Jesus Is Risen!

Today we celebrated Easter, as it's observed according to the Orthodox calendar here in Russia. We had a nice church service, with a time to eat lunch together afterwards. I really like how people say "Jesus is risen!" and the answer is "He is risen, indeed"... even from people on the street. After church, Leif, Anneka, and I had a lovely afternoon and evening. We all took a nap, snuggled together and then we sang praise songs about all that Jesus has done for us, hid eggs around the house to find, and read verses about Christ's death and resurrection. It was a good day.



At our little store, they had little cakes that have "XB" written on them (Christos Voscres- Jesus is Risen), and you see this sort of thing all over.



Anneka slept through our lunchtime. We brought dyed eggs and fruit to contribute to the feast.



As we got ready to leave church today, we found little Vanya (who is smaller than Anneka), lying on the bed like this. All you could see was the tip of his nose! I'm sure he was suffering from a major case of heat stroke. Anneka thought he was really funny and kept poking at his lethargic body.

Goolyating

One of the most common questions moms ask me here is when I "goolyat" with Anneka each day... meaning, when do I go for a walk so that she'll sleep and get fresh air. Many moms goolyat twice a day. I think fresh air is good for babies, and often I goolyat simply because I have errands to run and have Anneka with me. But by no means do I gooyat twice a day! I'd never get anything done at home and Anneka usually wakes up as soon as we come back to the warm apartment (and I don't want to goolyat for two hours at a time). I like to goolyat with other moms and find it a good connecting point. And if Leif and I don't have evening plans, we like to walk together. It's a perfect time because Anneka often needs a "catnap" in the evening but doesn't go to sleep as easily as her other two daily naps. As soon as we exit the apartment, she's fast asleep on Leif, cuddled in the ergo baby carrier. It's so cute.

This is what she looked like the other day after goolyating. She was so tired, that she didn't stir when we entered the apartment and went on to sleep in her bed. A lady told me that I need to stuff paper in the pink hat so that it doesn't fall down over Anneka's eyes. I didn't realize it was still so big on her- I liked it because it covered her ears!

A Busy Weekend

We had a fun weekend, but a busy one- especially for Leif. Leif got a call on Friday afternoon, asking if he could share at churh on Sunday. This alone is a difficult thing to do in English on short notice but is especially hard in Russian. And he got the call right before he left for class. Directly after class, he went to a practice for a student spring performance that he was in and after that we had dinner at a friend's house.

We had plans to go on a picnic the next day with a Russian and Romanian family, and we'd all decided just to be gone between 2:00 and 6:00 so that we could do other things that day. Well, on Thursday and Friday, the weather was about 68 degrees, but on Saturday, it was 28 degrees and snowing. So much of Saturday morning involved phone calls from the two families working on a plan B. Also, Leif had to get some documents to a lady who's helping us get our next visa.

So, our plan B was to go to a dacha of a grandma in the church. (A dacha is a little cabin on a plot of land for having a garden). When we got there, the guys had to break in through a window because they couldn't find the key (apparently the grandma told them to do this!) We hung out and ate lunch, cooked potatoes in the inside stove and shishkabobs on an outdoor grill. It was windy and bitingly cold, but really fun to be with friends. We ended up not getting home until almost 10:00! Leif had written a rough draft of what he was going to share that morning and went over to Chingis' house to refine it that night, getting home after midnight. Chingis is such a good friend! The next day was filled with church, homework, and friends over. A full but good weekend.

I had a picture of a bunch of us at the dacha, but it was blurry. =( The last picture is all of us squeezed into Vitya and Sveta's van- 6 people in the back seat, 5 in the middle, and two up front. You can't even see all of us in the picture!!




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Did you say, "mama?"

