a few hours with Chris learning some more English words and explaining to him his extended family.  He was very happy to know that he has a big family, especially when we told him that everyone loves him and can't wait to meet him.  The only negative of the afternoon was when the older boys (ones that have been to America) began to pick on Chris and Noah.  It is such second nature for these older boys to pick on the younger kids.  As a momma, I started to get defensive, but I know that these boys are only doing what they have learned.  It was another sad reminder of orphanage life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving the orphanage, we met up with Katia and Sonya.  They wanted to teach us how to make Ukrainian soup.  We went back to our flat and made some of the best soup I've ever tasted!  It was such a great time--I only wish Chris could be with us.  As we talked, though, I became more and more aware of how these two go without things all the time.  Katia has no refrigerator, and both seem to be without food more often than with it.  I ended up making them "goody bags" full of our American snacks to take home.  They were so appreciative to have someone dote over them-- act like a mom might.   I had to stop and thank God once again for the opportunity to be a mom to these sweet orphans-even if it's only for a few days!  I am so blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still waiting to hear about court.  We have been assigned a judge, but she does not want to have court this week.  So we continue to wait.  We are hoping to head down to Zap and see our little girl in the next few days.  Please pray for all the details to work out.  Also, Chris's birthday is on Saturday, the 15th.  Please pray that he might be able to spend the night with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all,&lt;br /&gt;Paula, Ande and the kids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-5050102292036393604?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/5050102292036393604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=5050102292036393604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/5050102292036393604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/5050102292036393604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2007/12/we-have-had-another-great-day.html' title='We have soup!'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540839518300696165.post-3493050164247280212</id><published>2007-12-10T20:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T20:33:57.517+02:00</updated><title type='text'>So Many Orphans....</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a lot of fun while we were out doing things that we take for granted at home.  But the cold harshness of orphan life in Ukraine set in afterwards.  In order to simplify things, I decided to take Andrey (Chris) back to the orphanage and the rest of the family would go back to the flat.  Katia asked if it would be ok if she and Sonya went back to the orphanage too.  Of course, I said yes.  They had absolutely no desire to be there, but it became apparent that they just did not want to go back to where they call home.  Even after I took them to McDonald's (mainly because I needed food to-go for lack of it in the flat), they wanted to hang around so that they could eat with us at home.  We had a lot of fun packed into the phonebooth we call a kitchen.  We made fun of the way each other said words in English and Russian, and enjoyed fellowship. They stayed with us until it became evident that they would not be able to catch the metro, because it would stop at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    We have met some of Katia and Sonya's friends.  They are just wonderful and fun to be with. Their eyes all light up when we ask them to do anything with us.  They are so young to have involuntarily had such harsh life experiences.  What this rather quiet desperation taught me is just how bad they want a family, or at least someone who they can trust to invest time in them.  Sometimes we as parents try to create so many larger than life experiences for our kids.  I think all they really care about is being with us....unless we condition them otherwise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-3493050164247280212?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/3493050164247280212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=3493050164247280212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/3493050164247280212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/3493050164247280212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-many-orphans.html' title='So Many Orphans....'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540839518300696165.post-5474801626766312697</id><published>2007-12-09T20:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T21:40:19.341+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='s'/><title type='text'>Out on the Town</title><content type='html'>Dear Friends and Family,&lt;br /&gt;We have had a great weekend.  We got up Saturday and decided to head out for a little sightseeing.  Of course, we didn't have any directions, so it was rough going at first.  After stopping and asking directions (Paula had to ask, of course), and then getting more directions, we finally found the Lavra- a church built above catacombs (caves) that monks lived in around 1050 AD.  It was quite an interesting field trip. There are some beautiful buildings filled with many lovely works of art, particularly Madonnas and others from the Medieval period.  But it is an incredibly depressing place.  Walking into the area, you are accosted by begging kids.  There is lots of construction going on, as they continue to build more buildings, stores, and museums on the site.   It is very sad to see all the wealth and such great need in the same place.  And there is everything from candles, icons and religious trading cards (as the boys call them) for sale.  It is so sad to see such a depressing, empty religion.  I guess it could all be summed up with a question Noah asked me, "Mom, if this is a church, why are all the people so unhappy?  Everyone at Brook Hills is always smiling and happy."  