Safer

To get into the courtyard of our building, we walk through an archway. At the entrance and exit, we frequently noticed shattered tiles, which had fallen from the building above. This is a view of our building from our bedroom window -- note the missing tiles:



We were always thankful that we never got hit by a falling chunk of building, but now we can walk a little more comfortably, since someone got smart and added these around the edges of the archway -- and they're already doing their job!

35 weeks ...

... and clearly impatient to add a living thing to our household. In the past week, I've planted basil seeds and a gerbera daisy, and bought a fish. So far, all are still alive. "What to Expect" doesn't mention this instinct, but I'm finding it just as powerful as the need to nest. If someone offered me a baby kitten right now, I'd be a goner. And I don't even particularly care for cats.

Easter-time's a comin'

Two days ago, I found out that Dietrich's preschool class would be putting on a show in honor of Easter. Also, that he needed a special shirt.

Yesterday, we went shirt shopping in the outdoor market. We found a lovely white shirt with blue Ukrainian stitching along the neck and wrists. He was a bit under-dressed, but still got lots of compliments on how Ukrainian he looked. (Other little boys were wearing matching shiny pants and thick, embroidered belts. One young lad even had a pistol tucked into the belt.)

This morning, we convinced a rather-reluctant Dietrich to actually participate in the show by bribing him with a new car. And at 11 a.m., we gathered in the back of a very, very warm room with about 30 other parents, watching our little darlings perform in their Ukrainian best. There were songs. There was dancing. There was an Easter-egg-dying demonstration. There were lots and lots of poems about Jesus' resurrection.

We were so proud of our little guy. He remained on the verge of tears for the whole 40-minute show, but he danced like a champ, and he made it through the whole thing. Later he told me his favorite part was seeing the flowers in the girls' hair. They did look lovely, I have to say.

Alas, my camera died just a couple of minutes into the show, so these will have to do.


Dietrich with a few of his classmates (pistol boy on the left) just before the show.


Dietrich had been spinning around the house for the last week or so, and he said he was learning his awesome moves at preschool. Turns out, his class dance included lots of spinning, plus holding hands, walking in a circle and shaking your hands in the air.


These little girls did a fairly complicated dance in which they interwove the long strips of cloth (I think they're table runners, but I'm not sure) that they are holding.


Notice the eggs and big loaf of bread decorating the back of the room where the kids performed? Well, this afternoon, the wonderful Lois Thorpe brought us a whole loaf of Paska, Ukrainian Easter bread. Yum!