The title of this blog post is what my mom said when I texted her this picture.
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Thomas and Friends
Violet is OBSESSED with Thomas and Friends. She watches the show, plays with the train set and reads the books on a daily basis. Her Thomas fixation is the reason we decided to drive half an hour for a 15 minute show in the NY Botanical Garden. It took us an hour and a half to get ready with two kids, thirty minutes to drive there, another 15 minutes to walk through the park (in subfreezing temperature) because we parked in the wrong parking lot. After all this, we sat down and waited 10 minutes for the show to start and when it finally did, it lasted all of 15 minutes. In our eyes, it was the biggest waste of time but Violet still can't stop talking about it.. Every morning since the show she has woken up and asked, "Today we go to Thomas show?" I keep trying to explain to her that Thomas was only there for one day and he is now back on the Island of Sodor. She doesn't buy my explanation and continues to ask for the Thomas show. This morning was no different, but I decided to play along. I tell her that the Thomas show has moved to mommy's and daddy's room and we have to go there fast to get good seats. She excitedly follows me to our room and, along with Ivy, we climb onto our bed and wait for the show to begin. As all three of us rest our backs on the headboard, I hint to Gene that the show is about to begin. Without skipping a beat, Gene picks up his phone and turns on the Thomas theme music. He proceeds to dance happily in his underwear and I couldn't help but think that this is like the famous scene in Risky Business - gone terribly wrong. It was so funny that I think all three of us wet our pants. We clapped along as Gene continued with moves that should be outlawed. What a great start to our day! That daddy sure loves his girls!
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Monday, January 14, 2013
♫ My girl wants to potty all the time...potty all the time...♫
Back in the mother land there was no such thing as disposable diapers, so each time the baby pooped, you would have to wash their pelenki cloth diapers. This made Russian mothers want to potty train their kid as soon as physically possible. My mother still brags about me being potty trained by 7 months. Well folks, we now live in the good ole U.S of A and we are lucky enough to have disposable diapers so our kids can piss and poop all they want and all we have to do is remove, and toss their paper undies. I didn't realize how great I had it with diapers until Violet became potty trained. An entire new world opened up to me. A world where I have to take my toddler to a disgusting public bathroom. A recent escapade made me really miss the diaper days.
We went to a Birthday party in a Russian restaurant and Violet was running around with a bunch of kids while Gene and I were enjoying our dinner. Somehow she wandered off and made her way into the women's bathroom. I am still not sure how this happened since she had to go through like three doors. Luckily, our friend Andrey saw her go in and came up to us to ask if it was normal for our 2 year old to venture into the bathroom by herself. Ummm, oops, no! We're not winning any parent of the year awards with this story! I jetted to the ladies room only to find Violet standing in the handicap stall with the door wide open and her pants around her ankles. She is too short to reach the toilet so she just stood there bewildered at what to do next. I picked her up and held her over the toilet as I tried not to lose my balance in my 4 inch heels. After she was done, I realized that I had to go to the bathroom as well, so I decided to kill two birds with one stone. My thinking was, "what can possibly happen while I take a leak?" In that 20 seconds she managed to wipe her hands on the bathroom floor, while peeking in the next stall and saying, "Koo koo (who is there?)". As soon as I was done, I grabbed her under her arms and carried her to the sink so I can scrub those hands and pretend the last 5 minutes never happened. With both our hands finally clean, I thought I was in the clear, but the saga continued. She was drying her hands with a paper napkin and instead of just throwing it into the garbage can, she held it in one hand while the other hand rummaged through the pile of dirty napkins already in the trash. At this point I could do one of two things, re-wash her hands or say F it and assure myself that the napkins in the garbage are mostly clean anyway. Like I said, no mother of the year awards here.
Let this be a lesson to all you moms out there. Actually there are so many lessons here. One. Don't be in a rush to potty train. Two. Watch your kids! Three. Leave the bathroom trips for the dads. Four. Don't leave the house when the kid is between the ages of 2 and 7.
