<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572</id><updated>2012-02-11T18:33:12.087+02:00</updated><category term='Science of Relations'/><category term='Advent 2010'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Our Ukrainian dacha'/><category term='Advent 2007'/><category term='Home improvements'/><category term='1000 gifts'/><category term='Nature Notes'/><category term='Lent and Easter 2009'/><category term='baby No. 4'/><category term='Advent 2006'/><category term='Sunday Evening Post'/><category term='Lent and Easter 2010'/><category term='New visas'/><category term='Advent 2009'/><category term='Advent 2011'/><category term='Look and listen with us'/><category term='Lent and Easter 2011'/><category term='Advent 2008'/><category term='Grace'/><title type='text'>Hunsucker's Home</title><subtitle type='html'>Stories and photos from the daily life of "the Russian Hunsuckers"&lt;br&gt;. . . in Ukraine now!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1098</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-4131765843739363106</id><published>2012-02-11T10:56:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T11:26:27.391+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Discussion group/email list</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;See the box over to the side here? ----&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I started &lt;a href="http://groups.google.com/group/ministry-in-ukraine?hl=en"&gt;a group to discuss ministry in Ukraine&lt;/a&gt;! (Or should I say visas? That's probably what it will be now. Hopefully it will be much more than that, though.) If you live here, please come join and share your wisdom and ask your questions. You can read online like a forum, or get everything through your email. The only restrictions are that it's for those who are in full-time &lt;i&gt;Christian &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;ministry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Ukraine&lt;/i&gt;. Please pass this on to anyone you know of who fits in those categories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; text-align: left; "&gt;(If you don't already have a Google account, you'll have to set one up. I can try to help with technical details, if necessary.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-4131765843739363106?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/4131765843739363106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=4131765843739363106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/4131765843739363106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/4131765843739363106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2012/02/discussion-groupemail-list.html' title='Discussion group/email list'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-8320453105126667694</id><published>2012-02-08T21:43:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T22:18:03.894+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fear Factor, part 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DFGKNpLiNS0/TzLRKu59NXI/AAAAAAAAARo/_SPy5IsWB7c/s1600/perfectlove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DFGKNpLiNS0/TzLRKu59NXI/AAAAAAAAARo/_SPy5IsWB7c/s400/perfectlove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706853660151854450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; &lt;!--   @page { margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }  --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Apostle John tells us that:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment.”&lt;/span&gt; 1Jn. 4:18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;However, I find myself almost daily running into reminders of the prevalent mindset that I have called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"The Fear Factor"&lt;/span&gt;, the emphasis that is so thoroughly insinuated into the teaching and practice of the church here: that is, an abundance of veiled or open threats, reminders of potential punishment and urging to live in fear of God; in fear of His wrath, judgement, and punishment. This is presented as the normal motivation for living in fellowship with God and leading a godly life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In this view of Christianity, the radical New Testament approach to grace-life is basically turned into an updated version of the Old Testament life of condemnation under the Mosaic Law. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everything&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; is conditional, and the demands upon a Christian are even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;greater&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; than in the Old Testament. Since the New Testament spells out the importance of thoughts and motives, not just actions - there are exponentially more chances to be condemned by God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That is the essence of the problem with the idea that “Jesus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;helps&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; me keep all the commandments” that is so prevalent here. Law-keeping of any sort, shade or definition as a way of life must and does bring condemnation. It can do nothing else. After all, that was the intended purpose of the Old Testament Law - to show man that he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;does&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; not and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;cannot &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;measure up to the standard of God’s absolute holiness.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; “Living under a law mentality is like being a slave to the world's most demanding taskmaster. There's always more to do. And you'll &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; do enough to please him. As the apostle James teaches us, 'Whoever keeps the whole law and yet stumbles at just one point is guilty of breaking &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; of it.'” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Andrew Farley)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md_BJ3ygMs0/TzLTB4L_arI/AAAAAAAAAR0/WJNofxiGXTo/s1600/heavy.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 201px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Md_BJ3ygMs0/TzLTB4L_arI/AAAAAAAAAR0/WJNofxiGXTo/s400/heavy.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706855707047848626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Personally I find it quite depressing that the following is conveyed as the essence of Christianity:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I reject my sins and I promise to faithfully serve God all of my life. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I try very hard not to ‘break any commandments.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I do everything possible to avoid incurring the wrath of God. (His Judgement/Punishment/Condemnation of me, His child.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hope that some day, if I manage to hang on ‘til the end of my life, I might be found worthy to be with God in heaven. (“With Jesus’ help,” of course.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What hope of heaven is there truly when there are so many conditions &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; must fulfill, albeit ‘with Jesus’ help?’ As a system of manipulation and behavioral conditioning, I guess it’s not bad - but if that’s really all New Testament Christianity is, then how does it actually differ from any other world religion out there? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I try repeatedly to bring this out in conversations, Bible studies and sermons. However, the most commonly repeated and clearest message from the pulpit here is still the following: “God gave us salvation by His grace and now the rest is up to us, if we want to make it to heaven.” &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have brought up the Apostle Paul’s question and reproof in his letter to the church in Galatia: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“I would like to learn just one thing from you -  Did you receive the Spirit by observing the law, or by believing what you heard? Are you so foolish? After beginning with the Spirit, are you now trying to finish by human effort?”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; That only brings the response of “Well, we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; know &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we don’t have to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;circumcised &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to be saved!”  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The ‘good’ thing about legalism is that it often brings us to absolute misery and disillusionment with “what I can do”   ...and this state can lead us to a true dependence upon God. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Of course, the opposite of that is when entrenched in a legalistic system, many or most of us do not conclude that the problem is with the system, but usually presume that we ourselves are the problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Especially since that is most often what the system teaches us.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; When or if disillusionment with ‘the system’ finally comes, be it church, denomination, etc. ...it often leads to a rejection of Christianity as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SPhMAeicoh0/TzLT2Z4KcmI/AAAAAAAAASA/mLYOyuoOEl4/s1600/narrow.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 362px; height: 139px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SPhMAeicoh0/TzLT2Z4KcmI/AAAAAAAAASA/mLYOyuoOEl4/s400/narrow.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706856609444688482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can only pray that those who have already turned away from the church here may find true freedom and peace in a true understanding of the astounding and all-sufficient Grace of God provided for us in Christ- both for eternal salvation and for daily sanctification. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I pray especially for the young Christians I am working with here, who strive to become ‘better and better’ Christians by doing more and more. May God reveal His grace to them as they study his Word and reflect on the life of our Savior... and my prayer is that He may in part reveal His abundant and all-sufficient Grace through me and my family. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As for those who are convinced of such things as “we provoke God to pour out His wrath on us by allowing our daughters wearing pants to prayer meetings....”  I can only pray that God will prove them wrong and in His amazing and preposterous Grace reveal to them how he longs for their hearts to be filled with Love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; Him - not Fear &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of &lt;/span&gt;Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;We are worthy of the fires of Gehenna, if for no other reason, than this - that we fear Gehenna more, are occupied more with Gehenna than with Christ. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;...If we loved Christ as we ought to love Him then we would understand that to wound the One whom we love is more horrific than Gehenna itself. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;But we do not love - and therefore we do not have the slightest conception of the weight of such a punishment.” &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;St. John Chrystosom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment.” 1Jn. 4:18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(to be continued...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-8320453105126667694?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/8320453105126667694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=8320453105126667694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/8320453105126667694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/8320453105126667694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2012/02/fear-factor-part-2.html' title='The Fear Factor, part 2.'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00087976878435404041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJPjrj-KwM/ThfwEyiZy4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/DpzJW4TKfHc/s220/PC190018_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DFGKNpLiNS0/TzLRKu59NXI/AAAAAAAAARo/_SPy5IsWB7c/s72-c/perfectlove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-9018681410593485541</id><published>2012-02-03T15:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T15:37:00.283+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Russian Kindle books and...</title><content type='html'>...&lt;i&gt;Pilgrim's Progress&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had several people ask me questions lately, and I decided to answer them here, so that I can remember my answers. &lt;img class="smilie" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/fylliska/smile.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last things first, at least if you're going in the order of my title here: &lt;i&gt;Pilgrim's Progress&lt;/i&gt; is part of Jaan's school reading this year. &lt;a href="http://amblesideonline.org/PilgrimProgress.shtml"&gt;AmblesideOnline recommends&lt;/a&gt; the original English, which I agree with, so we're working towards that. I'm taking several steps to get there, though. First, over the summer, I gave Jaan a Russian translation of &lt;a href="http://kniga.org.ua/product/1390/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Little Pilgrim's Progress&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to read on his own. (Note: I haven't read it myself, and I don't know what the translation is like. Jaan loved it, though, and it gave him an understanding of what the story is about.) Now, for this year, he and I are listening a &lt;a href="http://7lib.net/?i=06.%D0%90%D1%83%D0%B4%D0%B8%D0%BE%D0%BA%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8%2F01.%D0%9A%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%B3%D0%B8+%D0%94%D0%B6%D0%BE%D0%BD%D0%B0+%D0%91%D1%83%D0%BD%D1%8C%D1%8F%D0%BD%D0%B0%2F1.%D0%94%D0%B6%D0%BE%D0%BD+%D0%91%D1%83%D0%BD%D1%8C%D1%8F%D0%BD.+%D0%9F%D1%83%D1%82%D0%B5%D1%88%D0%B5%D1%81%D1%82%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B5+%D0%BF%D0%B8%D0%BB%D0%B8%D0%B3%D1%80%D0%B8%D0%BC%D0%B0"&gt;Russian audio version&lt;/a&gt;, a translation, not a retelling. Then, next year we'll get the English audio that AO suggests. All this might be overkill for some books--children's version, then actual translation, then the original--but I think &lt;i&gt;Pilgrim's Progress&lt;/i&gt; can live up to it. Oh, Russian speakers, please don't miss &lt;a href="http://ru.wikisource.org/wiki/%D0%A1%D1%82%D1%80%D0%B0%D0%BD%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%BA_(%D0%91%D1%83%D0%BD%D1%8C%D1%8F%D0%BD/%D0%9F%D1%83%D1%88%D0%BA%D0%B8%D0%BD)"&gt;Pushkin's intro to &lt;i&gt;Pilgrim's Progress&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, Russian books for Kindle: when did Russian start working on Kindle? I don't think it did when I was given mine, but now it does. (Since the latest software update?) Anyway, Jaan's been reading on my Kindle quite a bit lately. I've been downloading most from &lt;a href="http://royallib.ru/"&gt;RoyalLib&lt;/a&gt;. They have several formats available for each book. I get the HTML version and put it through &lt;a href="http://ebook.online-convert.com/convert-to-mobi"&gt;this converter&lt;/a&gt;. The final product is quite readable, and I'm rather picky about how my ebooks are formatted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any other comments or questions on these topics? Do you have suggestions for good Russian ebook sites?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-9018681410593485541?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/9018681410593485541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=9018681410593485541' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/9018681410593485541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/9018681410593485541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2012/02/russian-kindle-books-and.html' title='Russian Kindle books and...'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-8901036144302515675</id><published>2012-01-31T19:53:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T14:41:06.942+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New visas'/><title type='text'>Visa update</title><content type='html'>Once again, I'm writing for Ukraine-dwellers, not the adoring grandparents. (Although, I know that they're praying!)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/12/visa-news.html"&gt;Last time&lt;/a&gt; I said that we were waiting to find out what the changes in the visa laws mean for us. Will went today to find out, and it looks like they really don't change anything significantly. The wording in our invitation letters might be a little different. As usual, we'll have to leave the country and renew, when those are ready; a slight difference is that we'll come back with 45-day visas, instead of year-long. They'll register us for a year, though, just like before. And we'll even be able to extend that registration for another year, like we've been doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, that's probably only how the law is being interpreted right here in this one region. Please keep praying for people who are in different areas, where it isn't so easy. And keep praying for us; documents are never simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's something else: in Russia there's a great email list for anyone ministering there. As far as I know, there's nothing like it here. If I were to start one, would you join and participate? We could talk about visas there, among other things.... (If you don't want to answer in the comments, please write: xansaker@gmail.com.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-8901036144302515675?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/8901036144302515675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=8901036144302515675' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/8901036144302515675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/8901036144302515675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2012/01/visa-update.html' title='Visa update'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-1535599302315059251</id><published>2012-01-29T15:30:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T16:25:43.886+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun days</title><content type='html'>We've really been enjoying the cold, snowy days here! I should post pictures of children sledding, but I haven't gotten any. It's cold enough that I don't like to take my mittens off outside. Plus, when we're out there, I already have too much to juggle. We've been out on the sledding hill by the nearest school almost every morning this past week. Bogdan sleeps, and the older children have a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nw0DOBNV-6A/TyVRyHeEmyI/AAAAAAAAGEY/15af3cI5_YY/s1600/P1260013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nw0DOBNV-6A/TyVRyHeEmyI/AAAAAAAAGEY/15af3cI5_YY/s320/P1260013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703054424575089442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;After some snow time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KK7M9LYTHco/TyVRydFzjmI/AAAAAAAAGEk/T3tgz3zZqYk/s1600/P1260016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KK7M9LYTHco/TyVRydFzjmI/AAAAAAAAGEk/T3tgz3zZqYk/s320/P1260016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703054430378888802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sweet helper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, even on snow days, we have school time. Usually Bogdan is taking his afternoon nap then, but one day this week he was up. Jaan was listening to &lt;a href="http://librivox.org/the-burgess-animal-book-for-children-by-thornton-w-burgess/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Burgess Animal Book&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and Bogdan was just fascinated by the picture we had open to go with it. When it was time for Jaan to narrate back, I asked him to explain to Bogdan what he had just heard. It was the sweetest narration ever! Full of detail and punctuated by Bogdan's loud and admiring commentary.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bi_-zJPXGv4/TyVSftK-1NI/AAAAAAAAGFA/3HjxH8mqC6E/s1600/P1270031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bi_-zJPXGv4/TyVSftK-1NI/AAAAAAAAGFA/3HjxH8mqC6E/s320/P1270031.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703055207789679826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brothers in school&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random cuteness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-35VivoTKpe8/TyVRxA_ubzI/AAAAAAAAGEQ/o5lQyR_7iFo/s1600/P1240002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-35VivoTKpe8/TyVRxA_ubzI/AAAAAAAAGEQ/o5lQyR_7iFo/s320/P1240002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703054405657325362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laundry helper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-87tkoQc_Px0/TyVRw0Fn8TI/AAAAAAAAGEA/JTLIR08eTWI/s1600/P1240001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-87tkoQc_Px0/TyVRw0Fn8TI/AAAAAAAAGEA/JTLIR08eTWI/s320/P1240001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703054402192404786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I didn't mean to upload this one, but it's cute, too.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I had photos of only three children here, so here's the one who was left out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1lER0Etpmqs/TyVRzC-_ETI/AAAAAAAAGEw/ZpEkuTrzCgY/s1600/P1260026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1lER0Etpmqs/TyVRzC-_ETI/AAAAAAAAGEw/ZpEkuTrzCgY/s320/P1260026.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703054440550830386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A picture of Raia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, last but not least, we had a fun day yesterday. One of the couples at church made it to their 50th wedding anniversary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TAqdOHiB4hE/TyVSf-9dZMI/AAAAAAAAGFM/Jd9nyQUEG0Q/s1600/P1280012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TAqdOHiB4hE/TyVSf-9dZMI/AAAAAAAAGFM/Jd9nyQUEG0Q/s320/P1280012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703055212564800706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The "newlyweds"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had a lovely tea time, to honor them and their long marriage. When they were married, they were only able to have a civil ceremony, without any celebration, so this took the place of what they missed back then. Some of the youth planned and organized the whole thing, and it really was a special event.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-1535599302315059251?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/1535599302315059251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=1535599302315059251' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/1535599302315059251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/1535599302315059251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2012/01/fun-days.html' title='Fun days'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nw0DOBNV-6A/TyVRyHeEmyI/AAAAAAAAGEY/15af3cI5_YY/s72-c/P1260013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-2493920207437285159</id><published>2012-01-27T12:20:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T17:55:56.201+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grace'/><title type='text'>The Fear Factor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(This is meant to be a continuation of my thoughts and observations on &lt;a href="http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/07/thinking-about-grace-contd.html"&gt;Grace&lt;/a&gt;, or the lack thereof, in the local church that we are currently ministering in, with, and to.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H7TQt-y7gGM/TyJ-DRBGvVI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/mnbp3BQgAAU/s1600/fearGod.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H7TQt-y7gGM/TyJ-DRBGvVI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/mnbp3BQgAAU/s400/fearGod.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702258672777215314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;p { margin-bottom: 0.&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas season is a bit drawn out for us here, and in general, the holiday season is seen as continuing through Jan. 14&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. Therefore we get to talk about Christmas for longer than you might. I like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Christmas is usually a time of warm and reassuring messages from churches across the land reminding us of how Eternal God became mortal man out of love for His creation and the desire to finally restore the fellowship which had been lost in Eden. That is the emphasis here  in our little church as well, at least to a large extent. However, I have been wryly amused and quite disenchanted to hear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Fear Factor&lt;/span&gt; creeping into messages at church even during the holiday season. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"The Fear Factor" is what I’ve called the emphasis that is so thoroughly insinuated into the teaching and practice of the church here. That is, there are an abundance of veiled or open threats, reminders of potential punishment and urging to live in fear of God. This is presented as THE normal motivation for living in fellowship with God and leading a godly life. This is so prevalent that I often am unsettled, disquieted and just frustrated for hours after church meetings. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; For example, an excerpt from an average Sunday morning service: “The Law of Moses didn’t bring anything to perfection, but then Jesus was born and now we can fulfill the Law with His help. ...We will only be blessed by God if we are constantly abiding in His commandments, like Israel when they were first given the Law. We must fulfill His Law worthily so as to be able to enter those heavenly dwellings He has prepared for us.” &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9FpxR5Ng5fo/TyKBIFa_y4I/AAAAAAAAARE/3pEnD-fn_qU/s1600/ladder2heaven.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9FpxR5Ng5fo/TyKBIFa_y4I/AAAAAAAAARE/3pEnD-fn_qU/s400/ladder2heaven.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702262054098815874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sound a bit confused? It is. This church is. What the Apostle Paul called “the Ministry of Condemnation that brings Death” is held up as the standard to strive for, the fulfilling of which brings blessings and at least some hope that a believer will actually make it to heaven. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; “All who rely on the works of the law are under a curse, as it is written:                  'Cursed is everyone who does not continue to do everything written                          in the Book of the Law.'”                                                                                                                 &lt;/b&gt;(Paul the Apostle)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So what does this 'Fear Factor' look like? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(That is, aside from the foundational ideas of “Be Afraid, be Very Afraid,”  and “Fulfill the Law in any way that is defined or be Punished here and eternally...”)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some tendencies or local manifestations of The Fear Factor: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-There is an overarching motivation, especially among our church leadership of trying to avoid ‘spiritual responsibility’ so as not to be punished by God for some slight misstep. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-This is often related to avoiding ‘getting blood on our hands’ in any way. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For example:&lt;/span&gt; Not giving the communion cup to church members who we ‘know have sin in their lives,’ so as not to be 'partakers in their sins' and be punished for that by God.                  (Communion here has been literally called ‘the Scary-Good Commandment, by which we prove our worthiness not to be judged with this world.’)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-Along the same lines, when greetings from other churches/individuals are verbally passed along to our church on Sundays, we must warn the church not to say “We accept the greetings” if the person who conveyed them happens to be under church discipline or has sin in their life. If we say “I greet you,” or “We accept the greetings” from such a person, we become 'partakers of their sin' and expose ourselves to the judgement and punishment of God. (...Magic words, anyone?) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's like walking a tightrope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wS4MHN1aJzw/TyKCtLZ295I/AAAAAAAAARQ/BS2vxbDg33U/s1600/tightrope.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wS4MHN1aJzw/TyKCtLZ295I/AAAAAAAAARQ/BS2vxbDg33U/s400/tightrope.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702263790871443346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a quote I found in a slightly different context – but it could've been written down verbatim from one of the church leaders here: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;“There is no more &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;frightening &lt;/span&gt;reality in the life of any Christian than the reality of being held responsible for the souls of others. That we, by our negligence, can be guilty of a kind of spiritual homicide - that our hands can be stained with blood because of indifference...  what an awesome truth!”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I could literally go on for pages, but maybe I’ve made my point? The thing is, the overall message of the New Testament seems to be pretty much the opposite of what I hear every Sunday. Sometimes I wonder if we’re reading the same book. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I won’t even bring up being on the same page.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The New Testament letters to Christians speak eloquently and insistently on the themes of Christ Himself and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;God’s promises to us in Christ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;being THE Foundation of our Christian life. To make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;fear of punishment&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (temporal, physical, spiritual and eternal) the foundational and overwhelming motivation in and for the Christian life is quite simply to make our ‘Christianity’ an absurd and appalling travesty of what God intended to be a display of the riches of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His grace&lt;/span&gt; to us in Christ Jesus. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;In love God the Father predestined us for adoption to sonship through Jesus Christ, in accordance with his pleasure and will - to the praise of his glorious GRACE, which he has freely given us in the One he loves!”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Eph.1:4-6&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I simply cannot find this God of love and grace who was revealed through Jesus Christ amongst all the fear. At church leader's meetings, I often end up biting my tongue more than actually contributing to discussions - because we may be speaking the same language in one sense, but theologically, we're on different planets.  As I lead youth meetings and preach and teach I find myself repeating the same themes over and over and over:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;God's undeserved goodness to us in Christ Jesus is THE total of our hope - both for regeneration AND for sanctification. Fear was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; meant to be the main motivation for either, but the Love of God and his Grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fgiPiVeFNSA/TyKGtKDNyuI/AAAAAAAAARc/SENgSJev6Mw/s1600/sunriseLove.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fgiPiVeFNSA/TyKGtKDNyuI/AAAAAAAAARc/SENgSJev6Mw/s400/sunriseLove.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702268188554545890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment.” &lt;/span&gt;1Jn. 4:18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                                                   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;...to be continued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(ps. all pictures from random internet image searches - not my own, unfortunately.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-2493920207437285159?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/2493920207437285159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=2493920207437285159' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/2493920207437285159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/2493920207437285159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2012/01/fear-factor.html' title='The Fear Factor'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00087976878435404041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJPjrj-KwM/ThfwEyiZy4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/DpzJW4TKfHc/s220/PC190018_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H7TQt-y7gGM/TyJ-DRBGvVI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/mnbp3BQgAAU/s72-c/fearGod.