Kids speak the same language

We were planning to go to a zoo today, but one of the kids developed a fever last night. The plan was to spend the day mostly in the apartment to keep the kids out of the weather. We were wondering how to keep the kids busy, but our toys worked. 

The funniest activity (at least to me) was Dad Goes To Jail. The kids would "lock" Bryan up in our closet, shouting orders in English through the door: "Stand up!" "Sit down!" (They don't know much English, but they do know that, some numbers, and some colors.) Sometimes they would even let him out to have some bread and water.

We walked to the same lunch spot we went yesterday. I thought I ordered the same thing, but instead I ordered sweet pierogi, filled with sweetened cottage cheese and strawberries. They were good, but I missed my other ones. First we ordered the kids one meal to share. Since this was our first meal together, we had no idea how much they ate. They wanted fried potatoes (french fries) and chicken. And Coca Cola. Fortunately, the bottles were small :). From all appearances today, they are healthy eaters. They also wanted to take home the glass Coke bottles (you know, to give the prisoner some water). 

Before we went home, we made our daily trip to the grocery store, this time with the kids. They picked out yogurt, pudding, chocolate-y cereal, a sucker, and a couple of toys. I know you probably don't care what they picked out, but doesn't it sound like something the kids in your life would pick? While we were there, one of them dropped the Coke bottle and it smashed into a thousand pieces. Again, doesn't that sound like something that would happen to you?

We came home and they proceeded to eat 4 things of yogurt and two things of pudding. I predict a large grocery bill.

Today, they initiated more physical contact. When we took them back tonight, one child gave each of us a hug.  I definitely feel like they enjoy being with us. Still, sometimes I can tell that they need space. One of them held my hand for awhile, then stopped. Then later hugged me. 

Things that are challenging...it's frustrating that I don't know how to say, "Please don't stand so close to the front of the elevator that doesn't have a door on it because your coat could get caught." We're picking up quite a few food words, but that doesn't help the commands to do (or not do) something. We have at least one more day with our translator. She said that it will be good when she leaves because we will be forced to communicate. Now, if we don't understand something, she steps in. Thursday, it will be sink or swim (or more likely, Google Translate).