Monday, November 26, 2007

My daughter, the bag lady

Dasha is a well known bag lady. Wherever she goes, she tends to drag with her at least one of her several bags. Whether its the fuzzy russian one that Baba Liza sent, or the Victoria's Secret bag that Ira gave her (left over from a gift on Ira's birthday), she stuffs them full of odds and ends and drags them around with her.

I think this in in preparation for when she becomes a teenager. It is well known that women tend to carry a lot of odd things in their purses. I should know. I spent a year rummaging through them at the US Embassy. C'mon, do you really need to drag squid with you to your visa interview?

Speaking of which, Dasha just turned five years old. It's staggering to thing that our littlest girl...she really was our smallest child, born at 5 1/2 5. She will start school next year. I remember being able to hold her with one hand. She is quite an individual. You can never tell with her what mood she will be in next. Whether she is being cuddly, goofy, ornery, pouty, whiny, giggly, introspective or good, she will turn on a dime and try a different tactic on you. All in all, she has grown fairly independent at home. Whereas Kiril needs someone to entertain him, Dasha can play for hours by herself. She will play dolls or just sit there reading a book and making up songs. Dasha is fun.

1 comment:

Natalie J said...

Dasha is a cutie. I forgot to call her on her B-day, but will you tell her that on Sunday she can pick something out of the "Birthday Bag". See you soon!