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-6862340247440191213</id><published>2012-01-22T16:03:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T17:12:17.262+02:00</updated><title type='text'>This week in school</title><content type='html'>I started writing this at the beginning of last week and never finished. We had gotten a slow-ish start back into school the week before. So, I was listing a few things that we didn't get to, that I wanted to add in now. What started as something like goals for the week ahead is now a wrap up of the week that's already past.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What we added in....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Russian folk song:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="300" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/g0_NF8Atvu4?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ukrainian song: the fifth one &lt;a href="http://www.russiandvd.com/store/product.asp?sku=43950&amp;amp;genreid="&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hymns: "What a Friend We Have in Jesus" in English and &lt;a href="http://www.blagovam.org/media/music/choir/hor_irpeniodessa/hor_irpeni-odessa93.mp3"&gt;Russian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Outdoor time &lt;i&gt;with&lt;/i&gt; me (more about this later?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now I need to look at the week ahead, too. Last week we had trouble with our routine. Much of it centers around meal times. With Bogdan eating now, I can't balance a book and food and him on my lap and his grabby hands. I think we need to get a high chair, but until then, I need to rethink things a little. This week we'll try fitting all our mealtime subjects (Bible, hymns, memory work, poetry, other music) into a session of Morning School, in the children's room. They love when we do that, because they can quietly play with toys while they listen.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Heather, the one who commented recently, could you please write to me? I'd love to correspond more with you!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-6862340247440191213?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/6862340247440191213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=6862340247440191213' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/6862340247440191213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/6862340247440191213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-week-in-school.html' title='This week in school'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/g0_NF8Atvu4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-4768474985640604696</id><published>2012-01-15T12:17:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T10:31:47.800+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Random glimpses</title><content type='html'>A few things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bogdan's doctor dropped by a few days ago. She said that he's skinny and doesn't have enough teeth, so she recommended feeding him meat. Hmm. (All our babies have tended to be small and &lt;a href="http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2008/07/announcement.html"&gt;get their teeth late&lt;/a&gt;.) She also prescribed vitamin D drops, which probably aren't a bad idea this time of year. If you have a favorite American brand, please let me know. It looks like oil-based and natural would be best, and what we can get here is nothing special and in water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a lovely morning. Bogdan is still coughing, so I stayed home from church with him. My plans to knit and listen to a sermon got canceled by a certain clingy little guy. So, we sat in the rocking chair, listened to quiet praise music and just looked out the window at the winter wonderland outside. Sunshine! And snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FtCUfQewcNU/TxKq4dZTeoI/AAAAAAAAGDg/d73r8vnMy7o/s1600/P1150009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FtCUfQewcNU/TxKq4dZTeoI/AAAAAAAAGDg/d73r8vnMy7o/s320/P1150009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697804365517257346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kzr47mxX1ZQ/TxKvZmjbpiI/AAAAAAAAGDs/BFQR0l6bCUE/s1600/P1150017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kzr47mxX1ZQ/TxKvZmjbpiI/AAAAAAAAGDs/BFQR0l6bCUE/s320/P1150017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697809332957849122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been the most snowless winter yet, I think. That's hard for me. I love snow. Even in Russia I didn't get tired of it. So, days like this are a special gift for me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Bogdan didn't sleep for long, and everyone came home before I was done writing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of Bogdan from the past few days:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EjEY-omnwB8/TxKq3bjPd2I/AAAAAAAAGDU/ICy-0Ggr-m0/s1600/P1110003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EjEY-omnwB8/TxKq3bjPd2I/AAAAAAAAGDU/ICy-0Ggr-m0/s320/P1110003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697804347842197346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vJytv67Tx9w/TxKq3CeaVpI/AAAAAAAAGDI/nRHZ9D8QzcE/s1600/P1100002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vJytv67Tx9w/TxKq3CeaVpI/AAAAAAAAGDI/nRHZ9D8QzcE/s320/P1100002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697804341111051922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-4768474985640604696?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/4768474985640604696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=4768474985640604696' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/4768474985640604696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/4768474985640604696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2012/01/glimpses.html' title='Random glimpses'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FtCUfQewcNU/TxKq4dZTeoI/AAAAAAAAGDg/d73r8vnMy7o/s72-c/P1150009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-7242969810627142262</id><published>2012-01-11T15:18:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T15:39:39.270+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Last bit of Christmas</title><content type='html'>These pictures are from Sunday. First, the morning service:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eOFtMuhQqEs/Tw2MYkBw-GI/AAAAAAAAGC0/oRcasOkbRd4/s1600/P1080020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eOFtMuhQqEs/Tw2MYkBw-GI/AAAAAAAAGC0/oRcasOkbRd4/s320/P1080020.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696363457309374562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poems&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G55SxkhwT0A/Tw2MYBQEz4I/AAAAAAAAGCo/RGx2vx06TDA/s1600/P1080025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G55SxkhwT0A/Tw2MYBQEz4I/AAAAAAAAGCo/RGx2vx06TDA/s320/P1080025.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696363447974154114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Songs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after church, we had tea and went out caroling, mostly to the babushki who are too old or sick to leave their homes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QuGawepGkSw/Tw2MW0gaTnI/AAAAAAAAGCc/Zp8xRBJlVKo/s1600/P1080032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QuGawepGkSw/Tw2MW0gaTnI/AAAAAAAAGCc/Zp8xRBJlVKo/s320/P1080032.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696363427373141618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The carolers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kXM9v80VwB8/Tw2MV5t5eOI/AAAAAAAAGCQ/pBKN-fGRlTQ/s1600/P1080038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kXM9v80VwB8/Tw2MV5t5eOI/AAAAAAAAGCQ/pBKN-fGRlTQ/s320/P1080038.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696363411592018146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Raia leading the way&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_oVQL2NpWI/Tw2MVsXfWYI/AAAAAAAAGCE/2V9RBIrsmfs/s1600/P1080042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_oVQL2NpWI/Tw2MVsXfWYI/AAAAAAAAGCE/2V9RBIrsmfs/s320/P1080042.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696363408008370562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Singing for one of the babushki&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bogdan didn't last long, out during his nap time, so I brought him home while the others continued on. They ended up at the home of a church leader for tea. Caroling is probably my favorite part of Christmas in Ukraine, so I was glad that I got to be there for at least part of it. And so, Christmas is over, even here.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now poor Bogdan has a cold, and he thinks it's going to be the end of him! Obviously, it's not, but please do pray for us. It's not easy to get back to school and regular life without sleep and with a truly miserable baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-7242969810627142262?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/7242969810627142262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=7242969810627142262' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/7242969810627142262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/7242969810627142262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2012/01/last-bit-of-christmas.html' title='Last bit of Christmas'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eOFtMuhQqEs/Tw2MYkBw-GI/AAAAAAAAGC0/oRcasOkbRd4/s72-c/P1080020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-1234774734061481023</id><published>2012-01-07T20:12:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T20:32:23.060+02:00</updated><title type='text'>З Різдвом Христовим!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;(Christmas is the one day out of the year when we speak Ukrainian. &lt;img class="smilie" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/fylliska/biggrin.gif" /&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I forgot to take fresh camera batteries to the Christmas program today, so you'll just have to take this cute little guy's word for it, that it went well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rNz36-PX4xQ/TwiLmJ_iwgI/AAAAAAAAGBs/YCvEMi6uFVM/s1600/P1070002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rNz36-PX4xQ/TwiLmJ_iwgI/AAAAAAAAGBs/YCvEMi6uFVM/s320/P1070002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694955216443720194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one photo from the beginning:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lh_OV3onfOU/TwiLlhHwdMI/AAAAAAAAGBg/Bf6__k4PEhQ/s1600/P1070004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lh_OV3onfOU/TwiLlhHwdMI/AAAAAAAAGBg/Bf6__k4PEhQ/s320/P1070004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694955205472318658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bogdan was fascinated!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hopefully I'll get more photos from other people soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also recorded our children saying one of their Christmas poems just now. They learned new poems for tomorrow, but this one is by a classic author. They said it in church on December 25th, This video is after a whole day of candy and partying. I should have recorded it earlier!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-25facba1bf013146" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D25facba1bf013146%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331128062%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5D8C72B01F3BF0ECCF405728D00405D7684224AB.1991A73F895819AE21E321E43C01D80D095625A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D25facba1bf013146%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DiWrt5X5MTnBGjmMLrU5Aow1-Aio&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D25facba1bf013146%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331128062%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5D8C72B01F3BF0ECCF405728D00405D7684224AB.1991A73F895819AE21E321E43C01D80D095625A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D25facba1bf013146%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DiWrt5X5MTnBGjmMLrU5Aow1-Aio&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put off caroling with the Sunday school until tomorrow, although we did go to our own neighbors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-1234774734061481023?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/1234774734061481023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=1234774734061481023' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/1234774734061481023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/1234774734061481023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title='З Різдвом Христовим!'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rNz36-PX4xQ/TwiLmJ_iwgI/AAAAAAAAGBs/YCvEMi6uFVM/s72-c/P1070002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-5294676946900624194</id><published>2012-01-06T16:12:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T16:16:52.149+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Nyam!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K6aTo67NoAM/TwcCIwl4UVI/AAAAAAAAGBQ/k1m0yfywDgA/s1600/P1020014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K6aTo67NoAM/TwcCIwl4UVI/AAAAAAAAGBQ/k1m0yfywDgA/s320/P1020014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694522603339272530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-er71u3WoQR0/TwcCIHW1YiI/AAAAAAAAGBI/IXCCe_YsAZY/s1600/P1020016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-er71u3WoQR0/TwcCIHW1YiI/AAAAAAAAGBI/IXCCe_YsAZY/s320/P1020016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694522592270311970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UE59vG1yXWA/TwcCH4ynoyI/AAAAAAAAGA8/V-WFW5Nzm5k/s1600/P1020017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UE59vG1yXWA/TwcCH4ynoyI/AAAAAAAAGA8/V-WFW5Nzm5k/s320/P1020017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694522588360319778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ncnaPm7JDnE/TwcBzbYjkVI/AAAAAAAAGAs/FKrJ3gnsu1Q/s1600/P1020018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5dBC90l_LXA/TwcBwveHXwI/AAAAAAAAGAI/ZyvCMMVX04Q/s320/P1020021.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694522190721408770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWMpQq55rWw/TwcBwb7DjII/AAAAAAAAF_8/nfE-ljach2E/s1600/P1020024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWMpQq55rWw/TwcBwb7DjII/AAAAAAAAF_8/nfE-ljach2E/s320/P1020024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694522185474083970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-5294676946900624194?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/5294676946900624194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=5294676946900624194' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/5294676946900624194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/5294676946900624194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2012/01/nyam.html' title='&quot;Nyam!&quot;'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K6aTo67NoAM/TwcCIwl4UVI/AAAAAAAAGBQ/k1m0yfywDgA/s72-c/P1020014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-8545038158867625703</id><published>2012-01-05T10:42:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T19:02:29.577+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Term 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Misty asked how school is going, and it took me a little longer to write that out, because I wanted to include details and links.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right before Christmas, we finished up our &lt;a href="http://amblesideonline.org/02sch.shtml"&gt;first term of the school year&lt;/a&gt;. I had planned that we would have an exam week (which is a special treat) then, but our extra week in Kiev back in November put us a little behind, so we just finished Week 12. I was thinking about starting back up after our winter break with an exam/review week, but I changed my mind. That's a good reward for the end of a term, but not what we need to start off. So, we're done with Term 1 of our Ambleside online year, with Jaan doing Year 2 and Raia in Year 0.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What has been going well:&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://amblesideonline.org/02bks.shtml"&gt;AO books&lt;/a&gt;! Of course, what is there to go wrong with such wonderful selections? We like ALL of them. Raia loves when I read &lt;a href="http://amblesideonline.org/00.shtml"&gt;Year 0&lt;/a&gt; books aloud, just to her, too. She and I recently finished &lt;i&gt;Winnie the Pooh&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://amblesideonline.org/Folksongs.shtml"&gt;Folk songs&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://amblesideonline.org/Hymns.shtml"&gt;hymns&lt;/a&gt;: They actually seemed to connect with them and really learn and enjoy them for the first time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Math: We like &lt;a href="http://www.cimt.plymouth.ac.uk/projects/mepres/primary/default.htm"&gt;MEP&lt;/a&gt;! Toward the end of the term, I started using a timer with Jaan, and that's really good for him. I generally give him 5 minutes for each section, and he races to get them done, instead of dawdling over them for as long as he can.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Copywork for Jaan: he's finally writing! This has been a struggle for him in the past. I think I few things changed this term. First is probably just maturity; maybe his hands are just finally ready to write. Second, I let him type up (computer=fun) his selections in the fonts with arrows that show how to form the letters, before he copys them. And, third, we've moved on from just letters and words to real, interesting poems, quotes and verses.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading for Raia! I am just amazed to hear her starting to put sounds together! We're still not done with the primer, and she's still not reading books, but she's definitely figuring out words. I just heard her reading chapter titles from one of Jaan's books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;What we can work to improve in the next term:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://amblesideonline.org/ArtSch.shtml"&gt;Artist study&lt;/a&gt;: It just didn't happen. I got the pictures printed, Will bought me a frame for them, and that's all. We'll use the Fragonard pictures for next term now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nature study: Of course, we were outside, enjoying nature a lot, but we didn't sit at the table to draw, paint, observe or discuss even once. Next term's focus is trees, and I'm going to set aside Tuesday evenings to study them. (Wait. I guess we did do formal nature study, just once. That's better than nothing.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bible memory: I'm not really happy with how slowly and painfully they're learning their selections. I had Jaan and Raia each memorizing a different Psalm, and they got most of the way through them, but... well, I'm just not happy with how it went. I'm going to switch over to the &lt;a href="http://simplycharlottemason.com/timesavers/memorysys/"&gt;Simply CM method&lt;/a&gt; and use their &lt;a href="http://simplycharlottemason.com/planning/scmguide/scripture/"&gt;Verse Pack 1&lt;/a&gt;, for all of us in the next term, to see if that's any better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I asked Jaan what his favorite book has been, listing off some of the ones we have been reading. He said that it was &lt;i&gt;Understood Betsy&lt;/i&gt;. Then, a few minutes later, he realized that I had forgotten to mention &lt;i&gt;An Island Story&lt;/i&gt;, and that is his favorite. So, there you have it. The favorite subject of a little American boy, born in Russia, living in Ukraine is... &lt;b&gt;British&lt;/b&gt; history. &lt;img class="smilie" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/fylliska/smile.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I entered this post in the Charlotte Mason Blog Carnival for January 10.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycharlottemason.com/2012/01/10/charlotte-mason-blog-carnival-celebrating-charlotte-edition/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img class="smilie" img="" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WTgKtRnxaLk/TwmQH8v05fI/AAAAAAAAGB4/6xBXgiIm_dE/s200/http%25253A%25252F%25252Ffarm2.static.flickr.com%25252F1094%25252F1366755016_2636f88f12_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695241670026913266" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you're coming over from that, welcome! Please be sure to say hello.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-8545038158867625703?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/8545038158867625703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=8545038158867625703' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/8545038158867625703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/8545038158867625703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2012/01/term-1.html' title='Term 1'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WTgKtRnxaLk/TwmQH8v05fI/AAAAAAAAGB4/6xBXgiIm_dE/s72-c/http%25253A%25252F%25252Ffarm2.static.flickr.com%25252F1094%25252F1366755016_2636f88f12_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-7387654565918998100</id><published>2012-01-02T14:17:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T15:08:24.444+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday rundown</title><content type='html'>I started writing about school, as per Misty's suggestion, but it's easier and faster to tell you about the holiday season here, so Baba Julie's request will come first.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In general Russian culture the big winter holiday is the New Year. (Yes, we're in Ukraine, but this part of Ukraine is pretty much Russian culturally. I think they do things quite differently in the West, where they speak Ukrainian.) The tree and decorations, presents and the Santa Claus-ish figure are all tied in with that, not with Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas is really just a quiet church holiday that the general public doesn't even celebrate. And when it is celebrated, that's more on January 7th, not December 25th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For us, Christmas is a huge, big deal! Also, because December 25th fell on a Sunday this year, it was a really special day. &lt;a href="http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/12/first-christmas.html"&gt;I've already written about that&lt;/a&gt;. The churches that we've been involved in, kind of start celebrating then, and they also celebrate on January 7th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next big holiday is seeing in the New Year. That's the biggest holiday of the year, and this year the youth decided to celebrate at home with their families. Plus, everyone was just too tired, after having organized the Christmas tea and with still working on more plans for "Second Christmas."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we have a very local holiday on January 1: Taras' birthday. &lt;img class="smilie" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/fylliska/smile.gif" /&gt; That was duly celebrated last night at church:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zYVUUpoTwrY/TwGmkqCxx4I/AAAAAAAAF_w/EnHPw_ZKPjg/s1600/P1010004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zYVUUpoTwrY/TwGmkqCxx4I/AAAAAAAAF_w/EnHPw_ZKPjg/s320/P1010004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693014552664459138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8oZ9F0cDujo/TwGmj2a3-rI/AAAAAAAAF_k/rsrliImwQ9o/s1600/P1010006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8oZ9F0cDujo/TwGmj2a3-rI/AAAAAAAAF_k/rsrliImwQ9o/s320/P1010006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693014538806885042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OMOSScYkg7o/TwGmjo_4SVI/AAAAAAAAF_Y/dXtO3iFdVFw/s1600/P1010008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OMOSScYkg7o/TwGmjo_4SVI/AAAAAAAAF_Y/dXtO3iFdVFw/s320/P1010008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693014535203998034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next big day coming up is "Second Christmas." This year we'll be having a children's program for everyone to invite their grandchildren, friends and neighbors to on that day. Again, the youth are preparing all of this. Also, the older people in the church insisted--kind of last minute--that there has to be a Christmas service actually on Christmas day, too. (The plan had been just to have the Christmas service the next day, on the 8th.) So, there will be a church service 10:00-12:00 on the 7th, and then the children's program starting at 12:00. Of course, church the next day, too. Pray for endurance!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Christmas Eve or Christmas Day we usually go caroling, according to Ukrainian tradition, at least around the city to the babushki who are shut in, and often in the surrounding villages, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That pretty much wraps up the holiday season. There's also the Old New Year on January 14, and we're likely to have kids ringing our doorbell at midnight on the eve of that. It's not really a big event, though. Schools, including Jaan's music school and our homeschool, will be back in session right after Second Christmas, on that Tuesday, I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I just looked at my title again. I meant the first dictionary definition of "rundown," i.e. "an analysis or summary of something." However, we can feel pretty rundown by the end of the holidays, so please keep up in your prayers. It sure is a wonderful time of year, though!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-7387654565918998100?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/7387654565918998100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=7387654565918998100' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/7387654565918998100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/7387654565918998100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2012/01/holiday-rundown.html' title='Holiday rundown'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zYVUUpoTwrY/TwGmkqCxx4I/AAAAAAAAF_w/EnHPw_ZKPjg/s72-c/P1010004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-122720123395950593</id><published>2011-12-31T19:10:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T19:15:45.366+02:00</updated><title type='text'>С Новым Годом!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Thank you for the few replies I've gotten so far from my last post. Please let me know if you have any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How did I miss mentioning Jaan choir concert? It was last Friday. He did a great job! I got to hear his group's songs, but then I went out, because Bogdan was absolutely terrified by the applause. It was almost funny; he would be enthralled, fascinated by the music, but then everyone would clap, and he would panic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a2PSVOW02x0/Tv9CITr-8-I/AAAAAAAAF_Q/LA-bn-0B2fE/s1600/PC230001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a2PSVOW02x0/Tv9CITr-8-I/AAAAAAAAF_Q/LA-bn-0B2fE/s320/PC230001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692341164510737378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wap6bCcVR3I/Tv9CH9ofR7I/AAAAAAAAF_A/j-XRTEesFQM/s1600/PC230003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wap6bCcVR3I/Tv9CH9ofR7I/AAAAAAAAF_A/j-XRTEesFQM/s320/PC230003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692341158590498738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll won't hear from me again until next year.... &lt;img class="smilie" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/fylliska/wink.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-122720123395950593?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/122720123395950593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=122720123395950593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/122720123395950593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/122720123395950593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='С Новым Годом!'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a2PSVOW02x0/Tv9CITr-8-I/AAAAAAAAF_Q/LA-bn-0B2fE/s72-c/PC230001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-2056118663357639265</id><published>2011-12-30T14:39:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T17:35:14.589+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions?</title><content type='html'>I have a little more time than usual to write now, while we're on a break from school. I just don't have many ideas of what to say. Any specific questions out there? Suggestions of what you'd want to hear about? &lt;img class="smilie" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/fylliska/smile.gif" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(You can email, if you don't want to comment: xansaker@gmail.com.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-2056118663357639265?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/2056118663357639265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=2056118663357639265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/2056118663357639265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/2056118663357639265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/12/questions.html' title='Questions?'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-3342033333493352155</id><published>2011-12-28T15:44:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T14:41:38.517+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day of Christmas</title><content type='html'>We didn't really get to have our usual family Christmas fun on December 25, so we carried the celebrations over onto the 26th.  I'm probably sharing way too many photos, but you don't have to look at all of them if you don't want to. &lt;img class="smilie" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/fylliska/wink.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off at the sledding hill. The snow was melting already, but there was enough for our purposes. (We do have sleds, but there wasn't enough snow for that yet.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMmLFfd4qeY/TvseHBCwl1I/AAAAAAAAF8U/MW0y-VD7pPg/s1600/PC260001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMmLFfd4qeY/TvseHBCwl1I/AAAAAAAAF8U/MW0y-VD7pPg/s320/PC260001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691175660000679762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Snowboarder?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FMa5G4qqZTs/TvseI9BRO3I/AAAAAAAAF9E/cgwv4wdaqBQ/s1600/PC260007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FMa5G4qqZTs/TvseI9BRO3I/AAAAAAAAF9E/cgwv4wdaqBQ/s320/PC260007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691175693280426866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Asya's expression...!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o4Au9VVgfII/TvseU_FfB6I/AAAAAAAAF9c/0F64iqm6rU0/s1600/PC260016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o4Au9VVgfII/TvseU_FfB6I/AAAAAAAAF9c/0F64iqm6rU0/s320/PC260016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691175899993409442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tobogganing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came back in time for lunch and naps. After nap time, Will made a "fancy" supper of hotdogs and potatoes, while the rest of us prepared a Christmas play, to perform for him as soon as we had all eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RTXsRisaWt8/TvseHSoH7YI/AAAAAAAAF8g/sSz17vSoC24/s1600/PC260002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RTXsRisaWt8/TvseHSoH7YI/AAAAAAAAF8g/sSz17vSoC24/s320/PC260002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691175664720801154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Little lamb&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bmAgscxhFAs/TvseH0ibIEI/AAAAAAAAF8s/tTddgxgYRWE/s1600/PC260004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bmAgscxhFAs/TvseH0ibIEI/AAAAAAAAF8s/tTddgxgYRWE/s320/PC260004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691175673823699010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;An angel!