ONE Week Left: Say WHAT?!

Guys.

I have ONE week left.

Less than that...

I only have FOUR days left of work.

WHAT??!!!!!!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

I'm completely torn.

I am stoked to go home to see all of you but it is KILLING me to think of leaving my babes.

When I think of what I do here I think of my cuddle sessions with my little lady Smiles (her nickname now).

She is going hard core cross eyed and is a ball of joy.

I go into her room everyday for some quality one-on-one snuggle time.

I could seriously spend all day with this girly and never get tired of her.

She RARELY cries but instead she spends 99% of her time sticking her tongue out while going cross eyed, laughing the CUTEST laugh, or smiling so big that her eyes close because the rest of her face can't even handle all that happiness!

Precious.

P.S. This is NOT a picture of her. Ha. I googled this.

I don't know how I am going to handle not kissing and snuggling with this chicka again!

I don't want to think of Friday when I will have to say goodbye to her and the rest of my babies.

I feel like these kids and I (and Auntie DeeDee/Debra) have formed this little extended family.

Good grief I love my little mix-matched family here.

I am addicted to these kids and I don't want to leave them!!!

What do I do guys?!

I'm sorry that this post has the worst punctuation and sentence structure but it's either this or no post at all. I'm too busy holding babies and I don't have much time for blogging or editing! Ha.

Romania is cool with its monasteries and whatever but let's be honest...

I'm not here for that.

(even though that part is great too)

I'm not here for sight seeing or taking silly pictures (even though I do a lot of that).

I am here for the KIDS.

They have been my world these past 3 months and I am DYING inside thinking about 

not seeing and holding them everyday and kissing their little fingers and rocking them to sleep and singing nursery rhymes and feeding them from giant glass bottles and putting 14 layers of clothes on them and teaching them to call me MoMo**.

**Today I was holding one little boy who the workers said doesn't understand anything we say to him and I was trying to teach him to say "Mama." Who cares what the workers or doctors or nurses say? What if he understands more than we give him credit for?! Well, it paid off! HE SAID MAMA!!!!!! Not once. Not twice. I asked him three times and he said it three times. MAMA!!!!!!

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

It was...

Pure bliss.

I know it is probably really wonderful when it is actually your own baby but c'mon guys, this kiddo doesn't have anyone else and so he IS mine (and Debra's too of course). We have joint motherhood custody over these babies and it is the BEST when they call us Mama. We actually try to teach the kids to call me MoMo and her DeeDee but we'll take Mama, mommy, or anything close to it!

Basically it was the best and cutest thing ever to hear my little man say Mama.

Even cuter than a monkey cuddling with a kitten.

It was THAT awesome.

 I showered him with kisses (which he "asks" for by making kissy noises. He LOVES kisses. Honestly, who doesn't love kisses?) and "bravos!" which probably is why he kept saying it.

*Sigh*

:)

Oh happy baby times!

I'll try to write again before I leave Romania to tell you all sorts of wonderful stories and post

some real pictures.

I don't even want to write any more right now because I'll just get sad that I'm leaving.

Well...

Happy Monday everyone! 

I hope your day is just grand.

:)