One year ago today, Terry and I made the ninth and last trip to Taldom from Moscow, painfully aware that life as we knew was about to change dramatically. (Update: it did) `There have been moments throughout the year when we have looked across the living room at these kids and thought "Who the hell are these people and what are they doing in my house." That doesn't happen anymore because we crossed the threshold where you may briefly yearn for a resspite from the insanity but you cannot imagine your life without them.
The Sugrue kids have landed into the Sudbury school system like two Sputniks. There is now a woman whose fulltime teaching assistant position is dedicating to helping the our kids. Despite their sometimes odd, sociopathic behaviour, I am enormously proud of Aly and Jack. They are infused with some kind of special sauce that makes them survive. They would have every right to be sullen or scared but they are neither. Both kids embrace life in a big way.
Last night I discovered that I can use Russian to talk to Terry if I don't want the kids to know what I'm saying. They are becoming normal and that makes us a little sad. The incredible journey will be forgotten. Hell week at the Moscow hotel. Meeting the grandparents and cousins. The mind-boggling switch to English. Overcoming exceptionally bad behavior. Terry and I will remember these things but it will be a private matter.
Mala dyets, you guys (nice job).
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