Here's the thing about me, I love organization--as long as it's mixed up. After years of despising the institutionality (yes, I like to invent words) of personality tests, I've coined myself a random concrete thinker (notice the emphasis on random), my husband on the other hand, is concrete sequential (which is so much more efficient!) Hence, November, we'll get back to December at a different time, but with travel to three countries over Christmas, I'm putting it on the back burner until I can dedicate more time to properly documenting our travel adventures. I don't recall how the month started off, October and November were such a blur...But highlights included my first "real" concert, a last minute Visa trip to Berlin, the city of bikes, Rawly's birthday, and Thanksgivings.
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| Oksana joined us too! |
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Our seats were top quality row, but that didn't stop us from shakin' our groove thing. I came out of the concert with a grapefruit sized raised bruise from dancing against the impermeable seats. We were secretly hoping that we could meet JLo based on our ability to speak the same language, unfortunately to no avail, hey it was worth the dream. We loved our time with the "Jennyfur Lopez". |
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| This hardly reflects the masses of metro riders, but here's one of the sweet mosaics in the Kyiv underground |
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| To Berlin, to Berlin, to become official! |
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| Spot on 11.4 kilos, we accidentally left the stroller at school as we were leaving in a rush. Packing her and him in the bitter cold was quite demanding on the old biceps, and back, and everything else you can think of. |
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| One of Rawly's favorite shots |
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| Where East meets West, Berlin above ground gas pipes that separated the two sides |
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| We found both Dad and Zoya warm winter coats to fight off the freezing temperatures and bitter winds. After searching high and low, the train station really is the only place to exchange money. As Ken was exchanging money, Rawly frantically shouted that dreaded word when you're in an unknown locale, "POTTY!" Yes the trip was right in the height of potty training. So we ran following the signs to the WC, only to be stopped by a gate. A Euro to go pee, I'd have given five, if I had any. Luckily a nice attendant reluctantly gave in amidst my cordial "Gutten tag" and frantic motioning/broken Russian that the little boy had desperately to go pee and I didn't have any money. I later went back to pay her, but she didn't notice, only to go yet again when Rawly decided that he need to use the loo again, for a different reason. |
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| To our Sports Fan |
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| Rawly's orange cake (he helped make)...tasty though homely....and pumpkin cupcakes |
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| Make a wish, or three! |
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| He had been practicing the pinkie hold |
In years past, we've had the upwards of four Thanksgiving gathering...this year was a little mellow and only included two, plus Skyping home to Kennewick. Getting ready for Thanksgiving #2
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| Just like Dad |
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| How handsome are they? Shh, don't tell, I even miss the "No shave November" face ;) |
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| Playing with Uncle Jesse #2 (JT, you'll always be #1!) |
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| Puker up Riley |
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| Now this is good (with Auntie Ira) |
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| Future musicians in action |
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| He know's the good stuff when he sees it |
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| Family gathering |
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| Too cute not to put in |
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We I hosted a flower party for a Ukrainian entrepreneur |
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| Now that's a tasty burrito |
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| Auntie Michelle's favorite student |
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| Not even Jacob can keep Zoya's attention, sorry! |
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