The
most memorable details of Monday and Tuesday were that we got to stay
at Babies extra long those days and by this I mean we actually succeeded
in not coming home for lunch. The first day was wonderful because the
week before we had been with isolation kids. These kids are fantastic,
but they’re no Group 6 and DEFINITELY no baby Sveta so when I ran into
Anya and had an extremely enthusiastic miming conversation with her
Friday where we both tried to communicate to each other that this crap
was NOT going to fly my last week and that she needed to request me and
it actually worked, I was overjoyed. Tuesday I had the babies all to
myself for the first 4 hours which was both really fun and also made me
want to just get them to take a nap with me. Luckily, we were in the
small play house. If you’re unfamiliar, there are two play houses for
each group: one big one with a huge open wall for kids to escape through
even though technically they’re not allowed on the floor and a tiny
raised pen that they dislike being in and another one that’s much
smaller with only a small door but we can all play on the floor of it
where I can engage and wrangle 5 toddlers much more effectively. Also
luckily, my group is filled with little shits which I say in the most
loving and best possible way. It’s very clear that the nannies in my
group all have great senses of humor because these kids (especially the
older ones who are all a little over a year) are absolutely ridiculous.
I’m really not sure how a baby could develop a dry sense of humor, but
that is completely how I would describe each of them. They would do
something completely inappropriate and then look at me with wide eyes
and a blank expression and then let out a tiny chuckle. Katya was the
coy one who would sit with all of herself but one eyeball under a
blanket and then stare at you with a sneaky sideways glance until you
noticed her and then she would giggle and do it again. Micha was the
gentle giant who was at least twice as big as most of the rest of them
and would come lumbering towards me with his giant body and tiny but
huge man hands and then gently caress my hair. Varya would charge at me
and then burst into hysterical laughter. They were fantastic. I wish I
could have brought them home and opened the tiniest comedy sports team.
Wednesday, we went on our weekly excursion to a small neighboring village whose name I can’t remember. This is what I get for writing this blog a week and a half later. Either way, apparently this is where Becky had her first excursion, where she baptized herself, and where she decided her and Sveta would become friends. This was kind of going full-circle for her, so she decided to be twice-baptized and do it again. However, despite all the begging we could muster up (and some fake tears from Becky) we couldn’t convince Sveta to come. She had some “office work” to do or some important crap like that. I guess it was legit. So Natasha came.
When we got there, Victor (weirdly like all of the drivers whenever we go anywhere) magically appeared 3 seconds after arrival with an ice cream and showed us all where to get them. Then we went on a tour around the village and saw traditional banyas in little huts, some questionable [holy?] water that of course we decided to drink (Vic was sick for the rest of the week), traditional houses and family-run stores, a giant outdoor baptism pool made out of natural springs (and surrounded by tiny frogs that Victor chased around and caught for us), and finally Becky’s baptism pool. Unfortunately, the governor of Yaroslavl was also there and kind of on the same path around the city as us, so we couldn’t baptize Becky on the first stop so we went to the museum of entrepreneurship. Getting Natasha the Flirty out of the damn museum though to get back to the church was a difficult experience. Eventually we just left her behind to catch up and walked there ourselves.
While we were waiting for Becky to change into her special baptismal mu-mu, Janie was showing us a picture of Becky entering the church she had taken and was talking about the perfect lighting. Natasha apparently misunderstood this and exclaimed, “NO THAT IS NOT THE PERFECT LADY!” Alright, Natasha. But then she went on a rant about how she will only be the “perfect lady” after she is baptized. Pure entertainment.
Becky invited us in to watch herself be baptized in this freezing cold pool. She climbed in and dunked herself 3 times which looked like the most cold, painful experience. Then she climbed out and her baptismal mu-mu was see through. She was wearing a bathing suit, so it wasn’t really an issue, but apparently the first time she was baptized all she had was that. Pictures were taken, videos were made, and somewhere out there Becky has completely nude photos circulating the internet.
Conclusion to this day: Becky can never run for office, but she is now apparently the “perfect lady.”
Wednesday, we went on our weekly excursion to a small neighboring village whose name I can’t remember. This is what I get for writing this blog a week and a half later. Either way, apparently this is where Becky had her first excursion, where she baptized herself, and where she decided her and Sveta would become friends. This was kind of going full-circle for her, so she decided to be twice-baptized and do it again. However, despite all the begging we could muster up (and some fake tears from Becky) we couldn’t convince Sveta to come. She had some “office work” to do or some important crap like that. I guess it was legit. So Natasha came.
When we got there, Victor (weirdly like all of the drivers whenever we go anywhere) magically appeared 3 seconds after arrival with an ice cream and showed us all where to get them. Then we went on a tour around the village and saw traditional banyas in little huts, some questionable [holy?] water that of course we decided to drink (Vic was sick for the rest of the week), traditional houses and family-run stores, a giant outdoor baptism pool made out of natural springs (and surrounded by tiny frogs that Victor chased around and caught for us), and finally Becky’s baptism pool. Unfortunately, the governor of Yaroslavl was also there and kind of on the same path around the city as us, so we couldn’t baptize Becky on the first stop so we went to the museum of entrepreneurship. Getting Natasha the Flirty out of the damn museum though to get back to the church was a difficult experience. Eventually we just left her behind to catch up and walked there ourselves.
While we were waiting for Becky to change into her special baptismal mu-mu, Janie was showing us a picture of Becky entering the church she had taken and was talking about the perfect lighting. Natasha apparently misunderstood this and exclaimed, “NO THAT IS NOT THE PERFECT LADY!” Alright, Natasha. But then she went on a rant about how she will only be the “perfect lady” after she is baptized. Pure entertainment.
Becky invited us in to watch herself be baptized in this freezing cold pool. She climbed in and dunked herself 3 times which looked like the most cold, painful experience. Then she climbed out and her baptismal mu-mu was see through. She was wearing a bathing suit, so it wasn’t really an issue, but apparently the first time she was baptized all she had was that. Pictures were taken, videos were made, and somewhere out there Becky has completely nude photos circulating the internet.
Conclusion to this day: Becky can never run for office, but she is now apparently the “perfect lady.”
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