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Pizza Party at Smile House....and Bogdan.

Once upon a time, after church one fine day, everyone from Safe Haven came out to Smile House for pizza and a tour. Several had been there before when it was just concrete and some walls and so it was interesting and exciting for them to see the progress we've made! Quick note: this event was a long time in coming...like 5 months. I can definitely say that the wait was worth it. We walked to the lake, ate homemade cookies, and then Bogdan asked to see our photo albums. Oh, forgot to mention, we took pictures!
 This is Roma. He's one of those mega cool soccer players and Daniel thinks he's really perty.
 Beautiful Luba. She knows English and has been coming to Komarivka with us as a translator. She always has a smile on her face and we love her!
 On the left is Oksana. She loves to dance and has also been coming to Komarivka to help translate. On the right is Anya, the house mom at Safe Haven. She's an inspiration to us!
 Daniel, Anya and Bogdan's eldest child. He's one cool kid, and had fun painting a car for a craft (thanks Adam Kiel)!
On the left is Anya; she's the beauty queen of the group! Nadya is on the right and she's our newest acquaintance although we already call her a good friend. She helped take care of Anya at Smile House and we love her for it.
Us girls at the lake by Smile House, and Lena's arm.
The troop heading back to the house after a stroll. We certainly had a grand ol' time!

And now the series. Notice Bogdan in the back with the black hoodie.
 Monster pose. Rarrrrr!
 Ninja move
 The game: kick high stuff (Josh Robinson would be proud).
 The turnaround (note how smooth and clean his form is).
 The duck. Good for avoiding situations that may involve crime.
The end.

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  1. Brooke O'SheaMay 21, 2012 at 7:44 PM

    Ah, it took me a minute but I recognize that room!
    Wow! So ready to be back.

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