It was a great opportunity to share with the kids why our beliefs are so different from Russian Orthodox.  Then we went through the creepy catacombs where all the people were going through kissing the tombs of dead saints.  The kids couldn't wait to get out of there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided that was enough culture for one day.  We headed back to the flat to try again the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a great day.  Our group of 9- Ande, me, our 3 bio kids, Andrey, his friend Oleg, and 2 orphan graduates from Andrey's orphanage (Katia and Sonya) -headed to the left bank to the Terminal.   This is a mall with bowling, iceskating, movie theater, go-carts, etc.  A kid's paradise!!  Andrey had his heart set on ice skating, so we ended up ice skating, bowling, and having pizza!  And to top it all off, we met up with our friends Oleg and Lena V. and kids.  Yes, our group just got bigger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished up the day (yes, quite exhausted) and got on the marshrutka- taxi bus.  We managed to fit 30 people in a 15 passenger van for a 20 minute ride back to the metro.   Ah, yes, Ukraine!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are looking forward to being assigned a judge tomorrow, and hopefully begin negotiations (ha, ha!) with a judge for a court date.  Please pray that this will happen quickly.    Also, please pray for Chris's sweet heart.  He told Ande tonight that he doesn't want to go back to the orphanage any more.  I know he will be devastated if we have to return to America without him.  Pray for him to understand and be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and miss you all,&lt;br /&gt;Paula, Ande, and the kids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-5474801626766312697?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/5474801626766312697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=5474801626766312697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/5474801626766312697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/5474801626766312697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2007/12/out-on-town.html' title='Out on the Town'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540839518300696165.post-5387374746128993348</id><published>2007-12-07T20:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T21:02:32.395+02:00</updated><title type='text'>One Step Closer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RVsme8dUX1k/R1mP6_8UOsI/AAAAAAAAAA4/D9OGiODHHSU/s1600-h/DSC00096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RVsme8dUX1k/R1mP6_8UOsI/AAAAAAAAAA4/D9OGiODHHSU/s200/DSC00096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141298693379734210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RVsme8dUX1k/R1mP7P8UOtI/AAAAAAAAABA/H-QJiYXnpZI/s1600-h/DSC00191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RVsme8dUX1k/R1mP7P8UOtI/AAAAAAAAABA/H-QJiYXnpZI/s200/DSC00191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141298697674701522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are hoping, based on what we heard today, that we go to court on Friday.  Mathematically, it looks like we are running out of time to be able to get Chris home this year because the U.S. Embassy closes for 2 weeks on December 24.  Yes, the work ethic is staggering.  Our return tickets say December 24, so it will probably require one of us to come back after the new year to get his passport, etc. done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anderson and I went to visit him at the orphanage today.  We had a great time and it looks, more and more, like he is fitting well into our family.  We went to the little store down the block and while we were there, he wanted to buy one of his teachers a Birthday present.  So we picked up a box of chocolates for her.  He always seems to be thinking of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned to the orphanage and continued our visit.  He learned a few more English phrases and we laughed a lot.  When the director came out, I asked him if she was good to him.  He patted the top of his head and said this is what she does to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have our first inside joke.  Our facilitator, George, is very tall and has a goatee.  He also has some "interesting" views about life.  Many of them are based on beliefs and superstitions here.  Anderson and I call him "George the Jedi."  We shared this with him and he loved it.  I wish he could do a Jedi mind trick on the judge and everyone else to get us through this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really do know that God has everything in the palm of His hand.  If mine and Paula's timing has worked the way we planned, we would only have a little girl who currently lives about 8 hours south.  He knew that  Chris was supposed to be our son.  It took about a year and a half to get Chris out of the shelter and through their legal process to make him available.  Otherwise, he would be destined to be alone the rest of his days on earth.  It makes my brain hurt to think of how so much of life hangs on what we call thin threads and choices that we make.  Playing it safe sure sounds boring to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, we are still pursuing the little girl to the south of us- more on that another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go for now.  Tomorrow, we plan to finally see some of the historical sites of this very old city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Ande&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=29&amp;amp;chapter=55&amp;amp;verse=9&amp;amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;Isaiah 55:9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As the heavens are higher than the earth,  so are my ways higher than your ways  and my thoughts than your thoughts."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-5387374746128993348?