PIZZA HUT

As I have posted in the past, we have eaten very well on this trip, unlike last trip. Mark Schatte cooked many meals for us, we went out a few nights, and one night, a missionary family from Florida invited us to their home in Irkutsk for a delicious homecooked meal. That said, however, a full month out of country will have you craving familiar food. Today at lunch, we walked out of our hotel and walked about five or ten minutes to see what we could find. We saw a Pizza Hut. It was just like home. We had a pepperoni pizza and some cheese sticks, and boy was it good. Evan turned up his nose at the pizza and he had a slice of bread. He has done great with the jet lag, and I think it may have even helped. Now, he fights sleep as he always has, but with the five hour difference, he finally gives up his fight at about eight for his bedtime (that's 1 am his time), and about noon for his nap (5 pm his time, his normal nap is 12 pm). So those are two tantrums that we've avoided. This morning, when he woke up, he actually looked at his bare foot, pointed to his sock that had come off at night, and said sock. We were excited. Also, we've met more couples than we can count. Last year we hid from adoptive couples while we were here. We just didn't want to talk about it. This year, we're seeking them out. Brandi just went up stairs a few minutes ago. She had blogged already, and then the computer malfunctioned, and she lost it before she could save it. I've tried to hit all the key points that she told me about, but if I missed any, she'll blog later. See you soon.

Brandi, Clay, and Evan