I’m feeling much better and have had an exciting week. On Sunday I went to a second hand market. It was enormous and secreted away beyond the railroad tracks. I had to cross over a large overpass to get to it. Clothing is shipped from the UK and Europe and then given to be to sell here. I bought a couple tops for $4 ea.

I also visited the longest cemetery in Europe which is just up the road from my house. Over 200,000 people are buried in the cemetery and it is half a mile long. I like the cemeteries here because all of the gravestones have pictures on them. They also have table and benches on top of a lot of the gravestones so that families can have a picnic there on special days.

As I was walking through central park the other day, a very stern looking police officer was standing over a tiny boy who the police officer had just forced out of the fountain. I had seen the little boy in the park often. He was part of a Roma family who often came up to us asking for money. For a lot of Roma, asking for money is a way of life in Moldova and around Europe.

I also wanted to spend some time talking about the caregivers at the orphanage. I’m now able to carry on simple conversations with them. I was talking to a caregiver named Lilia the other day. She said she lives in a village far from the orphanage and has two grown children. She had been working at the orphanage for four years. When I asked her if it was okay, she said yes but also difficult. She works 12 hour shifts every other day, which is what most of the caregivers do. They take turns working 24 hour shifts. One caregiver and one nurse must spend the night with the children. They sleep in the rooms with the children. I didn’t ask her how much she gets paid, but I know it is very little. The caregivers working in my group are very nice and love on the babies when they can. Despite this, the babies spend most of their time on their backs in cots or cribs. I bring the caregivers cookies once in a while, along with diapers for the children. If the caregivers are happy they’ll pass it on to the kids. The caregivers have pretty difficult lives and if I can make it a little easier by letting them know I appreciate the hard work they do all the better. In my room, there are now 19 babies for 4 caregivers. Feeding time is a madhouse and we’re scrambling to pick up a crying child to feed. Three new babies came this week, all of them born premature and abandoned at the hospital.
Ana is five months old and is the size of a newborn.

Vlad is also five months old, a bit bigger but his body is very rigid. He clearer hasn’t been held very much because he gets very stiff when I pick him up, but relaxes when I put him back down.

I am now down to 2 weeks here. Time has gone so fast!

