Тетя Клава and Святошинский Переулок

One of the dearest people in Kyiv for us was Klavdia Fyodorovna. But she was known to us as Auntie Klava. She babysat our children faithfully, with tender care and grandmotherly concern for the year we lived here. Her son, Oleg, became a friend of the boys (and a mentor in soccer). Tanya, her daughter also blessed us with her presence and artwork.

Today, we greatly enjoyed going to her apartment today, seeing Auntie Klava, her husband, Oleg, Tanya, and meeting Tanya's boyfriend. Homemade pelmeni, pirog, fresh cherries (picked a few hours before at their dacha, and a good time catching up with old friends!

Afterward, we swung by our old neighborhood. Walking from the busstop toward our building, I was shocked how normal it all felt. It really felt like moving away was perhaps just a dream. Little has changed, and the route was so familiar, I wouldn't have been shocked to find the key in my pocket to this old home.

Good Friends

Jeff and Donna Crane moved to Kyiv a little before we did. And though we didn't see a lot of each other, the time we spent together was precious. Eric even had his toe excavated one night in the kitchen by Dr. Jeff. Our boys remembered the family well, especially Lera (who is a little older than Tima) and Misha (the biggest dog we've ever known). It was delightful to see them again, hear how God is leading them and opening doors for orphan care and medical ministry.

Trip to Kyiv

On the way to Kyiv, we spent a delightful day with Adam and Inna, Pasha, Jon and Anna Richardson in Moscow. They were gracious to let us spend the day playing and napping. Afterward, we were a bit tired on the metro to the train station.


Our train left at 9:30pm, and arrived in Kyiv the next morning at 10:00 (Moscow time). The only complication was that there were no working toilets in our wagon. It turns out that these fancy new toilets on the private trains are a little more complicated than the old fashioned open-onto-the-track kind. Though our car-attendant said he could probably find a free coupe for us in another wagon, he didn't seem in any hurry. And we decided that a few trips through the doors-of-terror were worth getting our kids to bed. It wasn't too bad, though when I took Tima in the middle of the night, the neighboring wagon was locked! and the noise and instability scared his sleepy self. But we survived, and all told, it was a great journey.

Our first day was restful, hanging out with Brian Birdsall and his daughter, Tory. We're sad the rest of the family is gone right now, but they've been gracious to make us feel very at home. In the words of Danya, "This is the biggest apartment I've ever seen!" And across the street are the Botanical Gardens, a great place for walking, running, climbing hills, and playing.

English Lessons

Ten of Danya's classmates responded to our English lesson invitation! Every day this week they will come to our apartment for two hours of English games, dialogue and vocabulary. It turns out that two hours is a very long time to keep eight-year-olds engaged, especially in a small apartment. But it's fun to get to know them and their parents a little better.

Visitors!

We received our first family visitors last week. Eric's parents spent a week with us here in Saint Petersburg. We did a lot with them, and had a lot of fun! Mostly, it was so good for all of us to have real hugs, long conversations, and play a lot of 42! We were shocked how quickly the week flew by, and we had to say goodbye.

http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=180497&id=593736915&l=fe09ce7749
You can see a few more photos at the above link.

Videos from last August Staff Conference

Thanks to Alla Stepanova, who just gave me a disc with a lot of photos and videos!

School Performance

With one day warning, we were summoned to another performance at the school. It's the third one this semester. Danya's song was about "Africa" which was strange, since we were approaching the May holidays of Labor Day and Victory Day. Once there, I figured out that the holdiday was the celebration of a poet from the early 20th century. He wrote stories and poems for kids. And Danya's class was performing one about Africa.

The clip above is short. The next few are longer, about a minute and a half each. Only for the grandparents, if they even have the patience!

May Day

The day is here! Yesterday, the birch trees leaved... leafed... leaffed? I suppose it's not technically miraculous, but watching dead-looking wood putting forth green leaves is amazing.



I'm feeling sick, and not up to taking the kids across the street to the woods. Sad to miss one of the 60 days of sunshine each year!

This is the view from our balcony. The sun keeps us warm, though the air is still pretty cool. The computer says 50F (10C) but the wind is still cold.

While I wrote this, the kids got antsy and pestering each other. So we are going outside, whether I feel like it or not!