We went to a Birthday party in a Russian restaurant and Violet was running around with a bunch of kids while Gene and I were enjoying our dinner. Somehow she wandered off and made her way into the women's bathroom. I am still not sure how this happened since she had to go through like three doors. Luckily, our friend Andrey saw her go in and came up to us to ask if it was normal for our 2 year old to venture into the bathroom by herself. Ummm, oops, no! We're not winning any parent of the year awards with this story! I jetted to the ladies room only to find Violet standing in the handicap stall with the door wide open and her pants around her ankles. She is too short to reach the toilet so she just stood there bewildered at what to do next. I picked her up and held her over the toilet as I tried not to lose my balance in my 4 inch heels. After she was done, I realized that I had to go to the bathroom as well, so I decided to kill two birds with one stone. My thinking was, "what can possibly happen while I take a leak?" In that 20 seconds she managed to wipe her hands on the bathroom floor, while peeking in the next stall and saying, "Koo koo (who is there?)". As soon as I was done, I grabbed her under her arms and carried her to the sink so I can scrub those hands and pretend the last 5 minutes never happened. With both our hands finally clean, I thought I was in the clear, but the saga continued. She was drying her hands with a paper napkin and instead of just throwing it into the garbage can, she held it in one hand while the other hand rummaged through the pile of dirty napkins already in the trash. At this point I could do one of two things, re-wash her hands or say F it and assure myself that the napkins in the garbage are mostly clean anyway. Like I said, no mother of the year awards here.
Let this be a lesson to all you moms out there. Actually there are so many lessons here. One. Don't be in a rush to potty train. Two. Watch your kids! Three. Leave the bathroom trips for the dads. Four. Don't leave the house when the kid is between the ages of 2 and 7.
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Happy New Year!
All four of us looking at the camera on New Years Eve. It was a pretty eventful night which started around 6pm and ended around 5am. Gene, Violet and I were ready to call it a night at 2am but little Ivy kept on partying, and by partying I mean yelling, crying and refusing to go to sleep. The little monsters then woke up the next day at 8am ready to play.
Our first stop of the night can only be described as an утренник. Google translate defines this as a matinee but it's really a show designed to torture little children by making them memorize tons of useless poetry for the entertainment of their parents. My favorite part of the video is when Ari is lagging behind the conga line with both hands in his pockets while Violet hangs on for dear life.
Violet opens her first gift of the night - Thomas and Friends wooden railroad.
Family
Violet opens more presents on New Years day.
Look! It's a tent! Who's that inside? It's Gene and he's trapped. Muahahaha. Violet takes a picture with her brand new digital camera.
Go to Sleep!!!
Here is a typical conversation between myself and Violet around bedtime.
Me: Goodnight Violet. I love you. (turning off the lights and closing the door)
Violet: I love you too.
1 minute later.
Violet: Mommy!!! Mama!!! Ma!!!
Me: (Opening the door) What is it Violet?
Violet: I am thirsty.
Me: (bringing her water) OK, now it's time to go to sleep.
1 minute later.
Violet: Mommy!!! Mama!!! Ma!!!
Me: (Opening the door) What is it Violet?
Violet: Hmmmmm. Ummmm. I have an idea!!!
Me: What is it?
Violet: Ummm. Hmmm. Let's play with train tracks!
Me: Violet, you have to go to sleep now. It's past your bedtime and this is the LAST time I go in here. Go to sleep!
1 minute later.
Violet: Mommy!!! Mama!!! Ma!!!
Me: (to Gene) I am NOT going in there again.
Violet: Mommmmmyyyyyyy!
Me: (to Gene) OK, I am caving, but this is seriously the last time!
Me: (to Violet) What's wrong?
Violet: Mommy, I have another idea.
Me: Tell me your new idea.
Violet: I want to go kaki.
Me: OK, that's not an idea unless you mean you have an idea on how to sucker me back into your room and allow you out of bed.
Violet: (big grin as she gets out of bed and heads to the potty)
5 minutes later. Silence. She's asleep?!?!?!
1 minutes later...
♫ Five little monkeys jumping on the bed. One fell off and bumped his head. Mama called the doctor and the doctor said, "No, more monkeys jumping on the bed." Four little monkeys jumping on the bed...♫
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