Monday, February 8, 2010

Google Me This...




Another blog I really enjoy has this as a regular feature and it's often hilarious... So I'm going to give it a try here at americangirlsinmoscow.

So how did recent readers stumble upon my blog? Well...
  • Someone is evidently looking for "cat diapers" and well, we all know that I write about that fascinating topic quite frequently!
  • Barbeque equipment in the "off" season—or inappropriate content? You'll find neither here. The searcher who typed in "mosco grils" will only get this from me: the advice to "Work on your spelling, dude!"
  • "Eiffel Tower crafts." Yes, I did post both about the Eiffel Tower playhouse I made the girls from cardboard and the paper sculpture that Katya made—but alas, that's it...
  • "Childfree." This blog—and this family—are anything BUT!

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Update

I've been back at work full-time since Monday. It's rough. I'm still pretty weak and I'm doing the bare minimum... Unfortunately, however, after having been gone a week, there's a lot of administrative stuff to get caught up on...

Natalia went back to school on Monday, too—but then coughed so horribly throughout the night that both of us barely slept (ergo the persistent fatigue). She stayed home on Tuesday with our babysitter so she could use the ultrasonic inhaler with medicine drops to help clear out her lungs, and she's been back at school since.

She really missed school and is so darn proud of her new cursive "Ж"!


She absolutely loves working on her handwriting in both languages; I'll include some samples soon. (Quick quiz for those who read my earlier post this week about my high school's toilet paper: Can you pick out the hard and soft signs in the alphabet?)

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Oh, No...

What's wrong with this picture?


How many moms instantly saw this potentially heart-breaking disaster?! Look closely...


Yeah... Oh, poor kid, poor frog... Poor mom! I'll never forget what I went through the day Katya accidentally dropped her BELOVED rag doll (which I quickly learned was no longer made and impossible to replace) in Manhattan and I frantically retraced my steps to find it... It was spotted in a gutter by another mother who imagined the desperate child who might have lost it. She lifted it out and gave it to the shopkeeper nearby. Amazingly, I found it.

A year later, my mom spotted a brand-new version of the rag doll and we were elated to then have a "spare." Katya's first doll was literally falling apart by then, too. Katya, however, took one look at it and declared that she wanted nothing to do with it. "So, what? You're going to replace her because she's old? Is that why you had another baby?" (Natalia was a few weeks old). Gulp. The old baby and new baby happily co-existed from that day on.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Time to Take Down the Trees...


Two weeks ago a friend and I took our kids to the kids' brunch at the Hard Rock Café. As we arrived, a worker was almost done dismantling their "tree." Such metal structures are what you see here in Moscow--they then get covered with fake branches that can be any color of the rainbow. Plain old green? Forget about it! Try purple, hot pink, turquoise, turquoise...!

As a sign of the times, though, we had far fewer "yolki" (holiday trees) all over Moscow this year. There wasn't even one at Lyubianka! Of the trees I did see, many were actually advertisements, sponsored by beer brands or banks. The ornaments all featured their logos, and the "skirts" were mini billboards. We've had trees like that for the past few years—but last year I noticed more trees advertising cheerier items such as Ferrero Rocher chocolate balls...!


This tree was in front of the Счётная Палата, the Russian Treasury. Appropriately enough, the tree was sponsored by Sberbank.


"Sberbank: New Joys! It's important to us, that it's important to you."

On a personal note, I should confess that our apartment is still completely decked-out for the holidays. I did put away the holiday-themed hand soap dispenser and hand towels in the bathroom, but that has been the extent of it... In order to put away the tree and all the ornaments, I have to remove all the stacked boxes in our entryway, repack everything, then stack it all up again carefully. I just don't have the energy.

Heck, I'm doing well, though... Last year the kids begged me to keep up the tree until March... I figured, "Bleh... Why not... They don't have a yard, so if this is the only tree they get, fine..."

Monday, February 1, 2010

Word of the Day

Any Scrabble fans out there? If so, you'll like this word:



zarf

—noun

a holder, usually of ornamental metal, for a glass cup without a handle (from which you would drink hot tea or coffee)

Also, "zurf."


I spotted the set in an underground pedestrian passageway and just had to take a picture... Yet again, blogging leads to odd pictures... Then again, what an odd—and completely commonplace—shop. Tacky stuffed tigers, zarfs, party masks, fake designer handbags, hats and batteries.

Friday, January 29, 2010

Random Humor

This is the toilet paper they use in our high school. The brand? "Mягкий Знак." As anyone who knows Russian can translate for you, the "мягкий знак" (myagkii znak) is this character in the Russian alphabet: "ь", аs opposed to this character, "ъ," the "твёрдый знак" (tvyordii znak). They're not letters; instead they influence how you pronounce the letters before and after them.

Here's where the humor comes in. You just know that some bored geek at the toilet paper factory wet his pants (luckily he works at a toilet paper factory!) the day he came up with this product's name... "Myagkii znak" means "soft sign," as opposed to "tvyordii znak," the "hard sign."

A Russian friend was looking through some photos on my computer and did a double-take when she saw I had pictures of toilet paper... I think that only nerdy Russophile blogger friends can understand why I just had to get a photo and write about it!

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Answering Questions: Going to the Doctor

Some of you have asked questions in your comments, but then your profile has no way for me to contact you with an answer (no blog of your own, no email address). I'm going to do my best to answer your questions in the form of a comment within the same entry; so if you ask, do check back!

Right now, though, I'll answer a question about doctors here because it's of larger interest. I don't think Moscow is typical of Russian practices, though, so keep that in mind... Russians I know here tend to take their kids to Children's Clinics, where you might usually see the same doctor, or you might not... When your child is sick, you often can get a house call through such clinics. The prices are VERY low by Western standards and the care is generally good, depending on the clinic.

I went to such a clinic, one of the best in the city, when we first moved here in 2004 and Natalia had an acute ear infection. Natalia was a year and a half and still nursing (I had chosen to start weaning her once she had gotten over the stress of our international move and had a routine established). Nursing was the only thing that seemed to relieve her ear pain, so when she started to shriek in the doctor's office, I discretely nursed her. That's when the doctor literally ripped Natalia's head off my breast and SCREAMED at me for nursing her at that age.

Natalia, and I, were LIVID. While nursing at a year and a half certainly isn't common in the US, it's not unheard of... And our Brooklyn pediatrician said it was endorsed under US guidelines for the first two years... It goes without saying that I never went back to the Russian clinic.

Adults tend to have a doctor they generally see who can also make house calls, or they go to a general clinic. At such clinics lines are generally long... As in all areas of life in Russia, connections and greasing some palms speed up the process.

Because we're foreigners, we have medical insurance that covers Western doctors—so we go to one of the clinics that accept foreign insurance and employ a mixture of foreign and Western-trained Russian doctors. Many Russians also go to our clinic, but it's too expensive for your average Russian.

Another common practice here is to pay for a yearly "membership" at a clinic, where they treat you for pretty much whatever comes up. There are rules, though, and I bet the memberships are a lot like insurance policies—with maximums and excluded procedures.