Monasteries and Medication

It all started with a bad fall. On Friday, I fell as I was leaving a room after placing a baby in a crib. I tripped over the doorframe and landed really hard on my bad leg. For those of you who don't know, my bad leg is my right leg which has been swollen since I was 18. It's a condition call lymphedema-due to the radiation treatment I received as a baby the lymph nodes in my right leg don't work as well as the should. Some of the protein that the lymph should be picking up get left behind and absorbed into the tissue which leads to the swelling. Luckily, I caught it early on and my swelling is fairly minimal.  I do wear a waist high compression stocking every day to keep the swelling manageable, but the condition doesn't have a huge impact on my life. However, if a leg with lymphedema gets injuries, due to the lymph systems' role throughout the body, severe conditions can occur.
         After I fell, I got myself up and checked out the damage. Other than a sore knee, I seemed to be okay. I carried on with my day, but by the time I got home my knee was arching. I put an ice pack on it and went to bed, partially scared about what could happen next. The next morning everything seemed to be fine. My knee ached a little, but not nearly as much as it should have. We had planned to spend the day in town but the other volunteers weren't feeling well, so we just hung out at home, playing games and chatting. I helped my host clean the house and felt pretty energized. That evening my throat began to hurt a little, but I didn't think too much of it. I was excited about our plans for the next day. We were going to go to a village to bring watermelon to poor families, some of whom I was going to interview for my research. We were also going to visit some famous monasteries and have a picnic in the forest. I was excited to do the interviews. I had already done two and was only planning on doing six total. We had plans to do four or five in the village and I was excited to finish the interviews in order to look back on them and see if I needed anything else for my research.   
        In the middle of the night, in a sleepy daze, I noticed I was freezing and part of my mind thought, "this isn't good". In the morning my throat was killing me, I had a horrible headache, and I knew I was not in a good condition. I also knew I needed to do these interviews. I just need to get through this, I thought and pushed myself to get ready. I mentioned I wasn't feeling well to the others but tried to force myself to get my act together. We first stopped at a monastery, and I felt okay wandering around. I had taken some dayquil and hoped that would help. I rested my eyes as we drove to the village. We stopped at a house and I interviewed the mother. I had a list of questions already written out and followed them. Perhaps, if I had been feeling better I would've been able to ask her more questions but I felt comfortable with what I did. The second house was the same but this time I tripped on my way up the stairs and I really knew I was in trouble. I've gotten pneumonia many times in my life. Although it seems I have a pretty good immune system against viruses and rarely get colds, bacterial infections are another matter. My lymphedema directly effects my immune system and so I think I am less able to fight off bacterial infections. Therefore, when I get sick, I go big. One time, in undergrad, when I was really sick with pneumonia, I tripped while walking to class and for some reason I knew I needed to see a doctor. I trip easily anyway, but when I trip while sick it feels as if the world is falling away from me and I know something is not right in my head.
           At the second house, I fought hard to stay cognizant of the interview. Once again, I followed the questions. After we left, I knew we had two or three more to do and just kept fighting to keep it together. My hosts asked if I would like to continue and I said yes but then the others said they were hungry and because they had to wait for me during my interviews we decided to just drop off some food for some families and then eat lunch. My host told me she knew of other people to interview and we didn't need to get it all done in one day. At that I let myself relax. I curled up in a ball and closed my eyes.
             We continued to another monastery to eat lunch. I got out because I had to go to the bathroom but after trying to eat a piece of bread, I went back to the car and laid down. I stayed that way for the rest of the day. After the monastery we headed back to my host's mom's house to eat dinner and pick up the kids. I laid on her couch but was able to manage some soup and felt a bit better. When we got home I got into bed and fell asleep. In the middle of the night I woke up to an extremely swollen throat and a very high temperature. I knew I needed to see a doctor. I waited until the morning and asked my host to call a doctor. In Moldova, you can call an ambulance and a nurse will come to your house to check on you. However, my host suggested actually going to the doctor instead. So I waited until they were ready to take me. At the doctor I was ushered into a room where a nurse checked my vitals. She handed me a thermometer and I instinctively started to put in my mouth. No, she said, and for a minute my heart stopped. Then she gestured to my armpit. I felt a little bit better knowing the instrument that had just touched my tongue had been in other people's armpits and not somewhere worse, but not by much. However, I was too sick to care much about it either way. I had a temperature of 100.5 (38). The nurse then took us to another room to wait for the doctor. The doctor diagnosed me with angina. Luckily for me, angina is not the same in Moldova as it is in America. When I first arrived to Moldova, my host told me her 1 1/2 year old daughter had angina. I was a bit startled until she mentioned her throat hurt and then I thought, in America angina is the constriction of the arteries in the heart, in Moldova it must be the constriction of the throat. When I was diagnosed with angina, I knew it must be some kind of throat infection. My host suggested that I got angina from drinking cold water on a hot day. Since I live in Florida and I drink ice cold water every day of my life, I doubt this is how I got the infection. It did come on rather quickly but my bet is I picked up the bacteria from the orphanage somehow (I'm usually covered in snot and vomit) and maybe the damage to my leg left me susceptable to an infection. The doctor wrote out a bunch of prescriptions and we stopped by the pharmacy on the way out. I had given my host 200 lei ($20) which was all the lei I had left (I needed to exchange more) and I think, I was bit out of it to pay close attention, the total doctor bill and medication came to around $40. When we got home, I went straight to bed and have moved little since.     
           Yesterday I woke up and my throat was still killing me, this time with the added fun of a swollen and distended uvula. I never thought I'd be able to say that my uvula was touching my angina but it felt like my throat was swollen, on fire, and had something caught in it. I kept on my regiment of medications which included: aspirin, anit-biotics, a throat spray, and a gargling solution. By mid-day yesterday I woke up from a nap and my throat felt numb, a relief from the pain I had been feeling the past three days. I could still feel my uvula but at least I could swallow again. Today I am feeling much better. I still have a headache and there is a lot of drainage in my throat, but I my brain is beginning to work again and I am able to eat solid food. For a while I thought I might have tonsillitis and wondered if I'd lose my tonsils to Moldova. My appendix is in Korea and it wouldn't surprise me if I need to undergo major surgery in every country I visit. Luckily, I am on the mend. I have three and a half weeks left in Moldova and, since this week will be spent mostly in bed, I have a lot to do in a little time.

"I will come at the hour of one and thirty"

This week new volunteers arrived-six of them! One is staying with me in the village while the rest stay in the flat (sorry, my American English is being taken over by British English). The one that is staying with me is here for a month. On Sunday night, around midnight, we will be joined by one more volunteer staying with us in the village for two weeks. Two of the volunteers who were staying in the flat only stayed for a week, which is definitely not enough time. Two weeks isn't even enough. It is so little time to spend with the children.

