I didn't anticipate how difficult it would be to blog every day. She is non-stop motion, and so I have no time to sit at the computer...or even use the bathroom! If I am away from her for more than 30 seconds I hear (in Russian) 'Mama! Where are you?'
I will try to record today, although I really just want to climb into bed. Nastia is already there, waiting for me!
So, after her gargantuan breakfast this morning, Dasha played in the yard with us, and then we took the dogs for a long walk in the woods, up to the turtle pond. (Dasha insisted on holding both leashes.) We then stopped at the playground and played on the swings, and then headed to town, as we need to buy just a few quick things at Crosby's.
Well, Crosby's (our local supermarket) may as well have been Disneyworld, as far as Dasha was concerned. She had her own little cart and she kissed each food item before she placing it in the cart. She confidently maneuvered down the aisles, saying 'excuse me' (in Russian) to anyone she bumped into. Nastia and I looked away for all of 10 seconds where the frozen food meets the packaged meat aisle, when we realized Dasha had placed 3 family-sized packages of sausages in her cart. When she saw we noticed, she gave us this big toothy grin and shrugged her shoulders, as if to say 'beats me how they got there!' She then asked the deli man for a sample of ham (in Russian), and then thanked him (in English) when he complied.
After dropping off the groceries at home, we headed over to spend a little time at our friends, the Littles. They have a pool and Dasha must have jumped in over a hundred times. Finally, after hours, she got tired and ended up like this: