Life is not always fun at our house but it is always funny!
Vitali is always getting himself in some kind of trouble. I like hot sauce, spicy foods, and hot horseradish. I don't know how many times Vitali has absolutely insisted on trying my hot sauce. I tell him in English and Russian he won't like it. I remind him he tried it yesterday but he persists and persists until I let him try it for the 20th time. Every time is the same.
Vitali: Ya Hachoo eta (I want that)
Me: N'coosina (it is not tasty)
Vitali: Ya Hachoo PLEASE (I want it PLEASE)
Me: Eta gariachi sauce, Tee n'hachoo (It is hot sauce, you don't want it!)
Me: n'coosina (not tasty)
(Repeat last two lines 5 times)
Me: Skol'ka (How much)
Vitali: NOGA (LOTS!)
Vitali: Spasiba (Thank You!)
(Vitali takes a big bite of whatever with hot sauce)
Me: Coosina? (Tasty?)
Vitali: Da (yes)
(1.23 second delay)
Vitali: WATERRRRRRR PLEASSSSSSSE
A minute later:
Me: Coosina? (Tasty)
Vitali: Da! (Yes)
Me: Yeeshoo? (more?)
Vitali: NYEEEET! Ne COOSINA (NOOOO! Its not TASTY!)
Repeat again the next night.
Vitali is also the one who sat on the URINAL at Home Depot the other day when he needed to use the toilet!
Vitali is often afraid of "Ba-bye" the Ukrainian version of the boogeyman. Tonight at church he was using the bathroom and there was a very dark room off the bathroom. Here is our conversation:
Vitali: Ba-bye tuda? (monster over there?)
Me: Ba-bye v'Ukraina; Ba-bye Ne v'America (monster is in Ukraine, Monster is not in America)
Vitali: Ba-bye n'suda? (monster is not right here?)
Me: Ba-bye ne suda. Suda America. (monster is not here. Right here is America.)
Vitali: (pointing at the dark room) Tuda America? (over there is that America?)
Me: Dah, Tuda America! (Yes, over there is America)
I also could not help but post this picture of Max.
These three are all boy but they do occasionally like to play with the girls' toys.
What is particularly funny is when Max gets grumpy and starts saying Eta Moi! (ITS MINE!)
The good thing, or bad thing, depending on who you talk to, is that the boys are just like me.
Lately they have gotten into saying "Ahhhhhhhhhh, nyet!" or "Ahhhhhhhhhh, da!" when you ask them something. It wasn't until Melissa reminded me that I do this fake pondering "Ahhhhhhhhh..." with them when they make an absurd request, that I figured out where they had gotten it.
All three boys are capable of making a mountain out of a mole hill, so I often say, soothingly, "ITS OOOOOKAY!" The boys now all say "ETA S'OOOOOKAY!" if another is over reacting.
Having a blast and ETA S'OOOOKAY here,