Aunt x 15

Congratulations to my brother and sister-in-law, whose third appeared on the 20th and is- a girl! Cora Jane. She is quite a bruiser, 10 lbs, 10 oz. Makes me dread the idea of having another kid - that's a lot of baby! Sounds as though delivery was swift and, well, as painless as these things can be. This now brings A's and my grand total of neices and nephews to 15 - 8 boys and 7 girls. This may explain why sometimes we confuse birthdays, and gifts aren't always forthcoming. Doesn't mean we don't think of you, we just think of you at odd times.

So here is a photo of the happy family - I hope I'm not stealing any thunder, but they look so darn cute. And another photo of S opening her birthday gift last December, a tea set that she can't wait to play on with Cora!

Success after only 6 months!

This has really been a banner week for the family and the excruciatingly long acclimitization process:
- They will install our 6 foot+ diameter satellite dish on the roof next Tuesday. Don't ask what it is costing us - just know that I love my husband very, very much. And his ability to watch the NZ All Blacks play rugby is crucial to our marital bliss.
- We have the wireless network up and running. Now I no longer have to scream at the teenager who plays 56 straight hours of World of Warcraft on the weekend that I need to use the computer. Serenity prevails. In fact, I'm locked in the bathroom right now (to prevent the baby from pushing her favorite key "Delete.")
- Our new maid starts on Tuesday. This will cut down on hubby and I spending our weekend not winding down from a difficult week of combatting Ukrainian corruption but instead washing toilets. In a sad commentary on the economic situation here (even before the crisis) our lovely maid is actually a college graduate with a degree as a speech therapist for young children. But she'll make more cleaning our apartment and nannying another mother's small kids. Tragic! I like that we're both helping each other, but I wish she could do what she's trained to do!
- The sun came out yesterday. It's been well over a week. Everyone in the city was in a better mood, and you could taste the promise of Spring. Today? Back to thick pea soup fog. Sigh.

Things that are goofy in Ukraine

Anytime I move somewhere new and foreign, I am struck daily by things that are different, bizarre, unsettling and fantastic. Over time (increasingly shorter amounts of it) these things become commonplace. So I'd like to make a few notes about odd things we have all seen recently that deserve a mention:
1. When you have a birthday, you are obligated to provide the food and drink for the party in your office. Kind of takes the fund out of celebrating when you are out of pocket!
2. While driving to pick Michael up after a basketball game, A had to stop on a one-way road that was blocked by an ambulance. As he watched, the two ambulance personnel loaded a man in the back. And then the man fell out of the ambulance! The best part is that the two men, instead of leaping over to catch him, jumped out of the way - as A said, like they had just dropped a piano. The man on the ground and the ambulance personnel then waited around and, when the police came, they all put him back in the back. We think he was drunk, but still. If i get sick - I'm driving myself to the hospital.
3. (Caution: Personal female information. Squeamish people and men read no further.) Last weekend I went to the hair and beauty salon across the street. I got a haircut, and wanted to get my eyebrows shaped and a bikini wax. No problem on the first two. And I spoke in Russian with the wax-er. Apparently there is a cultural/language discrepancy I was unaware of. "Bikini Wax" translates loosely as "Brazilian wax." I realized this fairly far into the procedure, and was able to maintain some (?) dignity. However, let's put it this way. At one point the woman said, Oh - I see you've had kids. Ahem. As the Ghostbusters said - "important safety tip" - don't order a bikini wax without explaining what you really want!
4. I suppose being attacked by a pack of wild dogs on the way back from the supermarket is normal in many parts of the world, so I'll have to think up...

More stories later. And possibly photos!

Frozen Precipitation

We are on Day 21 in a row of frozen precipitation. It isn't so much that there is lots of snow on the ground, as much as continuous flurrying, and a little melting, and lots of "slyakhot", which is Russian for slush, and very fun to say out loud. I didn't really notice the long stretch of weather, until the sun came out for a few hours last week, and we all ran to the windows in amazement. "Look, light!" This is the Kyiv winter I was promised! And the temperatures always sound so much colder in Celsius, so I think I feel colder. With windchill today it's -17 degrees C. That's really 5 F, which is cold, but not as frightening as -17. I eschew fashion and wear my snowboots everywhere, since the ground is slushy and icy, since the slush freezes nightly. Thank the Lord for our indoor parking space!