Yes, there was a bit of a bittersweet moment for me this last week. For weeks now we have thought that maybe Anneka is saying, "hi," but we're not sure. It is really sweet to think that she is saying that and sometimes she will say it after we say, "hi," to her, but it certainly is not something she will do on demand. Well, that isn't the bittersweet moment. As papa, I get to take my turns with Anneka in things like comforting her to help her get to sleep when she is having trouble. The other night I was getting one of these turns and was happy for it as I had been away much of the day and was looking forward to a sweet moment like this with my daughter. Well, as I pull out my best soothing voice and gently massage Anneka's back, her cry got stronger and then she burst out with a full-lunged cry of, "mama-mama." Actually it was just a repeating of the sound, "ma," or maybe even, "am," I can't tell you for sure, but Jami heard this from the other room and is certain that it was, "mama." Of course she was very touched as our baby screamed out her "name". As her papa, I was excited to hear her say a word, but I have to say that as her papa trying to comfort her I felt a little bit sad. I asked her if she thought her papa was, "chopped liver," but she didn't answer the question other than continuing her crying with a few "mama-mama's" mixed in there. she has actually repeated this cry one or two times since so we feel like it's for real. It's okay though, I'm not overly sad as I've been trying to work on her first full sentence from the beginning--Papa, I love you! I mean it would be nice if she just said papa, but when I add the next part onto it I know it will just melt me. Keep checking and we'll continue to keep you updated on Anneka milestones.

Happy Half Birthday, Anneka!

Anneka is 6 months old today, and to celebrate she had her first meal of rice cereal. She seemed to like it- she just got a look on her face like, "My parents are subjecting me to something a little strange again"... but she took it in stride and especially liked it if she got to hold the spoon. She's growing so fast!

The horse pizza turned out pretty good, as long as I didn't think about it. I fried it up before I put it on, and our apartment stunk like horse afterwards. Leif said it was all in my head, but it's true!

Birds With Bar Codes and Horse Pizza

Okay, so at the store today, I had to get a picture of these birds that just sit in the chest freezer as whole birds... with bar code stickers on them. It's so funny. I felt really self-conscious taking a picture (with all the guards standing around), so I just snapped it really quickly and went on my way. But we left the store, I told Inka that it wasn't a very good picture and she said we could take a picture with her holding it. So we went back inside and took this picture...


... and we got yelled at. But it was worth it. Inka just sweetly replied, "Oh okay, now we'll know for next time". And we left.

Here's a question. Are onions any good when they sprout like this? This happened after only having them a week. I've been using lots of onions and potatoes lately, but I buy big bags of them and don't know what to do when they sprout.

You're probably wondering what "horse pizza" means from the title. Should I tell you about my blunder? Okay, I will. I accidently bought horse sausage today. It was right next to the normal sausage I get but it looked better (less wrinkly) and so I asked the meat lady for it by pointing instead of using the name (like I normally would do) and realized my mistake when I got home. But I've been CRAVING pizza and had planned on making it for dinner. And I'm a little embarrassed to say that it's still in the plan. We'll see how it goes. I told Leif and he was really sweet about it and said it's supposed to be healthier and leaner than other meat. What a great husband!

Another Store Picture

Anneka and I went to get eggs and milk yesterday at the little store in our building. The ladies who work there are so nice and are always so happy to see Anneka. The lady pictured said, "The little miracle girl has arrived". She was SO happy when I let her hold Anneka. She walked around with her, showing her all of the products behind the counter, and said several times to her coworkers, "I've never seen a baby smile this much". She kept squeezing her little baby body, and I almost thought she wasn't going to give her back! =) I like that I can connect with these ladies through sharing Anneka. I feel like more doors are open with people than ever before.
A sweet moment from today: On my way home from being out, a little boy offered to carry my bag for me, as I was holding Anneka. He carried it all the way up the stairs and stopped at our door. I thought that was so sweet! Someone trained him well.

Anneka With Her Papa

This morning Anneka hung out with her papa while he read his Bible. They were so cute together in their matching white shirts and jeans! She likes to hang out with us, but is content to play by herself, too. It's so nice. Yesterday I spent a lot of time in the kitchen, and I moved her between the johny-jump-up, her walker, and an infant chair, and she was so happy and talked with me while I worked. Yesterday and today there is a conference put on by local Buryat believers (and others) to pray for the Buryats, be encouraged by different speakers, and to talk about how we best share the great news of Jesus with the people of Buryatia. Anneka and I went for a little while yesterday, and I was so touched by the songs we sang (in both Buryat and Russian) about how people from every nation and tongue will one day be singing praises to our Father. Leif is there now and I look forward to hearing how today's time went.

This picture is a little more close-up so that you can see Anneka's little lower teeth. They came in a month ago, and I think her top ones are coming soon because she keeps biting everything and her mouth seems like it's sore.

Jami In Her Russian Lesson

A New Mentality In Grocery Shopping

I just got back from the grocery store, and I realized that I have a different mentality shopping in Russia. My nice neighbor, Inka, takes me shopping every week to a bigger grocery store, so I plan out a menu and try to buy everything we'll need for the next seven days. Upon first appearance, this grocery store isn't too different from a supermarket in America, but if you look further, it really is. When you walk inside, there are guards in policeman-like uniforms everywhere and in every aisle, staring to make sure you don't steal anything. (I just learned today, however, that the biggest problem is with workers stealing, and the guards keep their eyes on the store employees). Also, the store may have something one week and never have it again... or not have it for many months. This creates a "hoard-it-now-while-I-can" mentality. Last week, there were frozen peas and beans, and I bought many, many bags. The quantities of some items are often much smaller here. Today I bought eleven packets of powdered sugar, because each packet is only about 1/4 cup and many recipes call for 3 cups. This makes me feel self-conscious, though, when people are staring at the many many packets. My theory, though, is that most Russians don't bake. They just buy cookies. Each week one of the aisles is closed. You never know which one, and you are not allowed to go down that aisle. Today, the baby aisle was closed. Thankfully, we have everything we need in that area for another week. We've come across little free sample stands before for tea and beer. Lastly, I have to be flexible. Usually a few main items from my menu aren't available, so I have to have other options in the back of my mind. The last two weeks, the store didn't have chicken, so that threw off a couple of meals. You'd better believe that the next time it's there, I'll buy a lot and freeze it.

The picture above is of our friends, Marios and Adriana's kids, Ionna, baby Kristina, and Naomi. They're from Romania. We love them. Baby Kristina is 3 1/2 months. It's funny because when I looked at her, I thought, "she's about the same size as Anneka", and then I held her and she was way lighter... and then I looked at the two of them together and realized that Anneka is growing like a weed!

Our Mailbox But Not Really

This is a picture of the mailboxes at the side of our apartment building, and Leif is standing by ours. As you can see, they're not exactly safe... this is why we have another mailbox at the post office. Speaking of which, once I forgot the key to our mailbox and there was a lot of mail in there (we share with teammates). There's a slit in the mailbox, so I stuck my hand in and pulled out what I could. I couldn't reach the stuff at the bottom of the box. But then I tried one of my keys (to one of the seven locks on our front doors) and it worked! However, if we want to pick up a package that someone has sent us, the process is very secure. Nobody else can pick it up for us (unless we have a signed and notorized letter granting permission), and the process goes like this: Open the mailbox and pull out an addressed envelope. Open the envelope to find a package slip. Fill out the back of the slip (it's a little form), including information like your passport number. Go up to the counter and give the lady the form. She gives you another addressed envelope. Open the envelope and find a package slip. Fill out the back of the slip (the form again). Go to another post office. Wait in line (however, we've discovered which times to go to minimize the line). Give the lady your passport and the slip. Wait for her to fill out paperwork (about 3 forms plus recording it in a notebook). Watch the lady dump the package out of a burlap sack onto the floor. Sign another form. Go home with the package!
It's so nice because our teammate and neighbor, Inka, usually picks up our mail for us and gives us the second envelope. And the second post office is right next to where Leif has his classes, so this process is drastically shortened.
Speaking of classes, we've been taking them this week. My first class began with a long grammar test. Oh, my! It was hard. I missed 22 out of 114. I guess it'll just help us to know what to work on. But it made me realize how little I really know in the scope of the language. Yikes. It was perfect because Anneka fell asleep for her nap three minutes after my teacher arrived and woke up just as she was leaving. I had prayed that this would happen and knew that it was God answering that prayer. I need my full brain to focus on this difficult language, and it definitely helps if the little one is sleeping.

Babushkas and Babies

At church today, Baba Ira swiftly stole Anneka from my arms and held her on her lap until she got squiggly. I was thinking about how babas and babies can get away with a lot that other people never could get away with. If a Baba wants to sing a certain song in church, she'll say so in the middle of the service and everyone will accomodate. And if a baba wants to stand up and share something or go to the front to read a poem, she is much entitled. (I like this, by the way) And if a baby pulls on a baba's head covering or pinches her neck with strong hands, it doesn't matter. Babies can just do that. But nobody else would get away with it.

Speaking of church today, Anneka was so noisy! She's been babbling more and more. It's funny because she's not saying any recognizable words, but she talks as though she's a part of the conversation and her inflections sound like they could be a real language. But she was doing this in church, and there's really nowhere to go for a noisy baby. I put her in the baby bjorn and then stuffed her inside of Leif's coat and we went for a little stroll until she fell asleep.