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/5387374746128993348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=5387374746128993348' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/5387374746128993348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/5387374746128993348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2007/12/one-step-closer.html' title='One Step Closer'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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://bp2.blogger.com/_RVsme8dUX1k/R1mP6_8UOsI/AAAAAAAAAA4/D9OGiODHHSU/s72-c/DSC00096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540839518300696165.post-1454569330819340468</id><published>2007-12-05T22:16:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T22:31:47.409+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RVsme8dUX1k/R1cHkP8UOrI/AAAAAAAAAAw/zZOF1E7MBIo/s1600-h/DSC00208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RVsme8dUX1k/R1cHkP8UOrI/AAAAAAAAAAw/zZOF1E7MBIo/s320/DSC00208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140585819002911410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a week in this flat, we finally have the ability to post pictures.  It is as if we are working with contractors!  Every time we ask "When will we get internet?"  The answer is always "Tomorrow."  Such is life when you are reliving the movie "Groundhog Day." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have all the papers needed to petition the court.  We hope to find out more specifics tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I (Ande) am back in Ukraine in all its glory.  After a very tough week for all of us, it is good to be back with Paula and the kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrey is doing great.  He has picked a name- Chris.  He will be known as Christopher Andrew Underwood after we finish with this process.  After we bent our minds thinking of names for him before we got here, he would not budge off of "Krees."  Half of the time I cannot even call my other 3 kids by their proper names, now I get to make the transition from Andrey to Chris. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His English improves daily and he is motivated to learn.  He really has the look of "Hey, I cannot believe I am being adopted."  He was talking with some of the other boys in the orphanage who are more savvy about adoption and they let him know that the process can take a year.  He asked us how in the world we got our paperwork in so fast, since we just met him this summer.  I almost choked on my shashlik!  I told him that we have been trying for 2 1/2 years to get paperwork in and he just "came along at the right time."  He thought that was great...he said "Klas!", which means cool.  He quickly went and informed all of the lads about his good fortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until we do the exact same thing tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Ande&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-1454569330819340468?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/1454569330819340468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=1454569330819340468' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/1454569330819340468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/1454569330819340468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2007/12/finally-pictures.html' title='Finally Pictures'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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://bp1.blogger.com/_RVsme8dUX1k/R1cHkP8UOrI/AAAAAAAAAAw/zZOF1E7MBIo/s72-c/DSC00208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540839518300696165.post-5431613100133384577</id><published>2007-12-03T06:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T07:10:14.435+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You.</title><content type='html'>Without great turmoil, one cannot experience great peace.  I am sure that it is not an original thought, but it is a recurring one for me.  I am speaking of the peace of God that was promised to all believers and makes no sense to anyone else.  [Philippians 4:7]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Thank you all so much for all the prayers and encouragement that you offered on my behalf during such a trying time.  As strange as it may sound, the memorial service for my dad was so inspirational.  He retired from the ministry 8 years ago.  What amazed me were the stories of all that he did in the lives of so many after that time.  I had no idea how he did much with relatively little. My dad is my hero, and he finished well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Meanwhile, I should arrive in Ukraine on Tuesday morning to join my family in finishing what we started.  Please continue to pray that we will get out of court in time to get home by the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Ande&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-5431613100133384577?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/5431613100133384577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=5431613100133384577' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/5431613100133384577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/5431613100133384577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2007/12/thank-you.html' title='Thank You.'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540839518300696165.post-6325758976196471488</id><published>2007-12-01T12:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T13:05:22.406+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rested and ready to go!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning I woke up exhausted after not getting home the night before until 9:30 p.m.  The kids were worn out, too, so we decided to take the day off.   I can't believe how much energy it takes just to get food, get to the internet cafe, and get to the orphanage and back every day.  It involves 3 hours a day on public transportation, so that is a lot of it.  I asked George to let Andrey know that we were not coming today.  I am suprised how much I miss him if we don't go everyday- but it is such a good thing to feel more and more that he really is our son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met our friends- the Grace's- to try to help them get lunch and navigate the metro.  Lily is so happy to spend time with another girl!  It's also great to talk to another family who's going through this same journey and speaks English!!  