Tuesday, November 17, 2009

That Time Again: The Good and the Bad


Yes, it's very pretty!


Until it melts moments later.


You can't tell from this picture, but all the puddles are brown. Melted, dirty snow... Yuck. Now begins the ritual of using stain remover every night to remove the kicked-up drops of brown "slyakat" (melted, oily, polluted snow) that adorn the back of our stockings and pants...

Monday, November 16, 2009

Another Update on Lyalya

He's doing just great! Yesterday was a real turning point. He started to wash himself, and he met us at the door for the first time since becoming ill. Asya isn't as afraid of him anymore, either; she wouldn't go anywhere near him while he was still obviously sick--even hissing at him, poor thing!

He has pep... He's happy... And he won't let you hold him all day any more.

YAY!

As for my hand, the top of it is now a purple and yellow and bruise, but I'm just fine.

Maria's Children & Patch Adams Auction for Orphans... With a Surprise at the End!

Thursday night was the annual art auction hosted by Patch Adams featuring paintings, ceramics, sculptures and crafts by the talented orphans helped by Maria's Children. All money goes towards the work done by Maria's Children to reach out to needy orphans--and other children in need--through art therapy, summer camp, monetary help for medical care, and MANY other programs that let these children feel loved and learn how to prepare for post-institutional life.

I wrote about Maria's Children, Patch Adams, and the auction in 2007 here--and the auction in 2008 here.


The girls had fun painting before the auction began. We also picked out countless magnets, greeting cards and calendars for the upcoming holidays (including two teachers' birthdays). In addition, each girl relished secretly buying ceramic animals (Mmm... as if we don't already have a ton of those!) and necklaces for each other for Christmas.

It was wonderful to catch up with older teens I've known for three years through the organization, in particular with Aslan, a boy from Chechnya who really found a place in our hearts three years ago--along with his sister Heda. You might remember how last year Patch Adams raised enough money to rebuild Aslan and Heda's home; it had been destroyed during the war when Aslan was just a baby. Construction is almost complete and their parents will finally be able to move out of the refugee camp!

The other highlight of the evening came towards the end... The girls were having fun playing with another boy, and Amina was resting in the lounge area with them. I went over to ask her if she'd like something to drink, and called her by name. A woman was seated across from Amina, and she heard me.

It caught her attention, and she commented, "Amina... Not a common name here in Moscow! I heard it once before when I was trying to connect with a woman here in Moscow about a package for relatives of children who had been adopted in America... I never did get to meet her, though, Tamara..."

Amina quickly asked, "Tamara (and my last name)?"

She replied, "Why, yes! Do you know her?"

And Amina pointed to me, standing behind them!

Soooo... Annie... Alla and I have finally met! Can you believe it? For all of you who aren't quite following, Annie is a "blog friend" I've never actually met but have gotten to know well since starting this blog. She has a son and daughter (actual brother and sister) adopted from Ivanovo (and two other lovely boys from Russia, in addition to her grown son and daughter). Alla and Annie met while Annie was in the process of adopting her daughter, Anastasia; Alla helps orphans in Ivanovo.


Her son, Andrei, and my girls get along really well.


Not only did we have fun Thursday night, but we also got together on Saturday to attend a Maria's Children exhibit at the Dom Khudozhnikov (across from Gorky Park). I'll write more about that tomorrow!

Thursday, November 12, 2009

If You Give a Mouse a Cookie...

You know that children's book?

A Mouse Cookie First Library (If You Give...)

Where one thing inevitably leads to another, and a ridiculous adventure full of mishaps ensues?

Well, our version would be called, "If You Buy a Littlest Pet Shop Toy..."

Snuggle up with a cozy blanket and let me entertain you during story time. Ready?




"If you buy a Littlest Pet Shop toy, it's going to come with cool little accessories.

If you have fun playing with the tiny pieces of fruit, so will your cat.

If your cat chases the plastic fruit around the house, at some point he'll end up swallowing it.

If he swallows it, it'll end up making holes in his liver and kidneys.

If he gets holes in his liver and kidneys, he'll need major surgery.

If he needs major surgery, he'll have to go to the animal hospital.

While you're visiting him at the hospital, you'll wonder why one of the photos in the waiting room features dogs doing things not quite appropriate for a children's book.

If you wonder why there are explicit doggie pictures in the waiting room, you'll then realize this is Russia--and anything goes.

If you realize this is Russia and anything goes, you won't be surprised when your cat who is still in critical condition is released to you for extremely involved and difficult care at home.

If your cat is released in critical condition and requires extremely difficult care at home, you won't be surprised by two pages of hard-to-follow instructions about his various medications and shots.

If you have to follow two pages of hard-to-follow instructions about various medications and shots, you'll have to administer crushed pills by syringe three times per day.

If you have to administer crushed pills by syringe three times a day, your cat is going to get very angry and scared.

If your cat gets angry and scared, he may accidently puncture a major vein on your hand with his claw.

If he punctures a major vein on your hand, you'll bleed. A lot.

If you bleed a lot, you'll lose consciousness and somehow end up at the other end of your house, on the floor, with no recollection of how you got there.

If you end up unconscious on the floor with no recollection of how you got there, you'll crawl to wake up your husband and cry for help.

If you cry for help, you'll end up going to the hospital.

If you go to the hospital, they'll wrap your hand and give you a tetanus shot and antibiotics.

If they wrap your hand and give you a tetanus shot and antibiotics, they'll also want you to travel to the other side of Moscow to a public hospital where you could wait in line all day to get the first of six rabies shots.

If they want you to travel to the other side of Moscow to a public hospital where you could wait all day to get the first of six rabies shots, you'll think you've had enough to blog about for one day--and head home.

If you think you've had enough to blog about for one day and head home, your daughter will want to cheer you up as soon as she sees your bandaged hand.

And if she wants to cheer you up, she'll bring you her favorite Littlest Pet Shop toy..."



It has been a l-o-n-g day.

SUPER New Russia Blog!

Welcome my friend Jennifer to the Blogosphere!

(Sketch from Russia Beyond the Headlines, where she writes a humor column.)

She has just launched her blog, and if you enjoy mine, you will love hers. She's a professional photographer and writer from America who has lived in Moscow for seventeen years--and she has a wicked sense of humor.

Enjoy!

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Home, Cradled and Cared For...


The girls were so relieved to see Lyalya yesterday! We placed him in Katya's arms and he instantly relaxed! He also sucked on Natalia's ear for a while, much to the amusement of the staff at the clinic!

We brought him home and he's so happy to be here... I slept on the couch with him on my chest to keep my eye on him. Good thing... Turns out he still has trouble with his bladder, which kind of worries me... He's also not eating...

But he did jump up to the top of a bunk bed to his favorite resting spot, so he's got to be feeling a lot better! The doctor had said Lyalya wouldn't attempt anything he wasn't physically ready for...

Asya is actually afraid of him. She senses he's not well and she acts scared, keeping her distance.

It's daunting to be caring for him. The directions from the doctor fill two pages! MANY pills, most of which need to be cut into eighths, pulverized and delivered by syringe... Then he gets shots, too...

When we were leaving the hospital, the vet confided to us that the surgeon had been stunned to see him still alive on Monday; she hadn't thought he could make it. He really grew on the staff; our vet even admitted to taking his picture with her cell phone because he was such a sweetie!

He's asleep in my lap right now and I am so. very. thankful.

Monday, November 9, 2009

Missing Her Brother...


She'll be so happy when he comes home...