This next picture is to show you just how crazy the walking situation is here. But, like most things that were unimaginable when we first arrived, we have adapted and now feel pretty confident dodging cars (and billboard trucks, and motorcycles) while walking on the sidewalks or walking in the streets, when said sidewalks are so occupied by cars that we just have to walk around them. Both the truck and the car in this photo are parked on the sidewalk.
Playing with beads! Before leaving the states I bought each of the kids a surprise game or toy and hid it away in the depths of our luggage so they could have something entertaining for the weeks they’d have to wait until our shipments’ arrival. Thomas got a new lego kit, Helen got one of those punch-down lions like a giant weeble-wobble and Sadie got a big bucket of cool looking, big-girl pop-together beads.
Turns out the beads have been the most stupendous thing of all. All three of them spend hours playing with these colorful pieces of manna from America. They dump them out in the morning and pick them up at night (usually.) They have made trains. They made a string of beads over 18 feet long, hung it from the upstairs banister and then measured it. Here’s Helen sporting some cool shades the big kids made. The beads provide Helen with something to occupy her hands with during diaper changes. Sometimes we all wear crowns as we go about the business of house-life and homeschooling. Hip hip hooray for beads!
Playing on the playground. I have to say, since the kids’ visits to the playground have become a regular occurrence, their skills are pretty amazing. Balancing on high, round thingamajigs, summersaulting backwards on the swing and scootering down ramps are just a few of the many pleasures the playground brings. Helen mostly watches in a determined fashion or plays with trucks in the sandbox, or hangs from a monkey bar. Cute little monkey, isn’t she?
Trips to AMAZING places. Here is Sadie at St. Basil’s Cathedral. We can walk there. Need I say more?
Posing for pictures like a good Russian. It was new to me to see Russian men and women posing for their pictures everywhere. Well, not at the grocery store, but for sure at all the tourist-y spots. I mean, fashionista-style posing. The men like to wear a tough, I-will-not-smile-no-matter-what-and-you-can’t-make-ME-say-cheese-like-some-cheesy-Americanyetz. The women are more artistic and free; they might throw their scarf into the air above them, or stick their booty out while blowing a kiss or perhaps they’ll just try their best to look sultry (ok, they are good at that….me, not so much). I’m hoping the kids and I will be master posers by the time we leave here. And as for Travis, well, I hold little hope of him mastering the Russian Stare, but he’s surprised me more than once in this life.
|Thomas practicing his peek from behind the tree pose.|