Bed time ritual

We have gotten Misha down to a regular bed time schedule. It's great being able to avoid all the fussing he used to have when he put him down for the night.

1. Diaper change and pajamas. Hopefully we can get him potty trained and get rid of the diapers all together.
2. Brush the teeth. Misha still likes brushing his teeth. We sing songs while we do it to keep him distracted. He prefers the "ABC" song, or "Twinkle, twinkle". He gets lazy on his pronunciation if I don't move the toothbrush out fast enough.
3. Prayers. He usually likes to pray in English but sometimes goes Russian. He makes more sense in English though.
4. Little Bear. Our nighttime ritual has become fixated on two stories from the Little Bear series. When Misha jumps into bed he immediately says, "Fshoop". What he means is "Birthday Soup". We have to read Birthday Soup. Every time. He is getting good at some of the bits...he really likes the "peas" and "pomotomomadodoes" part. As soon as we finish Birthday Soup, we have to also read the Goblin story "pit-pat-pit-pat-pit-pat". His favorite part other than the "pits" and "pats" is when the goblin snaps his fingers at the end.
5. I then leave Misha in bed with is book and the light remains on until Kiril goes to bed. No more crying. No more escaping.

The other day we had a picnic with some friends who made bbq chicken. Anytime someone mentioned the word "chicken" as in "this chicken is good" or "here, try some chicken" or when Misha ate a piece of chicken, he would emit this loud "bok-bok-bok!" Even the next day while telling the family about it, I said "chicken" and Misha immediately "bok-bok-bok"ed.

We are moving this weekend. Moving sucks. But it ought to be good. Misha loves the doorbell pipes.

Can Misha READ???

Last night, we went to Mom & Pop's to visit mom who just got back from Washington. As we were leaving Pop was kinda wigged out cause he said that Misha had been rummaging around the pantry, had pulled out a packed of taco seasoning and said, "Taco". Then Pop said Misha pulled out a can of Coke and said,"Coke". We were kinda gobsmacked. Mom asked if we had Coke at home and I answered that we generally don't have any kind of carbonated drinks at home.

So I called Misha over and pulled out the taco seasoning packet and asked him what it was. He said, "Taco! Yum, yum." But then it did have a close up picture of part of a taco on it. Then I pulled out the Coke and asked. I am pretty sure he answered, "Sok", which is Russian for "juice".

I am not sure though. Last week, he brought an advertisement over to Ira for Pizza that didn't have any picture of any pizza on it at all and said, "Pizza."

Maybe it's time to start teaching Misha to read, if it's not already too late.

Dino Museum

Misha's school had a field trip to the dinosaur museum that Thanksgiving Point. I got off work early to take him and also dragged along my new toy--Nikon D3000. So here are some pictures:



Aside from bolting toward the nearest exit the first time he saw a dinosaur, Misha mostly ignored the bones. He was more interested in the fence, or the fishes in the water, or the emergency doors and light switches.

Unless it was the erosion table. He would have played in there for hours if I hadn't have dragged him away.



He was keen on the prehistoric fish:



The giant shark didn't even phase him:

And played for a while in the sand pit. He is good buddies with one of his instructors:

But his favorite part of the day was getting windblown when we were leaving:

It was a good day.

Been a while...

My brother reminded me I have been remiss in blogging. So I am repenting.

My reason for not blogging is I really don't have much to say. It's all busy, busy, busy doing the mundane work-a-day things and nothing special, exciting, or awful to report.

Misha--still going to Giant Steps. He really enjoys it. He enjoys going. Enjoys being there. Enjoys coming home. Enjoys trips in the car. Hates coming home from those. He has turned into a parrot. He is in the phase of speech development where he repeats (or tries to) whatever word you say last. That makes two of those in the house. He is getting daredevilish at the park. He fell 5-6 ft twice last time we went. Once he climbed up a ladder and couldn't get down and fell while I was walking over to help. He likes to reach out and snag a monkey bar and hang there swinging back and forth. Sometimes he can get back onto the platform, other times he falls. I caught him a couple of times but the last time, he was over there by himself and plopped into the wood chips.