On a separate note, the photo below is from a Lawyer's Day Event I attended in October. (Lawyer's Day is a Ukrainian holiday on October 8 - but you don't get work off.) Anyway, the woman third in from the left is Olena, who works for me. And the man in the center is Ambassador William Taylor, who is absolutely fantastic. I am really unimpressed with the suit that I am wearing here, but it's part of my overall problem that after the baby I lost around 25 pounds from my original weight, and none of my clothes that I have worn for years fit anymore. The pants here are literally about to fall off, and look like MC Hammer pants from the '90s. And I am so used to wearing a badge on a laniard that I don't wear necklaces, which I may reconsider here. But enough "What Not To Wear - Kyiv edition." The event was short and focused, and the Minister of Justice made a lot of points that directly corresponded with the directions that the US Government is trying to help the Gov't of Ukraine go in. So enjoy the old photo.

More than just a baby blog.

A & M in Jerusalem, following the path that Jesus took with the cross.
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It has been noted that my husband and son do not make any significant appearances in this blog. Now for those of you with small, helpless children, this should come as no surprise. Why? The camera is always pointed down at the cute smiling face, not usually at the rather-bored-looking teenage face, and not at the husband, who is most often behind the lens. And mommies don't like having photos of themselves taken for a variety of reasons involving the negative image of women perpetuated by the media, etc. Anyway, here are some photos of A and M from Israel. Here, M enjoys a giant Turkey leg.

I like this photo, as M is appropriately serious as he touches the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem.

And finally, the boys at the Dead Sea, covered in special healthy (?) mud!

Israel Turkeys!

We spent Thanksgiving in Israel, as one does, you know. It's no Beirut - garden spot of the Mediterranean - but it'll do in a pinch. I was amazed by the following: a) it was in the low 80s, delightfully warm; b) it seemed as though everyone spoke Russian, and the food in the grocery stores was all in Russian; c) Tel Aviv is an oasis, but the rest of the country really does look like the scenery in the Charleton Heston movie; d) people really shouldn't mistreat the camels the way that they do; e) the Palestinian settlements are really RIGHT there near Jerusalem. Yet i never felt scared....

And now, photos of how S spent the trip:Who doesn't love their first slide experience? What a great face! She wanted to do this again and again and again...

Baby Starfish

Here in Ukraine, where the high is often 28 degrees, and where wild babies roam the streets, it is important to prevent your child from running off in the cold with these packs of rogue babies. One easy system that nannies have devised is the "Starfish" method, whereby a child is dressed in about 6 layers of clothing. This slows them down considerably - as noted in the photo attached, where Miss S is wearing tights, pants, a onesie, a purple knit sweater, purple knit pants, snow boots, a "combintsion" or snowsuit, a hat, mittens and the scarf that Grandora knit years ago. I think this is the only photo where I've seen her smiling while wearing this, and not with her eyes rolled back in her head from heat exhaustion.

But in Lyuda's defense, it is cold outside, and this lets Miss S play outside for 2-4 hours a day, and may also be the reason that she takes 3 hour naps every day....

Halloween Costumes!

Unfortunately, Kodak Gallery is having some issues with our new version of (evil) Windows Vista, and I can't upload photos! So until we can overcome this technical glitch, I will be providing selected photos this way. Sarah had a lot of costumes over the holiday, including GranDora-provided tutus...

Trip to the Pechersk Lavra

We took the tour to the Pechersk Lavra two weekends ago. A Lavra is the name given to a Monastery of the highest order in the Eastern Orthodox Church. It was a very holy place, with beautiful churches and fantastic frescoes. Many of them were renovated after independence - the church shown here has walls dating back to the 14th Century, but the facade was redone in the 1990s. You will notice my stylish scarf - women have to cover their heads when entering the church. Sarah was exempted, but she enjoyed playing with the dead leaves more than the art anyway!