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-95YUf6OJ7cw/TvseIpKkL2I/AAAAAAAAF84/BdRVzuSvss0/s1600/PC260005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-95YUf6OJ7cw/TvseIpKkL2I/AAAAAAAAF84/BdRVzuSvss0/s320/PC260005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691175687950708578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joseph and Mary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rPnA_IB7Eps/TvseUlCDSoI/AAAAAAAAF9Q/V6ObX4Qvgkk/s1600/PC260014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rPnA_IB7Eps/TvseUlCDSoI/AAAAAAAAF9Q/V6ObX4Qvgkk/s320/PC260014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691175892999686786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"An angel of the Lord stood before them" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BlfOYUr0w8E/TvseVm-Ol7I/AAAAAAAAF9o/Rm1NMdrugqU/s1600/PC260017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BlfOYUr0w8E/TvseVm-Ol7I/AAAAAAAAF9o/Rm1NMdrugqU/s320/PC260017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691175910700390322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Let us go to Bethlehem"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2rYTbWTSaA/TvseWhxITBI/AAAAAAAAF90/VTUOBPPefxM/s1600/PC260018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2rYTbWTSaA/TvseWhxITBI/AAAAAAAAF90/VTUOBPPefxM/s320/PC260018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691175926483143698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Mary pondered them in her heart"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UfNd6o9MoRU/TvseWwX9H7I/AAAAAAAAF-A/qjl9ip0xUOE/s1600/PC260019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UfNd6o9MoRU/TvseWwX9H7I/AAAAAAAAF-A/qjl9ip0xUOE/s320/PC260019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691175930404085682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The cast&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RgUBziyjoH0/Tvse0wpfKzI/AAAAAAAAF-Q/8e3XMVVfQtA/s1600/PC260020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RgUBziyjoH0/Tvse0wpfKzI/AAAAAAAAF-Q/8e3XMVVfQtA/s320/PC260020.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691176445873695538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Taking a bow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had my family's traditional birthday cake for Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ROfOtgEGjNU/Tvse1FfX9II/AAAAAAAAF-c/B-dJs6Ir7Bk/s1600/PC260028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ROfOtgEGjNU/Tvse1FfX9II/AAAAAAAAF-c/B-dJs6Ir7Bk/s320/PC260028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691176451468424322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy birthday, Jesus!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell that this is my fourth baby? I don't think any of the others had sugar this early. Bogdan's comments were the most enthusiastic "nyams" that we've heard so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lupFceGcUyo/Tvse1j89hWI/AAAAAAAAF-o/ktmcraL1bVA/s1600/PC260032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lupFceGcUyo/Tvse1j89hWI/AAAAAAAAF-o/ktmcraL1bVA/s320/PC260032.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691176459645584738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carrot cake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ifTyRxJqJ4/Tvse2aGn1PI/AAAAAAAAF-0/HOGOBZYtCGM/s1600/PC260034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ifTyRxJqJ4/Tvse2aGn1PI/AAAAAAAAF-0/HOGOBZYtCGM/s320/PC260034.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691176474181620978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;...and frosting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-3342033333493352155?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/3342033333493352155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=3342033333493352155' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/3342033333493352155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/3342033333493352155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/12/another-day-of-christmas.html' title='Another day of Christmas'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMmLFfd4qeY/TvseHBCwl1I/AAAAAAAAF8U/MW0y-VD7pPg/s72-c/PC260001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-3308447109236018819</id><published>2011-12-27T10:49:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T15:44:21.425+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"First Christmas"</title><content type='html'>Our children have been referring to December 25 as "First Christmas" and January 7 as "Second Christmas." That sounds better to me than Catholic Christmas (since we're not Catholic) and Russian Christmas (when we're in Ukraine), so I'll go with it. Our First Christmas was a very busy day, because it fell on a Sunday. We spent more than eight hours at church!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, our First Christmas started off with one of my favorite Christmas moments every year: discovering that the manger is no longer empty! We bring out the navitity figures one by one throughout Advent, but Jesus doesn't appear until Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RyVZcXSybj8/TvmG0b8oOrI/AAAAAAAAF7k/OMrjA2CYGs0/s1600/PC250013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RyVZcXSybj8/TvmG0b8oOrI/AAAAAAAAF7k/OMrjA2CYGs0/s320/PC250013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690727839572703922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Asya thinks about Jesus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have much time at home, but we did eat pistachios and open Christmas cards from my grandmother and church. After a special breakfast of scrambled eggs and cinnamon rolls, we left for church for a special Christmas service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dYQRyDXP9wM/TvmG0zK6LxI/AAAAAAAAF7w/44Naz7gvKno/s1600/PC250017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dYQRyDXP9wM/TvmG0zK6LxI/AAAAAAAAF7w/44Naz7gvKno/s320/PC250017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690727845806616338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The children sang and recited poems&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOMsJds4JMY/TvmG1UtKX9I/AAAAAAAAF8A/HgjbFlwPiwQ/s1600/PC250025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOMsJds4JMY/TvmG1UtKX9I/AAAAAAAAF8A/HgjbFlwPiwQ/s320/PC250025.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690727854808653778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We actually got a family picture!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we came home for a lunch and a short rest. Soon it was time to go back to church for an evening teatime. Our children and I had baked all day on Christmas Eve to do our part in preparing for that. The youth had worked hard to put the whole program together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--TqMcGBQIac/TvmG3nTU9uI/AAAAAAAAF8I/QXqsyJDXI_w/s1600/PC250002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--TqMcGBQIac/TvmG3nTU9uI/AAAAAAAAF8I/QXqsyJDXI_w/s320/PC250002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690727894160307938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Christmas tea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since other people were using our camera, I posted &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150455000947005.356126.558567004&amp;amp;type=3&amp;amp;l=d4d728e59b"&gt;all the photos from the tea&lt;/a&gt;. It was a long, full evening of celebrating Christ's birth. Again, the children sang, the youth sang, people shared, there were games and skits and carols, and lots of treats to eat. Bogdan especially enjoyed that last part. &lt;img class="smilie" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/fylliska/smile.gif" /&gt; When they finally poured the tea and started eating, he put his mouth down on the table and used both arms to sweep apples and bananas into his mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this was the longest, most intense Christmas day we've ever had. Even the next morning, both Will and I were literally barely able to move. We're used to the Christmas season being a marathon, but not all in one day! It was very fun, though, and I certainly felt like we celebrated Jesus' birth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were able to have a much more relaxed family day after that, more like our usual First Christmas. I'll post pictures from that later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we have the New Year's fun to look forward to, and then Second Christmas, with a children's service and caroling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-3308447109236018819?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/3308447109236018819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=3308447109236018819' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/3308447109236018819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/3308447109236018819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/12/first-christmas.html' title='&quot;First Christmas&quot;'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RyVZcXSybj8/TvmG0b8oOrI/AAAAAAAAF7k/OMrjA2CYGs0/s72-c/PC250013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-3113491719038580760</id><published>2011-12-24T21:46:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T21:54:34.399+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>We wish you a wonderful day of rejoicing in Christ's birth! The Christmas season is just starting here, so keep celebrating right along with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RHvJ_7efzwM/TvYtHPaGwdI/AAAAAAAAF7Y/YQeOEggyKK0/s1600/PC240003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RHvJ_7efzwM/TvYtHPaGwdI/AAAAAAAAF7Y/YQeOEggyKK0/s320/PC240003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689784781647561170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Poor Bogdan. An older sibling exuberantly decided to share the joy and dumped a whole armload of snow on him when we stopped to take a picture. I brushed it off, but he was still expressing his displeasure.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-3113491719038580760?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/3113491719038580760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=3113491719038580760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/3113491719038580760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/3113491719038580760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RHvJ_7efzwM/TvYtHPaGwdI/AAAAAAAAF7Y/YQeOEggyKK0/s72-c/PC240003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-7480092825954974095</id><published>2011-12-19T08:34:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T08:38:04.766+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting around</title><content type='html'>Bogdan has been crawling for quite a while now. He has his own special style, and it just makes me laugh! He's become very fast and very brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300" &gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/10150438971387005" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/10150438971387005" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he looks like a seal. &lt;img class="smilie" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/fylliska/smile.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-7480092825954974095?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/7480092825954974095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=7480092825954974095' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/7480092825954974095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/7480092825954974095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/12/getting-around.html' title='Getting around'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-8823880552843128682</id><published>2011-12-11T08:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T08:37:01.109+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Advent 2011'/><title type='text'>Seeds of hope and love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V-7Ex2QjUiE/TuOnBmoWBlI/AAAAAAAAF7M/nip9-LrK2q0/s1600/PC100009.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V-7Ex2QjUiE/TuOnBmoWBlI/AAAAAAAAF7M/nip9-LrK2q0/s320/PC100009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684570800663168594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;...are growing!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0-5iWsn9Yg0/TuOnBd1bS1I/AAAAAAAAF7A/_7SC2f4wEMI/s1600/PC100017.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0-5iWsn9Yg0/TuOnBd1bS1I/AAAAAAAAF7A/_7SC2f4wEMI/s320/PC100017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684570798302120786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bogdan sings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-8823880552843128682?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/8823880552843128682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=8823880552843128682' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/8823880552843128682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/8823880552843128682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/12/seeds-of-hope-and-love.html' title='Seeds of hope and love'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V-7Ex2QjUiE/TuOnBmoWBlI/AAAAAAAAF7M/nip9-LrK2q0/s72-c/PC100009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-7776134422305113075</id><published>2011-12-08T16:50:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T14:41:25.884+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New visas'/><title type='text'>Visa news?</title><content type='html'>(Sorry, Mom. This post isn't for you. &lt;img class="smilie" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/fylliska/smile.gif" /&gt;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For other Ukraine families who might be interested: this isn't exactly news, but it is straight from the (Zaporozhya) horse's mouth. Even though our registration doesn't run out until March, Will went to our nice, helpful, professional, regional OVIR to ask about the new law that went into effect on September 10. (If you don't think all those words should be used in one sentence, come to Zaporozhya! I am not being sarcastic.) We thought they had probably had enough time to figure it out by now. And... they said the new law is being amended on December 25. So, come back at the end of January to see how it has worked out. Maybe that's not exactly news, but I hadn't heard about any amendments before that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, everyone can be praying that the amendments will be good, but we still don't know anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least, that's how it is in Zaporozhya oblast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-7776134422305113075?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/7776134422305113075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=7776134422305113075' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/7776134422305113075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/7776134422305113075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/12/visa-news.html' title='Visa news?'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-6108108033929373182</id><published>2011-12-04T20:18:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T20:42:27.710+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Advent 2011'/><title type='text'>Advent hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xakBE7KB9bo/Ttu7fliTnAI/AAAAAAAAF6w/7hvB2jXac5o/s1600/PB270011.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xakBE7KB9bo/Ttu7fliTnAI/AAAAAAAAF6w/7hvB2jXac5o/s320/PB270011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682341506184354818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Advent kulich?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our Advent wreath this year really doesn't even look like a wreath. Maybe it will as the grass grows up, though. That was something to hope for in the first week of Advent, when the theme was hope. We've been using the idea of &lt;a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/2011/12/planting-seeds-of-kindness-straw-for-the-manger-a-family-advent-activity/"&gt;planting grass for Jesus&lt;/a&gt;, mixed right into our wreath. The candles are from our trip to Pecherskaya Lavra in Kiev, and in the middle of everything there is a "shoot coming up from a stump." I didn't have a pink candle, or even anything pink to decorate the joy candle, but Will and Raia stopped at a flower store on the first night of Advent to get the potting soil. They also got flowers for me... and Raia specifically chose a pink ribbon to go with them, not even knowing that it would be perfect for what we would put together later that evening.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0fTPptkaVSo/Ttu7Z6VJAII/AAAAAAAAF6k/xc8Fu5-b1Bo/s1600/PB290023.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0fTPptkaVSo/Ttu7Z6VJAII/AAAAAAAAF6k/xc8Fu5-b1Bo/s320/PB290023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682341408687063170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lighting the first candle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zp3sh7W56ak/Ttu7ZWOJ1SI/AAAAAAAAF6Y/jDhoYL3wHPc/s1600/PB290037.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zp3sh7W56ak/Ttu7ZWOJ1SI/AAAAAAAAF6Y/jDhoYL3wHPc/s320/PB290037.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682341398994081058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A closer view&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--3X4YVXf7WM/Ttu7Y9cyUWI/AAAAAAAAF6M/r06Si02Pc0I/s1600/PC040018.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--3X4YVXf7WM/Ttu7Y9cyUWI/AAAAAAAAF6M/r06Si02Pc0I/s320/PC040018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682341392344568162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jaan reading to us&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C7S_uw02J0s/Ttu7YYbAPyI/AAAAAAAAF6A/ybGmQSS2owc/s1600/PC040021.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C7S_uw02J0s/Ttu7YYbAPyI/AAAAAAAAF6A/ybGmQSS2owc/s320/PC040021.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682341382404980514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Asya planting seeds&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hdeoBe4P2KU/Ttu7YPaucuI/AAAAAAAAF50/0gH1CP9iHno/s1600/PC040034.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hdeoBe4P2KU/Ttu7YPaucuI/AAAAAAAAF50/0gH1CP9iHno/s320/PC040034.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682341379987895010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bogdan listening to the songs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I found the tune for &lt;a href="http://biznes-on-line.com/melodies/2/26.mp3"&gt;the song&lt;/a&gt; we were just using as a poem last year! Now we're singing it every night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight we lit the second candle, and started the week of Advent love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-6108108033929373182?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/6108108033929373182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=6108108033929373182' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/6108108033929373182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/6108108033929373182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/12/advent-hope.html' title='Advent hope'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xakBE7KB9bo/Ttu7fliTnAI/AAAAAAAAF6w/7hvB2jXac5o/s72-c/PB270011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-3979275093053338833</id><published>2011-12-03T13:49:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T21:54:17.578+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiev, part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/11/kiev-part-1.html"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/11/kiev-part-2-pecherskaya-lavra.html"&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still haven't posted the last few photos from Kiev! So, here they are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PuvrKUxXF8/TtoPpdrHVUI/AAAAAAAAF5k/y7log3Z6pa0/s1600/PB090001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PuvrKUxXF8/TtoPpdrHVUI/AAAAAAAAF5k/y7log3Z6pa0/s320/PB090001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681871084895819074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;With new-old friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One evening we got to visit with a family that I have been in contact with since Jaan was a baby, and we all lived in Moscow. (Their oldest has the same name, too, except that they spell it Yan.) Back in those days, we talked on the phone and emailed, but somehow we never actually met face to face. In Kiev they invited us over for dinner, and we had a WONDERFUL time. Their children were so sweet to ours, too. In the picture above, we were all sitting around their fireplace, listening to their evening reading, just before they took us back to the apartment where we were staying.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p6I0Grik5sw/TtoPoUtRn7I/AAAAAAAAF5Y/FAzQpOSmwQM/s1600/PB140009.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p6I0Grik5sw/TtoPoUtRn7I/AAAAAAAAF5Y/FAzQpOSmwQM/s320/PB140009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681871065309093810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brothers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bogdan was pretty miserable for a few days, as he cut his first teeth, but his beloved brother was usually enough to distract him from the misery, even when nothing else would do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RBzPRx4dbpE/TtoPm082rQI/AAAAAAAAF40/fJ7ETnHsJQs/s1600/PC030043.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RBzPRx4dbpE/TtoPm082rQI/AAAAAAAAF40/fJ7ETnHsJQs/s320/PC030043.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681871039604632834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Museum!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One more big event was a visit to the Natural History Museum. Again, I'm relying on Raia for a picture. Although, I do think she mixed the whale and mammoth skeletons together somehow. &lt;img class="smilie" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/fylliska/smile.gif" /&gt; We really enjoyed the museum! Our friend Oksana, who lives in Kiev, was able to join us for part of the time, too. It's huge museum, and we only made it to three out of six (?) floors. (The first snow of the season was also falling thickly outside while we were there!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DGRhd9i5QPE/TtoPnmoeLqI/AAAAAAAAF5M/BB5_MBihiI0/s1600/PB160012.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DGRhd9i5QPE/TtoPnmoeLqI/AAAAAAAAF5M/BB5_MBihiI0/s320/PB160012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681871052940914338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;On the train&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When all our time in Kiev was over, we tried a different return route, and while it probably wasn't easier, it was better for us, I think. There aren't any day trains to or from Zaporozhya, but we found one that goes from Kiev to Dnepropetrovsk. From there we took a bus to Zaporozhya and then a marshrutka (bus-van) the rest of the way home. It was a LONG trip, but at the end we could collapse in our own beds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Zj2k7xI4qs/TtoPnPGo8iI/AAAAAAAAF5A/5ezCgQWnvz0/s1600/PB160019.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Zj2k7xI4qs/TtoPnPGo8iI/AAAAAAAAF5A/5ezCgQWnvz0/s320/PB160019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681871046624997922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And on the bus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Don't be fooled by the smile. Our sweet, usually happy baby was not happy for that leg of the trip... until he finally fell asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I think that wraps up all I have to say or show from our Kiev trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-3979275093053338833?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/3979275093053338833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=3979275093053338833' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/3979275093053338833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/3979275093053338833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/12/kiev-part-3.html' title='Kiev, part 3'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PuvrKUxXF8/TtoPpdrHVUI/AAAAAAAAF5k/y7log3Z6pa0/s72-c/PB090001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-6125800594509080372</id><published>2011-11-29T11:31:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T15:30:00.997+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I had a few more Thanksgiving photos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rojet2jYAT0/TtNVRlEwOPI/AAAAAAAAF4o/fdTO44tjSGQ/s1600/PB260016.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rojet2jYAT0/TtNVRlEwOPI/AAAAAAAAF4o/fdTO44tjSGQ/s320/PB260016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679977315542513906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just lovely, eh?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8KHpAYAlt-I/TtNVRX7-4JI/AAAAAAAAF4c/-0iieWtJNwA/s1600/PB270003.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8KHpAYAlt-I/TtNVRX7-4JI/AAAAAAAAF4c/-0iieWtJNwA/s320/PB270003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679977312016064658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The big ones are people-eating giants&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_StpDzg2JKY/TtNVQLeJp_I/AAAAAAAAF4Q/cdlo6NG0qMQ/s1600/PB260010.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_StpDzg2JKY/TtNVQLeJp_I/AAAAAAAAF4Q/cdlo6NG0qMQ/s320/PB260010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679977291489847282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yum!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dOuvMG3zjYI/TtNVP3Zcw4I/AAAAAAAAF4E/DFjlEbjRYvc/s1600/PB260013.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dOuvMG3zjYI/TtNVP3Zcw4I/AAAAAAAAF4E/DFjlEbjRYvc/s320/PB260013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679977286101418882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trying mashed potatoes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He really, really enjoyed that little taste. Right at eight months (when we were in Kiev) his first two teeth came in. Also about that time, he started saying his first word: "nyam" (yum). He uses it often, with all different intonations and volumes. A quiet, happy, little "nyam-nyam-nyam" as he gnaws on an apple, "NYAM" at full volume with an angry red face when he sees someone else eating, conversational "nyam" when he takes a break in nursing. I think he's going to like real food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-6125800594509080372?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/6125800594509080372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=6125800594509080372' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/6125800594509080372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/6125800594509080372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-faces.html' title='Thanksgiving faces'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rojet2jYAT0/TtNVRlEwOPI/AAAAAAAAF4o/fdTO44tjSGQ/s72-c/PB260016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-1122665867736790083</id><published>2011-11-27T13:37:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T21:08:17.150+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We celebrated Thanksgiving last night with the youth from church. I had no idea how many people would come, because most had been out of town for the week. We ended up with 13 guests, though. We did a very simple version of a traditional American Thanksgiving meal: Jaan made cranberry sauce, Raia made pumpkin pie, and I did turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9mQtSdZB6mk/TtICgJjd5VI/AAAAAAAAF30/6zxWkQYCXOQ/s1600/PB260006.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9mQtSdZB6mk/TtICgJjd5VI/AAAAAAAAF30/6zxWkQYCXOQ/s320/PB260006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679604831411365202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Preparations, with Vera and Alina&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IxzQfifB718/TtICe1KYDKI/AAAAAAAAF3o/QojrfETsx6A/s1600/PB260007.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IxzQfifB718/TtICe1KYDKI/AAAAAAAAF3o/QojrfETsx6A/s320/PB260007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679604808757546146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Turkey!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We didn't start buying supplies in advance, because we really weren't planning ahead. However, the closest grocery store has had turkey breasts constantly for about a year now. (Before that, turkey was really hard to find.) When Will went out the day before our celebration, there wasn't any turkey. Uh-oh. Saturday morning, he found a whole turkey at the market, though. He didn't think it would fit into our oven. We've always had small ovens, compared to American size. This one is the smallest yet. My American baking pan won't even fit into this one, and it did in all our other apartments. Anyway, I was able to jam the turkey down into a pan, once I had greased it well. You know how the tops of muffins hang over? This was like a turkey muffin in that sense. But it fit! And it tasted wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TaK_5RDx4CY/TtICd3emBpI/AAAAAAAAF3c/FtL-9rBT4rM/s1600/PB260008.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TaK_5RDx4CY/TtICd3emBpI/AAAAAAAAF3c/FtL-9rBT4rM/s320/PB260008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679604792199349906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Around the table&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4NRUkmAML3s/TtICdqL7-hI/AAAAAAAAF3Q/2ohDI-JYG_s/s1600/PB260009.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4NRUkmAML3s/TtICdqL7-hI/AAAAAAAAF3Q/2ohDI-JYG_s/s320/PB260009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679604788631435794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The children's "table"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have so much to be thankful for!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-1122665867736790083?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/1122665867736790083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=1122665867736790083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/1122665867736790083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/1122665867736790083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9mQtSdZB6mk/TtICgJjd5VI/AAAAAAAAF30/6zxWkQYCXOQ/s72-c/PB260006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-6200801782545382083</id><published>2011-11-20T15:45:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T11:20:46.212+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Advent 2011'/><title type='text'>Advent already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of my favorite times of year is almost here! (My real favorite is when we celebrate the Resurrection, but that's why He was born, right? &lt;img class="smilie" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/fylliska/smile.gif" /&gt;) The first Sunday of Advent is next week. Somehow it surprised me this year, even when my Grandma had already sent us a beautiful Advent calendar that I can't wait to show to everyone.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8pmwZu-kBc/TtH8WT7uPqI/AAAAAAAAF3E/ceHsfjJdfyc/s1600/PC060041.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8pmwZu-kBc/TtH8WT7uPqI/AAAAAAAAF3E/ceHsfjJdfyc/s320/PC060041.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679598065328996002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lighting Advent candles last year&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I just went back and read my &lt;a href="http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2010/12/advent-2010.html"&gt;plans from last year&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/2009/12/3-simple-practices-for-peaceful-advent/"&gt;Ann Voskamp's post&lt;/a&gt; that I had linked to from there. Amazingly, Asya still remembers the little poem we read with our Advent wreath last year. Actually, almost every school morning, when Jaan and Raia repeat their memory work, she wants to say "Радуйтесь, люди." That will have to be part of this year, too. I went back to the same &lt;a href="http://www.claret.ru/liturgy/molitvennik_p.htm#a"&gt;page where I had found that one&lt;/a&gt; last year, and I got another one for this year, too. And then I adapted it. Asya can say the old one this year, while Jaan and Raia learn a new one. Our new Advent poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Иисус наш Искупитель, Христос Царь и Спаситель,&lt;br /&gt;приди, приди,&lt;br /&gt;и надеждой зажги сердце моё,&lt;br /&gt;приди, приди,&lt;br /&gt;и надеждой зажги сердце моё.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Иисус наш Искупитель, Христос Царь и Спаситель,&lt;br /&gt;приди, приди,&lt;br /&gt;и любовью зажги сердце моё,&lt;br /&gt;приди, приди,&lt;br /&gt;и любовью зажги сердце моё.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Иисус наш Искупитель, Христос Царь и Спаситель,&lt;br /&gt;приди, приди,&lt;br /&gt;и радостью зажги сердце моё,&lt;br /&gt;приди, приди,&lt;br /&gt;и радостью зажги сердце моё.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Иисус наш Искупитель, Христос Царь и Спаситель,&lt;br /&gt;приди, приди,&lt;br /&gt;и твоим миром зажги сердце моё,&lt;br /&gt;приди, приди,&lt;br /&gt;и твоим миром зажги сердце моё.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's the weekly plan.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daily we'll be using &lt;a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/2011/11/free-jesse-tree-advent-family-devotional/"&gt;Ann Voskamp's Jesse Tree book&lt;/a&gt;. I like the little "assigments" that she's added to each day now. At this point we'll still only read and discuss the Bible story, and not get into her additional devotional thoughts. &lt;a href="http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-week-of-advent.html"&gt;Last time we did this&lt;/a&gt;, each night our children colored and decorated little pictures to hang on posters. I think I'll ask them if they want to do that again, or if they would like me to print out a coloring book for each of them? Or both? The girls are obsessed with coloring these days, so they might be very happy with the latter option. For coloring pages, there are the same &lt;a href="https://www.rca.org/Page.aspx?pid=1628"&gt;little symbols&lt;/a&gt; we used before, or &lt;a href="http://www.osv.com/Portals/0/images/pdf/JesseTree.pdf"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; that I like better (but need to see how they match up with the stories we have), or the &lt;a href="http://charmingthebirdsfromthetrees.blogspot.com/search/label/The%20Tree%20of%20Jesse"&gt;many coloring pages here&lt;/a&gt; to choose from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l64rT3T6jVk/TspVZw2CqSI/AAAAAAAAF24/A9O32jsbBvg/s1600/PC210010.