Why children should listen to their parents

While at the charming restaurant described in the last post, we enjoyed our meal in a small outdoor hut. S ran around and played with the flowers and the fountains and, unfortunately for me, a large thick stick.

It was about 4 inches in diameter and about 5 feet tall - so a real piece of hardware. Dad took it away from her once, but it was attractive, so she snuck off and got it again. I went over to tell her it was dangerous and, well, as you can see from the photo, she proved that it was. She refused to let go and in the tussle it bonked me right above the eyebrow. It hurt - but not as much as you would thinbk by the attached photo. It was quite embarassing at work as folks thought perhaps there was marital discord but no, it really was the toddler, I swear!In fact, it's now been about 12 days and the bruise is still on my eyelid, part of the "settling" process, according to our nurse here at Post. Lovely, eh?

Horses and Coffee

We took S on her first horse ride about two weeks ago. She had a look of serious concentration and concern on her face the whole time, but seemed pleased in general. It was at a restaurant that had a petting zoo, including pigs and chickens and full-size horses. Notice, though, the complete absence of safety equipment in this process.

Up top you'll see the restaurant - they like to do outdoor huts where you can eat. Aaron liked this place because a woman in traditional Ukrainian dress greets you at the door and gives you a shot of vodka, one of a lightly-alcoholic fruit juice, and then a piece of, well, basically fat, to wash it down. I begged off, but he took it on - what a champ!

And above, S enjoys a latte with Dad. Shortly after this she accidentally hit me in the eyebrow with a giant stick, leading to the biggest, blackest eye I have had since I was about 7. Thanks, dear!

ROAD TRIP!

Here's a pre-road-trip photo of M handing out the 1st place ribbons to his relay team - he was the anchor and did a fabulous job. He independently won a second and third in two other events. It's a combined middle school/ high school team, and they were competing against local schools and other international schools in Eastern Europe. M's school won overall. Go, team!
We finally got our acts together and planned a trip over a long weekend in the car. We've been trying for a while, but illnesses, S's busy birthday party schedule and inertia seemed to conspire to get us down. Finally, though, we took June 6-8 to head to Lviv (Lvov in Russian) in Western Ukraine. I highly encourage googling it and looking for pictures of the architecture. I was a bit afraid of taking on a big trip - the language barrier, the quality of the roads, the poor quality of the drivers - lots of things that if they went wrong would be incredibly stressful to address. But I faced my fear head on and we hit the road Saturday morning (we're not allowed on roads outside of Kyiv after dark - not a huge problem now since the sun comes up at 4:30 AM and sets at 9:30 PM.) We took my friend Jody with us, so it was a bit crowded in the car - unless you were a toddler in your throne. For a first trip it was great. You follow one road the whole way and don't turn - for 6 straight hours.
We did have to stop for gas - see the photo below where S and I are demonstrating the high-tech firefighting equipment at the gas station!
We rented an apartment in town - a bit of an adventure trying to find it, but so much better than a hotel room. We're just too big a group to fit comfortably in one hotel room, so I am a total apartment-renter convert. Our own kitchen... not having the kids sleep in our room... and all that for less than $60 a night! And the nice landlord didn't even charge us for the drapes that A ruined by pulling out of the wall. (Long story, but they didn't close and as you see above, when the sun comes up at 4:30 it's hard to stay asleep.)
The weather was great, and first thing we did on Sunday (Pentecost or Holy Trinity Day in Ukraine - hence the 3 day weekend) was to climb to the top of Castle Hill. Here are the kids at the top, tickling each other.I have lots and lots of photos of the beautiful architechture, the restaurants, the horses, the trolleys, but here is just an example. It is just like being in Eastern Europe, but like nothing I've ever seen in the former Soviet Union. St. Petersburg is similar, but the history in Lviv is so fascinating and so obvious in the city. Lviv was Polish for centuries and also part of the Austro-Hungarian Empire. It's Soviet/Russian period is fairly short, and that is very evident in how people would generally speak to me in Ukrainian only. I think it was largely a question of being accustomed to it, not a political statement against the Russian language, although politicians here would have you believe it's the cause of some great rift.
So, I stayed in Lviv for work for the week, and the family headed home on Monday, which is right around the time that I realized that M didn't actually have Monday off, only A and I from work. Oops. Another point in the bad paretn book - if he doesn't get into college, it's all my fault!

All Dressed Up

Kyiv is like a different city in the Spring. People are friendlier, moods are lifted, and the social circuit starts up again. S had a 3rd birthday party, which was an excellent excuse to get her out of her typical sandbox-and-dirt stained clothing and into a nice party dress.

I was looking for a reason to try on the future Matron of Honor outfit, so we signed up last minute for the International Womens' Club of Kyiv ball. We had a great time, and there were swag bags from Givenchy - so we felt very posh. We even won a basket in the raffle - donated by the French Embassy. It had some great champagne and wine and then, oddly, some really cheap local cheese. But the scandal was that one of the sponsors who was unhappy tried to walk off with our basket! We went to pick it up around midnight, and they said it had been taken. I saw it "walking off" and made them go talk to him. I mean, really, maybe it was an honest mistake, but since they called our name out you would think that someone would know if they didn't hear their name? Odd, and caused some discomfort for my friends who were organizing. But it's the principle of the thing!