Our language lessons resume this week. It's SO nice because Leif's teacher from last year will come to our aparment two days a week to give me formal teaching. I can learn while Anneka is napping and then on other days have Russians over to learn more conversationally. Leif will also have Alexandra Danielovna as his teacher, but he'll travel to her. We're looking forward to these lessons.

The Other Half of Anneka's Room

So, here's the other half of Anneka's room. It's a small room, so it's hard to really show how everything looks all together. I love the little cheetah shoes from my friend Erin. I can't wait until Anneka fits into them, but I love them as a decoration in the meantime.

We got all of our documents in on Monday! It felt SO good to be done with that part of the process. We'll know if we've been approved for temporary residency in no more than 6 months (and as early as three). The lady at the police station was so nice to us. She let me sign all the papers I needed to at the beginning so I could walk around with Anneka outside (she could see that Anneka was roasting with all of her warm clothes on). And we forgot to turn in one document, and she CALLED us right after we left to tell us... and Leif was able to go right back and turn it in. So nice.

I've discovered one of the main things that make people think that Anneka is either too cold or warm enough, and that's if every part of her ear is covered. If just a little part of her earlobe is showing, everyone will point it out to me. So, we pulled out one of her hats that has little ear flaps. You can't really see it that well in this picture, but I love how Anneka is cuddled up with her Papa, so I had to post this picture, too.

Our Ways Are Not God's Ways

Happy Easter to those of you in America. We’ll be celebrating Easter here in a few weeks.

We’re still looking for a little plastic piece to put up the valance over Anneka’s curtains, but here’s half of her room. (I’ll show the other half after the valance is up). Sadly, our wallpaper border won’t stick- even with the “best” glue. I think it’s because the wallpaper that covers the wall is textured vinyl. But I have plans to use the border to decorate boxes for storage in her closet, so it won’t go to waste. Our friend, Kadie, made the pictures of a hippo, giraffe, and bear directly above Anneka. I think they’re so cute. Incidently, the dress Anneka is wearing is also from Kadie. I love little girls in sweet dresses. The dresses hanging on Anneka’s closet represent the two cultures here: Buryat and Russian.

So we’re hoping to turn in all of our documents for residency tomorrow. This has been such a long process! But God’s been using it to remind me that His ways are not ours. I got to thinking about this when Leif text-messaged me on Thursday, saying that he was at the police station ten minutes before it opened and was already 12th in line. I started thinking about how in OUR minds, the goal is to get all of this paperwork and running around done so that we can get on with what’s “important”, but God is not surprised by any of this stuff and we can trust that He has purpose in waiting in lines and multiple trips to the translation office. When Leif got home, I saw how true this is. His seventh time to the translation office opened up much more conversation with the workers there… and then he ran into a girl from Arlington, Washington (30 minutes away from his hometown) who is looking into starting the process of getting her residency and was so grateful for help that we can give her. This process has also made us feel so loved and cared for by Russian friends who have offered help and encouragement. It’s a reminder of how God loves to show us His love and provision. So, anyways, I’m thankful that God has wonderful plans for us. They may not always include what we anticipate, but we can always trust that He is good.

Still in Process

Well, it was a little optimistic to think that we'd have our paperwork all in on Tuesday. We stood in line at one office and they told us we needed to go to the police station, but when we got there, they said they were only open on Mondays and Thursdays. In the meantime, we discovered that ALL of our documents that we've had translated and notorized have our names misspelled on them. And we've done A LOT of documents- probably at least 20. The translation place will change it all for free because it's their mistake, but we need to have them all notorized again. And poor Leif has stood in long lines at the notorization place for hours. (he's there again right now). And then once it's his turn, it's a detailed process of stamping, signing, being run by the head person, and then having the papers sewn together (with needle and thread). If it all is done in time, we'll go back to the police station this evening to turn everything in. If not, then we'll need to wait until Monday.

The funny story of the week was a taxi ride we took on Monday. We don't normally take taxis here, but we'd had to do a ton of running around downtown and we needed to get Anneka home to feed her (there's really no place to feed her downtown), and the taxi would've saved us 20+ minutes. So, we got in the taxi and the driver went about 6 blocks and his car stopped. He started it and went about one more block and it stopped again... we'd run out of gas! So he left us in the car and we didn't see where he went, but after a few minutes he came back with a water bottle filled with gas and poured it into his gas tank. We're guessing he syphoned it from another car. Then he proceeded to drive to the gas station to fill up and then he took us home. It turned out taking as long or longer than public transportation. The good thing was that I could feed her in the taxi since they don't have carseat laws here.