It was a great afternoon, and we actually made it back to our flat before dark.  We just relaxed and watched a movie, then headed to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today we are feeling rested and ready to go.   And it is such a special day for us.  One of the orphanage graduates that we met 2 summers ago- Sonya- is having her sweet 16th birthday today!  I mentioned her the other day on another post.  God's timing is so perfect, as we are going to take her shopping and to dinner tonight.  She is so excited about celebrating her birthday with us- she has never had a special birthday with family.  We are so blessed to be her family today, and make this a day she will forever remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are all having a blessed day,&lt;br /&gt;Paula and the kids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-6325758976196471488?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/6325758976196471488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=6325758976196471488' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/6325758976196471488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/6325758976196471488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2007/12/rested-and-ready-to-go.html' title='Rested and ready to go!'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540839518300696165.post-8216677392216264342</id><published>2007-11-29T19:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T20:07:33.286+02:00</updated><title type='text'>We are OK!</title><content type='html'>Dear family and friends,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot tell you how much all of your posts have meant to us during this time.  We feel your prayers and love, and we feel immeasurably blessed.  We long to see all of you again, and tell you personally how much you mean to us.   Ande has made it back home safely, and the funeral is at 2:30 p.m. on Thursday afternoon.  We are fairing well here now that I have a working phone.  Ande tried to leave me so prepared, but forgot to tell me the password to our cell phone.  So I was without any communication or phone numbers for a day- I know that we didn't have any of these modern conveniences when I was growing up, but I can't imagine what people did (and I lived it!).  It was a helpless and anxious feeling for several hours, but all is good now.  I think I'm  the only woman who has ever taken three kids all over Kiev on the Metro, at least that's what all the stares are communicating.  And at every official visit we make for documents, I am told that it is impossible for such a small woman to have three children- and want more.  As our facilitator, George, would say, "It is unreasonable!"  But I just smile, and say "spaceba" (thank you).  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By the way, I do have a new phone number- 380 678726947.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please continue to pray for my sweet husband and our family.  Anderson informed me today that he does not like being the man of the family, and is ready for dad to get back!  Ande will fly out on Sunday and get back here Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrey is doing great.  We had our official visit with the director (more to come later), a whole 3 1/2 hours, and the kids were wonderful.  She told everyone at the orphanage what angels they were!  At least for a few hours!   Andrey is really warming up to our family, opening up, and we're really seeing his precious personality.   He is very smart, is #1 in his English class, and his English is improving everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed beyond measure,&lt;br /&gt;Paula and the kids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-8216677392216264342?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/8216677392216264342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=8216677392216264342' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/8216677392216264342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/8216677392216264342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2007/11/we-are-ok.html' title='We are OK!'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540839518300696165.post-2504559365677759923</id><published>2007-11-26T11:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T11:52:48.654+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Day</title><content type='html'>Dear Friends and Family,&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry to say that we got a call about  an hour ago to let us know that Ande's dad has passed away.  We are all grieving the loss of this wonderful father and grandfather, but we rejoice that he is now at home with our Savior and Lord.  Please pray especially for our children as this is the first loss they have experienced.  Also, please pray that Ande can quickly get a flight back home.  We have a lot of official stuff to do today so that he can leave.  Please pray that it all goes smoothly.  We love you and miss you all,&lt;br /&gt;Paula&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-2504559365677759923?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/2504559365677759923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=2504559365677759923' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/2504559365677759923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/2504559365677759923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2007/11/sad-day.html' title='Sad Day'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540839518300696165.post-3605868167100376293</id><published>2007-11-25T19:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T20:04:29.378+02:00</updated><title type='text'>One Step Closer</title><content type='html'>Well, we had an opportunity to get the inspector past us and now we will go tomorrow for the "official visit" to the orphanage.  Our facilitator came by today to make sure the paperwork was in order from our perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrey/Vitalik spent the day with us and we took them to eat at the Fat House, a good Ukrainan restaurant.  Andrey chose this, as he had never been there.  They loaded up and ate it all.  Andrey wanted to buy his teacher some perfume, so the boys and I went and took care of that.  