Rubbing Elbows

In a million years I would have never imagined that I would have an evening like last night. My babysitter showed up on time, I did my own hair, which turned out perfectly (a miracle in and of itself),  I mended my own dress (to make it look like I had actually purchased the dress and not received it second hand), and I left my relatively clean house with my handsome Marine all decked out in his Dress Blues! We were headed to our first official DAO function, hosted in the Ambassador's home.

I was slightly nervous to go inside because I feel like the Ambassador giggles on the inside every time she sees me, although she always displays a professional and graceful front. Let me back up a few months. When we first arrived in Yerevan, there was a flurry of activity: meetings with the Regional Security Officer, Meetings with the Community Liaison Office, the Medical Office, the Mail Office; you get the idea. It was a barrage of people, places, and acronyms. Add to that a severe case of sleep deprivation because of 2 kids who, because of the 11 hour time difference thought the middle of the night was play time, and names and faces all started to blur together. Because we were bound and determined to make the most of every opportunity that came our way, we decided to go on an Embassy sponsored trip to Tbilisi, Georgia the weekend after our arrival. (For the story of the trip see blog posted in June titled "Candy from Strangers.")   Again, everyone on the bus introduced themselves and gave me the corresponding acronym that they were associated with at the Embassy. After the first day I thought that I had most of my fellow travelers' names down. Everything was going great! Te next morning as we were waiting for our walking tour to start, a woman came up to me and introduced herself.

Woman: "Hi, I wanted to introduce myself. I'm Marie Yovonovich!"

Me: "Hi, it's really nice to meet you." Her name sounded vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place where I had heard it. I thought about asking her what she did at the Embassy, but quickly realized that her acronym would mean nothing to me. So I moved the conversation to something we both had in common - We were both on the trip. So I continued with something like, "It is beautiful here. Have you been here before?"

Woman: "Yes, a few times" she said with an amused, quizzical look on her face.

I continued to make small talk for a few moments and then the conversation ended. Because I was making a concerted effort to remember names I asked her, "I'm sorry, what did you say your name was?" The same amused look returned to her face and she repeated, "Marie. Marie Yovonovitch." To which I replied, "Great Marie, thank you for introducing yourself." The day continued flawlessly until someone asked if the Ambassador would be joining us for dinner that evening.  In my infinite wisdom I asked, "Oh the Ambassador is here?" All of a sudden the name went through my head like a bulldozer. Marie. Marie Yovonovitch, the Ambassador. Awesome first impression. (Side note: I found out later the story circulated the Embassy. Of course my name was never mentioned, it was told that "someone new" had made the social faux pas. Because, you know, it would be REALLY hard for anyone to know who it was, being that we were the only new family that went on the trip... But that's another story all in itself)

So back to me, dressed in my cocktail dress, being escorted up the stairs to the Ambassadors house.  The door opened, and it was like we stepped into another world. The Ambassador was there at the beginning of the receiving line, welcoming us into her home. I shook her hand, and managed something like, "Good evening Madam Ambassador, thank you for having us in your home." The whole thing lasted about 5 seconds. Then we were shown into the receiving room. The string quartet sat in the corner next to the drink table. Maids passed out hors devours on silver plates, and some of the who's who rubbed elbows and exchanged pleasantries. I loved every minute of it.

Ava learns about colloquialisms

Van was being very responsible when we got home from the gym today. He went right in, took Pepper out of his box and headed outside for Pepper's potty training. It is so cute to watch Pepper run after Van, the literal puppy love is so apparent. Van had his hand on the very heavy reinforced steel door's handle, pulling it shut as he and his puppy ran out.  Unfortunately for Pepper, something caught his attention and he  decided to stop right before crossing the threshold to the outside world. Van tried valiantly to stop the momentum of the closing door, but found that his little body was no match for that very heavy reinforced steel door. Hearing the yelps of pain that filled the house, I ran towards the door. Van was not hurt, but his puppy's little paw was not so lucky. I picked Pepper up, and he crawled up my chest until he was nuzzling my neck, and he just cried and cried. It was heartbreaking. I was trying to calm Van down while at the same time assess the hurt factor of Peppers paw. Meanwhile Ava is sitting next to me trying to "help" by petting and kissing Pepper and asking over and over if he was ok. I told Ava that the best thing that she could do to  help would be to move back, so that I could see Pepper's paw without her bumping me. So Van said, "Yeah Ava if you want to help, move back and give Pepper some air." Her face lights up at the prospect of actually being able to help. So she quickly moves about 2 inches back and begins blowing air onto Pepper.

PS Pepper is still limping a little, but no permanent damage was done.

First day!