A Word picture of life here

It's hard for me to describe what it's like to live here. So many people have perceptions about this part of the world - thanks to the Cold War - more than if we lived in, say El Salvador or Mongolia. The number of people who asked if I was going back to Russia (after I explained I was going to Kyiv) was somewhat astounding. I hold no blame here - when I joined the Foreign Service, I felt equally confused by geography. In fact, since they list the possible postings by capital cities, I was often sent running to the atlas. (Anyone know what Ouagadougou is actually the capital of? How about Belmopan? Bandar Seri Begawaan?) Yeah, me neither, and it behooves me to know since if I put it on my Bid list I could end up living there for 2-4 years!
Anyway, I was going to try to give you an idea of what life is like, one story at a time. This weekend we borrowed a car and headed around town. Driving is a bit crazy - the city was designed both for times before cars and then it was expanded at a time when very few people had cars. So folks have to park on the sidewalk. As the mother of a toddler this scares the living crap out of me. How do you warn a small child not only to look both ways when they cross the street and to look behind them when standing quietly on the sidewalk? Yikes! But I digress. A did a fantastic job of maneuvering around and through the impatient drivers, and we were able to drop M off a birthday party that was darn hard to find. The last part of the directions involved a dirt road, turning at a lake and asking a guard to unlock a gate in the middle of the woods. But he had a great time at the restaurant, and seemed to be a hit with the ladies ;-) A, S and I headed off to our friends' house for dinner, and got hopelessly lost. Not because I haven't been navigating based on maps since I was 8, but because they don't do street signs here. We got so lost we actually left Kyiv - the only sign at that point was "Odessa" - which is a bit like when you're on I-95 north of DC and the sign says "New York - 250" Oops! The reason it's hard to find addresses is because the actual signs are on the sides of buildings, about 12-15 feet above the ground, and the number is giant, but the street name is about 2 inches high. I dont' know about you, but I find that damn hard to read when driving at speed. And the big glamorous street signs at the intersection are paid for my companies, so they might have the name of an upcoming street, or just as likely, the name of an upcoming street that intersects an upcoming street but that you sure ain't never gonna find, but they definitely have an arrow pointing you to the big Fish Store or local Sport Hall. Needless to say, after driving the wrong way down one way streets and being lost for half an hour, poor Miss S heards some choice adult language as I "bemoaned" the inability of Ukraine to get their act together.
This is a common side effect of living overseas, for those who haven't. One day it's the most magical place with wonders and novelty, and the next it could be stricken from the planet for all you care. Ah, the 4 phases of foreign adjustment! But really, overall, we love it here....

Travel Outside of Middle Earth

I returned from a three day trip to Izmail, a city on the southern border with Romania. Overall it was useful from a work standpoint, but also showed a little more of the "real" Ukraine, versus the very different lifestyle lived in downtown Kyiv. For one thing, everything is much less expensive outside of the capital. No shock there. But what surprised me was how big Ukraine is, and really how relatively uninteresting the scenery is. We drove 12 hours each way, and it was lots of fields and sheep and carts and highway. Oh, and of course, "Turkish toilets." Shudder. Thank heavens for hand sanitizer. Anyway, the scenery became more interesting down near the limans (apparently the name for a unique water feature of a small lake-like spit that connects a river and an ocean - it's like brackish water in the US? We couldn't find an exact comparison.

The photo if from our stop at the Belgorod-Dnistrovski fortress. The sign says "Danger!" but as you can see that was really the only tribute to my protection. The fortress is very well-preserved, and was a welcome break from the drive.

Take that - Babushki!

Since we've arrived, A has been chastised in Russian and Ukrainian by "well-meaning" babushki (grandmothers) for the state of poor S's dress. Even when the temperature is 20 C/68 F outside, they holler that she is freezing. Conveniently, he can't understand what they're saying, so he just says "Spasibo!" (Thanks!)
So finally, he caved the other day and bought a hat that ties in a market kiosk located in a street underpass - well, that's where all the good shopping is anyway. We had to buy a hat that ties as the whole problem all along has been a confinement issue - she just pulls the darn hats off.
We bought gloves today as well, and she managed to lose one within two hours. Such a smart girl...

I'm back - A bit like neon legwarmers, though, it could be a fad

I finally remembered my password! Hooray! And today we received the exciting news that A has successfully hooked up our internet at home and it is quick and easy. So you all (anyone who is left) will now be receiving fairly regular updates on our life here in Kyiv. Well, in the limited way in which I share information, that is. I think my employer frowns on sharing too much about work, but since we're planning on traveling and expanding our cultural awareness (and since I have interesting kids) there should be plenty to keep this blog hopping!