Today Anneka and I went to our little local store, and one of my favorite ladies was working. It's terrible because I've asked her her name twice before, but it's a name I've never heard and she said her full name, so my brain never grasped what she said... so I need to ask her again. But she was so happy to see us and said she thought we'd never come back. She held Anneka while I sniffed all the different types of deodorant (everything is behind the counter and she brings it to me). In the picture, she's giving me my change. She kept telling Anneka that she was such a little potato. All the store clerks wear uniforms... I think they're really cute.

Anneka's Boyfriend

Our friends Chingis and Ksusha came over the other night with their 11-month old, Danya. He was crawling and walking... and he's so FAST! It's crazy that he's only 6 months older than Anneka! Both babies seemed fascinated with each other. It's been nice to reconnect with people between all of our medical tests, errands, and paperwork. We hope to be done with all that stuff by tomorrow and really be able to step into life again here.

Paperwork, Paperwork, and More Paperwork

Our sweet neighbor, Katia, just left after helping us fill out form after form for applying for temporary residency. We are so grateful for her help. It would've taken us ten times as long without her, and even as it was, it took a couple of hours. Katia stayed in our apartment while we were gone and took really good care of the place. It was so nice coming back to a clean apartment that was in order.

Today at our tiny church, there were two other babies there. The boy on the left is seven months old and the girl in the middle is nine months. All three of us moms had to go into the kitchen (really the only other room that there is) because of either wiggly, noisy, or crying babies. It was nice to be able to connect with them and to not feel isolated. I put leg warmers on Anneka so that her legs would look like warm Russian baby legs. Russians keep their babies nice and toasty.

Buryat Believers' Meeting

Today we went to the Buryat believers' meeting. People from different churches in Ulan Ude get together a couple of times a month to pray and talk about how to reach the Buryats with the news of Jesus. Today there was a speaker from Finland as well as a Buryat speaker. The Buryat speaker told us that they are building a Buryat center where all the churches in Buryatia can work together and have good communication- for example if one church is planting a new church in a new village, then it makes sense for another church to plant a new church in a different village. This center will help to be a "home base" for sharing that kind of information.
As soon as we walked in today, Anneka was accosted by all the Buryat ladies. She liked it. The lady pictured kept walking around with Anneka, saying, "she looks like me, don't you think?" hahaha.

Under Construction

Our church is undergoing construction to add a classroom, enlarge the sanctuary, and to do a bunch of other stuff as the funds and labor are available. Leif has been helping out this week between our running around doing medical tests. Anneka and I took the guys cookies and juice today as a little afternoon snack.

Yesterday we arrived at the clinic to get our STD tests, and there was a HUGE line. The entire hallway was crammed with people, waiting to be tested. I thought we'd NEVER get in. In Russia, you don't make appointments at clinics, you just show up and hope that you won't have to stand in too long of a line. We waited and waited and then a miracle happened. Anneka started squawking. Lately she squawks when she wants us to know her displeasure. She doesn't cry- she just is REALLY loud and kind of sounds like a pterodactyl. Well, the lady administering the tests poked her head out in the hallway, and said, "You have a baby, so you can cut in line". I couldn't believe it. I was so so happy. And then today at the narcotic center, we got to cut again! (the line wasn't so long today). Who knew that having a baby would be a benefit in so many ways?!

A Trip to the Hospital

Don't let the title concern you. Today we went to the hospital (pictured behind Anneka and me up the hill) to get our lungs x-rayed. We have to get a bunch of medical tests done before we apply for temporary residency here to show that we're not bringing a lot of diseases into the country. THANKFULLY, Anneka does not need these tests. Our friends in another Siberian city had to have all the tests done for their kids, too. But in Ulan Ude, they'll let Anneka go without the tests. Whew!
So we had our lungs x-rayed and then they handed us a picture of our lungs. Then we need to take that picture to the tuberculosis hospital for them to look at the picture and deem that we don't have TB. Then they'll give us a piece of paper with an official stamp on it. We also have to get AIDS tests, STD tests, a skin test, and drug tests (all at different locations). It's quite the process!