I don't know why but this particular metro stop seems to be very unkempt--papers, cigarette butts, pop caps, bottles, trash all over the place. It seems so weird because the other stops I've been at have been much tidier. I have figured out which way to go just by remembering right-left-left: I turn right after getting off the subway itself, turn left after exiting the station and follow that underground hallway all the way to the end where I again turn left and go up the stairs to the outside. I have absolutely NO, ZERO, ZILCH sense of direction underground. If I remember my simple directs then it is only a matter of about 4 or 5 blocks to the orphanage gate. Sometimes there's a guy sitting at the gate, sometimes not. Sometimes he has stopped us, sometimes not.
Our visit on Thursday was another tough one. Steven came to us pleasantly and calmly enough but soon was much more interested in running off than staying near us. He loves to play the chase game--and that's fine when it's a GAME but not when we are telling him no. So when I went to fetch him from distant parts of a galaxy far, far away (otherwise known as another part of the orphanage than where he was supposed to be) I didn't go laughing and running. I tried to just walk faster than he did, catch him and then carry him calmly but firmly back where he was supposed to be. One time when we returned I had him sit on my lap which he did NOT like and another time I just placed him in the chair. Then he spent a lot of time hiding behind the ceiling- to-floor curtains that are along most of one side of this hallway. I could just imagine him pulling the curtains down so wasn't real crazy about this arrangement. I thought perhaps he'd come out if he saw we weren't chasing him but that didn't work. I found out that he wasn't just hiding there, he was also working on pitching our toys out the window. Only the ball escaped to the great beyond; the finger puppets saved themselves by clinging to the window sill from whence I rescued them and returned them to the safety of the bag. I switched to this wiggly, squiggly ball-thing and Steven seemed to like the feel of it. He was still holding it when it was time for him to go eat and that was fine.
To be honest I was pretty discouraged after this visit. I would appreciate emails/comments from people who have dealt with this kind of stuff before and lived to tell about it--and whose kids are coming around to normalcy in their behavior and attachment. Yes, of course we know we should expect institutional behavior but I guess there's always a part of us that really, truly hopes we won't have to deal with it--that when a child comes into contact with our marvelous selves that 5+ years of learned behavior will just miraculously disappear.
Teresa and I stayed up really late and consequently did not rise and shine anywhere near the break of dawn this morning. I was laying around doing some Bible reading about Jesus' attitude and response to children when I heard this chirping sound and thought a bird had got into our kitchen through the open window. Nope, it was our doorbell and soon the door opened and a blond-headed lady carrying a computer monitor entered calling out "hello?" I was embarrassed to say the least that I was still in bed and not dressed for company. Thankfully I was decently clothed (though later found out I had my shirt on backwards!) by her return trip with other computer parts which she was soon assembling in the living room while I washed my hair. Sadly however, we still do not have internet. According to the apartment people, the computer was working fine but by the time it arrived at our apartment, it was no longer functioning properly. I was promised a phone call by the end of the day. OK, it's after 8 pm. Apparently not by the end of THIS day. Otherwise I guess we'll move on Sunday.
Visit today a little better. More later.