Friday, February 4, 2011

I'm Sorry

Here are some pics from Yesterday.  I will post a longer thing on Sunday.  I promise, with some info for new IPs.

Friday, December 10, 2010

I'll never have time to write...

So here are some pics....
One Month Old

With Grandma

Aunt Arna giving her a blessing

flying Business First!!

At Knesseth Eliyahoo

With the chariot driver Mohideen

At the FRRO

Some other kids

Sunday, December 5, 2010

What You've All Been Waiting For

We have so many stories to fill you in on.  A great (East) Indian Thanksgiving Dinner, communing with a fish tank, our fantastic flight in business, everything here in New York, friends from Cincinnati that could miraculously be here with us.  But in the minute I have this morning here's what you've been waiting for:

Let her be called among her people--Amalia Devora Chen bat Baruch Chaim v'haRav Simcha Yonatan.
Amalia means the Work of God, and Amal is also Hope in Urdu
Devora is for my father, Dov Ber, and my maternal grandmother Dorthy
Chen means Grace, and is for Steve's great grandmother Chana, and also for the fact that she was named on Chanuka, and born between Diwali, the Hindu festival of light, and our Chag Urim, Festival of Lights.

Her name in English is Amalia Greenberg Goldstein, aka Amalia Gigi.

More later.  (For the Hebraically challenged, Chen is pronounces with "ch" like in Loch, not like in Church.)
With Love-
Steven, Steve, and Amalia

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Quick word

More to come tomorrow...but we're about to get on the flight home!!!
We have many more stories and pics to show.  Will do soon.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Citizen Gigi

Yesterday we had our consular visit and it all went off without a hitch.  No DNA requirement, all documents in order, a hearty congratulations from the very nice officer, a raising of the right hand and an "I swear," and she's a recognized citizen born abroad.  We'll go back to get the passport on Monday or Tuesday at the latest, and then off to the FRRO to get her an exit visa, and away we go.  The whole process is running much more smoothly than we had anticipated, which is great.  She continues to amaze us.  I can't stop kissing her.  Am I going to be one of those parents?  Probably.  We do have moments, Steve and I, where we look at each other and say, "Oh my God, she is going to say all the time, 'Dads, stop it.  You're embarrassing me!'"  We just can't help it.

From the Greenberg.  Other adventures:  We are coming to feel really comfortable here in Mumbai.  Apart from the easy kosher food (pure veg) we often feel that we are among our people.  On the way back from the consulate, we happpened upon a joyous festival with lots of men in beards in head coverings, big posters of a white bearded holy man who died but is still alive somehow and others depicting a white stone temple.  We hung out in the crowd for a bit and were told that our kippot were not quick large enough and that we would need to get a proper, more frum, head covering were we to stay.  But they were totally gentle and non-judgmental about it.   Actually, no this is not a Lubavitcher fabrengin but a Sikh celebration of the birthday of Guru Nanak, the founder of Sikhism.

Goldstein back:  We also stopped at the clinic, Rotunda, to drop off a note and some extra cash for the surrogate, as a way of saying thanks, and to pick up the blessing that Steve asked for.  Everyone cooed appropriately, we took some pictures both with Goral Gandhi, the lab director, and Dr. Soumya Ramesh, the doctor in charge of all IVF stuff.  Of, course, in the waiting room, were lots of other couples just starting the process, filled with excitement and trepidation.  We did get the blessing.  It was simple, and written out in Urdu:  May Allah grant her every wish.

On another funny note, we had dinner at the main restaurant over at the Renaissance Hotel, which is attached to these corporate apartments.  It is one of the swankiest places we've been in.  The whole place smells good, like the best spa you can imagine.  Better than the Aveda store.  Anyway, the restaurant, which of course has a strict vegetarian option, cooked in a separate part of the kitchen, is staffed by the most beautiful young men and women you can imagine.  Actually, the few women are sort of greeters and all the wait staff are men.  But everyone is dressed in these beautiful northern Indian costumes, long gold paisley tunics with pants and pointy shoes for the men.  Gold dresses and brocade shoes for the women.  They are celebrating Lucknow month, so all northern food.  I'm sure they had basically a casting call for beautiful people when they went to staff the place.  The food actually was just fine, but the ambiance was phenomenal.  Some more pics!!

Sunday, November 21, 2010

10 Rooms 6 Days

Ok, a quick post before I head off to bed.  I neglected to mention that I have been fulfilling my ethnic obligation and have had us move, I kid you not, into 4 different rooms at the last hotel over 3 nights, and here we've changed roms once since we moved in last Thursday.  You know, the regular complaints.  Mold, dampness, fumes, noise.  But we know have a great and fairly quiet room with a lake view.

Just wanted to say that we head off to the US Consulate first thing in the morning to interview for a US Citizen Birth Abroad certification and a passport.  So think good thoughts.