After going to the underground mall to play video games and eating ice cream, they enjoyed sitting around the flat playing games and hanging out.  Andrey asked George, our facilitator, if we would be in America before his birthday on Dec. 15.   George could not be optimistic about this, but I told him there would be a late celebration.  He told me that he enjoys riding the Ripstick and bikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No change with my Dad.  My brother said that the CAT scan shows severe hemorrhaging in the brain and it does not look good.  Please continue to pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Ande&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-3605868167100376293?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/3605868167100376293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=3605868167100376293' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/3605868167100376293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/3605868167100376293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-step-closer.html' title='One Step Closer'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540839518300696165.post-5862134839676485440</id><published>2007-11-23T21:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T21:24:23.535+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Pray</title><content type='html'>As I (Ande) write this, my father is in a hospital in Dothan, AL.  He had surgery on Tuesday to remove a cyst on his brain, a somewhat routine procedure.  72 hours later, he is in a coma.  I spoke to my mom tonight and she is preparing for the worst case.  Please pray wisdom for my mom and brother, who is there with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am staying the course on which we were brought and praying without ceasing.  If The Father does call my dad home, mom and I are at peace.  Our relationship has been good and I am grateful for the influence he has had on my life.  I am so glad that I drove 3 hours to visit him the Sunday before I left.  On that visit, he told me how excited he was to meet Andrey and that he was ready to love Andrey just like he did our other 3 children.   It was a very good time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someone reading this needs to get in the car to go see a parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the adoption front, everything seems to be going well.  Our facilitator got the referral yesterday and we went today to get the inspector to sign the paper that allows us to make the official visit to the orphanage on Monday.  From there, we hope for the court date to be assigned by the end of the week.  From what our facilitator says, Andrey is regarded as one of the best boys in the orphanage.  It is nice to hear people brag on your kid, even when he is not yours yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go for now.  We are on to our first weekend in Kiev.  Hopefully we will move to another flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for cheering in the stands for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-5862134839676485440?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/5862134839676485440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=5862134839676485440' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/5862134839676485440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/5862134839676485440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2007/11/please-pray.html' title='Please Pray'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540839518300696165.post-1255703723048731813</id><published>2007-11-22T13:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T14:12:22.043+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>Well, today is Thanksgiving.  We just left from having a wonderful, and familiar, lunch at TGI Fridays.  The kids were so thankful for food that they recognized!!  We miss all of our family back in the US, but honestly there is no place we'd rather be today.  We are getting ready to go to the orphanage after we finish posting.  We went around the table at lunch and all said what we were thankful for.  It was so sweet to hear all the kids say how thankful they were to be here and for the opportunity to be with the orphans.  It is so good to know that this is a journey that God has called our whole family to- not just Ande and I. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we sat around the apartment half the day waiting to move to a bigger flat (apartment).  After repacking everything, we got a call that we were not moving.  They were afraid of renting to a family with three kids- go figure- and they didn't even know that we had one more coming in a few weeks.  So we are still at our one-room flat. And our toilet continues to overflow- last night about 1/2 inch of standing water.  And the water won't turn off in the kitchen.  But we're really not complaining- it just makes us thankful for our house in America.  Please pray that we can move soon.  We've called in help from our friend, Oleg V. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went to the orphanage and were so excited to see Sonya from 2 summers ago.  I had called her and asked to meet her.  She was so excited, and there were hugs all around.  Her English is amazing, but I was most taken with her sweet disposition.  For those of you who don't know Sonya, she was probably one of the more difficult orphans we've met in the summer program.  Brilliant, but angry.  Beautiful, but cold.  But we all loved on her, stayed in contact with her during the year, and she became a Christian this summer at Radooga camp.  To see a girl like her literally transformed by the love of Christ, that is what I am most thankful for today.  To get to see it close up, and to know that only God can save these children.  But He allows us the joy and privelege of coming alongside.  What an amazing Father we have!  So have a wonderful Thanksgiving and please say a prayer of thanks on behalf of children like Sonya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-1255703723048731813?