Thursday, November 29, 2007

просто так

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

treat du jour

remember this gem
of an after-school snack
from back in
the day?
some things i'll
never outgrow.
(i had to leave this font the way
it turned out just to show you how
much blogger drives me batty.
what the heck is that???)

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

good day

that day was a
good day.
the day we got to
meet for dinner.

it pretty much
made up
for the last time we tried,
when he was called back to
that place he goes
everyday, the
very moment
we sat down.
p.s. 3 days and counting. . .

Monday, November 26, 2007

funny du jour

i can't help but find it
that the signs in the elevators
include a very important
при входе в кабину лифта,
убедитесь, что она
находится перед вами.
(upon entering the elevator,
be certain it is in front of you)

Friday, November 23, 2007

post t-day

while the bulk of america
we were over here
busying ourselves with
post thanksgiving day
1. bundling up and
swinging on the swings.
2. opening the new discs we ordered.
johnny mathis
a baroque christmas
3. putting out a few more of the
(the first two purchased
from the artists. aren't
they beauties?)

all we lacked was throwing
together that
cranberry bread.
(my pint of cranberries cost $7.
that will have to be tomorrow's
seasonal activity. . .

Wednesday, November 21, 2007


quite a lot of moons ago,
i used to wear shoes
like this.
with steel toes.
and i thought it was
so funny
that they made me
take them off
in the airport and send
them through the x-ray machine.
but that joke is old now.
if only we could go back
to those days. . .

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

trance time

now these little sweetpeas
are only allowed to watch
no more than 2 hours
of video a week.
but let's be honest,
i really kind of
enjoy that time. . .

Monday, November 19, 2007

up & away

this is what
i see
when i look up
at choir practice.

Friday, November 16, 2007


the goose is getting fat!
for the first
time in my life i am purchasing
christmas decorations.
(don't read into that)
found this number yesterday
and couldn't not
have it.
the festive mood
is simmering!
(more to come. . .)

Thursday, November 15, 2007

little humans

this is
babushka lolya.
we love her.
she has been homebound
for several months now,
and i daresay
her weekly highlight
is the visit from her 2

her favorite thing
to say to them is:
ты уже совсем становишься
похожа на маленькoго
you are becoming
more and more
just like a
little human being!

Wednesday, November 14, 2007


these are what you
might find
laying around my house.
dabbled in
whenever time
gives me the go-ahead.

which is, of course,
not as often
as the old days.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007


while you were

i was busy
what feels like some of
the final moments
of your

Monday, November 12, 2007


i love that there is a pigeon
on every letter
of the metro sign.
except m.
maybe they're still
waiting for the
m pigeon
to take his post.

Friday, November 9, 2007

O to be 3. . .

a day in the life of milla
trying on avi's pants
(i mean, they did used
to be hers once!)

falling asleep at lunch

Text Color
playing with mom's
hat & gloves

stashing things in
random places.

Thursday, November 8, 2007

the festivities

the guest of honor

the grandmothers

the grandfather.

the chrysanthemums

the aunt dasha

the help from sister.

the gifts.

the eating of the cake

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

ode to avi

10 things i wish i could do

all day long:

1. listen to you giggle

2. stand above you and watch your

little ball self maneuver around

3. kiss your cheeks

4. listen to you eat

5. watch you playing with toys,

discovering your world

6. squeeze any part of you

7. watch you eat raisins

(kicking in excitement)

8. cuddle with you

9. watch you clap when music comes on

10. breathe your baby scent

please don't let this birthday

make you any older. . .

Tuesday, November 6, 2007


Город-- Танцы Минус
by Tantsy Minus
I walk along the Prospekt
Amidst the night-life.
I walk because I have legs,
I can walk, and that’s why I do.
I walk towards colorful window displays,
As expensive limousines fly past.
The women within them whirl by
with burning eyes,
Cold hearts, golden hair.

There are few stars in the sky, but it’s no big deal.
Here, there’s one in every house, and not only one.
Electricity, gas, telephone and water,
Communal paradise without troubles or worries.

The smoke from tall smokestacks,
the race of gray clouds,
The coming of cold winds will show us.
The dance of the sun’s rays
in the spider web of telephone wires
Over tin roofs of scuffed houses.

The city is a fairy tale, the city is a dream,
Falling into its nets you become lost forever.
Swallowing its air of colds and cross-draughts,
And the scent of exhaust and expensive perfumes.

Sunday, November 4, 2007

city girl

Friday, November 2, 2007

theatre night

compliments of my
kind mother-in-law.
called the
kings of dance
of the world's best
male ballet dancers
at the
bolshoi theatre.

a pleasurable evening, indeed.

Thursday, November 1, 2007

funny du jour

i made this
happy birthday banner
this is what happens when
things are a little too

yes, we hung it
and no,
nobody noticed.