Friday, October 31, 2008
October 31, 2008
More potty pictures...I can't help it. The other girl in the photo is Anya...she already has been walking and always greets me with a huge smile! She's the one who plays the clapping game, peek-a-boo and now runs up to me every day. E...plays it cool.
You also see his first mug shots for the passport...LOL...I couldn't get that little piece of hair to stick down...but at least they covered up his, yes NEW, bite mark from Stass (ass with an 'S' in front of it) what a bully! poor kid...the entire uppers and lowers are seen on his face.
But today, he walked! The picture with the cups is from today (the others earlier this week)...as you can see, this is his "yeah, I can walk now" downplay of this exciting day. All of a sudden, however, he is getting the whole 'cups' idea...his dexterity has increased tremendously. Now he knows what to do with his thumbs. Those are tough cups too.
What a great day!
Friday, October 24, 2008
Ermek
Yesterday & today in the music room and gym...
he loves to topple down the stacked cups I make for him and is starting to make "boy noises"...you know, the grunts and 'grrrs' of the sort...
He likes to stick out his tongue and I don't believe he has the gene that can make your tongue into a circle loop kind of thing. It's a genetic "yes" or "no" but I can't seem to remember what the term is called. He is, however, fascinated that I do have this particular gene...
His bite bruise still hasn't gone away...poor guy. No wonder he likes using his teeth...survival!!!
Kelly gets to take kairat home next week. I have pre-court on Tuesday.
I'm off to have a beer & stroganoff with Kelly at "Bavaria"....
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
October 22, 2008
Feeding time.
Today, Ermek had a bunch of doctors visits and he fell asleep in my arms...tired little guy. Dr. said he's doing well, but I need to buy some medications. I apparently don't know how to properly put a diaper on since he peed through after his nap...
E has now found a lot of pleasure in wrecking things...like the stacked cups or MegaBlok skyscrapers, etc. He loves Mata's (my) purse and giggles when I let him put on my sunglasses...then he likes to put them back and slam the case shut which makes a big noise. I think he'll love cooking and other home projects...
Things are moving along...my pre-court date is the 28th at 11am.
Whatever weight I lost the month before I left for here I've gained back plus some...all those carbs and white starch! ugh.
Tomorrow the washing machine repair man is coming...
Saturday, October 18, 2008
This Week...more pictures posted 10-20-08 (scroll)
Earlier this week:
Today I have my happy guy back!!! Oh we had so much fun!!!
Here are the pictures from the happy day...the tongue out was a new one...
From Ermek to Leeza...
Always knew you were pretty hot...but why couldn't you dress cute for me while you were living here?...
...keepin it real here at the babyhouse...got into a scuffle...see the mark on my cheek...some new kid bit me, but I let it go...feeling much better, thanks girl. Let me know what it's like when you land across the world...peace & packa!
Today I have my happy guy back!!! Oh we had so much fun!!!
Here are the pictures from the happy day...the tongue out was a new one...
From Ermek to Leeza...
Always knew you were pretty hot...but why couldn't you dress cute for me while you were living here?...
...keepin it real here at the babyhouse...got into a scuffle...see the mark on my cheek...some new kid bit me, but I let it go...feeling much better, thanks girl. Let me know what it's like when you land across the world...peace & packa!
Thursday, October 16, 2008
October 16, 2008 written midnight EST (10am Kaz)
Dear Vodka,
It’s me again.
I haven’t blogged much recently and promise to put some pictures of Ermek soon. I’ve been busy engaging in kittycats, birdies and cars mostly. I haven’t taken too many pictures these last few days…it seems like they’re just duplicates. But I will…promise!
Little E had diarrhea yesterday…and I thought a true mother doesn’t smell this stuff…I almost gagged. It squirted up his back and I relinquished the poor guy to his caregiver who swiftly ran him under the faucet and packaged up the now clean baby for me to continue on with my so called ‘motherhood’…
…flashing on the 4 days in Almaty, alone…the 27hour + trip home, with no structured nap or feeding times…can I fit the little butt under an airport sink faucet?...where do I change him on the plane?.....oh the horror!
I’m also deep in thought lately. I’m outraged on a different level. On one hand I am so glad Ermek will be able to grow up with a new rule handbook and be taught how to smell the difference between leaders who talk theory and those who get in the trenches to fight!
I’m sick of theory. I’m sick of seeing those fat bastards dictate how business is run. I’m sick of the cowards who are quitting….receding to their homes and broken families quietly waiting for the rescue boats to come grab them and tell them what to do next. I’m fed up with those who try to speak up but their convictions end in a façade of a sentence…without any thought behind them. How do you spell V.A.G.U.E.