This week was also the last week of my online class and, since I finished my homework early, I was able to spend a lot more time at the orphanage. It has been so hot here, that we take the children outside every day, which seems like a strange thing to say but since the rooms are so hot, and they don't believe in opening windows, it is much cooler outside. There are two large cribs sitting in the shade and we lay the children in them. One of the volunteers is working with me in my group and it is nice to have a companion to speak English to, although I am working on my Romanian.

My day speaking Romanian usually goes like this:

I enter the room and say "Good day'' in Romanian, even though I should be saying 'Good morning' but can never remember how to say it. The children are usually being fed, and in order to ask if a child has been fed yet or not, I'm pretty sure I say, "Anton I eat?" or "Anton I eat already?" because I'm not sure how to say he or she eats and definitely has\ve no clue how to use the past tense. I then feed the baby and say 'Na' (here) when I want to get the baby's attention to take a bite. When the baby is eating well I say "Bravo/Brava" (Good boy/girl). If I need a bib for a baby, I can ask for it (sounds like shortz). I also can warn the caregivers when a child has peed/pooped/vomited. And I can say "What Anton?" when a baby cries or makes a loud noise.
After feeding the children, I say "Anton outside?" "Yes" answer the caregivers and then we wrap the babies up in multiple layers as if we are living in Siberia, despite the 70-80 (20-25 Celsius) degree weather. I sometimes say "stroller" and they say "yes". Most of the time we take all the children outside and lay them in large cribs sitting in the shade. Outside is such a relief from the stiffing heat inside since the caregivers believe that any draft coming from a window will kill the children. We play outside and I can say brief sentences to the caregivers using the following words or phrases:
 I am, I have, You have, How much, I come, I need, I forget, I like, here (baby and normal versions), rain, I make (which in Romanian sounds like the f-word), I speak, in my arms, kiss, booboo (hurt), why, airplane, car, apricot (apricot), cherry, juice, pretty, don't do that, stop, finished, yuk, pretty, hot, cold, little, big, stand, walk, and Let's come to Jacy or Let's come to sister, which is what the boys call me, etc.
 Around noon, we head back in and feed the infants their bottles. To ask whether I should put a baby in their crib to sleep, I'm pretty sure I ask "Anton I sleep?"  When all the children are in bed for their afternoon nap, I get ready to go to lunch and say, "I come at the hour of one and thirty." I know there is an easier way to say this but for some reason I remember it this way.
After lunch, I return and again say "Good day" which I think is appropriate now. Once again, I ask if I can eat a child and then feed them. Sometimes we go back outside, and sometimes we just play inside. At the end of the day, I tell the caregivers "Tomorrow" or, on a Friday, "Monday." They are very excited whenever I speak Romanian and often speak to me. I repeat their words back the them and usually give them blank stares because I don't understand. They keep asking and eventually I say yes to be agreeable.     
 A couple of weeks ago, I was riding on the van-bus (a van that is used to bus people around) and noticed the door had a sign on it that said "Nu trintiti USA". I wondered what it meant. Were Americans not allowed to ride on the bus? I know 'Nu' means 'no' or 'not' so it could also mean something like "Don't _______ USA." I kept meaning to ask my hosts what it meant and kept forgetting. Finally I asked  and my host laughed uproariously at me. It actually means "Don't slam the door" Usa is door. So now I know how to say that too! I actually said it to one of the boys at my house the other day!

Main street of my village

My street

One of the many crucifixes in my village

The school where I teach ESL

Village Day

On Sunday, the village I live in celebrated 265 years. The entire village came down to a park in the village center to celebrate.

There was music, dancing, volleyball, soccer, etc. There was also 5 nights of music, lasting until 5AM. I did not get a lot of sleep.

 The most interesting event was the wrestling. Balancing on a edge just below a wall that surrounded the mat, I clung to the wall along with a couple hundred other people. We were shoulder to shoulder and could barely move. The first to wrestle were middle school boys. They were shirtless with karate belts tied around their waists. The object was to get the other opponent on his back on the mat. Not an easy feat. The boys grabbed at each other's belts, trying to throw the other to the ground. As I was watching the wrestling, I looked around at the crowd and noticed a man holding a rooster. My heart leaped in fear as I thought, "Are they going to have cock-fighting too?" Turns out the winner of the wrestling tournament gets a rooster. (Sigh of relief).

