This blog started as a week-by-week look at our lives in 2010 (hence the address) in St. Petersburg, Russia.

Now, with the closing of my other blog, from-russia, I've decided to extend this blog to cover 2011 as well (despite the address--which really bugs me now that it's inaccurate).

Saturday, May 8, 2010

week eighteen

I realize this challenge is meant to be all pictures and no story...but I feel compelled to share the story behind each one instead of letting them speak for themselves. Control freak? Poor photographer? Logophile? Trying to prove that a picture = 1000 words? Dunno.

This is what is parked right outside my window--and has been for most of the day.

This morning, Lexi was up at 6 (no surprise) and I wasn't even dozing at 6:30, so we got up, had some yogurt, and went grocery shopping.

When we came back, it was rainy and miserable, and I really didn't want to haul groceries for blocks. (Our street is the staging area for the big trucks for Victory Day and so no parking is allowed. All cars will be towed.) Since Victory Day is tomorrow, I asked the militsia standing across the street if I could park here today. Da, koneshna moshna. Yes, of course you may.

I asked our concierge. Of course! Move the car tomorrow, but today it is fine.

We went home, put our pajamas back on, and settled in to watch a new Peppa dvd. Then, just as a familiar noise was entering my subconscious, my mobile rang. I dashed to the window and saw the car behind me being towed! I threw on jeans and a poncho, answered the phone, and thanked my principal for the heads up. I dashed out, telling Lexi I was moving the car; hoping Peppa was engaging enough that she'd be okay.

The "evacuator" driver took the time to slow down, open his window, and THANK me for coming out to move my car. That was a little bit of happy. He even told me where to move my car.
The view as it wraps around the corner and heads to Palace Square.
The soldiers get out their buckets and wash their trucks as they wait.

Mia, keeping an eye on things.

And a picture I love but won't keep up long. Do you like her long, pink "ponytails"? She was happily singing about being n@k ed and skipping around following a quick bout of bedjumping.

Her jeans were wet and the obvious replacement was her dancing skirt. When she decided to be n@k ed, her shirt got stuck on its way off. She was delighted with the result. ;>


  1. WEll I am glad you decided to do a bit of explaining because it is soooo cool and I would not have known otherwise!
    Love the pic of Lex skipping with her pigtails!

  2. now kate that is very cute..kinda reminds me when my 11 and 13 yr old( boys) were little there fav thing was to dance naked thorugh the house wearing belles dress from the disney store..which i happen to have put away for special pics when they get older..huggs from canada..