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/1255703723048731813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=1255703723048731813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/1255703723048731813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/1255703723048731813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540839518300696165.post-7282661252102835998</id><published>2007-11-21T12:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T12:14:03.096+02:00</updated><title type='text'>We got the referral!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, we had the appointment at the SDA and we will have our referral for Andrey tomorrow between 5-6.  It was so nerve-rachetting to sit there while they went to look for his file!!  It took about 10 minutes, but it seemed like half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The representatives at the SDA were very nice.  It is helpful to at least attempt a few Russian words, as it seemed to break the ice with us.  They really did not ask us many questions, and the 2 ladies were very warm towards Paula and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for praying!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, in case you did not catch it, our cell phone number is 011 38 067 4991384.  Remember to make sure you have international calling.  With ATT, it is very inexpensive to call on a cell phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-7282661252102835998?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/7282661252102835998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=7282661252102835998' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/7282661252102835998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/7282661252102835998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2007/11/we-got-referral.html' title='We got the referral!!!'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540839518300696165.post-1983643242321753422</id><published>2007-11-21T08:33:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T08:41:58.884+02:00</updated><title type='text'>SDA Appointment Today</title><content type='html'>We leave in about an hour for our SDA appointment.  It will be good to actually get something going in the process, now that we have mastered public transportation and all.  We visited again with Andrey yesterday.  Let me tell you, he is deadly accurate with a snowball.  We had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhenya, from last summer, is 15 today.  He is such a great boy.  He always has a smile on his face and a positive attitude despite his circumstances.  When I saw him, he recalled every detail of the time we had together at lake day.  The thought came crashing down again that he has never had anyone ever invest a moment in his life.  To be honest, I had difficulty being happy for him because I know that the clock is ticking for this young man.  About a year from now he will be given a blessing and a shove from the orphanange and sent into a proven system for failure.  No life skills, no parents, no money, no job.  I layed awake half of the night thinking about him and praying for his future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope today will be a step in the right direction for Andrey.  Blessings to all of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-1983643242321753422?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/1983643242321753422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=1983643242321753422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/1983643242321753422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/1983643242321753422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2007/11/sda-appointment-today.html' title='SDA Appointment Today'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540839518300696165.post-2248058038810552090</id><published>2007-11-20T09:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T10:06:29.742+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Full Monty</title><content type='html'>Today we really began the experience of living life in Ukraine.  I began by coming to post on the blog followed by a trip to the market, where speaking a little bit of Russian can only do you a little bit of good.  Nonetheless, the caveman here was able to drag home the daily rations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I later went to buy a cell phone from the Kievstar store.  Being in sales, I am still entertained by people in the stores here who seem generally bothered when you come in to buy something.  We got out of there now able to communicate with someone- the phone in our flat was not working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We called Stacy Hennesy and arranged to meet her at the orphanage.  Yes, we had no permission from anyone official at the orphanage and yes, we decided to take our chances (I am trying to sound like Zhenya here).  On the way to the metro, we hit the local McDonald's, where I was recognized as Superdad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got out at the Nivky station to catch the 719 bus to the orphanage.  It was here the our family thought we would freeze to death.  Lily kept her blood flowing by picking up snow every 4 steps.  When we finally followed the right crowd standing underneath the right sign with 719 on it, we boarded the 719.  I wish someone had told me that Guiness would be on hand to capture our attempt to break the world record for most people on a bus, I would have worn a different shirt.  I looked at the sign on the front of the bus and saw that it was 1.25 grivna per person.  I gave the driver 6.25 and he handed me 1.25 back and said nothing.  I thought that I was getting the Guiness participant discount so I went back to, you guessed it, the VERY back of the bus.  As soon as I sat down, the driver began screaming "molodoy chilavek" and what sounded like @#%$*&amp;amp; in Russian.  I knew that he was talking to me, but had no idea what he was saying, so I decided to blend in with the environment by sitting like a bump on a log.  Unphased, he kept on.  Finally, a lady said "pyat grivna."  So I sent him 5 more grivnas and the lashing stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally did get to the orphanage, about 6:15, Andrey was there waiting in the lobby.  He was so glad to see us all and we exchanged the usual pleasantries.  