After the winner of the tournament was declared, there was a mad scramble to collect on the bets. As all the adults around the mat ran to a desk, the children got up to jump on the mat. In the midst of this chaos, I noticed a man taking off his pants. At first I thought he was the next wrestler, but when I noticed he was wearing underwear under his pants and not wrestling shorts, I grew worried. I watched as the now pantsless man ran to the mat and began jumping with the children. He tried to grab their hands and bounce with them. The parents watched at laughed. Soon the police arrived and the man was, not without resistance, escorted off the mat.

Soon the adult wrestling began. I didn't stay to watch the finish but I was told the winner received a ram.

We have two more babies in our group, which makes our total up to 16. It is a mad scramble getting everyone fed in the morning. At it is blazing hot. Since they are afraid of children catching a cold from a draft coming through a window, the keep them shut at all times. There is also, obviously, no air conditioning or any other way to cool the room. As soon as I arrive in the morning, the caregivers ask me to start taking children outside. There are two large cribs outside and a lot of strollers that we place the children in. There is a nice breeze and we all can cool down.
The two new babies are Nicoleta and Sabrina. I'm not sure how old Nicoleta is but if I were to venture a guess I would say around 1 month. She has dark hair and is starting to get dark eyes. She is still a little jaundice, so when we were outside yesterday I held her in the sun for little while. At first I thought I would get yelled at for this, but then I noticed the nurse positioning the strollers so that the children were in the sun. Their faces were shaded by the stroller top but their legs and arms were in the sun.
 Sabrina is around 6 months old. She has very dark hair and dark eyes. She has been without a diaper this entire time. I wrapped some sheets around her in order to pick her up, but she wet through them so quickly I didn't get to hold her for long. That is another issue with not having enough diapers. No one wants to hold the diaperless babies. I rocked two babies (separately) to sleep in my arms yesterday, which felt very good. I've also notice all the babies have this little red bumps all over them. I've asked what they are and was told alternately bug bites and allergies. I now wonder if they are some form of a heat rash.

While I was at the orphanage on Thursday, a small group of people entered our room and it was clear they were on some kind of tour. One of the women in the group came over to look at the babies by me and I heard her speaking English. I started to speak to her. She was from Italy and she and her husband and a friend were visiting the orphanage because they donate a lot of clothing to the orphanage. She was very sweet and we chatted for a while about Moldova.

It is getting hotter here but there is usually a nice breeze to cool me off. We are eating fresh apricots and cherries from the garden. Two more volunteers are coming tomorrow. One will stay with me in the village and one will stay in the flat. We were supposed to have two volunteers last week but they backed out at the last minute. Their fathers kept calling Victoria asking her strange questions like, "I noticed there is a street named Vitalie in Chisinau, but there is also one named that in another city..." I think the girls were very young and the fathers were over protective. We might have been better off without them because it might have meant a lot of babysitting.

Maria

This week two new babies joined our group, both named Katya, and both 3 months old. They also both have brown hair and brown eyes. One is a little more alert than the other but for the most part they are pretty similar. We also have a new baby but she has moved to us from Group 11, one of the groups for children with disabilities. They are doing some refurbishment in their classroom, so all of their children have been dispersed to various groups. Maria is 3 years old and has beautiful blue eyes and blonde hair. Her legs are under-developed and that is why I think she is in our group, she can't move, so we need to treat her like an infant. It is pretty clear, however, that Maria is often in a lot of pain and, as far as I can tell, nothing is being done to manage the pain. I rub her back, which has ribs sticking out at odd angles, when I can. She spends most of the day laying on her back. I try to put her on a soft bed, but the caregivers often lay her in the hard playpen. She cries in either one. When she is in the hard playpen, I put a large stuffed dog in there with her for her to lie on, but it doesn't seem to help. She likes being picked up, but even then she seems in pain. She can pull herself up onto her arms, but isn't able to crawl. She moves about by rolling. I feel like she needs more stimulation. She is often lying in a crib staring up at the ceiling. The babies lie in a crib that has this thing hanging down with lots of rattles and toys attached. We can move it and they all stare up at the noise and the bright colors. But Maria is too big for the baby crib. I think that Maria, as a three year old, would need more stimulation than the babies, anyway. She would need toys that lit up and made noises. I even wonder, if she joined a class where they sing songs and play games, she would start to improve. Right now she makes baby sounds 'mamama' and 'bababa' and claps her hands but sometimes I wonder how much of that is actually disability and how of it is being under-stimulated. The plight of children, and people, with disabilities is really heart-breaking here. I chose to work with the infant group because I have done research on infant brain development and want to try to improve the development for infants who are not being held. However, the groups that have children with disabilities also pull on my heartstrings. The caregivers in those groups are a bit more callous. They are not as nice to the volunteers. I feel like they think, what is the point. Many of these children will not live long. The volunteers are often the only smiling, kissing, hugging, talking to the children will ever get. Which isn't right, and isn't fair, but for a poor country, children with disabilities are on the low end of priorities. (Once again, read Boy from Baby House 10, to learn more about the struggles of children with disabilities growing up in orphanages in post Soviet countries).