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l64rT3T6jVk/TspVZw2CqSI/AAAAAAAAF24/A9O32jsbBvg/s320/PC210010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677444181350590754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sweet, &lt;i&gt;little&lt;/i&gt; Asya's 2009 Jesse Tree poster&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week I need to choose hope, love, joy and peace Bible verses, then print out whatever we'll be coloring each night, and maybe choose a song to learn. And then I'll be ready!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you have Advent plans this year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-6200801782545382083?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/6200801782545382083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=6200801782545382083' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/6200801782545382083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/6200801782545382083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/11/advent-already.html' title='Advent already?'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8pmwZu-kBc/TtH8WT7uPqI/AAAAAAAAF3E/ceHsfjJdfyc/s72-c/PC060041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-1328266740074954541</id><published>2011-11-19T14:26:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T16:23:55.695+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiev, part 2: Pecherskaya Lavra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AHB8QxPgDFQ/TsZbP8HERfI/AAAAAAAAF2s/BXTLsCZVMDM/s1600/PB080061.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AHB8QxPgDFQ/TsZbP8HERfI/AAAAAAAAF2s/BXTLsCZVMDM/s320/PB080061.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676324709739021810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't know why they were on the ground&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lcaHXYdJAKM/TsZbPnneMxI/AAAAAAAAF2g/pLBhsp1e4DU/s1600/PB080062.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lcaHXYdJAKM/TsZbPnneMxI/AAAAAAAAF2g/pLBhsp1e4DU/s320/PB080062.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676324704237794066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A little angel, flying by a church cupola?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wOPsMRxHwmw/TsZXsB9GliI/AAAAAAAAF2U/EvNMx7VkCj8/s1600/PB080063.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wOPsMRxHwmw/TsZXsB9GliI/AAAAAAAAF2U/EvNMx7VkCj8/s320/PB080063.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676320794297669154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Right outside the &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800;"&gt;monastery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w1EQEaISc10/TsZXrZXqppI/AAAAAAAAF2E/HVOCsg1SK2g/s1600/PB080065.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w1EQEaISc10/TsZXrZXqppI/AAAAAAAAF2E/HVOCsg1SK2g/s320/PB080065.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676320783403230866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;With the tour guide, just before going down in the caves&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;No pictures allowed in the caves, which were the main attraction for our children. I wish I could have gotten a few of their faces, lit by candlelight, while they listened and explored, and when they finally saw Ilya Murometz. Will carried Bogdan all through the whole tour, and even Bogdan seemed interested. He was exhausted, but he took everything in with very wide eyes and never did fall asleep. Note the bright red fringe on the coat in the photo above. Raia managed to catch that on fire with her little candle. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HvH4ggljy14/TsZXrGReE_I/AAAAAAAAF14/ELpdJT4kN6E/s1600/PB080066.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HvH4ggljy14/TsZXrGReE_I/AAAAAAAAF14/ELpdJT4kN6E/s320/PB080066.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676320778276967410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It was beautiful above ground!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zmU8GPZUK14/TsZXqupcBaI/AAAAAAAAF1s/prtBtnbQ7aE/s1600/PB080068.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zmU8GPZUK14/TsZXqupcBaI/AAAAAAAAF1s/prtBtnbQ7aE/s320/PB080068.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676320771935045026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uiheU1xSnhY/TsZXp5paBrI/AAAAAAAAF1g/KgfDBPaawfQ/s1600/PB080069.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nWRow3f7CfQ/TsZVXuDRvgI/AAAAAAAAF1E/pTMUw80pYZE/s320/PB080077.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676318246334217730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0abnvvu7sxY/TsZVWxXGPzI/AAAAAAAAF04/A4QE5NKDP2M/s1600/PB080079.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0abnvvu7sxY/TsZVWxXGPzI/AAAAAAAAF04/A4QE5NKDP2M/s320/PB080079.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676318230042787634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ImvakKSODVM/TsZVWad9-VI/AAAAAAAAF0s/OJFzCnUbKC0/s1600/PB080080.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ImvakKSODVM/TsZVWad9-VI/AAAAAAAAF0s/OJFzCnUbKC0/s320/PB080080.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676318223897590098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zDPg1wB8UeM/TsZVWM70FqI/AAAAAAAAF0g/73K-nt6K-ho/s1600/PB080083.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zDPg1wB8UeM/TsZVWM70FqI/AAAAAAAAF0g/73K-nt6K-ho/s320/PB080083.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676318220264674978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-1328266740074954541?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/1328266740074954541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=1328266740074954541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/1328266740074954541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/1328266740074954541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/11/kiev-part-2-pecherskaya-lavra.html' title='Kiev, part 2: Pecherskaya Lavra'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AHB8QxPgDFQ/TsZbP8HERfI/AAAAAAAAF2s/BXTLsCZVMDM/s72-c/PB080061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-8917651165811138330</id><published>2011-11-18T09:58:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T14:47:14.005+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiev, part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Honestly, the train trip to Kiev was the worst we've ever had. Even with that rough start, the rest of the trip was good, though. We left Zaporozhya later than we have before, and so everyone was already way past bedtime and just couldn't seem to settle down. Plus, the usual heat, which makes it hard to sleep anyway. Miserable. However, we survived and arrived bright and early for an absolutely beautiful morning in Kiev. We had lots of time to kill before we could go to the apartment we had reserved, so we went to Independence Square.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vYnn7jd1Yqc/TsYRgsNWW0I/AAAAAAAAF0Y/8RHzLZwi2xQ/s1600/PB050016.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vYnn7jd1Yqc/TsYRgsNWW0I/AAAAAAAAF0Y/8RHzLZwi2xQ/s320/PB050016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676243633667726146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;More of Independence Square&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Jaan was full of energy, and he ran around posing for photos. The rest of us just enjoyed the morning a little more quietly. We eventually stopped at a coffee shop (!) for a light lunch. Then we made our way over to the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h7KcYIVmGiA/TsYRgIiElUI/AAAAAAAAF0I/1nOGTDPrTW8/s1600/PB050031.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h7KcYIVmGiA/TsYRgIiElUI/AAAAAAAAF0I/1nOGTDPrTW8/s320/PB050031.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676243624090965314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Outside the apartment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;This series of photos was really funny, because the girls were so out of sorts while we were waiting to get into the apartment. I chose the one that looks the most normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yy6o0x7SvJM/TsYRe74hJNI/AAAAAAAAFz0/KshaHKFXwLo/s1600/PB060042.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yy6o0x7SvJM/TsYRe74hJNI/AAAAAAAAFz0/KshaHKFXwLo/s320/PB060042.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676243603515581650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bogdan's sleeping arrangments&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uh3u8I61wbM/TsYRf4yF3RI/AAAAAAAAFz8/rDG-s8ArWcQ/s1600/PB060041.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uh3u8I61wbM/TsYRf4yF3RI/AAAAAAAAFz8/rDG-s8ArWcQ/s320/PB060041.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676243619863190802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;His favorite part of Kiev: watching cars!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we didn't even go to a church. We just rested and went for short walks. Our appointments at the embassy were for Monday morning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A2q13Opw_pw/TsYRenu8M6I/AAAAAAAAFzk/e_aRXsAncvs/s1600/PB080059.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A2q13Opw_pw/TsYRenu8M6I/AAAAAAAAFzk/e_aRXsAncvs/s320/PB080059.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676243598106702754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Raia's and Asya's pictures of Monday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;No cameras allowed at the embassy, of course. I'll rely on the girls' drawings to show Monday. The time at the embassy was uneventful, but it took pretty much all morning. Note the American flag in Raia's picture. That represents the morning. The American flag in her picture is surrounded by red flags; that's the next event in our day. We decided to walk around in the center. When we came up out of the Metro, we saw more police than I had ever seen before in one place. That's when we remembered what the date was: November 7th! The anniversary of the October Revolution. The communists were having a meeting on the square (and there were more police than communists!). We walked through there, discussed it up one side and down the other, and then had a very nice lunch at a pizza restaurant.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asya's picture is of a hand covered in blood. After lunch, after more walking around, we started back toward the apartment. At some point Asya calmly told me that there was something red all over her hand. Yes, "something red." Dripping off her fingers, staining her coat, running down on to the ground.... Somehow she had gotten a tiny cut on her thumb, and it was bleeding all over. There was a pharmacy right there, so Will took her in, got wipes and bandaids, and cleaned her up. No big deal, really, but it made a big impression on her, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jaan actually drew pictures, too. That's a real rarity for him. His drawing was of a Metro train, with great detail. He surprised himself that he could draw something and enjoy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day we went to Pecherskaya Lavra (Caves Monastery), and that's the one place we did take lots of photos. Coming soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-8917651165811138330?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/8917651165811138330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=8917651165811138330' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/8917651165811138330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/8917651165811138330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/11/kiev-part-1.html' title='Kiev, part 1'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vYnn7jd1Yqc/TsYRgsNWW0I/AAAAAAAAF0Y/8RHzLZwi2xQ/s72-c/PB050016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-1018734920003330236</id><published>2011-11-17T20:41:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T20:54:25.972+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Kiev</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KpM6GZ32cNw/TsVVpiE_iHI/AAAAAAAAFzY/Q5IuPbOinfE/s1600/PB050013.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KpM6GZ32cNw/TsVVpiE_iHI/AAAAAAAAFzY/Q5IuPbOinfE/s320/PB050013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676037077381122162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jaan with the founders of Kiev&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a nice trip, got passports, and saw some of the sites of Kiev. Now we're exhausted! We actually didn't take very many photos. Big city bustle is just too much with four little children. Adding a camera in was pretty much beyond us. I'll try to post the few pictures that we did get, along with some stories over the next few days....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-1018734920003330236?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/1018734920003330236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=1018734920003330236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/1018734920003330236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/1018734920003330236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/11/back-from-kiev.html' title='Back from Kiev'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KpM6GZ32cNw/TsVVpiE_iHI/AAAAAAAAFzY/Q5IuPbOinfE/s72-c/PB050013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-4152432452629174352</id><published>2011-11-04T11:52:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T13:39:55.769+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Great excitement</title><content type='html'>Everyone is very excited. We're leaving this evening for a week or so in Kiev. Bogdan and Raia need passports (and citizenship for Bogdan), and since the documents should be ready in about a week, we're going to stay the whole time. Jaan, Raia and Asya are planning to "see &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ilya_Muromets"&gt;Ilya Murometz&lt;/a&gt;" at Pecherskaya Lavra and looking forward to eating at Puzata Hata.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please pray for an easy trip, quick document processing, and a restful time away from all of us. Oh, especially pray for us tonight on the train. We ended up with tickets for the one train that leaves later. The older children will be happy to stay up, but Bogdan really likes his 8:00 bedtime, and he is probably not going to be glad to wait longer than that to settle down for the night.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know exactly when we'll be back. Passport processing takes 5-7 business days. We'll apply on Monday, and then get return tickets when we have the passports.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-4152432452629174352?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/4152432452629174352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=4152432452629174352' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/4152432452629174352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/4152432452629174352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/11/great-excitement.html' title='Great excitement'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-8712466925372806928</id><published>2011-10-31T11:46:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T11:51:41.666+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tent dwellers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XbrG9ox_A3I/Tq5uracddJI/AAAAAAAAFzE/eR3nwQ9li4Q/s1600/PA290001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XbrG9ox_A3I/Tq5uracddJI/AAAAAAAAFzE/eR3nwQ9li4Q/s320/PA290001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669590673018156178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bogdan just loves his big brother! They spent most of a morning playing together in this tent. Bogdan's main goal with his new crawling skills seems to be to follow Jaan around. He'll even turn away from me, to go after Jaan.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I mentioned crawling skills....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="362" height="228"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/10150353538522005"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/10150353538522005" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="362" height="228"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-8712466925372806928?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/8712466925372806928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=8712466925372806928' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/8712466925372806928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/8712466925372806928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/10/tent-dwellers.html' title='Tent dwellers'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XbrG9ox_A3I/Tq5uracddJI/AAAAAAAAFzE/eR3nwQ9li4Q/s72-c/PA290001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-4074271717284002363</id><published>2011-10-24T17:15:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T17:43:16.909+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuteness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ch4zkbwU5JI/TqVzQQq7fLI/AAAAAAAAFy4/Xu6Bp7ydAJw/s1600/PA230043.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ch4zkbwU5JI/TqVzQQq7fLI/AAAAAAAAFy4/Xu6Bp7ydAJw/s320/PA230043.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667062429305765042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RISIXeR8qPs/TqVzPxbY_PI/AAAAAAAAFys/c1YuVa0OJpg/s1600/PA230030.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RISIXeR8qPs/TqVzPxbY_PI/AAAAAAAAFys/c1YuVa0OJpg/s320/PA230030.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667062420919090418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eoZE6_3aTpg/TqVzPiB01wI/AAAAAAAAFyg/tZRR7iUgwyE/s1600/PA230023.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eoZE6_3aTpg/TqVzPiB01wI/AAAAAAAAFyg/tZRR7iUgwyE/s320/PA230023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667062416785331970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150331590277005.337888.558567004&amp;amp;type=1&amp;amp;l=dcb6845434"&gt;I also posted similar photos of all the children recently&lt;/a&gt;. (Click on that.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-4074271717284002363?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/4074271717284002363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=4074271717284002363' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/4074271717284002363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/4074271717284002363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/10/cuteness.html' title='Cuteness!'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ch4zkbwU5JI/TqVzQQq7fLI/AAAAAAAAFy4/Xu6Bp7ydAJw/s72-c/PA230043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-1341389634766601016</id><published>2011-10-22T14:54:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T21:35:12.501+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to write</title><content type='html'>I really need to write something here, and I can't think of what it should be! Off to look at photos....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a pretty one:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vWPW8SSgWko/TqKyRlQqhFI/AAAAAAAAFyU/Y-Tt6B8mySQ/s1600/PA170025.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vWPW8SSgWko/TqKyRlQqhFI/AAAAAAAAFyU/Y-Tt6B8mySQ/s320/PA170025.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666287296315032658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it doesn't really help me know what to write about. We are alive and well and happy. We're not even particularly busy. At least, not busier than usual. Just school, church, a little bit of sickness, and daily life all going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of today, I think I can finally say that Bogdan is sitting up well. He'd much rather move than sit, so he's been slow to reach that milestone. At his seven-month weigh in, he was 8.2 kilograms. His first cold made him utterly miserable, but only for about two days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-1341389634766601016?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/1341389634766601016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=1341389634766601016' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/1341389634766601016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/1341389634766601016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/10/time-to-write.html' title='Time to write'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vWPW8SSgWko/TqKyRlQqhFI/AAAAAAAAFyU/Y-Tt6B8mySQ/s72-c/PA170025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-8587885572417753271</id><published>2011-10-04T13:59:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T15:25:32.991+03:00</updated><title type='text'>September birthdays, part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think today is the day Asya was due, four years ago, so it's an appropriate time to write about her birthday. That, and everyone is napping now, so I have some time to write. Her birthday was September 24. We didn't really do anything super special, but she was thrilled. She had been waiting and waiting for her present, which she knew was a doll and stroller. Getting them was all she needed for a special day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vFu2mTw-F5o/ToBCazIqvdI/AAAAAAAAFxw/ZiGsm-Z6m84/s1600/P9240020.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vFu2mTw-F5o/ToBCazIqvdI/AAAAAAAAFxw/ZiGsm-Z6m84/s320/P9240020.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656594160147938770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;" b=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I'm 4!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oIEr-_cLJaE/ToA_vsKAWbI/AAAAAAAAFxo/8svwJmjW6iI/s1600/P9240027.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oIEr-_cLJaE/ToA_vsKAWbI/AAAAAAAAFxo/8svwJmjW6iI/s320/P9240027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656591220516870578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;" b=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Playing with balloons&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;" b=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: left;clear: both; " b=""&gt;Also, Raia and I had read The Gingerbread Man the day before. I remembered &lt;a href="http://higherupandfurtherin.blogspot.com/2006/12/giant-gingerbread-man.html"&gt;a fun idea&lt;/a&gt; to go with that, something I had seen ages ago. However, when we went to make our Gingerbread &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kolobok"&gt;Kolobok&lt;/a&gt;, we discovered that a certain little sister had dumped out all our ginger. So, we had to put that project off until the next day, when it became that sister's birthday cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TSirj-0w3R8/ToA_vd317ZI/AAAAAAAAFxg/m90v3Strd40/s1600/P9240033.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TSirj-0w3R8/ToA_vd317ZI/AAAAAAAAFxg/m90v3Strd40/s320/P9240033.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656591216682593682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;" b=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Licking batter off spoons, while Raia retells the story.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b-wJr6AasKA/ToA_vHrRO5I/AAAAAAAAFxY/66Vl5PkZsXU/s1600/P9240036.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b-wJr6AasKA/ToA_vHrRO5I/AAAAAAAAFxY/66Vl5PkZsXU/s320/P9240036.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656591210724277138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;" b=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;"He ran away!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6pdGtgsrF0g/ToA_u60ErxI/AAAAAAAAFxQ/m7976DBRz4c/s1600/P9240038.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6pdGtgsrF0g/ToA_u60ErxI/AAAAAAAAFxQ/m7976DBRz4c/s320/P9240038.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656591207271542546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;" b=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Found, on the balcony&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QmXxfDzduS8/ToA_uvx9SUI/AAAAAAAAFxI/A8LuF3DsN_M/s1600/P9240039.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QmXxfDzduS8/ToA_uvx9SUI/AAAAAAAAFxI/A8LuF3DsN_M/s320/P9240039.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656591204309879106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;" b=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Gingerbread Kolobok&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dR9QKKFS8rU/ToA_UR9q-wI/AAAAAAAAFxA/VL2fxJt-v8c/s1600/P9240055.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dR9QKKFS8rU/ToA_UR9q-wI/AAAAAAAAFxA/VL2fxJt-v8c/s320/P9240055.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656590749629348610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;" b=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Going for a walk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-juZXC3atCIc/ToA_UOgL7NI/AAAAAAAAFw4/C8UQjeZa-6w/s1600/P9240062.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-juZXC3atCIc/ToA_UOgL7NI/AAAAAAAAFw4/C8UQjeZa-6w/s320/P9240062.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656590748700372178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;" b=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Watching the birds&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UdYOQWfMkgk/ToA_UEjzetI/AAAAAAAAFww/9_wwXownUDw/s1600/P9240065.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UdYOQWfMkgk/ToA_UEjzetI/AAAAAAAAFww/9_wwXownUDw/s320/P9240065.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656590746031192786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;" b=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;New doll&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ioi8B4QRWoc/ToA_T9gDA3I/AAAAAAAAFwo/k5LHGiqaZg0/s1600/P9240068.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ioi8B4QRWoc/ToA_T9gDA3I/AAAAAAAAFwo/k5LHGiqaZg0/s320/P9240068.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656590744136385394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;" b=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Homeless puppies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nUcOZ5NStfA/ToA_TiDc-LI/AAAAAAAAFwg/sTI4EKZ4yqI/s1600/P9240069.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nUcOZ5NStfA/ToA_TiDc-LI/AAAAAAAAFwg/sTI4EKZ4yqI/s320/P9240069.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656590736768694450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;" b=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swinging&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;" b=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: left;clear: both; " b=""&gt;We had planned to let them jump on the inflatable jumping things that are usually set up in the center, but they weren't there on Asya's birthday. She didn't care. She was just as happy with a family walk. That's Asya! Pleased, happy and thankful for every little treat, all day long... on her birthday and every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-8587885572417753271?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/8587885572417753271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=8587885572417753271' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/8587885572417753271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/8587885572417753271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/10/september-birthdays-part-2.html' title='September birthdays, part 2'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vFu2mTw-F5o/ToBCazIqvdI/AAAAAAAAFxw/ZiGsm-Z6m84/s72-c/P9240020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-7838639973178894534</id><published>2011-10-03T21:24:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T14:47:49.028+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3WiG4gj4WEc/Ton-URsJTHI/AAAAAAAAFyI/3NQMk--49z0/s1600/PA030037.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3WiG4gj4WEc/Ton-URsJTHI/AAAAAAAAFyI/3NQMk--49z0/s320/PA030037.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659334031067139186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-7838639973178894534?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/7838639973178894534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=7838639973178894534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/7838639973178894534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/7838639973178894534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/10/picture.html' title='A picture'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3WiG4gj4WEc/Ton-URsJTHI/AAAAAAAAFyI/3NQMk--49z0/s72-c/PA030037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-6365293105041944781</id><published>2011-10-01T15:09:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T15:17:11.541+03:00</updated><title type='text'>What fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k2TjAq3sLbo/TocDuXTiitI/AAAAAAAAFyA/NB244eYWBYw/s1600/P9300004.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k2TjAq3sLbo/TocDuXTiitI/AAAAAAAAFyA/NB244eYWBYw/s320/P9300004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658495551879154386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;" b=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Тетя Анна? или Дед Мороз?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will's parents and sister are here visiting. They arrived on Thursday, and this is still the only photo I have of any of them. They have taken bunches with their cameras. I just don't have access to those. I guess I'd better get busy with our camera. And this picture does show what is going on here: wild and crazy fun! (Sorry, Anna.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-6365293105041944781?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/6365293105041944781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=6365293105041944781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/6365293105041944781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/6365293105041944781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-fun.html' title='What fun!'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k2TjAq3sLbo/TocDuXTiitI/AAAAAAAAFyA/NB244eYWBYw/s72-c/P9300004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-1354605657131446788</id><published>2011-09-28T11:17:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T11:42:24.578+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor kitty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7gYSqdYyNOo/ToLYVZayldI/AAAAAAAAFx4/Pr27gNCkglk/s1600/P9250001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7gYSqdYyNOo/ToLYVZayldI/AAAAAAAAFx4/Pr27gNCkglk/s320/P9250001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657321944042870226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;" b=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;No, he's not doing what it looks like.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look again. Zhenya was actually cooling his backside in his water dish (and drooling). It would have been hilarious, if he hadn't been so miserable. Our poor cat had kidney stones. &lt;img class="smilie" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/fylliska/frown.gif" /&gt; We didn't know what was wrong, but it was obvious that he was in agony and was trying anything for relief. I thought he was going to die. On Monday Will took him to the vet. He had to stay and help, and apparently it was terrible! Poor Zhenya wouldn't have lasted much longer without treatment. It looks like he's on the mend now, though.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will is going to be qualified to work as a veterinary assistant after all this. Zhenya has to have oral medicine every two hours and four shots a day. Will is taking care of all that. We had no idea that a little street kitten could be so much trouble! So far, he's had a terrible time with one surgery, fallen off the balcony, developed a very sensitive stomach, and now he's had kidney stones. I don't believe in babying animals, but just being a good pet owner is a challenge with this one. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is a good little kitty, when he's not driving us crazy. &lt;img class="smilie" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/fylliska/smile.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-1354605657131446788?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/1354605657131446788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=1354605657131446788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/1354605657131446788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/1354605657131446788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/09/poor-kitty.html' title='Poor kitty!'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7gYSqdYyNOo/ToLYVZayldI/AAAAAAAAFx4/Pr27gNCkglk/s72-c/P9250001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-249120524985206779</id><published>2011-09-25T17:01:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T11:58:50.785+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Ukrainian dacha'/><title type='text'>September birthdays, part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Asya's birthday was yesterday, but I'll write about Jaan's first. His special day came at the end of our dacha week. The days leading up to it had been rainy, but the sun came out for his birthday. First there was a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VcXUKqX4PVo/Tn80210ghSI/AAAAAAAAFwE/cqY5SG1tyf0/s1600/P9100072.