Growing Things

Perhaps someone can explain my visceral desire to grow food on my balcony. I would love to have the time and energy, money and availability to do much more- to compost, grow food organically, and even do some hydroponic 'window farming.' Strawberries all winter! But, alas, I live in the trench between English-language websites which explain how to do it all, and Russian reality, where I can't remember the word for 'fertilizer' and I have no idea how to find all the 'easy' supplies that the websites recommend. One of my favorite websites is a Canadian cold-weather-urban-gardening one. In some Canadian cities, they give away balcony-sized compost boxes, complete with worms! If only...

But for this year, we've had more success than ever before. Seeds from the local supermarket; Soil and planters from the 2-minute-walk-away store. (Though the woman who works there hates it when I come in with my three roving children, and ask that she, once again, reach the biggest planters, which for some reason are all on the top shelf. I have offered to get them myself, but she won't let me behind the counter!) She was incredulous that I was taking home the bag of dirt. "Now? By yourself?"

"Sure, I have a big stroller."

After five minutes of self-concious effort to put the huge bag in the (shrunken?) stroller basket, Ella was ejected from the stroller seat. She whined all the way home and the soil enjoyed pretending to be a baby.

We have spinach, broccoli, and apples growing. One day, the boys saved their apple seeds from their snack, and how could I resist the pleas to plant them and grow apple trees? So now we have 8 apple trees... if you can call them that when they are two inches tall! (They are on the far right of the following photo.)

After planting a lot of broccoli seeds, I read the instructions on how to grow it, and it turns out we need five-gallon planters. We are transplating a few shoots, and eating the rest as sprouts. I'll be very surprised if we actually get any broccoli! The apple 'trees' ... well, we'll see if they live through the summer!

We already thinned the plants pretty ruthlessly. And the boys ate the sprouts in handfuls. Amazing.

Our sunny balcony is like a greenhouse (which will be a problem in the warmer weather) but it's poorly insulated and very cold at night. The multiple bulbs I planted resulted in one shoot early in the spring. It was the closest to the door, and I wonder if enough heat leaked out to keep that one bulb from getting too cold. I didn't know bulbs could get too cold, but in containers at -30C I guess was too much. The seeds that did the best were those which have never been to the balcony, but rather stayed on the inside windowsill. I know spinach should be a cool-weather crop, and it seems that our climate is ideal. But they seem to be pretty happy at 70F (or hotter, in the daytime sun)!

So, here are way more photos than you want to see. Mostly for my dad, so he could imagine our balcony! The balcony extends from the kitchen to the kids' room. Here is the view from the kitchen window.

The same corner, but photographed from the middle of the balcony, looking toward the kitchen. The boys' workbench and tools are spread out, with one planter on top (basil, spinach and dead bulbs) and the pots of daisies on the floor. The white windowsill in the corner is the kitchen window.

Here is the opposite end of the balcony, photographed from the door of the kids' room. Our transplanted spinach is in the red bucket. And it's doing well, though the websites warn against transplanting.

Musicals

A few weeks ago, the kids gave Miss Lena a concert. They turned off the room lights, turned on the night light (as a spotlight substitute) and stood in a line, belting out their favorite songs. Ella loves to sing alone, but usually gets mixed up with the words. Then she invites the boys in. I was amazed not only by their decent pitch, but also by the way the belt out the song, like they are on stage. I credit the Glee songs that they watch on youtube for the wide-leg, arms to the side and open mouth stance.

(see former post for the video of them jumping to the "Jump" song.)

http://coefamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/12/jump.html

Once one child (or Eric) starts singing, they all join in. It can go on and on and on. I usually have to stop them singing at meal time so that we can finish our meals.

Eric has been playing guitar with them more, and the boys are practices keeping the beat with various percussion instruments. Ella likes to drum on the guitar case, though her sense of rhythm is pretty post-modern.

Favorite songs:
Glee "Jump" "You Can't Always Get What You Want" (I highly recommend this to any parent as a response to, "But I really want to!"
Veggie Tales -Lyle the Kindly Viking "When We Share"
Go, Diego, Go - some song about walking like a dinosaur.
They Might be Giants- "I can add," "Seven" and of course, "The Alphabet of Nations."