Van had his first day of First Grade today!! Being the awesome Mom that I am, I forgot to take pictures before we left the house... luckily fate stepped in and my camera just happened to be in my purse. Van was not excited at all over the prospect of another year of school. Jared and I have tried several different approaches to change his mind about school. We have tried to "it's better than sitting at home" approach. We have tried to psych him up about all the fun things that he will be able to participate in this year, including Swimming, Karate and baseball to name a few. We have even tried scarring him by telling him that if he doesn't go to school he can't be a Marine, but will have to be a garbage man instead. Nothing has worked. So he went to school today with the most unenthusiastic attitude the school has ever seen. His teacher however was unfazed. She has been teaching school for over 25 years and seems to be the perfect mix between stern and caring. She is very even tempered and lets the kids make their own choices and deal with the consequences. I am a BIG fan of that method. So hopefully we are going to have a good school year. Van has one of the biggest classes in the school with a whopping 9 students. To handle this large load, he has a teacher and an Aid. Hahaha

Van has become attached to his Mohawk. As weird as this may sound, I think that it is something that he needs right now. Ok, let me explain. Everywhere we go - Ava gets a TON of attention. I have mentioned in previous blogs that she gets gifts - flowers, candy, fruit - EVERYWHERE we go. I always feel a little bad because Van is standing right there and a lot of the time, no one says anything to him. The day he got his mohawk we walked into the Embassy and the MSG Marine says to him, "Wow dude!!! I like you hair!!" I swear Van grew 2 inches. He felt so awesome!  Then at the store people stopped and came over and felt his head and gave him the thumbs up sign. So although the original plan was to cut his mohawk off before school, we changed gears and let it stay!

Van's cute little desk!!

I love that he will still hug me in public and tell me he loves me before I leave!!
I am painfully aware that my days are numbered. 

Unexpected

For the most part, we have had a great time over here. For me, the transition has not been a big deal. There are some minor annoyances like the lack of basic supplies (brown sugar and corn syrup to name a few) and amenities (like public bathrooms at stores/parks), but for the most part these annoyances are superficial. I am learning to respect differences in culture and refining my skills of open mindedness and flexibility. 

The stresses of moving and living in a different culture have not been so easy for Van. He has had a really hard time adjusting, and has begun to show more outward signs of his stress. Instead of looking at all the cool things that we get to do here he tends to focus on what he misses in the U.S. Seeing the differences is easier for him than seeing the similarities. Not a day goes by that he doesn't talk about Maka and how much he misses him. After much deliberation on different ways that Jared and I could help him deal and work through the things that challenge him, we decided to get him a puppy. Studies show that pets, particularly dogs, help reduce anxiety and build self esteem.

"Unlike people, with whom our interactions may be quite complex and unpredictable, animals provide a constant source of comfort and focus for attention. Animals bring out our nurturing instinct. They also make us feel safe and unconditionally accepted. We can just be ourselves around our pets."
According to wikipedia:

A 2007 meta-analysis found that animal-assisted therapy is associated with moderate effect sizes in improving outcomes in medical difficulties, behavioral problems, and emotional well-being.

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  Increase verbal interactions among group members.
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  Increase attention skills (i.e., paying attention, staying on task).
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  Develop leisure/recreation skills.
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  Increase self-esteem.
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  Reduce anxiety.
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  Reduce loneliness.

We have been hesitant to get a dog here because we already have a dog we had to leave in the US. Maka is an integral part of our family. A couple of years ago, Maka was attacked by a Pit Bull and almost died. Since then, he is very selective about which dogs he gets along with, and we didn't want to surprise him with another dog upon arrival home in 2 years. When we return home he will be almost 9 years old, and we were not sure how he would handle to addition to our family. We knew that a big dog was out of the question. So even though I have an intrinsic dislike of small dogs, we knew it was our only hope.

We took Van and Ava to the Vernasage Market to play with the puppies. Seeing the absolute joy on their faces was a nail in the coffin for our decision. We knew we would be getting a puppy. Of the dogs there, there were 3 breeds that we were interested in, so we came home to do some internet research on which one would be the best suited for our family. We decided to get the cute little snowball puppy, the Bichon Frise. We also decided that the Shih Tzu would be our second choice. (There were not a whole lot to choose from.) We went back to Vernasage the next day with our good friend Nune. With her there to translate and barter for us we new we would get a much better deal. We were all so excited until we got there and discovered both puppies we were interested in had been sold!! There was however a tiny little black miniature poodle. I'll be honest. I've never liked poodles, and Jared swore up and down he would never own one. But Nune has 2 poodles and told us all about how great they are. They are in the top 3 smartest dogs. They are completely hypo-allergenic because they don't shed at all. They are easy to house train (unlike the Bishon Frise, which was our only hesitation with wanting one) and are very loyal. Add to that, the kids were completely in love with him. Needless to say, we are now the proud owners of a 5 week old male poodle named "Pepper."

Van and his puppy! Don't ask why they sold us a male dog with a bow in his hair!

Pepper, sitting in a Frisbee!

Pot Bellied Ballerina

Ava's first real Ballet class was so awesome!!! She waltzed right in there like she had been going for months. When she wasn't captivated by her own reflection in the mirrors she followed instructions very well and she is surprisingly flexible. I had perma-smile the entire hour, she was just so cute! I loved her little pot belly in her leotard and her chubby legs with out-turned toes. I was the proudest Mommy in the world. 

 

These pictures aren't the greatest because I took them through the glass wall that partitioned off the dance room from the rest of the gym. Isn't she the cutest ballerina you've ever seen?!?

I took a couple cute video's of her in action, but they won't upload to the blog. So if you would like to see them visit my facebook page. (www.facebook.com/motomom22)