Day one with our new daughter

We went to pick her up just before 10am this morning. I brought cloths, a diaper, boots, coat, hat; mittens….the children from Russian orphanages come with nothing. That is unless you ask; we were given a bow, since we admired them so much and an orange plastic toy fox they said she likes.
We met another couple from Grand Rapids, Minnesota, who adopted a little boy from Baby house #1, same as us. Their names are Ken and Cathy. We all went together to pick up our children today. I have not stopped giggling yet, at the scenario Ken shared about his experience in court. Cathy is a Canadian citizen, not US, so she was not allowed in the court room. As with our adoption, they discuss in court that they will make a birth certificate for each child with the adoptive parents as the birth parents (don’t ask me why) Ken said when the people in court all realized that Cathy, because of her citizenship, could not be put down as the birth mother. They all started shuffling papers, and came up with this; Ken is the birth father, birth mother is unknown. That’s great!
We wait for 30-45 minutes for them to bring the children to us. We were unclear what was going on. I now think they were saying good-bye to her. A woman I didn’t recognize brought her to us with an angry face. When we left the building, we passed her room and the door was closed. It must be so hard to take care of this beautiful children then one day say good bye forever. Although they say we are going back for a good bye party, I have not figured out yet what that’s about.
Craig left for Seoul, for the night. Tomorrow he flies from Seoul to LA, then LA to Minneapolis .It was hard to let go of him! Boy, do I wish Naomi and I were with him!!! I miss the boys so much, now all three of them!
Naomi is doing great. She has not cried yet, she has fallen down a few times, but just keeps going. She just runs around smiling all the time. She recognizes me, but she is not clingy or nervous. She seems like she’s having fun exploring. It took me an hour to get her to go to sleep tonight. She seems strong willed, still no crying during this hour, but she was protesting, by throwing a little fit for me.
I’m still amazed by her; I can’t believe she is ours!