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VcXUKqX4PVo/Tn80210ghSI/AAAAAAAAFwE/cqY5SG1tyf0/s320/P9100072.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656297773765526818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;" b=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;...special breakfast.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U1eaiVsatjw/Tn802giKw0I/AAAAAAAAFv8/7ucEe8EgHrA/s1600/P9100074.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U1eaiVsatjw/Tn802giKw0I/AAAAAAAAFv8/7ucEe8EgHrA/s320/P9100074.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656297768051458882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;" b=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;The beginning of the treasure hunt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: left;clear: both; " b=""&gt;After breakfast I started them on a treasure hunt. They had to do eight tasks to get to Jaan's present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RgBp3y8zaXY/Tn802bRZXxI/AAAAAAAAFv0/IlHOY47vjAQ/s1600/P9100075.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RgBp3y8zaXY/Tn802bRZXxI/AAAAAAAAFv0/IlHOY47vjAQ/s320/P9100075.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656297766638935826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;" b=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;One of the tasks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w70k7XECBqg/Tn80pe3MJyI/AAAAAAAAFvs/gtaISoNStuE/s1600/P9100076.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w70k7XECBqg/Tn80pe3MJyI/AAAAAAAAFvs/gtaISoNStuE/s320/P9100076.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656297544264460066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;" b=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Climb as high as you can." (See Jaan?)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Km8kIoA1HkQ/Tn80pGs_A5I/AAAAAAAAFvk/wr87BI4jhMc/s1600/P9100078.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Km8kIoA1HkQ/Tn80pGs_A5I/AAAAAAAAFvk/wr87BI4jhMc/s320/P9100078.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656297537779205010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;" b=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;A treasure hidden in the dark, scary chicken house&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zHcOxj4sQDk/Tn80ot68k5I/AAAAAAAAFvc/Lld6sIKku9k/s1600/P9100080.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zHcOxj4sQDk/Tn80ot68k5I/AAAAAAAAFvc/Lld6sIKku9k/s320/P9100080.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656297531126879122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;" b=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spectators&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n5vkzGiOyJw/Tn80odcxdTI/AAAAAAAAFvU/dHBMy9F7xwA/s1600/P9100081.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n5vkzGiOyJw/Tn80odcxdTI/AAAAAAAAFvU/dHBMy9F7xwA/s320/P9100081.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656297526705354034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;" b=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Fishing in the swamp"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: left;clear: both; " b=""&gt;He finally found his present hanging from a string in "the swamp." (It's really not swampy; tall, pretty grass just grows there, so they call it the swamp.) Jaan had been saying for ages that he wanted a flashlight for his birthday. Then, he happened to see a real Maglight in a store in Zaporozhye, and he kept talking about it. He thought it was an impossible dream, but Papa made a special, secret trip the day before Jaan's birthday. &lt;img class="smilie" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/fylliska/smile.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wsqDbEgVVMI/Tn80oLfr3UI/AAAAAAAAFvM/ivPgUcnnNJY/s1600/P9100083.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wsqDbEgVVMI/Tn80oLfr3UI/AAAAAAAAFvM/ivPgUcnnNJY/s320/P9100083.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656297521885732162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;" b=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;A birthday s'more, instead of cake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: left;clear: both; " b=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: left;clear: both; " b=""&gt;The next day he also took a cake to Sunday school and celebrated there, but I don't have any photos of that. And now he's EIGHT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-249120524985206779?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/249120524985206779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=249120524985206779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/249120524985206779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/249120524985206779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/09/september-birthdays-part-1.html' title='September birthdays, part 1'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VcXUKqX4PVo/Tn80210ghSI/AAAAAAAAFwE/cqY5SG1tyf0/s72-c/P9100072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-4051848979708702335</id><published>2011-09-19T16:39:00.013+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T11:53:45.724+03:00</updated><title type='text'>An average school day</title><content type='html'>I enjoyed my new internet friend's &lt;a href="http://thoughtsaftergod.blogspot.com/2011/09/2011-2012-term-one-average-day-chart.html"&gt;average day post&lt;/a&gt;, so I'm doing one of my own here. The photos mixed in might not be entirely an &lt;i&gt;average&lt;/i&gt; day. They're all from school time during our dacha week. They do show how portable our school is. &lt;img class="smilie" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/fylliska/smile.gif" /&gt; Just imagine most of them transposed to an apartment with slightly cleaner children, and they'll be a little more average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We start each school day over breakfast, usually at the table, but the dacha variation was around the campfire. I read Bible stories to them, alternating between passages from the New Testament and Old, every other day. We also alternate languages, every other term. Right now we're reading in English, so we use &lt;i&gt;The Child's Story Bible&lt;/i&gt; for OT and &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/23580"&gt;The Children's Bible&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (on Kindle!) for NT. When we read in Russian, we go straight from the Bible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oUB81lgJL7Y/TnX5qkE0MzI/AAAAAAAAFsg/6R-s_hM-fFg/s1600/P9070012.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oUB81lgJL7Y/TnX5qkE0MzI/AAAAAAAAFsg/6R-s_hM-fFg/s320/P9070012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653699416867222322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Bible, we read poetry: &lt;a href="http://amblesideonline.org/WalterDeLaMare.shtml"&gt;Walter de la Mare&lt;/a&gt; for Jaan in Year 2, &lt;i&gt;A Child's Garden of Verses&lt;/i&gt; for Year 0, and Тютчев for Russian. Then we sing &lt;a href="http://amblesideonline.org/Hymns.shtml"&gt;hymns&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://amblesideonline.org/Folksongs.shtml"&gt;folk songs&lt;/a&gt;. This is the first term that I've seen them really getting into the songs, enjoying them and learning the words well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0iqSrTfhKI4/TnX8uttTLYI/AAAAAAAAFso/zUF3pZSdKQc/s1600/P9080051.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0iqSrTfhKI4/TnX8uttTLYI/AAAAAAAAFso/zUF3pZSdKQc/s320/P9080051.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653702786707303810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;" b=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jaan had smoke in his eyes; Asya was SINGING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jaan and Raia then repeat their memory work. Asya has had a part of that for the past few weeks, too, as we've been getting ready for Zhatva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dTcLlAzbGUc/TnX9m-ei0hI/AAAAAAAAFsw/bCINgxV3KY0/s1600/P9070014.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dTcLlAzbGUc/TnX9m-ei0hI/AAAAAAAAFsw/bCINgxV3KY0/s320/P9070014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653703753281491474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three ragamuffins recite a poem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All that is "morning school." Then they're free (usually to play outside) until after lunch. When lunch is over, Asya has rest time. We're transitioning her out of actually napping, but she still falls asleep most days while listening to an audio book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xWC85l7O1CY/TnYZJfXxhcI/AAAAAAAAFtY/etc_ZCsvikk/s1600/P9070036.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xWC85l7O1CY/TnYZJfXxhcI/AAAAAAAAFtY/etc_ZCsvikk/s320/P9070036.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653734033040967106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;" b=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Resting with Pushkin on the iPod&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Asya rests, I do school with Raia and Jaan, each separately. The one who's not working, either reads (Jaan), or listens some with Asya, or does some other quiet activity. Raia's school consists of reading books from the &lt;a href="http://www.amblesideonline.org/00.shtml"&gt;Ambleside Online Year 0 book list&lt;/a&gt; and working on &lt;a href="http://www.amblesideonline.org/CMAttainments.shtml"&gt;other accomplishments&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AKRu47WMrRo/TncAZrjVDYI/AAAAAAAAFto/D3-idZkCTyI/s1600/P9070030.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AKRu47WMrRo/TncAZrjVDYI/AAAAAAAAFto/D3-idZkCTyI/s320/P9070030.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653988298374581634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;" b=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Practicing handwriting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, I read to her, usually while she draws, then we do some kind of activity. During that dacha week I read &lt;i&gt;The Little House, The Little Engine that Could, Ox-Cart Man, Ferdinand&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Make Way for Ducklings&lt;/i&gt; to her. She worked on recognizing number groups (&lt;a href="http://www.amblesideonline.org/CMAttainments.shtml"&gt;attainment #3&lt;/a&gt;), a lesson from our reading book (#4), copying her name (#5), learned about directions by making a sun compass and playing with a magnetic compass (#6), and dictated a description of our dacha property (#7). Remember, one of those activities for each day, not all at once!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CqOg3R2flfE/Tnb_9tJm3JI/AAAAAAAAFtg/MA85vEUOfFw/s1600/P9080063.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CqOg3R2flfE/Tnb_9tJm3JI/AAAAAAAAFtg/MA85vEUOfFw/s320/P9080063.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653987817767230610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;" b=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Using a compass&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;" b=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: left;clear: both; " b=""&gt;Then it's Jaan's turn. Or, actually, on the three days of the week that he has music school, he goes first. He has a good bit more work to do. I have a chart that we go through, with places for me to check off or write in what lessons we did in math, reading (phonics), Russian, copywork, and Ukrainian. In between those subjects, I read &lt;a href="http://amblesideonline.org/02sch.shtml"&gt;AO selections&lt;/a&gt; to him, and he narrates them back to me. We don't have a set order or schedule. I just try to vary types of activities and work on the harder parts before he gets tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: left;clear: both; " b=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIiiyggMaAg/TndTcHwk-wI/AAAAAAAAFuA/6NcpQI0i0_0/s1600/P9070034.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIiiyggMaAg/TndTcHwk-wI/AAAAAAAAFuA/6NcpQI0i0_0/s320/P9070034.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654079599771187970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;" b=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Russian&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;" b=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;" b=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The whole time we're doing afternoon school, Bogdan either...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yWEEBA-J5s4/TndTbEuok9I/AAAAAAAAFtw/2zJQ1ajZK2c/s1600/P9060001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yWEEBA-J5s4/TndTbEuok9I/AAAAAAAAFtw/2zJQ1ajZK2c/s320/P9060001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654079581777859538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;" b=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;...sleeps...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;" b=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-glxiexaZ6O8/TndTb4wZ39I/AAAAAAAAFt4/jNctcvOSoaU/s1600/P9070033.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-glxiexaZ6O8/TndTb4wZ39I/AAAAAAAAFt4/jNctcvOSoaU/s320/P9070033.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654079595743928274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;" b=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;...or listens.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;" b=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He actually really loves to listen in. He seems to follow all the reading aloud very intently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And that pretty much summarizes an average day in Hunsucker Homeschool. Oh, one more photo, just because I like it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y2VZ0JbMJaI/TndV0NyvOsI/AAAAAAAAFuI/Rj3NZMCmgTM/s1600/P9080050.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y2VZ0JbMJaI/TndV0NyvOsI/AAAAAAAAFuI/Rj3NZMCmgTM/s320/P9080050.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654082212730976962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-4051848979708702335?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/4051848979708702335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=4051848979708702335' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/4051848979708702335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/4051848979708702335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/09/average-school-day.html' title='An average school day'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oUB81lgJL7Y/TnX5qkE0MzI/AAAAAAAAFsg/6R-s_hM-fFg/s72-c/P9070012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-8944203716466234283</id><published>2011-09-18T18:16:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T18:16:28.452+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Жатва 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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There was no church camp, and our family didn't spend much time at our dacha. Instead, we just kept busy with a more usual round of things, mixed in with special events. All summer long, Will kept up the twice-weekly “youth” meetings (for people of all ages), plus he preached almost every week and went to choir practices and leaders meetings. Two of the youth have started taking Bible college classes, and they're excited about traveling and visiting other churches. So far, we've gone on one of those trips, and another one is in the works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after the wedding on the other side of Ukraine that I mentioned in our last letter, we were able to help with another wedding here. A young couple from a village nearby wanted to use the church here, for their wedding. We didn't know them well beforehand, but we and the youth here got to know them some during the preparations, wedding day, and in the time after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, we didn't have camp here, but Will took Jaan and another little boy to a Christian camp down on the Azov Sea. They had a wonderful time! Also, just when I was thinking that this would be the first summer in years when I didn't have anything to do with camp at all, we were invited to a short day camp that another church was putting on. I went with our children, and we all really enjoyed that. A big highlight of the summer was a visit from a friend who lives in Moscow. We spent two weeks enjoying her company, swimming, talking, and being encouraged by time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as family news: Jaan went to camp, like I already said. Raia turned six years old, and she also broke her arm. That was the first big injury in our family and a new experience for us, but God carried us through it all with special peace and ease. She's fine now. I don't know that Asya had any big highlights to her summer, but she's a very happy little girl who spends most of her time pretending to be Cinderella or living some other fairy tale and saying things that make us laugh. Just now, she pointed out a dead spider and told me that it is really Sleeping Beauty. Bogdan is almost six months old; he's a big, happy, mostly easy-going baby, who loves to smile at everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do lift up our prayer requests and also let us know how we can pray for you!&lt;br /&gt;Love and prayers,&lt;br /&gt;Will and Phyllis Hunsucker&lt;br /&gt;Jaan, Raia, Asya and Bogdan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer requests:&lt;br /&gt;• Will's parents are coming to visit! Pray for safe travels, a good visit, and health.&lt;br /&gt;• Homeschool, Sunday School, music school: please pray for all three.&lt;br /&gt;• Zhatva (harvest holiday) will be Sept. 18.&lt;br /&gt;• The weekly round for Will: Bible studies, sermons and prep.&lt;br /&gt;• Grace and unity in this church.&lt;br /&gt;• Translating: Will is doing this for Gospelink again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-1432999037212404161?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/1432999037212404161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=1432999037212404161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/1432999037212404161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/1432999037212404161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/09/summer-prayer-letter.html' title='Summer prayer letter'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-5468142921987027696</id><published>2011-09-13T13:01:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T14:03:26.018+03:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first few days of school, then our first week--which was also a dacha week--and now we're home and into the second week. I wanted to write about our first day, before it's ancient history, and I'd also like to write about the whole first week. Anyway, first day: I already posted my &lt;a href="http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html"&gt;one favorite photo&lt;/a&gt; from the day, but I hope you're ready for a bunch more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On the morning of September 1, Raia was the first one up, but the others soon followed her. Raia ran straight to the calendar to see if the long-awaited day had arrived. And this is how that day went:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-axbwSfZnciY/Tm4Rq5amJ-I/AAAAAAAAFsI/0jm3-2JCtqc/s1600/P9010063.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-axbwSfZnciY/Tm4Rq5amJ-I/AAAAAAAAFsI/0jm3-2JCtqc/s320/P9010063.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Checking the calendar: yes! today is the day!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GiATf7w51OU/Tm8q6lBLWAI/AAAAAAAAFsY/yneqB0mm4NQ/s1600/P9010081.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GiATf7w51OU/Tm8q6lBLWAI/AAAAAAAAFsY/yneqB0mm4NQ/s320/P9010081.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pancake breakfast, encouragement from the Bible, and fun&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(I also "interviewed" them. I need to get their answers typed up here....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSMlFX8APWc/Tm4RsrpLzxI/AAAAAAAAFsM/5W0jqn4N-Lw/s1600/P9010064.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSMlFX8APWc/Tm4RsrpLzxI/AAAAAAAAFsM/5W0jqn4N-Lw/s320/P9010064.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Official opening of the school table&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u1NKGaRWvvM/Tm4RwmRqzFI/AAAAAAAAFsU/A07HrUxlw8c/s1600/P9010114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u1NKGaRWvvM/Tm4RwmRqzFI/AAAAAAAAFsU/A07HrUxlw8c/s320/P9010114.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pictures in the park&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FYCn8nZ0E3Y/Tm4RupQbAyI/AAAAAAAAFsQ/OD3GBIo7MNM/s1600/P9010088.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FYCn8nZ0E3Y/Tm4RupQbAyI/AAAAAAAAFsQ/OD3GBIo7MNM/s320/P9010088.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A stop at the music school&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1reaBcZOano/Tm4RjQxp6GI/AAAAAAAAFr4/Yq0FwsXuEaU/s1600/P9010002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1reaBcZOano/Tm4RjQxp6GI/AAAAAAAAFr4/Yq0FwsXuEaU/s320/P9010002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;First lessons!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PQy1I0z5InE/Tm4RlPFpJoI/AAAAAAAAFr8/OHxFvVSAUq0/s1600/P9010012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PQy1I0z5InE/Tm4RlPFpJoI/AAAAAAAAFr8/OHxFvVSAUq0/s320/P9010012.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Celebratory tea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-srzfJK6hem4/Tm4Ro7rNlKI/AAAAAAAAFsE/NSE3I-3LHZk/s1600/P9010018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-srzfJK6hem4/Tm4Ro7rNlKI/AAAAAAAAFsE/NSE3I-3LHZk/s320/P9010018.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy little student&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ArU63p8OIEI/Tm4RncGwFeI/AAAAAAAAFsA/_FPUlnZRwL4/s1600/P9010017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ArU63p8OIEI/Tm4RncGwFeI/AAAAAAAAFsA/_FPUlnZRwL4/s320/P9010017.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He wants to study applesauce!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-5468142921987027696?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/5468142921987027696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=5468142921987027696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/5468142921987027696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/5468142921987027696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First day of school'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-axbwSfZnciY/Tm4Rq5amJ-I/AAAAAAAAFsI/0jm3-2JCtqc/s72-c/P9010063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-6816763578577338058</id><published>2011-09-05T19:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T19:38:04.288+03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Do you like my hat?"</title><content type='html'>I meant to write today, but they day got away from me. Instead, I'll just share a smile with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R2BF2Tz3TLE/TmT6sa4xxwI/AAAAAAAAFr0/rrs57RGojE8/s1600/P9050006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R2BF2Tz3TLE/TmT6sa4xxwI/AAAAAAAAFr0/rrs57RGojE8/s320/P9050006.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-6816763578577338058?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/6816763578577338058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=6816763578577338058' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/6816763578577338058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/6816763578577338058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/09/do-you-like-my-hat.html' title='&quot;Do you like my hat?&quot;'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R2BF2Tz3TLE/TmT6sa4xxwI/AAAAAAAAFr0/rrs57RGojE8/s72-c/P9050006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-6761997323061486795</id><published>2011-09-01T16:25:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T16:29:49.158+03:00</updated><title type='text'>С Днем Знаний!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Happy first day of school! Hunsucker Homeschool (and the rest of Eastern Europe) started school today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fS52zOG8CCw/Tl-H7MBOtRI/AAAAAAAAFrs/CQlIKJ8DlRg/s1600/P9010095_2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fS52zOG8CCw/Tl-H7MBOtRI/AAAAAAAAFrs/CQlIKJ8DlRg/s320/P9010095_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647381908654306578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to write details about our day sometime soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-6761997323061486795?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/6761997323061486795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=6761997323061486795' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/6761997323061486795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/6761997323061486795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='С Днем Знаний!'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fS52zOG8CCw/Tl-H7MBOtRI/AAAAAAAAFrs/CQlIKJ8DlRg/s72-c/P9010095_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-8089955871311901555</id><published>2011-08-28T16:17:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T16:47:24.086+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Ukrainian dacha'/><title type='text'>Bogdan's nature study</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150280351742005.327333.558567004&amp;amp;l=79d997bb2b&amp;amp;type=1"&gt;a wonderful, beautiful day at our dacha&lt;/a&gt; on Friday. It was especially fun to see Bogdan enjoying it all. He was very busy, taking it all in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XZvvVrxDahY/TlpCM12EEwI/AAAAAAAAFrc/LVx38oC519w/s1600/P8260006.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XZvvVrxDahY/TlpCM12EEwI/AAAAAAAAFrc/LVx38oC519w/s320/P8260006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645897871242040066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tasting a grape&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zcJXR2dk3ZM/TlpBgCmmUZI/AAAAAAAAFrU/iFH1klf7C_k/s1600/P8260038.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zcJXR2dk3ZM/TlpBgCmmUZI/AAAAAAAAFrU/iFH1klf7C_k/s320/P8260038.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645897101572723090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Touching an apple&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8rkBtKqdj-c/TlpGkcymfAI/AAAAAAAAFrk/v7KmLL1rpCk/s1600/P8260041.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8rkBtKqdj-c/TlpGkcymfAI/AAAAAAAAFrk/v7KmLL1rpCk/s320/P8260041.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645902674880003074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to the birds (and singing with them)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BUhgz-AoC-0/TlpBfz5YUoI/AAAAAAAAFrM/f2uUUoihFlo/s1600/P8260040.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BUhgz-AoC-0/TlpBfz5YUoI/AAAAAAAAFrM/f2uUUoihFlo/s320/P8260040.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645897097624965762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Thumb break)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-65k7o89hJ-Y/TlpBfnpC80I/AAAAAAAAFrE/CtuA1_BLfFQ/s1600/P8260054.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-65k7o89hJ-Y/TlpBfnpC80I/AAAAAAAAFrE/CtuA1_BLfFQ/s320/P8260054.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645897094335230786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Watching his siblings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y6wNQoILXT4/TlpBfewbkJI/AAAAAAAAFq8/tFVDFdeZ9Ag/s1600/P8260058.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y6wNQoILXT4/TlpBfewbkJI/AAAAAAAAFq8/tFVDFdeZ9Ag/s320/P8260058.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645897091950284946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;...and a spider&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fyCjuutcHQE/TlpBfb1wiJI/AAAAAAAAFq0/Hbi5FfqqMKc/s1600/P8260060.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fyCjuutcHQE/TlpBfb1wiJI/AAAAAAAAFq0/Hbi5FfqqMKc/s320/P8260060.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645897091167324306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Smelling the roses&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-8089955871311901555?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/8089955871311901555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=8089955871311901555' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/8089955871311901555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/8089955871311901555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/08/bogdans-nature-study.html' title='Bogdan&apos;s nature study'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XZvvVrxDahY/TlpCM12EEwI/AAAAAAAAFrc/LVx38oC519w/s72-c/P8260006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-7927576628370524748</id><published>2011-08-23T13:27:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T13:49:12.705+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Kushugum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On Sunday we went with some of the youth to visit a church in a small town called Kushugum. Will preached and led the singing. Sasha also preached, and Lyuda and Yana read poems. After church, we enjoyed lunch together, and then they brought out a trampoline! That's what our children will remember. I laugh at how they refer to the churches in this region: one is "the church with a goat and turkeys," another is just "the big church," and there's "the church where we ate raspberries." Kushugum will go down in the records as "the church with the trampoline."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PI9Wsh-4OqE/TlOCcKkRd3I/AAAAAAAAFqs/aSsdSVMBJeM/s1600/P8210005.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PI9Wsh-4OqE/TlOCcKkRd3I/AAAAAAAAFqs/aSsdSVMBJeM/s320/P8210005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643998178409805682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;On the way there&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yakxQKrRHe8/TlOCSxAZSEI/AAAAAAAAFqk/NQcw23-dqHM/s1600/P8210006.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yakxQKrRHe8/TlOCSxAZSEI/AAAAAAAAFqk/NQcw23-dqHM/s320/P8210006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643998016929613890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The group&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TD9d3uLjI7k/TlOBEgL-iAI/AAAAAAAAFqc/hfvr3Y2gnnU/s1600/P8210010.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TD9d3uLjI7k/TlOBEgL-iAI/AAAAAAAAFqc/hfvr3Y2gnnU/s320/P8210010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643996672384993282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lunch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MxoPNR-88g8/TlOBEduFCHI/AAAAAAAAFqU/nrgFZXxQwPU/s1600/P8210015.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MxoPNR-88g8/TlOBEduFCHI/AAAAAAAAFqU/nrgFZXxQwPU/s320/P8210015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643996671722719346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jumping!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6b_ksjEr5SE/TlOBEC0RZoI/AAAAAAAAFqM/6oHjltyCn1g/s1600/P8210018.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6b_ksjEr5SE/TlOBEC0RZoI/AAAAAAAAFqM/6oHjltyCn1g/s320/P8210018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643996664500938370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was loving the sky.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SN00yC4_chU/TlOBD3d08WI/AAAAAAAAFqE/wMMFCCJCb2s/s1600/P8210023.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SN00yC4_chU/TlOBD3d08WI/AAAAAAAAFqE/wMMFCCJCb2s/s320/P8210023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643996661454008674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bogdan liked the trampoline, too.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EHpOFwIEwKw/TlOBDun1SKI/AAAAAAAAFp8/eJ9HQPHtDwk/s1600/P8210026.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EHpOFwIEwKw/TlOBDun1SKI/AAAAAAAAFp8/eJ9HQPHtDwk/s320/P8210026.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643996659080054946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stopping for a drink&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-7927576628370524748?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/7927576628370524748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=7927576628370524748' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/7927576628370524748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/7927576628370524748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/08/kushugum.html' title='Kushugum'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PI9Wsh-4OqE/TlOCcKkRd3I/AAAAAAAAFqs/aSsdSVMBJeM/s72-c/P8210005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-5852423287780659114</id><published>2011-08-19T16:48:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T17:34:35.223+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mittens, Transfiguration and kitten</title><content type='html'>A new cultural note: when we stepped outside this morning, our elderly neighbor, who loves Bogdan, took one look at him and said, "Where are his mittens?" I thought I was doing well to have socks, long sleeves and a hat on him, when the weather had just turned mildly breezy. (Mild, in my opinion. To others, it's probably a dangerously cold wind!) So, I just said, "Mittens?" He replied, "Yes, mittens. Today is Spas!" Well, I knew that today we celebrate the Transfiguration, but the only folk traditions I knew about that have to do with apples and grapes. Dedushka didn't explain any further, so we went on to visit our friend.