Wednesday, March 2, 2011

The day my child became Russian

Oh my goodness.  Completely by accident, I just ran across this blogpost from when Jack was 4, when we watched That Russian Video.  We'd been in the library line and he added it to the pile, and I figured we might as well get it. At the library, "impulse purchases" are free.  How odd to see how far this fascination has come.  One Russian family camp, 2 years of weekly lessons with Olga and Natallia, and now registered for the weeklong immersion camp this summer.  I'm so glad I caught this moment in his life in writing...even date and time-stamped.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009 at 2:39pm

So we've been talking about Russia today. Steve jokes about turning Andrew into a Russian spy, because he has an Eastern European look and his intonations sounds like Russian. Hard to explain outside of our family. We're weirdos.

Anyway...on a whim I showed them that movie from the library, about Russian children. Jack was blown away and decided he loves Russia. He wants to put a balance beam in our backyard. We made snowflakes out of paper today just like the kids in the movie. He wants to learn the Cyrillic alphabet.

Okay so far. But the disturbing part for me:

He decided for dinner he wants to eat: sausage, potatoes, tea, and...rabbit.

I'm not sure I can go through with this, even in the name of giving my children a global experience. I might sneak in some chicken for myself. I hear it's delicious, but I can't stomach the idea of eating bunny.

But I tried to be a good mom, so I asked Steve if he could stop and get some rabbit on the way home from work.


Susan said...

Hi Sarahbeth,
I am your mom's first cousin, Susan. Nell and my mom, Harriet, were sisters. I have been reading your blog off and on since your mom's friend from Lincoln, Cindy H., shared it with me. Love it. Love hearing about your children...they are beautiful. Your smile reminds me of your mother's smile. :-) Just wanted you to know I was reading!

Sarahbeth said...

Susan, yes! I remember meeting Ike several times, and hearing my mom tell stories of you. I'm so glad you're here. :)