Take our companies for instance. Unfortunately, the customers we have in one are handcuffed to the corporate bailing trend and I feel sorry for my direct contacts so close to retirement age, but they are watching their future retirement plummet. We will continue to fight along.
The other company is now fueled by educating our customers on the fact the sky isn’t falling so get out of your house and LIVE! We will continue that fight too.
Yeah, we’ll be fine…but it doesn’t negate the fact that we all now must suffer the consequences of the Deadly Sins our so called leaders have made. The Jack Welch way has already been packaged and shipped overseas…how last decade of us to think we can continue to pull 13 more theories and spinoffs from that and call ourselves “productive”. Failure is not an option.
This has been my fear since the first grade…the stakes are so much higher now, but the feeling is the same as I had when I was 27years old, a new broker in Sunny California! I remember each day vividly. In my adult life, I have never known any other feeling…of inspiration, of hope…and that pit in my stomach that reminds me everyday I’m too young to think I’m ever there, so keep moving…go, go, go…!!!
We can blame JP Morgan who some say started this all…or we can simply thank him and Roosevelt’s “New Deal” which set us up to make choices later on…we can talk about Adam & Eve…these morals are not new. That donut sure is tempting though, isn’t it? Go for it…we can staple you up later…here’s a pill to make you feel like a real man!
Opportunities are not the evil here…it’s what we do with them that needs a good hard look at.
So let’s talk about God and Politics and blame…or we can be Americans and control the shit we have control over. Failure is NOT an option.
So how do you share this with any sort of tact? What actually makes a leader?
I want to come home with our son.
I am not afraid of a shitty diaper…I am not afraid of a shitty diaper…I can do this!
There was a green engine who got to a hill…
She chugged and she chugged…
“I think I can, I think I can, I think I can”
As the hill got steeper, she huffed and she puffed
“I think I can, I think I can, I think I can”
As she neared the top, she let out a shrill..
“I THINK I CAN I THINK I CAN I THINK I CAN”
All of a sudden she slid down the tracks
Crash! Bam! Boom!
Into engine mash…
You may ask…what’s the moral of the story?
You can huff and you can puff, but
THINKING YOU CAN, JUST AIN’T ENOUGH!
…
…I need to get out more…this is suffocating…
lol
It’s me again.
I haven’t blogged much recently and promise to put some pictures of Ermek soon. I’ve been busy engaging in kittycats, birdies and cars mostly. I haven’t taken too many pictures these last few days…it seems like they’re just duplicates. But I will…promise!
Little E had diarrhea yesterday…and I thought a true mother doesn’t smell this stuff…I almost gagged. It squirted up his back and I relinquished the poor guy to his caregiver who swiftly ran him under the faucet and packaged up the now clean baby for me to continue on with my so called ‘motherhood’…
…flashing on the 4 days in Almaty, alone…the 27hour + trip home, with no structured nap or feeding times…can I fit the little butt under an airport sink faucet?...where do I change him on the plane?.....oh the horror!
I’m also deep in thought lately. I’m outraged on a different level. On one hand I am so glad Ermek will be able to grow up with a new rule handbook and be taught how to smell the difference between leaders who talk theory and those who get in the trenches to fight!
I’m sick of theory. I’m sick of seeing those fat bastards dictate how business is run. I’m sick of the cowards who are quitting….receding to their homes and broken families quietly waiting for the rescue boats to come grab them and tell them what to do next. I’m fed up with those who try to speak up but their convictions end in a façade of a sentence…without any thought behind them. How do you spell V.A.G.U.E.
Take our companies for instance. Unfortunately, the customers we have in one are handcuffed to the corporate bailing trend and I feel sorry for my direct contacts so close to retirement age, but they are watching their future retirement plummet. We will continue to fight along.
The other company is now fueled by educating our customers on the fact the sky isn’t falling so get out of your house and LIVE! We will continue that fight too.
Yeah, we’ll be fine…but it doesn’t negate the fact that we all now must suffer the consequences of the Deadly Sins our so called leaders have made. The Jack Welch way has already been packaged and shipped overseas…how last decade of us to think we can continue to pull 13 more theories and spinoffs from that and call ourselves “productive”. Failure is not an option.
This has been my fear since the first grade…the stakes are so much higher now, but the feeling is the same as I had when I was 27years old, a new broker in Sunny California! I remember each day vividly. In my adult life, I have never known any other feeling…of inspiration, of hope…and that pit in my stomach that reminds me everyday I’m too young to think I’m ever there, so keep moving…go, go, go…!!!