Nicolai--quite a character. He is talking a lot and has realized that Misha is fun to bug or bully. We have to rein him occasionally. But he also shares with Misha and is excited when he comes home on the bus. He really like Baba Cindy and cries for her sometimes. One of his best friends there is Baba T. He brings her her book, movies, helps her walk down the hall, helps her to her chair, gives her hugs, etc. He is going through nursery initiation which means that one of use has to spend some quality time in Nursery each week. He is learning though. Once snack time hits, he could care less who is in the room with him.

Dasha--Ever read the poem "There was a little girl, she had a little curl..." That is Dasha. When she is good, she is very, very good. But when she is bad she is horrid. Not really. She has her ultra-whiny moments but for the most part is very helpful and patient while we work on her eczema. We have been to an allergist and are going to go for a round of blood tests and then to a dietitian.

Kiril--Usual energizer bunny energy. My mother's cousin Kirk was over a couple of Sunday's ago and Kiril talked his ear off. He is interested in everything at once...as long as it doesn't include work.

Asya--Same as usual. Constantly with her nose in a book.

Ira--her new thing is wooden figures that she designs, cuts out, sands, burns, paints and now is selling on irishenciya.etsy.com. As with anytime she gets bitten by a new art bug, she spends all her time and energy on it.

Me--not much. Work and more work. Running and biking. Working. Some play when I get a chance. whee.

Updates

It's been fun with Misha recently...well, it's always fun with Misha. But it's been lots of fun to watch his progress.

--Misha is picking up new words. The other night he picked up a new favorite word "nachos" and repeated it all night long. He really gets a kick out of the "ch" sound in words. He is more willing to try new words. The Nikolai factor has given him a competitive edge.
--I finally saw something specific that Misha has been practicing in school. A couple days ago, he entertained himself, and me, by walking backwards then running forwards across the length of the room. Over and over.
--He is finally getting the knack of hugs and kisses. Before, he would just lean his head in for a kiss whenever you asked for either. He has started giving hugs and kisses spontaneously. Especially to Mama, Baba Cindy, and his favorite Aunt Christy. His small cousins also retain his favor.
--Misha has become an avid artist. Whenever he can find a scrap of paper and a pen/pencil/marker/crayon/improvised writing implement, he will spend a lot of time scribbling.
--We moved the boys back upstairs and now Misha doesn't like to go to bed alone. He always asks for "Iggy" who generally goes to bed later, and will cry at his door, open/shut the door, leave his room until Iggy goes to bed or we chase him back in several times.

Asya -- still enjoying school. We have to get after her for reading when she should be doing something else. English, Russian, it doesn't matter. She reads as if she is starving for the words. Like her old man, I suppose.
Kiril -- Turning 9 this weekend. Tends to make things up when writing school articles. According to Kiril, grizzly bears weigh as much as an elephant, have needle-sharp claws, sharp metal fangs, and strong bones to tackle their prey.
Dasha -- Her reading has taken off. She reads to Misha and Nikolai, or Ira or I.
Nikolai -- Talking up a storm. Usually gibberish, but he is also picking up words. Whether the kids, the parents, or Misha. Very much a mommy's boy.

2009 wrap-up short list

--Successful Russian New Year's party, one 2.5 families.
--Kiril gets baptized.
--Ira battles the system and gets Misha into Giant Steps. (It's been great for him).
--Another farm trip to Lyman, UT. Skipped this one too (had to work, whew). Kids loved it.
--Start Baba Liza's green card process.
--Misha and Nikolai in competition. Lots of progress for both.
--Did round 1 on the HCG diet. Lost some weight.
--Misha starts hugging and kissing people.
--Started temple work for Ira's family (got her crotchety ole dad baptized finally).
--Get Baba Liza's green card.
--Successful Russian New Year's party, 60 people, no accidents.

After the wife picked me up from work yesterday, we were riding home and she was explaining that she has Misha try different sounds while they ride around in the car.

With a bit of prompting, Misha proudly pronounced "Sh-sh-sh-kol-ya" (russian word for school is shkola). Then she asked him who was in his class. He replied, "de-ti" (deti = children). For the rest of the ride home, he continued spouting out those words. Of course by bed time, he would only say, "kol-ya".

While I brush Misha's teeth in the evening, we sing the "ABC song". He does fairly well alternating letters with me. He still gets hung up on "L-M-N-O-P" though.