So...it is Saturday...For Erin that means that she gets to watch her Russian cartoons. If you grew up in the former USSR you probably feel kinda nostalgic looking at this picture, if you are local than you have no clue what I am talking about, he he. Anyhow, the part of the cartoon where three characters sing a song about the lovely clouds and take an imaginary flight on those clouds. As soon as the song hits, Erin makes a powty face and starts to cry. The first time it happened I though that my babe fell off of the couch and whacked her head on something. I was very surprised to find her sitting in the same location I left her in. To me this is a mystery! I mean, she loves the cartoon, Pooky squeals in delight and laughs every time it starts. Andrew's theory is that she knows that it is to be over soon and expresses her regret through tears. I have no theories to offer and am bedazzled by the whole thing. She is usually more tearful, than in the video. The camera distracted her :). It's in Russian. I just explain what is going on. (It is rather long and I would edit the video, but the software I have is not compatible with Vista.)

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Question of the day: Is my child the only one dipping her fried eggs in cocoa and than eating them?

Ahhh...That glorious time of the day when the house is mine for whole two hours and if I am super lucky-three. I can kick back on the couch, eat ice cream out of the box and watch TV. Too bad that can happen only after the dinner is done, laundry folded, Pook's books fixed (today is my book fixing day), reports written (I do genealogy research for clients and hate writing reports...yuck! I love the research part, though), etc. Oh well, I finished the ice cream on Saturday anyways (Breyer's All Natural Rocky Road..yum!) and just watching TV is not that fun.

I love taking Erin's pics! She poses now. Here is her cocoa face from this morning. I don't remember when was the last time I had a cup of cocoa all to myself. A while ago Erin decided she liked the stuff and now she makes me share. Even if I make one for each of us she downs hers and wants mine. Oh, yeah! She also gurgles her drinks now. I apologize to anyone who is to become a witness of this behavior.

I have had more time lately for reading and finally got to a couple of books that I have been planning to read for a while. One of them is Sun of the Dead by Ivan Shmelev. It's a biographical novel about the 1920s Civil War in Crimea region of Russia (a little bit of history here if anyone interested http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Russian_Civil_War). It's a story that brakes your heart. Hunger, despair and injustice are the three words to best describe the events. I do not think I will read it again, but I am glad I read it.

I do not believe that we need to know the history in order to avoid repeating it. This formula has never work for the human kind. However, I believe that those who lived through the joys and horrors of the past ought not to be forgotten. Every decent human being deserves to stay in the history. Someone should read their story and remember them...That is why I read it and will want for Erin to read it when she is old enough. Plus, a book that makes you want to hug you child tighter and cherish the life more is a good book.

Just few snapshots from Erin's life

Here Erin discovered a new mode of transportation-a frying pan. I asked her to put it in the cabinet, but instead she placed her tush in it and began scooting around the kitchen. We are still working on our communication skills.


This is Erin's first attempt of willingly posing for a picture. She wanted me to take and than show it to her. I think she liked it...


A new toy. By the way, little pictures inside explicitly inform responsible adults not to allow their charges to climb inside. Not following the safty instructions will result in a boo boo...

Erin's tent

A week ago Erin decided it was time to start getting out of her crib. Actually, the discovery most likely happened by accident. We are not sure how she did it. We just found her laying on her back on the floor by her crib screaming her head off.

So we got her a tent crib which Erin is graciously demonstrating in the picture below. She does

not mind being outside of it. However, inside is another business...