Monday, November 22, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Monday, November 15, 2010
Sunday, November 14, 2010
In case you're wondering, the little rhyme goes like this:
Маленькая мышка по городу бежит,
Глядит во все окошки
И пальчиком грозит.
А кто не лег в кроватку?
А кто не хочет спать?
Такого непослушного я буду щекотать!
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Monday, November 1, 2010
And this is what it looked like at the end of the second day of construction work:
Drinking to the success of the project became paramaunt! Plus it helped to bridge the linguistic divide.
In the mean time, in the other corner of the yard, Grandma was also very busy, but with landscaping chores.
Pulling weeds, raking leaves, building compost piles,
replanting some of the herbs (here she is replanting the Bay Laurel seedling that she first grew from seed, gave to me to be neglected throughout the summer, and then rescued just in time; not to say I don't have a green thumb - check out that huge mint mound behind Grandma)
Plus she cooked. One of the evenings we decided to dine al fresco (yeah, fancy like that) and put Grandma in charge of lighting the grill and fixing up something quick and delicious - baked potatoes, grilled hot dogs, baked apples. She's good at making the best out of the most rustic conditions.
As a reward, we took Grandparents to the Fair, fed them s'mores and let them spoil their one and only grandson. Totally fair!