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got to her apartment, I asked her how mittens and Spas are tied together. She didn't know. Her mother, however, told us a little saying right off: "Пришёл Спас — держи рукавички про запас!" (Spas is here, get your gloves ready!) And she explained that this is traditionally the time to get the mittens out and actually to get the whole winter wardrobe ready. So, I learned something new. &lt;img class="smilie" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/fylliska/smile.gif" /&gt; Also, as I've noticed before, people here really do celebrate the holidays. In Russia, our neighbors often asked me to find out what the holiday was. Here they don't; everyone knows! I even saw one babushka coming back from the Orthodox church with her basket full of fruit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OMYUSrPFrA8/Tk5xLfEOWII/AAAAAAAAFpE/4k2kePllRSA/s1600/P8180010.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OMYUSrPFrA8/Tk5xLfEOWII/AAAAAAAAFpE/4k2kePllRSA/s320/P8180010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642571825273526402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just threw "kitten" in up there so that I could write about Bogdan. (Or so that I could ask which of these it not like the others?) Bogdan has recently noticed that we have a cat, and he is utterly fascinated. The cat is actually finally starting to reconcile himself to the fact that we have a baby, too. Every time Bogdan sees Budya-Zhenya, his whole body goes stiff, starts quivering, and then he begins flapping and kicking. The night before last, I put Bogdan down where he could &lt;i&gt;watch&lt;/i&gt; Zhenya. A minute later, Jaan said, "Mama, you know Zhenya could scratch him." I was going to explain that I had put him far away specifically to avoid that, when I looked up and saw that Bogdan had both hands full of kitty! He had scooted and rolled all the way down to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O1km6L_RcHs/Tk5z-QxH0WI/AAAAAAAAFpM/1RhU3hqlgRA/s1600/P8180013.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O1km6L_RcHs/Tk5z-QxH0WI/AAAAAAAAFpM/1RhU3hqlgRA/s320/P8180013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642574896631894370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-5852423287780659114?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/5852423287780659114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=5852423287780659114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/5852423287780659114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/5852423287780659114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/08/mittens-transfiguration-and-kitten.html' title='Mittens, Transfiguration and kitten'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OMYUSrPFrA8/Tk5xLfEOWII/AAAAAAAAFpE/4k2kePllRSA/s72-c/P8180010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-1160692729676989145</id><published>2011-08-14T14:03:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T14:26:03.464+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Etc</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-VdyOul-Gg/Tkerg0bV13I/AAAAAAAAFoo/wK2_PFB7XdI/s1600/P8100015.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-VdyOul-Gg/Tkerg0bV13I/AAAAAAAAFoo/wK2_PFB7XdI/s320/P8100015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640665638622320498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Will says this photo is iconic... of something.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I haven't written for over a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We've been swimming (and sweating) a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Raia got her cast off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our children really enjoyed a little day camp put on by another church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bogdan is five months old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Will moved a (literal) ton of scrap metal at church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today is cooler, and it's finally raining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-1160692729676989145?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/1160692729676989145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=1160692729676989145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/1160692729676989145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/1160692729676989145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/08/etc.html' title='Etc'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-VdyOul-Gg/Tkerg0bV13I/AAAAAAAAFoo/wK2_PFB7XdI/s72-c/P8100015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-9203726922266994556</id><published>2011-08-04T10:31:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T08:00:13.677+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science of Relations'/><title type='text'>School planning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I would like to write more about homeschooling on this blog, including a kind of general intro to our homeschool, but right now, I need to get down to the more practical part. Hopefully more homeschooling posts will come soon. (This post and a few others were stuck in Drafts. I'm letting them out now. &lt;img class="smilie" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/fylliska/smile.gif" /&gt; )&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've been wanting to start on plans for the next school year, but I just haven't had a chance. Judging from what I see around the internet, lots of homeschool families have already started back to school. We have almost a month to go. Still, I need to get busy! Alina took everyone except for Bogdan out to play, so I have a few hours free....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year Jaan will be doing Ambleside Online &lt;a href="http://amblesideonline.org/02bks.shtml"&gt;Year 2&lt;/a&gt;, and Raia will be in &lt;a href="http://www.amblesideonline.org/00.shtml"&gt;Year 0&lt;/a&gt;. (Year 0 really includes all the preschool years, but I'm doing an "official" Year 0 with her, one last year of prep before she heads into Year 1.) I guess they're in grades 3 and 1? Or 2 and K? Who knows or cares about that part? &lt;img class="smilie" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/fylliska/smile.gif" /&gt; (Ah, I like &lt;a href="http://www.elizabethfoss.com/reallearning/2011/07/lets-talk-about-learning-with-little-ones.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;: related to my thoughts about what grade and Raia... and Asya.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Year 2 will be pretty much exactly &lt;a href="http://amblesideonline.org/02sch.shtml"&gt;as it's written out on the web site&lt;/a&gt;. Beyond AO, I add in MEP math, Ukrainian as a foreign language, and Russian history, literature, poetry, hymns and folk songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Raia I'm planning to take time each day to read books from &lt;a href="http://www.amblesideonline.org/00.shtml"&gt;the AO book list&lt;/a&gt; to her and work on the "&lt;a href="http://www.amblesideonline.org/CMAttainments.shtml"&gt;List of Attainments&lt;/a&gt;." She'll continue to listen to audio books for Russian literature. At least at first, I'm going to set reading lessons aside; she hasn't seemed ready for them, so far. I'll reevaluate that after the first term.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both Jaan and Raia--plus Asya and Bogdan--will be a part of Bible, poetry, memory work and songs around the breakfast table every day. This year I want to try adding &lt;a href="http://www.amblesideonline.org/ArtSch.shtml"&gt;art&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.amblesideonline.org/ComposerSch.shtml"&gt;composer study&lt;/a&gt; (appreciation) at supper. Note to self: it would be nice to make a song book, memory books for both Jaan and Raia (three binders total for all that), find poetry, print out art, and get music onto my Kindle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I just need to get that planned out on paper and find my resources....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-9203726922266994556?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/9203726922266994556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=9203726922266994556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/9203726922266994556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/9203726922266994556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/08/school-planning.html' title='School planning'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-2422476321855579782</id><published>2011-08-03T13:43:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T14:36:05.067+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Raia update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Thank you for all your prayers and emails for Raia. I think she's doing really well! It's been two weeks now, so she should be getting her cast off soon. Having a broken arm really hasn't seemed to bother her much. Even though she's left-handed, she's becoming quite proficient with her right hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bNiS4rA1ngU/TjkooDyl9iI/AAAAAAAAFoU/AYoX8se4OiI/s1600/P8020015.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bNiS4rA1ngU/TjkooDyl9iI/AAAAAAAAFoU/AYoX8se4OiI/s320/P8020015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636581077308274210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you can't tell, her sling is full of pears and flowers in the picture above. I just stopped her from climbing the pear tree, but she still clambered all over the steep hill that it's on and collected what she could.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please keep praying for good healing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-2422476321855579782?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/2422476321855579782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=2422476321855579782' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/2422476321855579782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/2422476321855579782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/08/raia-update.html' title='Raia update'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bNiS4rA1ngU/TjkooDyl9iI/AAAAAAAAFoU/AYoX8se4OiI/s72-c/P8020015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-1814731924005953261</id><published>2011-07-29T09:49:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T21:04:44.837+02:00</updated><title type='text'>TV? (Updated)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another update: &lt;a href="http://web.yesnetwork.com/media/video.jsp?topic_id=22273104"&gt;More video&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay, this is really weird; I'm writing about TV. In April there was a documentary about "The Boy From Baby House No. 10." I couldn't find it online then, but last night I did. It was very close to home for us, because our dear friends adopted Vanya/John's best friend. I should go find &lt;a href="http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2009/06/rewind-1-sullivans-visit-part-1.html"&gt;some photos from the last time they visited us&lt;/a&gt;.... You can see them in the documentary a few times, if you watch carefully. (Would Andrei be embarrassed if I say that he was really cute back then? &lt;img class="smilie" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/fylliska/smile.gif" style="font-style: italic; " /&gt;) We even went to that baby house with them once or twice. What brought this back to mind now was that they'll all be on the Today Show today! We're planning to &lt;a href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/26184891"&gt;watch that online&lt;/a&gt;. Maybe I can come back and add a direct link later. Here's where we watched the earlier show:&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bing.com/videos/watch/video/the-boy-from-baby-house-10-part-1/6u0gp1d?cpkey=3ee725f4-713d-4b5d-abc6-caad85f9ed3f%7Cdate%20line%20boy%20from%20baby%20house%2010%7C%7C%7C"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bing.com/videos/watch/video/the-boy-from-baby-house-10-part-2/67g1hlu?cpkey=3ee725f4-713d-4b5d-abc6-caad85f9ed3f%7Cdate%20line%20boy%20from%20baby%20house%2010%7C%7C%7C"&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bing.com/videos/watch/video/the-boy-from-baby-house-10-part-3/6j7lti3?cpkey=3ee725f4-713d-4b5d-abc6-caad85f9ed3f%7Cdate%20line%20boy%20from%20baby%20house%2010%7C%7C%7C"&gt;Part 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bing.com/videos/watch/video/the-boy-from-baby-house-10-part-4/6gu99nj?cpkey=3ee725f4-713d-4b5d-abc6-caad85f9ed3f%7Cdate%20line%20boy%20from%20baby%20house%2010%7C%7C%7C"&gt;Part 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bing.com/videos/watch/video/the-boy-from-baby-house-10-part-5/6lms085?cpkey=3ee725f4-713d-4b5d-abc6-caad85f9ed3f%7Cdate%20line%20boy%20from%20baby%20house%2010%7C%7C%7C"&gt;Part 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bing.com/videos/watch/video/the-boy-from-baby-house-10-part-6/65sgajr?cpkey=3ee725f4-713d-4b5d-abc6-caad85f9ed3f%7Cdate%20line%20boy%20from%20baby%20house%2010%7C%7C%7C"&gt;Part 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I list them all out like that, because they're kind of hard to find in order over there.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pray for the orphans! God gave John and Andrei families, but there are so, so many left behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The New York Yankees had a nice &lt;a href="http://newyork.yankees.mlb.com/photos/gallery.jsp?content_id=22463166&amp;amp;c_id=nyy&amp;amp;imgId=1&amp;amp;tcid=fb_share"&gt;slideshow&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://newyork.yankees.mlb.com/news/article.jsp?ymd=20110729&amp;amp;content_id=22463136&amp;amp;vkey=news_nyy&amp;amp;c_id=nyy"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt;. I don't know how much the Today Show played on TV; there wasn't much online. &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.msnbc.msn.com%2Fid%2F43941882%2Fdisplaymode%2F1283%2Fref%2F32545640%2Ffor%2Ffacebookvideo%2Ftp%2F1000%255E434880&amp;amp;h=tAQDB_dqG"&gt;One clip&lt;/a&gt; had a glimpse of Andrei yesterday, and then there was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="245" id="msnbc6292ed" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=10,0,0,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/32545640"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="launch=43944166&amp;amp;width=420&amp;amp;height=245"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed name="msnbc6292ed" src="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/32545640" width="420" height="245" flashvars="launch=43944166&amp;amp;width=420&amp;amp;height=245" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/download/download.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:11px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: #999; margin-top: 5px; background: transparent; text-align: center; width: 420px;"&gt;Visit msnbc.com for &lt;a style="text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px; color:#5799DB !important;" href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/"&gt;breaking news&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032507" style="text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px; color:#5799DB !important;"&gt;world news&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032072" style="text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px; color:#5799DB !important;"&gt;news about the economy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, apparently something did change. &lt;a href="http://blogs.mcall.com/tvwatchers/2011/07/dont-miss-recent-freedom-high-grad-on-today-show-friday.html"&gt;This article&lt;/a&gt; said to watch for an eight-minute segment, and &lt;a href="http://blogs.mcall.com/tvwatchers/2011/07/if-you-blinked-you-missed-freedom-high-grad-on-todays-today-show.html"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;says that it wasn't shown on TV.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-1814731924005953261?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/1814731924005953261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=1814731924005953261' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/1814731924005953261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/1814731924005953261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/07/tv.html' title='TV? (Updated)'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-5730796076069325152</id><published>2011-07-28T10:21:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T10:21:00.491+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grace'/><title type='text'>Grace Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--OCGPrfdgSw/ThVvhxZFzpI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ss4nF5NY5yQ/s1600/P2230046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--OCGPrfdgSw/ThVvhxZFzpI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ss4nF5NY5yQ/s400/P2230046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626525935454244498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have already mentioned, again and again,  I find myself pondering this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; how can I communicate and demonstrate Christ as our only hope,                                                       our foundation and guarantee of both salvation and sanctification? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Living by grace &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; counter-intuitive, it goes against all our natural instincts, I know that -  but it is also what we are created for in Christ. “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Perhaps the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most difficult&lt;/span&gt; task for us to perform is to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rely on God's grace and God's grace alone&lt;/span&gt; for our salvation. It is difficult for our pride to rest on grace.                                   Grace is for other people - for beggars. We don't want to live by a heavenly welfare system.                     We want to earn our own way and atone for our own sins. We like to think that we will go to heaven because we deserve to be there.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; (R.C. Sproul)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;" lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What can I do? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;" lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm expected to preach and teach, so I teach on the grace/works, faith/law contrasts in the New Testament. I try to emphasize the focus of not self, but Christ, the Christ-centeredness of true christianity vs. man-centered religion. I preach the Gospel of Grace vs. the False Gospel of the insufficiency of Christ. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;" lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...I do so because I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; the true gospel is powerful and more than able to transform minds and hearts saturated with legalism and religion. I am confident that the gospel of Jesus Christ can and will turn hearts from law-keeping to Himself as sufficient for both eternal salvation and daily living, by his grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Gospel supposes that, good and holy and perfect as the law of God is, it is &lt;i&gt;entirely powerless&lt;/i&gt; either to justify OR sanctify. It cannot in any way make the old nature better, &lt;i&gt;neither&lt;/i&gt; is it the rule of life for the new nature. The old man is not subject to the law, and the new man does not &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; it. The new creature has &lt;i&gt;Another object&lt;/i&gt; before it, and &lt;i&gt;another power &lt;/i&gt;acts upon it, in order to produce what is lovely and acceptable to God  -  Christ the object, realized by the power of the Holy Spirit.”&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;i&gt;(William Kelly)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;" lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How can I make this real for the people I minister to and with in this church?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;" lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;" lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;" lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is all I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; can&lt;/span&gt; do:  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;" lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lift up again and again &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christ&lt;/span&gt; as the object of our adoration, the focus of our lives, the essence of our Christianity; emphasize and re-emphasize the Holy Spirit through the grace of God as the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; power &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;capable&lt;/span&gt; of producing in our hearts: love, peace, patience, kindness, goodness and faithfulness.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;" lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can only live by grace &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;, daily dependent upon, hungry for God's grace in my own heart, in my own life, in my own family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;" lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;act&lt;/span&gt; in grace as I attempt to serve these believers in this church, so that my interactions with them are grace-based and motivated by grace. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;" lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can only speak of the Grace of God so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;abundantly&lt;/span&gt; poured out upon us in and through Christ Jesus, letting my words always be centered in and flowing from grace. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XzY7uE4GZV0/ThVwFWzHokI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JcnxI-QbrQU/s1600/P4160063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XzY7uE4GZV0/ThVwFWzHokI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JcnxI-QbrQU/s400/P4160063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626526546790949442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;" lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;" lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When at times I find it a challenge to see the point of this ministry, when I don't know if anything I do or say is even registering -  that is when I can, more than ever, revel in the wonderful assurance that His grace is sufficient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;" lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;His grace is sufficient for my heart, and for the hearts of those who may catch a glimpse of that all-sufficient grace through me, through Phyllis, as we live here and minister the best we know how...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;" lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;" lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;by, in and through the grace of God. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;" lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Our righteousness is in Christ, and our hope depends, not upon the exercise of grace in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;, but upon the fullness of grace and love &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in Him&lt;/span&gt;...” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(John Newton)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-5730796076069325152?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/5730796076069325152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=5730796076069325152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/5730796076069325152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/5730796076069325152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/07/grace-life.html' title='Grace Life'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00087976878435404041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJPjrj-KwM/ThfwEyiZy4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/DpzJW4TKfHc/s220/PC190018_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--OCGPrfdgSw/ThVvhxZFzpI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ss4nF5NY5yQ/s72-c/P2230046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-4338752466357525816</id><published>2011-07-28T09:10:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T09:19:01.082+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Julie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jbMwMsb3lFY/TjBU_-UC3sI/AAAAAAAAFn0/LMaUYW0fz-E/s1600/P7180002.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jbMwMsb3lFY/TjBU_-UC3sI/AAAAAAAAFn0/LMaUYW0fz-E/s320/P7180002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634096591876054722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meeting Bogdan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-01hydyiFmBU/TjBU_j1NZ9I/AAAAAAAAFns/_EzZp9yU4qg/s1600/P7190015.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-01hydyiFmBU/TjBU_j1NZ9I/AAAAAAAAFns/_EzZp9yU4qg/s320/P7190015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634096584767399890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Celebrating Will's birthday (late)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jEMeP8gmcGM/TjBU_SAbHOI/AAAAAAAAFnk/Jg6Wp95nDOg/s1600/P7200016.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jEMeP8gmcGM/TjBU_SAbHOI/AAAAAAAAFnk/Jg6Wp95nDOg/s320/P7200016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634096579982597346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Giving massages&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-t9WIcuHMI/TjBU_B4edsI/AAAAAAAAFnc/yJZnRg2hlPA/s1600/P7200023.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-t9WIcuHMI/TjBU_B4edsI/AAAAAAAAFnc/yJZnRg2hlPA/s320/P7200023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634096575654295234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reading!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkFy7LA4JFE/TjBUNHYuAFI/AAAAAAAAFnU/qqV-9JcUKzQ/s1600/P7260016.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkFy7LA4JFE/TjBUNHYuAFI/AAAAAAAAFnU/qqV-9JcUKzQ/s320/P7260016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634095718138249298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Painting fingernails&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DhoD68s40JQ/TjBUMnZjOcI/AAAAAAAAFnM/Vz_JqlFU9Ks/s1600/P7270001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DhoD68s40JQ/TjBUMnZjOcI/AAAAAAAAFnM/Vz_JqlFU9Ks/s320/P7270001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634095709551802818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swimming&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ComsTh0Ouw/TjBUMWIIREI/AAAAAAAAFnE/cKweqo-l9kI/s1600/P7270010.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ComsTh0Ouw/TjBUMWIIREI/AAAAAAAAFnE/cKweqo-l9kI/s320/P7270010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634095704915330114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bogdan's first swim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yOD8Kv6i9-0/TjBUMKUoWEI/AAAAAAAAFm8/kOjSzobyeKs/s1600/P7270017.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yOD8Kv6i9-0/TjBUMKUoWEI/AAAAAAAAFm8/kOjSzobyeKs/s320/P7270017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634095701746538562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love this one!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1_Mm36Bq1v0/TjBULmX1b1I/AAAAAAAAFm0/P3Ejwza9rko/s1600/P7270018.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1_Mm36Bq1v0/TjBULmX1b1I/AAAAAAAAFm0/P3Ejwza9rko/s320/P7270018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634095692096302930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We found this weirdo down on the beach.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-4338752466357525816?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/4338752466357525816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=4338752466357525816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/4338752466357525816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/4338752466357525816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/07/fun-with-julie.html' title='Fun with Julie'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jbMwMsb3lFY/TjBU_-UC3sI/AAAAAAAAFn0/LMaUYW0fz-E/s72-c/P7180002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-4889731742563043380</id><published>2011-07-21T08:26:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T09:44:23.348+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The 7th wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RM7S6fVKGpA/Tie5crQbsiI/AAAAAAAAFms/t1X42oZjBpE/s1600/P7200024.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RM7S6fVKGpA/Tie5crQbsiI/AAAAAAAAFms/t1X42oZjBpE/s320/P7200024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631673761349218850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the &lt;a href="http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-birthday.html"&gt;seven wonders of Dneprorudny&lt;/a&gt;? We've been experiencing the seventh. &lt;img style="font-style: italic;" class="smilie" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/fylliska/frown.gif" /&gt; It really has been wonderful, though! They were very fast and kind. Yesterday Raia fell, just off an office chair at home, but it was enough to break her arm. Our friend, Julie, is here visiting, so we left the other children with her, and both Will and I went with Raia to the hospital. That was especially good, because Will had to go off to find and buy cast supplies, but I got to stay with Raia. Without Julie, Raia might have had to be alone a little. She has a small fracture above her elbow. The doctor said that it was a bad place to break, but that she had a "lucky break," with everything staying in the right places. So, it should heal up just fine. Raia and Will are back at the hospital now; we should know more when they get back. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Oh, last night, the person who came in after us was a very elderly babushka who had fallen out of an apricot tree and broken her arm! And like I said, they were really fast. They told us we would have to wait for an x-ray, but the ambulance went right out and got the x-ray lady for Raia.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-4889731742563043380?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/4889731742563043380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=4889731742563043380' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/4889731742563043380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/4889731742563043380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/07/7th-wonder.html' title='The 7th wonder'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RM7S6fVKGpA/Tie5crQbsiI/AAAAAAAAFms/t1X42oZjBpE/s72-c/P7200024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-5697272928800690404</id><published>2011-07-20T10:04:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T10:04:00.625+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grace'/><title type='text'>Grace Plus...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HgX4wKUIt1U/ThVdv9h4VYI/AAAAAAAAAPY/KBCodVnOpE8/s1600/P4070007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HgX4wKUIt1U/ThVdv9h4VYI/AAAAAAAAAPY/KBCodVnOpE8/s400/P4070007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626506388021204354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;p { margin-bottom: 0.21cm; }&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As I sat in church this past Sunday, I found myself thinking, for the thousandth time, it seems: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;" lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;how can people so thoroughly entwine and confuse grace and works, especially concerning salvation, when the New Testament seems so clearly to make an either/or distinction? Without that distinction, the gift of eternal life, good works we do as Christians, the forgiveness of sins and a life of discipleship just get hopelessly entangled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Martin Luther says simply, “Centering ones attention on oneself and determining what condition &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;am in and what &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;must do, I lose sight of Christ, who alone is my Righteousness and my Life.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It seems so clear that all is by Grace, all due to Christ. Yet somehow, we preach a message of salvation received by 'grace through faith,'  but then teach believers that &lt;i&gt;“we will only be blessed if  we are constantly abiding in God's commandments, like Israel when Moses gave them the Law. We must keep all His commandments worthily so as to one day enter into those heavenly dwellings that god has prepared for us.” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Christ alone is full of Grace and Truth.  How is it that we so easily forget that, and focus more on our efforts?  Again, the words of Luther come to mind,  “if Christ is pushed aside, and I look only to myself, then I am finished...  because this thought immediately springs to mind:  'Christ is in heaven, and you are upon the earth. How are you ever going to reach Him?' and the answer is thus: 'I will lead a holy life and do what the Law requires, and so will eventually attain eternal life.