Shifted and Shepherded

I promised to give you an account of the first 48 hours with the niños. Since then, we have lived what feels like a thousand lives. So I will try my best to recall the details. To review, we drove home (to our airbnb) from the orphanage midday on Tuesday, November 6, with two sleeping children and two other nervous children. When we pulled up to the house, both of the littles were awake and saying, ¨La casa! La casa!¨ = ¨Home! Home!¨ Then began very hard times for the Bro6ans. The agency rep who drove us home, helped us get all the kids out of the car. Then she said goodbye and drove away. At this time, Chad´s Spanish was very limited. Mine was basic but conversational.  Chad unlocked the front door, and the tornado began.  Despite the fact that we were told the kids would bring nothing with them from the orphanage, two IKEA-sized bags of toys had been sent with us. We had successfully hidden the candy, but they saw the bags of toys. And we did not have the sense to ...