So - we got home around midnight to find that our "babysitter" needs a refresher. Apparently S finally fell asleep around 11:40, on the recliner, with a half drunk bottle and some chocolate smeared across her face. Uh, yeah. She was happy, and no harm done, but I think we may consider hiring the nanny to stay evenings. Routine is important!

London Bridge is... not what I thought it was

We had a great long weekend in London, taking advantage of the 4 day weekend for May 1st in Ukraine (Workers' Day.) As I'd been in Eastern Ukraine for business all week, and flew in Thursday morning to Kyiv, just to fly back out that afternoon (and pack in between frantically) it wasn't quite as jam-packed a trip as Lisbon. Oh, and London is expensive! But we shelled out for the full day hop-on/hop tour. It included a river cruise, and the weather was spectacular. We did a lot of walking, saw the Tower of London, ate at KFC (be still my beating heart - humph!) and saw lots of my friend Allison B, who lives there.
The photo below is standing on London Bridge (which I, like many, actually thought was Tower Bridge, which you see in the background.) London Bridge is very boring and nondescript, and has not fallen down since the 11th century, so we felt fairly safe.
Below is a photo of S working the water table at the Science Museum. THey have a special area for 3-6 year olds, but apparently S isn't so good at math. She was taking on kids 4 times her age - she was determined to work the levers and the handles and get good. and. wet. Thank heavens for the orange smocks!

During the viewing of the super-changning of the guards, which was bigger than usual we think because the Queen was holding an audience for some soccer team or some such, S and I played on a little patch of grass. THe funniest past was all of the Asian and Indian tourists who took pictures of S instead of the parade. Apparently little blond-haired, blue-eyed independent toddlers are hard to come by in that part of the world?


So a nice break, perhaps I'll photo spam later. Or you can look forward to pics of A's indoor soccer game. THe only down side to the trip was that S apparently picked up some nasty virus on the way back, got really sick and gave it to everyone else. We are all now abot 5 pounds thinner, but not the good way. Hopefully it'll pass soon and we can eat normally...

Easter & Helsinki - What a combo!

Eggs? Who needs eggs?

S and Keenan grooving out to Guns'n'Roses. Our only glimpse of her Easter dress.It's tough to be a teen, but he was a good sport. Here is M, guarding the all-important basket of... empty plastic eggs.

Look, it's sunny... but somehow still freezing cold. Not as cold as A was in Finland, though.

A went to Finland for the long weekend, and I was the sole responsible adult in the house. As you can see from the photos, it is very difficult to manage and point and shoot, so please appreciate the attempt, at least. The egg hunt was held Saturday at the Marine House, which has a lovely front yard and a huge, terror-proof 8 ft tall fence. This meant that I could let S run around with impunity. This was good, since she was totally uninterested in actually picking up the eggs, as evidenced in the photo here, where she is dropping the egg M put in her hand. (That biscuit was SO tasty! Despite being stale...) M came early and helped set up, but as the only teen I released him after S did her egg hunt - he took the pizza and soda and ran. S did a full 3 hours of running around, walking up and down steps and curbs, falling on her knees, dancing inside (with her buddy Keenan) and basically tiring herself to the point of exhaustian (yeah!)

And yes, I know how big they both are - I'd attach a voice clip of M's deep voice, but I don't think that blogspot is that saavy for me yet.

Lisbon, City of VACATION!

We spent 3 wonderful days last week in Lisbon, Portugal. As with all things in this part of the world, this was not without some drama - on the Wednesday, as we were preparing to leave for the aiport in Kyiv, we heard that there was a plane crash in Amsterdam. We were supposed to transfer planes in Amsterdam a few short hours later. I was already in desperate need of a vacation, and this almost pushed me over the edge. But miraculously, we were 15 minutes late to leave, on-time for our transfer, and landed in Lisbon 20 minutes early! (Obviously KLM, not Ukrainian airlines...)
I decided to experiment with VRBO.com and rented an apartment instead of a hotel room. For a cheaper price, we got a full kitchen, a washing machine, and most importantly an extra room, so we weren't all jammed in together. The landlord picked us up at the apartment - he even had a car seat in his car for us. Great experience all around - he ordered us a taxi for 5 AM on Sunday, so we didn't have to, and called halfway through to make sure we were all OK. The ability to stay in our pajamas and make breakfast and coffee was also a huge bonus. As you can see below, I was actually able to relax on the trip!

The first day we saw the Castle of St. George (photo on the parapet above.) We rode Tram 28 - conveniently at naptime so Sarah rested while we photographed. And most importantly, we found the local supermarket and Portugese fast food :-) The second day was in the Belem region - cathedrals and towers and Manueline architecture. Instead of the planned shopping, we went great guns and saw the aquarium, the shopping mall and, I'm embarrassed to say - KFC and Pizza Hut. (You always crave what you don't have - even if you don't want it!)

Day 3, Aaron suprised us and we took a train out of town to Sintra. It was a bit cold and rainy, but nowhere near as yucky as Kyiv weather. We were outdoors all day, and saw this fantastic pink and purple castle there. We really packed a huge amount of living into a short amount of time. A key decision on vacations, though, was to look at direct flights from now on.

I should also note that one of my highlights of the trip was how great M was -engaged and fun and interested in what we did. And as you can see from above, he was a big help with a little, extremely rambunctious, sister!