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Luther unequivocally&lt;/span&gt; calls this what it is  - abandoning Grace, abandoning Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PuhzxVIBshc/ThVcrWUMirI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/e1Djg-xD25w/s1600/P7070031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PuhzxVIBshc/ThVcrWUMirI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/e1Djg-xD25w/s400/P7070031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626505209263721138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;The narrow way, the long and weary road...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I know all to well that this habit of abandoning Grace is common, whether one lives in America, Russia, Africa or Ukraine. Still, even in the Russian Baptist churches that I've attended over the years, I've seldom heard it so clearly and consistently preached and taught as The Way for Christians to live and hope to gain eternal life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; On Sunday after Sunday, I've heard salvation presented as: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Jesus died to give us the hope of salvation, the hope of eternal life someday, which is eventually gained through a life of striving for holiness, because we know that &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;'there shall in no wise enter into it anything unclean!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Correspondingly, sanctification and the Christian life is seen as being all about our efforts: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;“victory over sin is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;our &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;responsibility, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;our&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; battle, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;our&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; striving – finding our strength in Christ of course, but we must gain this victory &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;on our own&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;...” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is this. “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Grace stands in direct opposition to any supposed worthiness on our part. To say it another way: Grace and works are mutually exclusive. Our relationship with God is based on either works or grace. There is never a works-plus-grace relationship with Him.”&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(Jerry Bridges)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: normal;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;How can I, in this setting, best convey that “where &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christ&lt;/span&gt; resides, there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; no place for the Law, sin, wrath and death. Instead, now there is nothing but Grace, righteousness, joy, life, and the confidence of a son in his Father, who is now appeased, compassionate, and reconciled.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Martin Luther)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is the heart of Grace, where Christ resides. I find myself daily asking Him to display His Grace, first and foremost - but in that Grace, His life, hope, joy, confidence and so much more through this flawed child of His. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;" lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is where I live, what my heart is preoccupied with these days. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;" lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Grace. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(...to be continued)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-5697272928800690404?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/5697272928800690404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=5697272928800690404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/5697272928800690404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/5697272928800690404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/07/grace-plus.html' title='Grace Plus...?'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00087976878435404041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJPjrj-KwM/ThfwEyiZy4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/DpzJW4TKfHc/s220/PC190018_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HgX4wKUIt1U/ThVdv9h4VYI/AAAAAAAAAPY/KBCodVnOpE8/s72-c/P4070007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-2086628209272484757</id><published>2011-07-18T15:40:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T16:07:28.806+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Together again</title><content type='html'>I love this photo from when Bogdan woke up and saw that Jaan was home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yIesgvT0JvM/TiQrE7mIauI/AAAAAAAAFmk/pISoIcXGr18/s1600/P7170001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yIesgvT0JvM/TiQrE7mIauI/AAAAAAAAFmk/pISoIcXGr18/s320/P7170001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630672797837060834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(He does look a little crazed, though.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UgwVUAaOLQU/TiQrEnIN0ZI/AAAAAAAAFmc/dx_0QL_5hfM/s1600/P7180032.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UgwVUAaOLQU/TiQrEnIN0ZI/AAAAAAAAFmc/dx_0QL_5hfM/s320/P7180032.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630672792342876562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was actually trying to get a photo of this.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NcT2yHxj4so/TiQrEdo2hjI/AAAAAAAAFmU/qPa088N5EXI/s1600/P7170023.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NcT2yHxj4so/TiQrEdo2hjI/AAAAAAAAFmU/qPa088N5EXI/s320/P7170023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630672789795407410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maybe I won't be such a bad mother, if he sucks his thumb, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;while his pacifier is hanging right there?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hip9L_H2q6U/TiQrEI5ZiqI/AAAAAAAAFmM/K1D5EOOKgW8/s1600/P7170014.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hip9L_H2q6U/TiQrEI5ZiqI/AAAAAAAAFmM/K1D5EOOKgW8/s320/P7170014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630672784227666594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And a photo of the girls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;An incredible &lt;a href="http://shouvelikanov.com/"&gt;troupe of stilt walkers&lt;/a&gt; performed for the city's birthday. You can see one of them in the parade behind Raia and Asya, who were watching from the sidelines. Isn't Raia's face great?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-2086628209272484757?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/2086628209272484757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=2086628209272484757' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/2086628209272484757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/2086628209272484757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/07/together-again.html' title='Together again'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yIesgvT0JvM/TiQrE7mIauI/AAAAAAAAFmk/pISoIcXGr18/s72-c/P7170001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-3074099808178662171</id><published>2011-07-17T14:15:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T16:55:22.560+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday!</title><content type='html'>This little city where we live is celebrating its 50th birthday! After living in central Russia, where everything has such a long history, that seems pretty young, but it's a special birthday anyway. In honor of this holiday, I thought I'd point out a fun article: &lt;a href="http://www.dneprorudnoe.info/node/1956"&gt;The Seven Wonders of Dneprorudny&lt;/a&gt;. They are&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;iron mine (of course)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"sea"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;park&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The Centipede"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mining monument&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;museum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;traumatology-orthopedic center&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;I agree with all of them, except that I didn't even know about the museum here. (How could I have missed that?) Some of them are very close to us. The sea is my favorite part of Dneprorudny, and the park is just wonderful, too, even if it is completely overgrown and neglected. The huge apartment building up on stilts--"The Centipede"--is directly in front of ours. It's what our windows look out on. The mining monument was right by our old apartment, and we still see it every day. If you come visit, I could show you almost all the seven wonders in one day! Well, I can't get to the mine, and we'd skip the hospital unless you were really interested (I do have lots of connections there!), but I'd take you to the others. &lt;img style="font-style: italic;" class="smilie" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/fylliska/smile.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a completely unrelated photo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8LjrQxakZFE/TiK_pVRZ5ZI/AAAAAAAAFmE/Vt1edmqDwjo/s1600/P7160078.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8LjrQxakZFE/TiK_pVRZ5ZI/AAAAAAAAFmE/Vt1edmqDwjo/s320/P7160078.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630273200972227986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;They're back from camp!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(By the way, there was an even more important birthday recently, but we haven't celebrated it yet.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edited to add: &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.173431642724747.43283.100001737379500&amp;amp;l=bf443bf5a3"&gt;Here's a link to Will's camp photos&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-3074099808178662171?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/3074099808178662171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=3074099808178662171' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/3074099808178662171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/3074099808178662171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy birthday!'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8LjrQxakZFE/TiK_pVRZ5ZI/AAAAAAAAFmE/Vt1edmqDwjo/s72-c/P7160078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-4336874972705386445</id><published>2011-07-15T15:14:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T15:14:00.859+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Big boy!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Bogdan had his four-month check up. He has more than doubled his birth weight now: 7 kilograms! Our doctor is on vacation, so we saw another one, and she was much more pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yV12DPvkx-U/Th7eLsuuNII/AAAAAAAAFl8/2DnQc_GJh9k/s1600/P3210040.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yV12DPvkx-U/Th7eLsuuNII/AAAAAAAAFl8/2DnQc_GJh9k/s320/P3210040.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629180876826752130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When we first got the stroller, he was so tiny&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_dqGHBn-JnQ/Th7eLHaYrsI/AAAAAAAAFl0/mEF515DPJbo/s1600/P7060008.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_dqGHBn-JnQ/Th7eLHaYrsI/AAAAAAAAFl0/mEF515DPJbo/s320/P7060008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629180866809343682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Recently: look how he fills it up!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-4336874972705386445?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/4336874972705386445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=4336874972705386445' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/4336874972705386445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/4336874972705386445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/07/big-boy.html' title='Big boy!'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yV12DPvkx-U/Th7eLsuuNII/AAAAAAAAFl8/2DnQc_GJh9k/s72-c/P3210040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-7470873390581699197</id><published>2011-07-14T12:00:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T12:00:05.723+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grace'/><title type='text'>Questions about Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uUEm00ZJb3A/ThGCtU_4RzI/AAAAAAAAAOw/VKzv2cOXavc/s1600/P1250004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uUEm00ZJb3A/ThGCtU_4RzI/AAAAAAAAAOw/VKzv2cOXavc/s400/P1250004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625421124804822834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;p { margin-bottom: 0.21cm; }&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The grace of God.   I know that my life would  have no hope or light without it. I know that His  grace to me in Jesus Christ is the foundation my life is built on.  Grace for daily life, for salvation and sanctification is His gift, freely given.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's also what often seems is most lacking in my church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How can I be a conduit of His grace?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What can I do? Sometimes I feel like protesting - I'm only one person, after all. How can I convey the absolute vitality, the centrality of  Grace in our lives as Christians, how can I get across this Grace that I am so utterly dependent upon, so constantly aware of and grateful for...    &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't want to cause confusion or argument by teaching too much that is radically different from what they've been taught for years. I don't want to seem to set myself up as “The Spiritual One.” I don't want a “grace revolution” on my hands here, even if it were possible – which I doubt. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm here to serve these people, not divide them. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Still, when works/performance/'doing my part' is such a pervasive focus, how can I best re-direct the attention of these people I love to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Christ&lt;/span&gt; as the only source of life and righteousness?   “The apostle Paul argues that Christian righteousness is a righteousness of Christ living in us, and not our own righteousness. However, Christ and my conscience must merge so that in my field of view there is nothing left but the Crucified and Risen Christ. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For if Christ is pushed aside, and I look only to myself, then I am finished - because this thought immediately springs to mind: 'Christ is in heaven, and you are upon the earth. How are you ever going to reach Him?' and the answer is thus: 'I will lead a holy life and do what the Law requires, and so will eventually attain eternal life.' &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Centering ones attention on oneself and determining what condition &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;am in and what &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;must do, I lose sight of Christ, who alone is my Righteousness and my Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Without Him there is no help, no counsel, but only despair and destruction. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"This evil is very common, because such is human weakness that in time of temptation or in the face of death, we will immediately abandon Christ and turn again to our own works.”  &lt;i&gt;(Martin Luther) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-foJWmeFtEwY/ThGDPo9fG7I/AAAAAAAAAPA/Cv9MR-hip7c/s1600/P3260034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-foJWmeFtEwY/ThGDPo9fG7I/AAAAAAAAAPA/Cv9MR-hip7c/s400/P3260034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625421714279046066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, I desperately need your grace, more than anything else, as I attempt to bring more grace, more understanding and compassion into our interactions with one another as your children here in this place.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-7470873390581699197?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/7470873390581699197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=7470873390581699197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/7470873390581699197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/7470873390581699197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/07/questions-about-grace.html' title='Questions about Grace'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00087976878435404041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJPjrj-KwM/ThfwEyiZy4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/DpzJW4TKfHc/s220/PC190018_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uUEm00ZJb3A/ThGCtU_4RzI/AAAAAAAAAOw/VKzv2cOXavc/s72-c/P1250004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-8702394395480610992</id><published>2011-07-11T11:38:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T12:44:57.626+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A new prayer letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Click to read or to print.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-be1bl2vuqpg/Thq2lewEtZI/AAAAAAAAFls/DjokZIsgvMM/s1600/2011%2Bprayer%2Bletter%2B%25281%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-be1bl2vuqpg/Thq2lewEtZI/AAAAAAAAFls/DjokZIsgvMM/s400/2011%2Bprayer%2Bletter%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628011439378970002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Il_A54HLRTA/Thq2k6rFtXI/AAAAAAAAFlk/tmg1ibh0oFk/s1600/2011%2Bprayer%2Bletter%2B%25282%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Il_A54HLRTA/Thq2k6rFtXI/AAAAAAAAFlk/tmg1ibh0oFk/s400/2011%2Bprayer%2Bletter%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628011429694387570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, I wrote this letter a few days ago. Will and Jaan are at camp now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-8702394395480610992?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/8702394395480610992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=8702394395480610992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/8702394395480610992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/8702394395480610992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-prayer-letter.html' title='A new prayer letter'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-be1bl2vuqpg/Thq2lewEtZI/AAAAAAAAFls/DjokZIsgvMM/s72-c/2011%2Bprayer%2Bletter%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-1443364533978798914</id><published>2011-07-09T20:26:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T20:34:48.010+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Brotherly love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNcKQ5uDtzc/ThiQwt9eh9I/AAAAAAAAFk8/zayvMTGUJH8/s1600/P7090009.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNcKQ5uDtzc/ThiQwt9eh9I/AAAAAAAAFk8/zayvMTGUJH8/s320/P7090009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627406901045004242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jaan wanted to try rocking Bogdan to sleep tonight.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mg9j-JcF8ww/ThiQwQsnoEI/AAAAAAAAFk0/EA2_otmZMsk/s1600/P7090005.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mg9j-JcF8ww/ThiQwQsnoEI/AAAAAAAAFk0/EA2_otmZMsk/s320/P7090005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627406893189668930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Another photo of the cutie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-1443364533978798914?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/1443364533978798914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=1443364533978798914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/1443364533978798914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/1443364533978798914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/07/brotherly-love.html' title='Brotherly love'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNcKQ5uDtzc/ThiQwt9eh9I/AAAAAAAAFk8/zayvMTGUJH8/s72-c/P7090009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-5585510126745959090</id><published>2011-07-08T11:25:00.009+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T13:22:05.451+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grace'/><title type='text'>Thinking about Grace, cont'd.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace has been on my mind a lot lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace in general, and in particular, the Grace of God as the  essence of, the foundation and means of the Christian life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More specifically, how can I convey the absolute vitality, the centrality of  Grace in our lives as Christians. How can I most clearly communicate Grace as the only grounds for our relating to God, the only basis for building relationships with other Christians and the only foundation for relating to those within our own families?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Jerry Bridges has observed: “We are brought into God's kingdom by grace; we are sanctified by grace; we receive both temporal and spiritual blessings by grace;  we are motivated to obedience by grace; we are called to serve by grace and, finally, we are glorified by grace. The entire Christian life is lived under the reign of God's grace.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what keeps running through my mind, percolating in my heart, keeping me awake at night — As I attempt to serve this church, how can I teach and demonstrate, speak and act so that Grace becomes more of an essential paradigm for living for people who have largely only known the opposite:  conditional acceptance, assurance and approval; love, forgiveness and mercy that is limited or earned; relationships that are manipulated to produce 'Godly behavior'; in other words, performance-based Christianity, Legalism, and Churchianity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CbEsSCAYQwA/ThF64byzhmI/AAAAAAAAAOg/D3-82O70WFk/s1600/PB080007.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CbEsSCAYQwA/ThF64byzhmI/AAAAAAAAAOg/D3-82O70WFk/s400/PB080007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625412519514572386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aware that I may be over-sensitive on this topic. Still, it sometimes seems that this church is simply saturated in all that I just listed, that it is thoroughly entrenched in believers minds and hearts. So much so that whatever I say or do in an effort to re-orient the church toward Grace and Faith seems only the tiniest firefly of grace-light in a murky swamp of Legalism and Performance-based Christianity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I say “God's unconditional love”, they reply “God is an All-Consuming Fire!”  I teach on Assurance in the Promises of God, they reply by preaching on “God's faithfulness to His &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Threats&lt;/span&gt; —&lt;span&gt; Fear God, or else!!”  I seek to encourage relationships based on Grace and Freedom in Christ, and they reply with Conditional forgiveness and fellowship ...  it's like we're speaking different languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that this is anything horribly unusual, unheard of, or even peculiar to this small Ukrainian Independent Baptist Church we're in here.  It's not, sadly enough to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost 50 years ago, C.I. Scofield said that "Most of us have been reared and now live under the influence of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Galatianism&lt;/span&gt;. Protestant theology is for the most part thoroughly Galatianized, in that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold"&gt;neither the Law nor Grace is given its distinct and separate place in the counsels of God, but they are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mingled together in one incoherent system&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; . The Law is no longer, as in the divine intent, a ministration of death &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;(2 Cor.3:7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, of cursing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;(Gal.3:10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, or of conviction &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;(Rom.3:19)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, because we are taught that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;we must &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt; to keep it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, and that by divine help we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; "&gt; may&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Nor does Grace, on the other hand, bring us blessed deliverance from the dominion of sin, for we are kept under the law as a rule of life, despite the plain declaration of Romans 6:14 - «sin shall not have dominion over you: for you are not under the law, but under grace!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a malady that has afflicted the church and detracted from the glory of God's grace in Jesus Christ from its very first days, so I'm not complaining about this church being a special case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even complaining. This is where God has us for now, and these are the questions I struggle with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWeRTqXlxzo/ThF642n_-DI/AAAAAAAAAOo/sPDUs--3tUM/s1600/P4040018.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWeRTqXlxzo/ThF642n_-DI/AAAAAAAAAOo/sPDUs--3tUM/s400/P4040018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625412526717007922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I most glorify Christ? How can I live out Grace in a way that is simple and comprehensible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I convey this, that “Our righteousness is in Him, and our hope depends, not upon the exercise of grace in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, but upon the fullness of Grace and Love in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, and upon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; His &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;obedience unto death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;(John Newton)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-5585510126745959090?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/5585510126745959090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=5585510126745959090' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/5585510126745959090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/5585510126745959090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/07/thinking-about-grace-contd.html' title='Thinking about Grace, cont&apos;d.'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00087976878435404041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJPjrj-KwM/ThfwEyiZy4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/DpzJW4TKfHc/s220/PC190018_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CbEsSCAYQwA/ThF64byzhmI/AAAAAAAAAOg/D3-82O70WFk/s72-c/PB080007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-5997857868108625713</id><published>2011-07-03T13:14:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T13:19:07.973+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Picnic</title><content type='html'>Last night the young couple who recently got married hosted picnic to thank everyone for helping with their wedding. We didn't get many photos, but here are a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NabuPc7hAvA/ThBBUjb-u4I/AAAAAAAAFkU/iKmHQOl2uR4/s1600/P7020004.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NabuPc7hAvA/ThBBUjb-u4I/AAAAAAAAFkU/iKmHQOl2uR4/s320/P7020004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625067755951537026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bogdan's first shashlik&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DeSEYwIPgjg/ThBBRkHN4zI/AAAAAAAAFkM/h1kLsnC1HLo/s1600/P7020005.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DeSEYwIPgjg/ThBBRkHN4zI/AAAAAAAAFkM/h1kLsnC1HLo/s320/P7020005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625067704593277746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;With Lyuda's kitten&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-5997857868108625713?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/5997857868108625713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=5997857868108625713' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/5997857868108625713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/5997857868108625713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/07/picnic.html' title='Picnic'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NabuPc7hAvA/ThBBUjb-u4I/AAAAAAAAFkU/iKmHQOl2uR4/s72-c/P7020004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-5021760847719500164</id><published>2011-07-02T10:44:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T11:23:03.831+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grace'/><title type='text'>Thinking about Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Phyllis asked that I write a bit and contribute to the overall picture of our life that this blog gives. A couple of days later, I sat down and began to write. I have a hard time being brief, but I wanted to share thoughts, challenges for me in this particular place in life, so I wrote out a few pages over a few days. =)  We decided to parcel out what I wrote, so please accept this as intended, in a spirit of  'to be continued...')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kpqc8CCKH9s/Tg7T2sSztWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/SVRodgkpb44/s1600/DSC07815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kpqc8CCKH9s/Tg7T2sSztWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/SVRodgkpb44/s400/DSC07815.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624665921188771170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;p { margin-bottom: 0.21cm; }&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thinking about Grace...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How important — how&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; intrinsic&lt;/span&gt; of a part does Grace have in my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grace as a foundational concept, a paradigm for living, a daily reality like fresh-brewed coffee in the morning... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I sometimes wonder how well I convey, visibly, in words and actions just how vital Grace is to this heart and mind. Does my wife see and hear grace in my words to her, in how I choose to spend time with her(or not)? Do my children sense any grace in my attitude toward them, my interaction with them? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I ask myself these questions because of this:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;how is it that when Grace is the very ground I stand on, the air that I breathe, when I am so utterly dependent upon, so constantly aware of and grateful for Grace... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that I often somehow forget to actually put this into words, to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;consciously&lt;/span&gt; seek to convey the sense of the one thing I truly could not live without?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess Grace is always worth thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-5021760847719500164?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/5021760847719500164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=5021760847719500164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/5021760847719500164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/5021760847719500164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/07/thinking-about-grace.html' title='Thinking about Grace'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00087976878435404041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdJPjrj-KwM/ThfwEyiZy4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/DpzJW4TKfHc/s220/PC190018_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kpqc8CCKH9s/Tg7T2sSztWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/SVRodgkpb44/s72-c/DSC07815.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-4029118483566335909</id><published>2011-06-28T13:51:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T16:25:55.415+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Ukrainian dacha'/><title type='text'>Another dacha day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great day at our dacha on Friday! Our neighbors had said that we have tons of apricots almost ready. Well, yes, they're almost ready. Not quite yet. The cherry tree was covered in ripe fruit, though, so we picked cherries instead of apricots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later in the day it rained hard, so Will opened "the garage" as a play place. There's a small building at the top of the hill that the previous owners used as a motorcycle garage and turkey house. Our children didn't know that it had a secret entrance for turkeys. (&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" class="smilie" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/fylliska/wink.gif" /&gt;) They discovered that, and carefully cleared out all the bottles that were stacked in it. Then they spent the rest of their time working on it and crawling back and forth through it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pmTh7bCBdxE/Tgmyxsvu3qI/AAAAAAAAFj0/zlSI26xZfSA/s1600/P6240027.