All of the boys from last summer came in and we hung out for about 2 hours.  We took crazy pictures and watched little Yuri (from 2 summers ago) do amazing gymnastics in foyer hallway.  We had a great time seeing what the boys do when the director is on vacation.  Andrey's caretaker came out and told us what a good boy he was and that she really would miss him.  She told us we could take him out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally left and made it home from our first real day in Ukraine.  Scarred but smarter, we had a great time and vowed to do it again the next day.  Thanks so much for all the prayers.  It is amazing to be a part of all of this and we feel so privileged to be a part of "religion that God sees as pure and faultless."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will get the phone number posted once I reload minutes and can get it off of the phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-2248058038810552090?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/2248058038810552090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=2248058038810552090' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/2248058038810552090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/2248058038810552090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2007/11/full-monty.html' title='The Full Monty'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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-6540839518300696165.post-3255186811236143791</id><published>2007-11-20T09:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T09:24:17.298+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I Almost Forgot!!</title><content type='html'>We spent a day in New York on the way here.  Here is a little footage from the subway.  The kids did not know what to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fzLtF_PxbYw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fzLtF_PxbYw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-3255186811236143791?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/3255186811236143791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=3255186811236143791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/3255186811236143791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/3255186811236143791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-almost-forgot.html' title='I Almost Forgot!!'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540839518300696165.post-9097087925765313018</id><published>2007-11-18T16:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T16:11:10.297+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Privyet!! (Hi!)</title><content type='html'>We made it!  About 2:00am CST we landed in Kiev.  It is cold here, about 27 degrees and snow on the ground.  The kids are absolutely thrilled, since they have maybe seen snow once in their recollection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got through New York fine.  When we got to the airport, we unloaded 9 checked bags.  At the ticket counter, the agent only counted 8.  We had no idea where the other one was, what was in it, or where it could have gone in 100 yards from the street to the inside.   We did know that we had all of OUR clothes.  What we were not sure about was if the missing bag had Andrey's clothes we bought him or all the gifts for everyone in the entire country of Ukraine.  (Can I get an ugh! from all the ones who have adopted?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to Kiev, 9 bags appeared.  We were so grateful that our prayers were answered in this way.  We are hunkering down in a flat next door to TGI Fridays.  I will have a cell phone number in the next day or 2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for keeping us in your thoughts and prayers.  Story developing...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-9097087925765313018?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/9097087925765313018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=9097087925765313018' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/9097087925765313018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/9097087925765313018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2007/11/privyet-hi.html' title='Privyet!! (Hi!)'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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-6540839518300696165.post-4724933722765373887</id><published>2007-11-15T06:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T06:11:04.469+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving Soon!</title><content type='html'>Unlike most families, we have had a month's notice of when we would be leaving.  In these final hours, we are ready to leave so that we can stop wondering what else we have to buy, or pack, or remember for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are excited that so many people we know are, or will be, in Ukraine with us.  I know of no other situation where so many friends have been together to accomplish the same thing at the same time.  It is as if God were "parting the Red Sea" of the orphanages in Ukraine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the details, we will get on a plane headed for New York at 10:35am this Friday.  We will stay overnight and fly to Kiev at 5:45pm on Saturday.  From there, I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pursuing the dream......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6540839518300696165-4724933722765373887?l=underwoodadoption.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/feeds/4724933722765373887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6540839518300696165&amp;postID=4724933722765373887' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/4724933722765373887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6540839518300696165/posts/default/4724933722765373887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underwoodadoption.blogspot.com/2007/11/leaving-soon.html' title='Leaving Soon!'/><author><name>Ande and Paula Underwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504559918140591543</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>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
