Wednesday, June 30, 2010

russia 2010

As is our custom (sort of) we went to Russia to visit grandma and grandpa since it's been 3 years since our last trip, which is how long grandpa hasn't seen Elijah. Unlike our last trip of only 6 days, we splurged and spent 8 days in St. Petersburg this time. The weather was cooperative for the most part, especially considering that it was still late April / early May.

Elijah mostly loved the modes of transportation we had to take to get to Russia and then to get around in St. Pete: planes, air train in NY, trams, metro and buses in Russia. Ever since we came back one of his favorite games is to re-enact the entire trip to Russia: a short flight to NY, a long flight to Helsinki, another short flight to St. Petersburg, a car ride to aunt Ira's house, then a tram ride to the metro, a metro ride with a transfer, and finally a bus ride to grandma's and grandpa's house. Oh, and how could I leave out going through security before getting on each flight, complete with removing your shoes and having a bag to put on the belt. He always has to have one of us "come along". We move from one bedroom to another, from the living room to the kitchen, from the first floor to the second, each place signifying another stage of the journey. The stairs are the escalators. The bathrooms are trains. I am thankful that the long flight to Helsinki usually happens in the rocking chair. The whole adventure has been known to take over an hour and a half. Once we are finally "there", he wants to do the whole thing in reverse order, but by that time I am usually done role playing for the day (and for the week!)

Here are some of Elijah's favorite pictures. We had them printed and put in a little book. Those of you who live nearby have already seen them (sometimes multiple times).

Riding the metro train one of our first days in St. Petersburg.


Alexander Nevsky Lavra


Alexander Nevsky Lavra close up. Elijah likes to call the monks on the left "dudes" and then laugh his head off. :)


At the Kazansky Cathedral with grandma.

At home with grandpa.

Watching a metro train leave.

Riding the escalator in the metro.

Grandma's friends. They say it takes a village to raise a child. This is part of the village that helped raise mommy.

A tram and a bus.

Eating breakfast with Misha.

Friday, June 04, 2010

name suggestion

I was at an airport restaurant in Chicago getting dinner while waiting for my delayed flight. A waiter came up and after the usual "What would you like to drink" etc he glanced at my big stomach and said:
Waiter: Boy or girl?
Me: Boy. (I was expecting him to ask what I'd like to eat, so a though crossed my mind that I generally don't eat children for dinner.)
Waiter (pointing at his name tag that said 'Constantine'): You should name him that! It means "born to be a king"! ... Or a waiter. What can I get for you? (Who knows how many times he'd used that joke, but it was still funny.)

After dinner as I was paying my bill:

Waiter (pointing at my name on the credit card): Not many people named that here, but a lot in my country.

He turned out to be from Bulgaria. I happened to spend a summer there about 20 years ago, and it was a beautiful country. I told him so. He went on to tell me about studying Russian as a kid, and that one of his favorite memories was memorizing Russian poetry. I don't know if he was telling the truth. He went on to quote Pushkin for me in very good Russian:

Я помню чудное мгновенье:
Передо мной явилась ты,
Как мимолетное виденье,
Как гений чистой красоты.

We probably won't name our second son after a Bulgarian waiter from a Chicago airport who quotes Pushkin in an unaccented Russian, but he did make an impression.