So the big news first. One, we have decided to add a third year to our time here. That means we'll finish up conveniently close to the 2011 Rugby World Cup in New Zealand.

Second, after ten straight days of torrential downpour and freezing weather, I am looking out my window at sun for the first time in forever. Praise be!

Third, my darling little sister has confirmed that her wedding will be on September 19, 2009. This means a confirmed trip to the States, for those interested in actually seeing my face ever again.

Fourth, my talented sister-in-law has begun her own blog, which is the impetus for me re-energizing here. Hers has music - I know, I'm behind the times. But next time I'll include photos, and perhaps even a video or two. We've got a great "bikembikem" photo of S with some of her first "words."

Fifth, Happy, Happy Birthday to my two fantastic kids, last Tuesday and next Monday. Every year I am more in awe of both of them....

Where have I BEEN??

December? I haven't posted since December? What have I been doing? oh, that's right. Slacking off. Shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone. Despite my facade of serious, studious behavior, I'm really a goof. Actually, I don't think that I'm fooling anyone. My facade is that of someone whose sense of humor got the best of her. I am improving at my ability to appear serious when called upon, but sometimes I just can't resist. In a training course I did once, they told me to only say one out of every three things that come to mind, if you are an interrupter by nature. I actually do that - and I still find that I interrupt all of the time.
Anyway, as they say in Russian, let's return to our sheep. (I don't know why they say that - perhaps they're secretly Kiwi?) I have been raising the baby, minding the teenager and caring for the husband. I've been in Russian since the end of February, perfecting my Russian. For the first time in the 16 years I've been studying, it's really coming together. I can pretty freely say anything I'd like to, and all of the sleeping vocabulary has been reawakened. Now if only i understood the damn grammar.....
The bub is sleeping through the night now, which is totally huge. 9 PM to 5 AM. Those without kids can scoff at the fact that that's "all night" but for 3 months she was waking up every hour and a half and refused to be comforted by anything other than nursing. I don't know how I survived. SHe's got teeth and character and can pull herself up, and is close to walking (I'm convinced she's a genius, but I could be a bit close to the issue.)
Headed overseas in August, but hopefully I'll post more on that less than 6 months from now.
That's enough of a wine-fueled stream of consciousness for now.

Long Hiatus - Of Burps, Burbles & Burfles

I had every intention of being a dedicated blogger while home on maternity leave. In fact, I was going to completely re organize the house, brush up on my Russian skills and learn how to knit. It's been 10 weeks and I have succeeded so far in, well, I've showered every day. And I am proud of that. It's not that I sit around all day, just taking care of the baby 24-7. I mean, A is here to help, so I'm much luckier than many other first-time moms. It's the combined pressures of not getting anywhere near enough sleep & being salary-free (which cuts down on options for daytime shopping trips) and the unpredictability of S's schedule. On the upside, I am intimiately familiar with the daytime TV schedule. So I've revised my goals to taking lots of pictures of S as she grows, and getting out the house once a day.

Last night I had another new parent moment. S had finished a bottle of formula, and then breast-fed some more. I suspected she was eating for reasons other than hunger, so I sat her up to burp her. She must have swallowed something the wrong way, because she had her first projectile "burfle." And my first thought wasn't "I should clean up my PJs & her PJs" but, "Wow, that went almost 6 inches, who can I tell how impressive my baby is?" It was really quite like Linda Blair in the Exorcist, & she seemed much happier afterwards.

So, I'll try to be better, and not to bore you all with the intricacies of daily mommy-life!

Big'n'Round

I'm entering the home stretch - definitely starting to feel it. I always thought of the basketball analogy as a bit trite, and that is definitely confirmed by the fact that this darling baby of mine feels like a medicine ball attached to my abdomen, not an air-filled basketball! I can sometimes forget that I am pregnant, but then I'll try to reach something far away, or, more likely, the baby will perform a barrel roll. Hard to ignore that. Photos of my belly are available for those that want them - just email me, and I'll send them on.

