They would lay 3-4 newborns in one large crib. Noah was none too happy to be put down after getting so much attention.



























Everyone of these kids were adorable. You wanted to take every last one of them home. This little girl had a very outgoing personality. She wanted as much face time as she could get.






These were some of the caregivers. It was still cool there and we had to go buy all new cloths for him since what he was wearing needed to stay with the orphanage for other kids. He stayed lost in that red outfit.



















This is Natasha, our translator, and Rebecca relaxing at a park after coming from a visit with Noah.














We were luck enough to find an oil painting of the town center here at the right in the town were Noah was born.























































Here is a good Jeopardy question, who is the man to the right? Cold reminder of where we were at.
























No one would ever believe me unless I took a picture to prove it. This is in Noah's home town. The left is a Ukrainian flag, the center a Confederate flag and the right an American flag. This was located behind a stage where they had "country" singing and a bar-b-que set up for Friday and Saturday nights. See, Noah is a hick at heart afterall.














Pre-Ukrainian independence monuments and statues were everywhere. You can see the communist emphasis on blue collar values in many of these.














I had no idea what the inscription said, however it was easily identified as a military monument depicting all services. All of these monuments were left from the Soviet era.