Apparently our papers are still sitting on the head judge's desk. Each person here has so many days they're allowed to take to get their part done...I don't know how many days he has but obviously he doesn't seem to have any urgency about this matter. Our facilitator told us not to get discouraged as this is typical in this region. We are pioneers here and that means we have no idea what each day will bring...or won't bring as in today's situation. Our facilitator was told to call back at 10:00 tomorrow morning to see if the head judge had assigned our case to a judge yet. After our case is assigned to a judge I have no idea how long it will take to get a court date. The ten day wait has almost zero chance of being waived here...if it were waived that would be like pigs flying...which to my knowledge has not yet happened (although I have no idea what is going on in America so it IS possible I suppose). Maybe our case wasn't assigned today because it would have been assigned to the bad judge if it were...just trying to see the bright side here.
Our visits with Zoya are definitely getting tougher to keep her entertained. She wants to be active and scoot around the floor but that is not allowed. Tonight when they brought her out to us they put a barrette in her hair which I though was so sweet because they have seen us bring our own bows and put them in her hair each time. Zoya definitely seems to be healthier than some of the other kids we see there....and by healthier I mean larger! She is not skinny like a lot of the other kids there and for that we are thankful.
Here is a video of Zoya sitting herself up. Yes I know her spaghetti legs shouldn't be in that position, but we'll work on it when we aren't sitting on a concrete floor with a slippery blanket! She's so sweet.
Here is a short little video of her sweet smile in action.
Just for fun:
Tonight's dinner: Chicken noodle soup and french fries without ketchup (there was an entire isle of ketchup-looking products and we had no idea what was what). Shawn and I have been torturing each other about food lately. He will say, "what do you want for dinner?" and I will say, "hmmm Plymouth Pizza" and he will tell me he wants buffalo wings. So tonight I'm pretending my soup is pizza and he is pretending his french fries are wings.
Please keep praying for us!!