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Okay, if you don't live in Nashville, this might not be funny to you. But it's been mayhem here for the past week or so as NO ONE in the city had gas. And those who DID have gas had a line wrapped about two blocks of cars waiting for gas. I have one friend who witnessed fights on a lot over who was next in line. Anyway, it's been total bedlum on the gas front here and some genius out there (I don't know the person who made this video OR the girl who blogged it, but my friend Sonja sent it to me and I had to share) put a very funny spin on it. It's four minutes of FUNNY STUFF.
In other news... look how adorable my boys are in their scout uniforms! :)
Also, Meg is counting to three. I have always counted to all my kiddos in both Russian and English. So that's what I do with Meg too. I count her toes, I count the steps in our house, I count the pushes on the swing, etc. etc. Tonight I was counting her toes and I first counted them in English, then I started over, counting in Russian. I said, "Adeen, Duva, Tree..." and when I got to three she said, "No, ooooonnnnnneeeee, twooooooooo...." :) So cute.
One other funny thing that happened today was that we were looking at some photos I had gotten in the mail (some = 377 because I haven't ordered pics in so long.) She was looking at them, putting them in a nice neat stack beside her. When I got to the Russia photos, we came across one of her caregivers with a group of kids in a stroller and holding hands beside her. Meg stopped in her tracks, stared at that photo for a LONG time in an almost trance-like state. She just sat there staring and I was beginning to wonder if she was going to fall asleep. Anyway, eventually, she kissed the picture and put it down. This was very sweet as I was worried about what emotion that photo was going to bring out from her. I didn't know if she would register any memory at all, but obviously it did. It concerned me a little because I am reading a book right now called Silent Tears by Kay Bratt and the treatment she describes in the orphanage she worked in is less than ideal by any standard. I am sure that some of the same practices happen in Russian orphanages. I don't think it's to the extreme she describes in her book simply because I know the kids don't spend all day in cribs, etc., but I know if you went to certain orphanages and certain locations, that would surely be the case. Anyway, I'm diverging (again) but the bottom line is, I was afraid it would scare her or bring up bad memories or something, but she seemed to remember and then move on... hallelujah! Maybe that's what we're all doing... moving on!
Now Nashvillians, go watch that funny funny video.