It has been two weeks since the volunteers arrived and now they are leaving me. Two more volunteers arrive on Sunday, which is village day in Gratesti. Apparently there will be lots of dancing, food, etc.
This week we went to another opera. This one was by Johann Strauss, called Die Fledermaus (the bat). It was $6. I think the Moldovan opera company took some license with the play, because there was quite a bit of dialogue for it to be considered an opera. And it seemed to deviate from the original play, or the one on wikipedia anyway. I think the volunteers had a really nice trip. They gave me a card thanking me for my help, although when we translated it it actually said that I was a really good boyfriend. Compliment taken! It is hard to believe I have been here for a month already. I am halfway through my trip. Time goes so fast!

Conversations

This week I got to meet two more wonderful volunteers! Sophie is from north England and Jackie is from Kent. We spent the week going to the orphanage and wandering around the city. I took them to the typical tourist places I knew of (the craft market, central park, huge market, and Mall-Dova), and told them to hit up the cemetery on one of the days I didn't go to the orphanage. On Friday, when we went to Mall-Dova, I finally got to eat my fruit and ice cream that I've been dreaming about for a year!

On Thursday, I did a full day at the orphanage with Sophie and Jackie. At lunch, I stayed at the orphanage while they went to Andy's Pizza because I had brought my lunch. I sat down on a bench ready to get some homework done in the two hour lunch break. I had just started on my sandwich when a young mother wandered over my way. A little background: UNICEF has a program at the orphanage for young women without family who are pregnant. They stay at the orphanage for up to 9 months after their children's birth where they receive medical care and learn about how to care for their children and life skills. Many are in their late teens, early twenties. We call them the young mothers, and we often see them out with their babies. This particular girl expressed interest in me a couple days prior. She had wandered over to where I was playing with Dima and asked me if he was my child. I said no, I was an American volunteer, and she wandered away. Well, on Thursday she came over and plopped down beside me on the bench. A bench that was in the middle of nowhere, with no one else around. She sat down and immediately began speaking to me, and did not stop until I had to go in, two hours later. Our conversation was not easy, and I'm sure we were talking about two different things for most of it, but I think we learned a bit about each other. The conversation was entirely in Romanian and Russian.

Her name was Oxana and her baby was a little boy named Zandu (short for Alexander). She said she was 21 and he was 18 weeks old. Our conversation meandered from her telling me she needed a new cell phone, to me talking about my family in America. She told me that during her pregnancy, all of her hair fell out. She was wearing a headscarf and said she had to wear it all the time. Her head was still bald, although her eyelashes and eyebrows were starting to grow back. I asked her where her mother and father were since many of the girls are disowned by their parents when they get pregnant out of wedlock. She said she did not have parents. I asked her about the baby's father and she said he was in Germany. She asked me how much the orphanage was paying me.  I said none, I was a volunteer. But how much are they paying you? She continued to asked. I said none. I bought my plane ticket, I buy my food, and I pay for my housing. She was still very confused. Volunteering is a new concept to Moldova. Many of the caregivers are very suspicious of us. Most expect we are spying on them for the director. It can be difficult here for some volunteers because the caregivers will treat them badly. They don't understand that we really are here to help. A lot of times, they see us as a burden. The more I pick up the babies, the more they will want to be picked up and wil not longer lay complacently in their cribs. Luckily, my caregivers are very nice. Many of them were working her last year and know me. However, they all know me as Jessica. I'm not sure how this name came about but even now when I introduce myself as Jacy they say Jessica back to me. Even the Oxana, the young mother, called me Jessica. I'm sure she heard it from someone else. She told me it was a beautiful name, which I took on behalf of all my Jessica friends out there.