A and I went through childbirth class - it was very practical, thank heavens. There was some breathing practice (inhale... hee, hee, hee, full exhale or "think of a colored triangle") which was a bit hokey, but I'll tell you how it went after labor. Maybe I'll be happy I knew about the triangle? We saw lots of diagrams that should be mandatory training for teenagers as birth control - yuck! (No more details, sorry folks.) We toured Sibley Hospital - the "Country Club" of DC-area hospitals, and quite nice. Yeah, health insurance! Most importantly, they have a kitchenette for A's beers, and Wifi in the cafe for him to get rugby World Cup updates. We have a lot of the "stuff" associated with child-ownership, including clothes, diapers and transport system. What I am worried about is getting all 3 passports in time to get to NZ for Christmas. Relying on the DC public records system for a quick turnaround could doom us to failure. Pray for us....

More Baby Info For YOU!

The "bub" is growing rapidly at this stage, and I am looking obviously "in the family way." Still not pregnant enough to get anyone to give up their seat on the Metro to me, but I think that may be a bit of human nature. I think men are afraid they'll give up my seat, and I'll tell them that I'm just fat - not pregnant - and get offended. Ah, the PC life we live! So far, the heat hasn't gotten to me - I spend a lot of time inside at work in the A/C. DC can be brutal, although my inlaws are loving the heat - my father-in-law has a strange internal thermometer that is happiest over 100 degrees.

I'll be posting more - sorry about the delay- I have felt like Julie the cruise ship director from "Love Boat" lately as I get family to their necessary camps and locations. Busy, busy!

For those who are interested, we are registered at http://www.babiesrus.com and www.burlingtoncoatfactory.com (who knew they had good baby items!) and http://www.babycatalog.com - we can be found under Mayhew in Virginia. If you have any advice - things you found helpful if you have kids, or things your friends found helpful, let me know, and I'll look out for them!

I'm the Lead in Alien

It seems as though in the past two weeks this baby has taken on - literally - a life of its own. It went from "gentle flutters" in my abdomen to bizarre cases where my stomach appears to have hiccups. I'll be doing something quiet - like typing a blog - and suddenly my lower half will jerk spasmodically to the left. It's a bit disconcerting. I did learn, though that the baby likes it when I eat Kraft macaroni and cheese, and when I watch rugby. I think that this solidifies any debate about whether or not preferences are determined in the womb - obviously this will be an athletic, laid-back Kiwi kid with weird American food tastes and my big nose. (Poor thing - it's just genetics!) And now, back to trying to focus while watching "Mutiny of the Body."

Two Years of Wedded Bliss

We just celebrated our two year anniversary on Monday. Let's see how the numbers stack up: one trans-hemispheric move, three new jobs (one for me, two for A), one new school, two new sports (M's baseball and A's old-guy rugby team), one anticipated baby, one set of uncles in the basement, one blow-the-budget travel schedule that has taken us to San Fran, LA, Boston, NYC, Northern Neck VA, Reno, Philly, NH, Dublin, Krakow, London, Brussels, Tirana, ALbania, Budapest and a trip to NZ. I don't know how normal people function - spacing out major life events or staying in the same place for more than 3 years! But then they miss out of such exciting life adventures as the Jelly Belly Factory tour in Fairfield, CA. Best trip EVER!

Anyway - overall - life is good, the baby is starting to kick hard enough that I can feel it, the in-laws are coming in 2 weeks for their great American adventure, and the weather is beautiful! Wish you were here....

How Travel Has Changed!

We're off to the SanFran wedding of one of my oldest dearest friends. I have thought about this day a lot over the past almost 20 years. The ceremony as described in the invite is just like her - laid-back, "shotgun chic." (The wedding is at a Rod & Gun Club, and we can shoot skeet if we get there early - not quite her left-wing style, but definitely funky.) Anyway, the way I'd imagined celebrating with her isn't quite what this is looking like. Travel with kids has taken some getting used to - even though M is really young adult. You have to plan one "event" each AM and PM, instead of the 3 events with lots of walking and minimal snacks when it's just you. No bachelorette party - largely because a) I can't drink and b) minimizing school absence is important. But family is important, and I'm looking forward to just being with my boys and not working. I will find a balance here - hot mama party chick layin' it down with my buds, and stable mature mama chick, nurturing her kids and supporting her husband. I know I can do both, it's just a question of planning! After all, didn't we decide to have a kid since we don't often go out anyway?