We can blame JP Morgan who some say started this all…or we can simply thank him and Roosevelt’s “New Deal” which set us up to make choices later on…we can talk about Adam & Eve…these morals are not new. That donut sure is tempting though, isn’t it? Go for it…we can staple you up later…here’s a pill to make you feel like a real man!
Opportunities are not the evil here…it’s what we do with them that needs a good hard look at.
So let’s talk about God and Politics and blame…or we can be Americans and control the shit we have control over. Failure is NOT an option.
So how do you share this with any sort of tact? What actually makes a leader?
I want to come home with our son.
I am not afraid of a shitty diaper…I am not afraid of a shitty diaper…I can do this!
There was a green engine who got to a hill…
She chugged and she chugged…
“I think I can, I think I can, I think I can”
As the hill got steeper, she huffed and she puffed
“I think I can, I think I can, I think I can”
As she neared the top, she let out a shrill..
“I THINK I CAN I THINK I CAN I THINK I CAN”
All of a sudden she slid down the tracks
Crash! Bam! Boom!
Into engine mash…
You may ask…what’s the moral of the story?
You can huff and you can puff, but
THINKING YOU CAN, JUST AIN’T ENOUGH!
…
…I need to get out more…this is suffocating…
lol
Monday, October 13, 2008
October 13, 2008
This evening just around 6:00PM, two officers banged on my door…this is so weird because I had a vision of this happening about 2 weeks ago, but in my vision, a woman in a skirt suit was the one who came to the door.
These two men talked to me in Russian…I of course didn’t know what they were saying and tried to call Zhanat. They wouldn’t let me near the phone, but demanded to see my documents. They studied my visa and passport and asked to search my apt.
My neighbors have loud music and shrieking people…I’m wondering if someone called about noise.
They looked in my closets, and told me to move the shower curtain so they can see the tub. They looked in the kitchen, the room where my bed is as well as outside on my porch.
I gathered that they were asking if I was the only one here…I confirmed.
I was drinking tea and reading in my Kindle (The Kite Runner, no less!) and bent over to turn off my little book light and Kindle….the Kindle is the electronic book from Amazon onto which one can download hundreds of books. One officer saw this and told me to turn it back on…I flipped through some pages showing him what it was…that seemed to satisfy him.
I was able to call Zhanat and they spoke briefly.
The phone rang just as they said “das vadanya” & it was Zhanat making sure I was OK and that they gave me back my passport…
…wow.
tomorrow is my 14th official day...then I can apply for pre-court...
These two men talked to me in Russian…I of course didn’t know what they were saying and tried to call Zhanat. They wouldn’t let me near the phone, but demanded to see my documents. They studied my visa and passport and asked to search my apt.
My neighbors have loud music and shrieking people…I’m wondering if someone called about noise.
They looked in my closets, and told me to move the shower curtain so they can see the tub. They looked in the kitchen, the room where my bed is as well as outside on my porch.
I gathered that they were asking if I was the only one here…I confirmed.
I was drinking tea and reading in my Kindle (The Kite Runner, no less!) and bent over to turn off my little book light and Kindle….the Kindle is the electronic book from Amazon onto which one can download hundreds of books. One officer saw this and told me to turn it back on…I flipped through some pages showing him what it was…that seemed to satisfy him.
I was able to call Zhanat and they spoke briefly.
The phone rang just as they said “das vadanya” & it was Zhanat making sure I was OK and that they gave me back my passport…
…wow.
tomorrow is my 14th official day...then I can apply for pre-court...
Saturday, October 11, 2008
All the Potty People Say Hey-O!
All the POTTY people say HEY-O!
Here’s a little story, I’ll come to tell
About one bad-boy, you now know so well
It’s me, I’m Ermek, surprised…don’t you know
And I sit with my homies training our bodies to flow!
I’m a hard-headed guy…it’s part of my charm
The tantrums? I know, but really, who’s in harm?
I want to walk and talk
All that comes out is balk-balk
It really gets me frustrated
Take a look under my butt, at least I’m not constipated!
All the Potty-people say Hey-O….
You gotta be tough here at the babyhouse
We have a new kid now, but he’s small like a mouse
He’s my brother Kairat, parents Doug and Kelly…
I’ll teach him the ropes, they call me ‘Buddha-Belly’
All the Potty-people say Hey-O…
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Friday, October 3, 2008
Ermek...Oct 3
I came in when they were all 'on the potty'...as you can see, Ermek all stretched out trying to look at me....all dude....
The other pics of him getting dressed...he really likes this caregiver.
The other pics of him getting dressed...he really likes this caregiver.
OCTOBER
Having fun! The pictures outside were from yesterday...it was so beautiful and warm out (they made him wear the snow suit). The other two was him showing off the day before...
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