The routines they were used to back in Donetsk have really transferred well to our routines we're establishing here. Talia seems to have an innate feeling for what scheduled task should occur next. They announce at various time of the day that it's time for "ZOObie" (teeth brushing), which explains their excellent teeth. We actually use zoobie as an incentive for certain things, like going upstairs to get ready for bed, which would otherwise be a difficult task. Apparently they like the taste of toothpaste. :-) Another funny thing they do is request "soup" when they want to eat, seems like they had soup for every meal including breakfast in the orphanage...a very Ukrainian thing we noticed. We've been trying to teach them English words for the various meals of the day, but sometimes it's just easier to tell them it's time for soup.
Here's a typical scene of everyone at the breakfast table. We're going through LOTS of "baNAHnees", Cheerios, and "YOgie" (yogurt) with the crew, we even use yogie for incentive to eat foods they don't much care for like carrots.Another treat for the kids (and to sometimes get them out of Mama's hair for awhile), is an outing they know as "goforawalk." Actually I have yet to make them walk, I am the only one walking while I pull them in the little wagon Grandma and Grandpa gave them, as well as the tricycle (usually towed behind the wagon due to hills).
Here's a shot of a goforawalk outing.
Right around the corner on our goforawalk route is the home of Alan and Mary Bell. In the photo on the right Mary is showing them how sweet their dog Maggie is (which is good because most dogs freak them out).
The good thing about this outing was JoEllen had just taught the kids the word "gentle" (mostly when dealing with each other), which we used here to show them how to pet a dog. It's too cute how they mispronounce words or names sometimes, they call Maggie "MaGEE." Alex also can't say "Ira" apparently and calls her "Eekah," so we all call her that as her nickname, at least for now. One other cute word they use is for the diapers that Vala wears and the Pullups the older two wear at night...they call them "Pampees." It's just too cute. :) JoEllen's favorite of their creative pronunciations is the way they pronounce grapes as "glapes." And how when we're all practicing how to say everybody's names, Vala's name comes out as "Valentina Glapes." (It's Valentina Grace.)
Being newbie parents of 3 toddlers, we really had no concept going in of how much time these guys would really take each waking moment and how little free time we'd have to ourselves...we have a good idea now! JoEllen likens it to being pecked to death by baby ducks all day, they are mostly harmless but ultimately relentless. The good times by far outweigh the bad, but by the end of the day Mama is ready for a break. My latest brilliant diversion when Mama needs a break to do laundry, organize clothes, or just relax, is to take the kids for a ride in Papa's "machina." They absolutely LOVE to ride in a car. They don't much care for seat belts, but they suck it up for a chance to ride. Sometimes we just cruise up and down 350 Hwy in Raytown, but we've had a few actual shopping outings as well.
What's very interesting is that if we ride at night, they all say "Prevyet Donetsky" (Hello Donetsk), harkening back to their first nighttime car ride through Donetsk to the train station. I keep correcting them saying "nyet Donetsky, say prevyet Raytown"...but that really doesn't sound nearly as exotic does it? I may just let them continue saying it for awhile.
Here they are in the car. They usually break out in some nursery song in Russian partway through the trip, indicating they are having a great time. I REALLY want to catch that on video, but the timing has never worked out as they don't sing on demand. :-PLast weekend we went to Sam's Club, which they absolutely freaked out over (in a good way). They were wide-eyed in wonder and glee over the rows of cakes, food, and toys...I really can't imagine the impact on their little minds given their sheltered upbringing. The next day we did the totally American thing of taking them to Walmart, which they loved almost as well as Sam's.
Vala got a little worn out of Wallie World as we were about done shopping, as you can see in this photo where she's on the verge of a meltdown.Vala's just too cute, but her "terrible twos" meltdowns are anything but. When she doesn't want to do something (which includes just about any change in what we're doing), she just plops down, pouts, and yells "Yah ne gah doo!", but it usually comes out as "Yakadoo!"...so now my nickname for her is Little Miss Yakadoo. When I had Tim translate this for us, he totally cracked up because it's not something a child would typically say (neither of the other 2 say it), it means "that does not suit me!" Again, Tim says it's a very odd turn of a phrase especially for a child, but for Vala it totally fits. Someday we'll look back on it and laugh, but for now it's more than just a little bit annoying.
I enjoy playing with the kids (usually the "tickle game"), and we usually end up on the love seat (appropriately) since my recliner is just too small for all 4 of us. I found there's no way to just have one kid on my lap, it eventually involves all 3 demanding equal time which is fine with Papa.
Here we are in the love seat. I love the "Daddy's Little Girl" shirts JoEllen had on the girls for this shot...they truly are. Alex is Daddy's little boy too, but they don't make shirts that say that.We mentioned in the previous post that they also enjoy "Duck, Duck, GOOSE!", here's a video clip of them learning to play that when the Adams and Loethen kids were over last week:
A funny thing happened last week that forced me to run home from work. Since Alex has successfully defeated every childproof doorknob cover and most of the 6 child-gates in the house, I was determined to make the upstairs playroom Alex-proof so Mama could lock them up in there if she needed to tend to other business. My solution was to turn the doorknob around so it locked from the hallway. We even had a training session of how to unlock it from inside with the little pin you stick in the little hole to turn the knob. So at 10am while at work last week, I got a call from Mama saying that she and the kids were locked in the playroom (courtesy of Alex the budding engineer), and couldn't get the door open. After laughing hysterically and telling all my co-workers, I ran home and sprung the playroom inmates, several of which had to "pee-sat" immediately. Of course being me, I took the opportunity to video the event. Notice that when they call for Mama or Papa they start sounding like little Italians. :-)
Stay tuned for more posts. Hopefully we will get our schedule more refined to have enough free time to post a couple of times a week, but for now this is the best we can do.
P.S. Thanks for all your referrals, thoughts and prayers about my job situation. I've had about 6 interviews since posting my resume online last Thursday and have more lined out, so I'm VERY optimistic that I won't be short on hours/pay for very long.
Till next time, da svidania!
Papa John












