Most of my conversation with Oxana consisted of her speaking rapidly in Romanian, me repeating back bits and pieces and wracking my brains for recognition of any of the words. Usually gestures came into play. I've picked up a bit of Romanian while here, but mainly I can say I am or I have, so most of my sentences started like that. I can also ask how many.
 Later that day, after talking with Oxana, I got to have another conversation with my caregivers. The caregivers in my group invited me to drink some coffee and, once again we had a broken conversation consisting of I am and I have statements. They were so excited to talk with me. I asked about their kids and they eagerly told me about them. I learned the word for boy and girl, but am having such a hard time remembering. I feel like adding a couple more verbs to my repetoire may help me.

Updates and Introductions

This week I found out more information about the children I worked with last semester.
 Nicu- Despite trying desperately not to have favorites last summer, Nicu worked his way into my heart. He became very attached to me (and I to him). My friends in Moldova visited the orphanage throughout the year while I wasn't there and kept reporting on him. He had transferred to group one, and the court had ruled he was available for adoption. When I arrived at the orphanage this summer, I found out that he had been adopted! Although I miss seeing his smiling face, I am so happy he has been adopted!
 Denis- Denis was another child who had become attached to me. He too has been adopted! Most of the children are in the orphanage due to poverty and have living parents,  and as long as those parents continually say they will come back for their children (they are contacted roughly every 6 months by the government) a child can stay in an orphanage forever. However, once in a while, the children are in the orphanage due to parental abandonment or death and, in these cases, the court rules that these children can go up for adoption. If these children are healthy, they are adopted fairly quickly, which is what happened to both Nicu and Denis. However, if these children have a disability, they spend the rest of their lives in institutions.
 Cristian and Cristiana- Twin brother and sister, they are now in group one. I got to see them and tried to hold Cristian who got scared. They look exactly the same.
 Madalina, Andre, and Catalin- All in group one. I got to see them all!
 Vasilie- He was the youngest in the group, only three months old when I was there. He went back home to his family.
 Maria, Euraslav, Adolf, and Julia all went back to their families. And, as I mentioned before, I saw Artur in group four. His sister is in that group and they wanted to keep them together.

There are ten children in the group I am working with this summer.
 Dima is the oldest and is full into his temper tantrum stage. He loves being outside but he throws a tantrum any time something doesn't go his way, like if he can't step in mud, get into someones car, or sit in a puddle. But he loves the other babies and tries to take care of them. He also loves to sit on chairs, benches, curbs, etc. And he enjoys handing me things saying 'Na' (translated to 'take', similar to how we say 'here' when we hand things to children).
 Ariana is another older child. She also throws lots of tantrums, a bit like Princess Julia last year. She is just learning to walk.
 Victoria is also a bit older and learning to walk. She has curly blonde hair that sits like a crown on her head. She loves getting kisses and leans her head towards me in order to get more.
 Mikala is the youngest, three months old, and likes to watch me as I hold other babies.
 Ana is around 6 months and has a misshapen head that makes it hard for her to hold it up. She has pretty blue eyes and dark hair. She sucks her thumb and probably has digestion problems because she cries a lot after eating and the caregivers rub her tummy.
 Ion (pronounced Ewan but is our equivalent of John) has bright blonde hair and big blue eyes. He reminds me of Adolf from last summer. He is very smiley and is starting to stand. He has learned how to stand up in the swing which isn't a good thing.

 Eura also has blonde hair and blue eyes. He is the same age as Ion and loves to explore. He has just started to pull himself up but hasn't learned to stand yet. When I stand him up in my lap, he doesn't push his legs down.
 Anton is probably around nine months old. He is just pushing himself up onto his arms and turning over. He sucks on the palm of his hand and it looks like he is blowing kisses.
 Delia is a smiley baby with dark hair and pretty brown eyes. She is also just starting to push herself up onto her arms. On Thursday, she had used up all her diaper allotment (they are allowed two) so they laid her on top of a sheet with a piece of plastic underneath. She was continually wetting her clothing and needing changing. She went through four pairs of pants in two hours.
 Max is a blonde haired, brown eyed baby. He is just learning to hold his head up.
 Ionana (Johana) is probably the second youngest of the group. She has dark hair and blue eyes.
 This week I spent two full days and two half days at the orphanage. Many of the same caregivers from last summer still work there and they remembered me. They are teaching me some Romanian so I can communicate with them.

We thought a new volunteer was going to come last sunday but I think my hosts had the day confused, so I've been alone this week. The new volunteer arrives tomorrow and I'm excited to meet someone new. I've been busy this week with homework, teaching ESL, and the orphanage so I haven't been too lonely, but it'll be nice to have someone to hang out with. I can't believe I have been here for two weeks already. Time goes so fast!