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pmTh7bCBdxE/Tgmyxsvu3qI/AAAAAAAAFj0/zlSI26xZfSA/s320/P6240027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623222176643473058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My helper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p6n9G0zu0aA/TgmyxV5I49I/AAAAAAAAFjs/Nr3SBhcn-rU/s1600/P6240037.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p6n9G0zu0aA/TgmyxV5I49I/AAAAAAAAFjs/Nr3SBhcn-rU/s320/P6240037.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623222170508911570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Another helper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J8NJBO_U5X4/Tgmyw4LvfCI/AAAAAAAAFjk/KqNy7wJNI9Q/s1600/P6240049.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J8NJBO_U5X4/Tgmyw4LvfCI/AAAAAAAAFjk/KqNy7wJNI9Q/s320/P6240049.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623222162533874722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;They're so weird! (and so dirty!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mqFV9pHjia8/TgnVnHcGHKI/AAAAAAAAFkE/E_K580s49qQ/s1600/P6240048.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mqFV9pHjia8/TgnVnHcGHKI/AAAAAAAAFkE/E_K580s49qQ/s320/P6240048.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623260477737278626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He's weird, too&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-46OqLp0oE8Y/TgnVmukB14I/AAAAAAAAFj8/NTS7dbXCMs0/s1600/P6240030.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-46OqLp0oE8Y/TgnVmukB14I/AAAAAAAAFj8/NTS7dbXCMs0/s320/P6240030.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623260471059666818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Белые belly boys"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QOK-beROKzM/TgmywpePhOI/AAAAAAAAFjc/J1Gfzka2LKw/s1600/P6240053.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QOK-beROKzM/TgmywpePhOI/AAAAAAAAFjc/J1Gfzka2LKw/s320/P6240053.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623222158584939746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Crawling out&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dCkjAG27OYE/TgmywGvfYQI/AAAAAAAAFjU/JCHX7VfwSPs/s1600/P6240061.jpg" style="font-weight: bold; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dCkjAG27OYE/TgmywGvfYQI/AAAAAAAAFjU/JCHX7VfwSPs/s320/P6240061.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623222149262041346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Crawling in&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We sometimes say that the man who built all this was a real miner. There's a basement under the house that could be used as a bomb shelter, along with a tiny tunnel that he made to get his chickens from their home to the greenhouse, this secret turkey entrance, and a place where he was working on digging deep down into the hill for a root cellar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-05LcymeDoUw/Tgmyb36EquI/AAAAAAAAFjM/Ax_YI48CxQQ/s1600/P6240062.jpg" style="font-weight: bold; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-05LcymeDoUw/Tgmyb36EquI/AAAAAAAAFjM/Ax_YI48CxQQ/s320/P6240062.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623221801682512610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tired boy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It would probably do permanent damage to a Russian baby's spine to sleep like this, but Bogdan seems to like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After the rainstorm, we almost had to wade home. I should have taken pictures of everyone's feet when we got here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-4029118483566335909?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/4029118483566335909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=4029118483566335909' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/4029118483566335909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/4029118483566335909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/06/another-dacha-day.html' title='Another dacha day'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pmTh7bCBdxE/Tgmyxsvu3qI/AAAAAAAAFj0/zlSI26xZfSA/s72-c/P6240027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-4960755480991360017</id><published>2011-06-20T15:08:00.011+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T21:51:37.986+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1000 gifts'/><title type='text'>Weddings and thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YZEzsSAiqTA/Tf84Xfv4-bI/AAAAAAAAFis/9oJgyRkZWdA/s1600/P6180021.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YZEzsSAiqTA/Tf84Xfv4-bI/AAAAAAAAFis/9oJgyRkZWdA/s320/P6180021.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620272836292180402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;With Vera and Andrei&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another wedding this weekend. Here, this time, so we didn't have to travel. We don't know the couple too well, since they are from a village nearby, but they used the church for their wedding, so we were involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T7I75JmC0fk/Tf84x1KsLzI/AAAAAAAAFi0/Dab52DnA5vk/s1600/P6180019.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T7I75JmC0fk/Tf84x1KsLzI/AAAAAAAAFi0/Dab52DnA5vk/s320/P6180019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620273288718331698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A game and object lesson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(Squirting mayonaise out onto a plate, and then trying to get it back into the bag. It's much easier to say something than to take it back!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've also posted the rest of our photos from &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150215553182005.310084.558567004&amp;amp;l=0208fdfe45"&gt;Lena's wedding&lt;/a&gt;. I still haven't gotten anyone else's photos to fill in the gaps, but we have quite a few ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thanks.... It's been way too long since I've listed special gifts from God to me. I probably could (and should!) come up with 100 right now, but I don't have time to sit and write them. I'll leave this open though and come back to add to it all day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the smell of rain coming through the windows right now&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleeping baby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;purply-black fingers, faces, and even toes from eating mulberries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;audio books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh! a cool breeze coming through the window now, following the rain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when Bogdan smiles in his sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bogdan himself! I don't think I've thanked publicly since he was born, and I sure am thankful for him!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/dRsXU4Q6a0Q"&gt;Ёжик в Тумане&lt;/a&gt; (Aw, shucks! as certain friends of ours would say. The cuteness makes me smile.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;days at home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the cool of evening&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-4960755480991360017?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/4960755480991360017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=4960755480991360017' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/4960755480991360017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/4960755480991360017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/06/weddings-and-thanks.html' title='Weddings and thanks'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YZEzsSAiqTA/Tf84Xfv4-bI/AAAAAAAAFis/9oJgyRkZWdA/s72-c/P6180021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-224878742817783399</id><published>2011-06-17T15:21:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T20:47:21.943+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bogdan wants...</title><content type='html'>...to show you something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iz73RdUWCnM/TftIADvGGnI/AAAAAAAAFik/WNt1F4gfVpY/s1600/P6170005.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iz73RdUWCnM/TftIADvGGnI/AAAAAAAAFik/WNt1F4gfVpY/s320/P6170005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619164125914864242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He has a birth certificate!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will got it yesterday. I realized that Bogdan is just about the same age &lt;a href="http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2005/09/praise-god-from-whom-all-blessings.html"&gt;Raia was when we finally got hers&lt;/a&gt;, too. Although, Will said this whole thing was nothing compared to that. (It looks like she was trying to eat her hands in the picture, too. Bogdan's main goal today is to stuff both fists into his mouth.) There is just one more step to go through: we have to see a city official on Wednesday who will decide if we need to pay a fine or not. Thank you so much for all your prayers!&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently I was listening to John Piper, and he said something like, "If someone wants to know that you're alive, you don't go digging for your birth certificate. You just breathe." I laughed. Too bad it's not really that simple. Now Bogdan can officially prove that he's alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bogdan also went in for his 3-month check up yesterday. I think it's pretty ridiculous that we have to take a healthy baby to the doctor every month, but it is kind of fun to know how much he weighs. I never knew with our other children. Only, this time, I don't remember what they said. Either 5.1 or 6.1 kgs. He's 63 cm tall. I looked up he American charts, trying to figure out which weight was more likely, but I still don't know. That's either 31st or 4th percentile for weight and 62nd percentile for height. The doctor fussed because Bogdan wouldn't stop smiling and babbling at her so that she could listen to his heart: he's too happy! &lt;img style="font-style: italic;" class="smilie" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/fylliska/smile.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Edited to add: Bogdan weighed 6.1 kgs at 3 months.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-224878742817783399?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/224878742817783399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=224878742817783399' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/224878742817783399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/224878742817783399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/06/bogdan-wants.html' title='Bogdan wants...'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iz73RdUWCnM/TftIADvGGnI/AAAAAAAAFik/WNt1F4gfVpY/s72-c/P6170005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-5496527458455241370</id><published>2011-06-14T13:37:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T13:39:30.845+03:00</updated><title type='text'>She's SIX!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NrY_ORT_uFU/Tfc6OCSKbbI/AAAAAAAAFiE/H-qcsDuqHfQ/s1600/P6140037.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NrY_ORT_uFU/Tfc6OCSKbbI/AAAAAAAAFiE/H-qcsDuqHfQ/s320/P6140037.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618023072973614514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eI8amvcSgIk/Tfc6OkQRjfI/AAAAAAAAFiM/sbUtMBYzg4o/s1600/P6140043.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eI8amvcSgIk/Tfc6OkQRjfI/AAAAAAAAFiM/sbUtMBYzg4o/s320/P6140043.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618023082092498418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-5496527458455241370?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/5496527458455241370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=5496527458455241370' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/5496527458455241370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/5496527458455241370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/06/shes-six.html' title='She&apos;s SIX!'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NrY_ORT_uFU/Tfc6OCSKbbI/AAAAAAAAFiE/H-qcsDuqHfQ/s72-c/P6140037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-5433976968446738770</id><published>2011-06-13T07:13:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T07:16:01.747+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Three months old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oDZCBWfTNFE/TfWOxuEtUpI/AAAAAAAAFh0/yBKzIbI7Rjg/s1600/P6120013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oDZCBWfTNFE/TfWOxuEtUpI/AAAAAAAAFh0/yBKzIbI7Rjg/s320/P6120013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617553095047074450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kfK_o_87Apw/TfWO8q1bVZI/AAAAAAAAFh8/suKS_M5ahXQ/s1600/P6120007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kfK_o_87Apw/TfWO8q1bVZI/AAAAAAAAFh8/suKS_M5ahXQ/s320/P6120007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617553283156235666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-5433976968446738770?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/5433976968446738770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=5433976968446738770' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/5433976968446738770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/5433976968446738770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/06/three-months-old.html' title='Three months old!'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oDZCBWfTNFE/TfWOxuEtUpI/AAAAAAAAFh0/yBKzIbI7Rjg/s72-c/P6120013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-9175299994858909112</id><published>2011-06-11T07:29:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T14:06:39.955+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The wedding trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;It's been a week since the wedding. Let's see if I can get at least some of the pictures up today....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday we left on a marshrutka (van-bus) for Zaporozhya, with our family and three other people headed to Lena's wedding. In Zaporozhya every else got on their train, and then we boarded another. For some reason, tickets are scarce this summer, so we couldn't all go on the same train or by the same route, even though Will worked hard to try and buy all the tickets together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Y09I6ec4TU/TfGeRjGN_cI/AAAAAAAAFhU/0pUJZTCXqNE/s1600/P6020004.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Y09I6ec4TU/TfGeRjGN_cI/AAAAAAAAFhU/0pUJZTCXqNE/s320/P6020004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616444234624007618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bogdan's first time on a train&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TBRsI-8keUU/TfGeAEph1rI/AAAAAAAAFhM/xLL_j9nmZjY/s1600/P6020007.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TBRsI-8keUU/TfGeAEph1rI/AAAAAAAAFhM/xLL_j9nmZjY/s320/P6020007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616443934392833714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He was so happy!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ol4DQGYnhW0/TfGd_QaSsII/AAAAAAAAFhE/QgWy-KDz-UM/s1600/P6020011.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ol4DQGYnhW0/TfGd_QaSsII/AAAAAAAAFhE/QgWy-KDz-UM/s320/P6020011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616443920370282626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And they were CRAZY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KfjBOeQPQ04/TfGd-4vUe1I/AAAAAAAAFg8/p4ekFP7PytU/s1600/P6030013.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KfjBOeQPQ04/TfGd-4vUe1I/AAAAAAAAFg8/p4ekFP7PytU/s320/P6030013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616443914016029522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just before we had to wake everyone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;for an early-morning arrival in Kiev. All mornings were early, and all nights were late on this trip. By the way, that's Raia's foot by Asya, and the edge of Bogdan's bed on the table. Six people in one coupe gets crowded, even when they're little. Oh, and the car we were in was actually air conditioned and cool, which was a direct answer to prayer! AC on trains is almost unbelievable; I guess it's a special Ukrainian summer phenomenon? However, so far we've only seen that AC means that it's even stuffier, because the windows won't open at all. This time it worked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We had several hours to wait in Kiev, so we ate at "The Restaurant" (i.e. McDonald's), ran laps around the children's waiting room in the train station, and then finally got on our next train. We had to trade around to get places together, since our tickets were all over, and it was pretty funny when the conductor brought on older man to us and told us that he would probably trade with us... if we could make him understand. She was a little frustrated, and said that he didn't speak Russian at all. Will said that it was no problem, and then spent hours speaking English with him. &lt;img style="font-style: italic;" class="smilie" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/fylliska/smile.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That evening we got off the moving oven, er--that is, off the train--and made our way to the church, to join in on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QL0E3u5gM-Y/TfGd-eFWxVI/AAAAAAAAFg0/igVQn8Kbsew/s1600/P6030019.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QL0E3u5gM-Y/TfGd-eFWxVI/AAAAAAAAFg0/igVQn8Kbsew/s320/P6030019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616443906860696914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Decorating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D5DsP_HNu4/TfGd97m3HrI/AAAAAAAAFgs/0l7LiS1VtSQ/s1600/P6030032.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D5DsP_HNu4/TfGd97m3HrI/AAAAAAAAFgs/0l7LiS1VtSQ/s320/P6030032.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616443897605988018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Late meal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They were almost done decorating by the time we got there, but then we all ate together. Afterwards, we went to our host's home and collapsed into beds.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More later....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-9175299994858909112?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/9175299994858909112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=9175299994858909112' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/9175299994858909112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/9175299994858909112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/06/wedding-trip.html' title='The wedding trip'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Y09I6ec4TU/TfGeRjGN_cI/AAAAAAAAFhU/0pUJZTCXqNE/s72-c/P6020004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-4270808168295810958</id><published>2011-06-10T10:32:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T10:38:25.235+03:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Queen of all Green"</title><content type='html'>The little boys she was playing with told me, "We greened her!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pXjDIbFR8BM/TfHIz7iicrI/AAAAAAAAFhk/AuGzxEFG8ME/s1600/P6100008.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pXjDIbFR8BM/TfHIz7iicrI/AAAAAAAAFhk/AuGzxEFG8ME/s320/P6100008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616491004789158578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eNN6pzEg_00/TfHIzL-oQII/AAAAAAAAFhc/AyVHYgyNxGo/s1600/P6100009.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eNN6pzEg_00/TfHIzL-oQII/AAAAAAAAFhc/AyVHYgyNxGo/s320/P6100009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616490992022077570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Wedding pictures are still coming. We've had a hard week recovering from the trip, and I still want to get some photos from Alina and Yana.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-4270808168295810958?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/4270808168295810958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=4270808168295810958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/4270808168295810958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/4270808168295810958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/06/queen-of-all-green.html' title='&quot;The Queen of all Green&quot;'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pXjDIbFR8BM/TfHIz7iicrI/AAAAAAAAFhk/AuGzxEFG8ME/s72-c/P6100008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-1666297568430822541</id><published>2011-06-06T13:31:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T13:42:50.696+03:00</updated><title type='text'>What a trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We're home. Lena's wedding was wonderful! The trip was very long and tiring. Really, it was almost four days of travel, for one day of celebrating. Everything went pretty smoothly, though. Bogdan especially did well on his first big trip. He only broke down once and screamed for a little while. That was Saturday evening, after going non-stop for ten hours: the government wedding, the (long) church wedding, the (even longer) wedding feast, and an excursion to the local castle for wedding photos and a tour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_M6riOYqYcg/TeysiL4hCaI/AAAAAAAAFgk/yYnPKWqLlxU/s1600/P6040039.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_M6riOYqYcg/TeysiL4hCaI/AAAAAAAAFgk/yYnPKWqLlxU/s320/P6040039.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615052538729531810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll tell you more later. It's nap time for all of us right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-1666297568430822541?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/1666297568430822541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=1666297568430822541' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/1666297568430822541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/1666297568430822541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-trip.html' title='What a trip!'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_M6riOYqYcg/TeysiL4hCaI/AAAAAAAAFgk/yYnPKWqLlxU/s72-c/P6040039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-4878137340476714495</id><published>2011-06-01T17:48:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T18:53:46.218+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel and ZAGS</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow we're leaving to travel all the way to &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;source=s_q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;q=Dubno,+Rivnens'ka,+Ukraine&amp;amp;aq=0&amp;amp;sll=47.386903,34.995563&amp;amp;sspn=0.06613,0.106945&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hq=&amp;amp;hnear=Dubno,+Rivnens'ka+oblast,+Ukraine&amp;amp;ll=50.415519,29.86084&amp;amp;spn=7.968513,13.688965&amp;amp;z=6"&gt;Dubno&lt;/a&gt; for Lena's wedding. (The picture below is from her farewell tea at church.) Please pray for safe and easy travels. Maybe pray specifically that somehow--miraculously!--it won't be too hot on the trains and that we'll be able to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AVQZyLAUn84/TeZRxP2-bqI/AAAAAAAAFgM/4xBvuzL2uyk/s1600/P5220025.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AVQZyLAUn84/TeZRxP2-bqI/AAAAAAAAFgM/4xBvuzL2uyk/s320/P5220025.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613263892076457634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ZAGS is the place that does birth certificates, among other things. The &lt;a href="http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/05/birth-certificate-update.html"&gt;last news I posted&lt;/a&gt; about Bogdan's birth certificate was that they were sending everything from Vasilevka to Zaporozhya. In Zaporozhya they decided that it could be handled locally, without court. (Hurrah!) So, Will has been going back and forth to the local ZAGS since then. They're very nice and helpful here, although, first they wanted originals of everything, not copies. Then, today, they noticed that the form signed by all the doctors has mistakes. (We're not the only ones around here who don't know Ukrainian!) So, Will will have to get another one of those forms from Vasilevka and have it redone at the hospital here. We're making progress, though....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-4878137340476714495?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/4878137340476714495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=4878137340476714495' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/4878137340476714495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/4878137340476714495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/06/travel-and-zags.html' title='Travel and ZAGS'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AVQZyLAUn84/TeZRxP2-bqI/AAAAAAAAFgM/4xBvuzL2uyk/s72-c/P5220025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-7670920795346653190</id><published>2011-05-28T15:34:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T21:08:33.871+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lent and Easter 2011'/><title type='text'>"Searching for Jesus"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I keep meaning to post this, and just not having time. It's almost been 40 days! 40 days of Easter, that is. Throughout the Easter season, I have hidden a little foam figure that signifies Jesus, and everyone has looked for him. When they find him, we read about one of Jesus' appearances after his resurrection from &lt;a href="http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-garden.html"&gt;the list I had posted&lt;/a&gt;. This year Jaan and Raia have &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; gotten into the the searching. A few times I've had to stop them, calm them down, and specifically tell them to think about how Jesus' friends felt in those days right after the resurrection. It's worked! We've had some good talks about how exciting and surprising and even frustrating it all is, and they really have been thinking. We've had a lot of fun with it, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VIIaDo0Ff0w/TeDr0L1dKJI/AAAAAAAAFgE/RzDG7t53EBA/s1600/P4280009.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VIIaDo0Ff0w/TeDr0L1dKJI/AAAAAAAAFgE/RzDG7t53EBA/s320/P4280009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611744417466362002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-7670920795346653190?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/7670920795346653190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=7670920795346653190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/7670920795346653190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/7670920795346653190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/05/searching-for-jesus.html' title='&quot;Searching for Jesus&quot;'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VIIaDo0Ff0w/TeDr0L1dKJI/AAAAAAAAFgE/RzDG7t53EBA/s72-c/P4280009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-4290315897729147928</id><published>2011-05-27T09:54:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T14:15:51.852+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Ukrainian dacha'/><title type='text'>Bogdan's first dacha day</title><content type='html'>We had a good visit with Will's sister, Anna, even though she got really sick while she was here and each of our older children threw up a few times in sympathy with her. Once she recovered, we had a dacha day together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m8tGOd01Nr0/Td9LkNkijkI/AAAAAAAAFf8/EU-3tcz6wz0/s1600/P5230013.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m8tGOd01Nr0/Td9LkNkijkI/AAAAAAAAFf8/EU-3tcz6wz0/s320/P5230013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611286746217221698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YkNHXzIAmhQ/Td9Lj-WMnfI/AAAAAAAAFf0/AXaGibg5dRM/s1600/P5230016.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YkNHXzIAmhQ/Td9Lj-WMnfI/AAAAAAAAFf0/AXaGibg5dRM/s320/P5230016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611286742130531826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vyvQWMt42RE/Td9LjtgP0pI/AAAAAAAAFfs/Qv7Yslr55R8/s1600/P5230019.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vyvQWMt42RE/Td9LjtgP0pI/AAAAAAAAFfs/Qv7Yslr55R8/s320/P5230019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611286737609282194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0UZ18lcczbE/Td9LjelI8xI/AAAAAAAAFfk/y4XHU_dZT0I/s1600/P5230021.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0UZ18lcczbE/Td9LjelI8xI/AAAAAAAAFfk/y4XHU_dZT0I/s320/P5230021.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611286733603271442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-4290315897729147928?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/4290315897729147928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=4290315897729147928' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/4290315897729147928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/4290315897729147928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/05/bogdans-first-dacha-day.html' title='Bogdan&apos;s first dacha day'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m8tGOd01Nr0/Td9LkNkijkI/AAAAAAAAFf8/EU-3tcz6wz0/s72-c/P5230013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-867247281140527360</id><published>2011-05-17T20:53:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T21:04:23.433+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth certificate update</title><content type='html'>Will got an official, notarized translation of my new passport last week in Zaporozhya, and he took that to Vasilevka today. He came back from there with a form to fill out, and ran all around the hospital getting signatures and stamps for it. As he said, "We almost made great progress today!" That form just needs one more signature now. The head doctor was doing an operation when Will was looking for him. So, hopefully Will will be able to see him tomorrow, and then take the form back to Vasilevka. From there it goes on to Zaporozhya on Friday....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A random photo of the cutie:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--s6IltWJtd8/TdK3z9cQbNI/AAAAAAAAFfc/yI1kSI-SITI/s1600/P5130051.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--s6IltWJtd8/TdK3z9cQbNI/AAAAAAAAFfc/yI1kSI-SITI/s320/P5130051.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607746589323979986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--s6IltWJtd8/TdK3z9cQbNI/AAAAAAAAFfc/yI1kSI-SITI/s1600/P5130051.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He loves to kick and flap!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-867247281140527360?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/867247281140527360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=867247281140527360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/867247281140527360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/867247281140527360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/05/birth-certificate-update.html' title='Birth certificate update'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--s6IltWJtd8/TdK3z9cQbNI/AAAAAAAAFfc/yI1kSI-SITI/s72-c/P5130051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-843064160756709811</id><published>2011-05-12T19:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T23:38:59.747+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Springtime school</title><content type='html'>Jaan and I did school outside under the lilacs, while the girls played and Bogdan did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xbsgENJo3Pg/TcwL2VJek-I/AAAAAAAAFfU/yEmAsLHDIOc/s1600/P5110006.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xbsgENJo3Pg/TcwL2VJek-I/AAAAAAAAFfU/yEmAsLHDIOc/s320/P5110006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605868664187163618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nature study&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yY-IC2dq2sc/TcwL16WBgvI/AAAAAAAAFfM/O2YZz6ExUwo/s1600/P5110007.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yY-IC2dq2sc/TcwL16WBgvI/AAAAAAAAFfM/O2YZz6ExUwo/s320/P5110007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605868656992027378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jaan's desk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oCglLZ_fR7g/TcwL1fEQ2AI/AAAAAAAAFfE/ML7jpB3j4mE/s1600/P5110011.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oCglLZ_fR7g/TcwL1fEQ2AI/AAAAAAAAFfE/ML7jpB3j4mE/s320/P5110011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605868649669777410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ll2lGdOQ-gc/TcwL1MA3rAI/AAAAAAAAFe8/bqyhw9RAFO4/s1600/P5110012.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ll2lGdOQ-gc/TcwL1MA3rAI/AAAAAAAAFe8/bqyhw9RAFO4/s320/P5110012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605868644555271170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;School room for the day&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(with a neighbor child, too)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6XrPH-KqlWY/TcwL0oFac8I/AAAAAAAAFe0/F3zfy4S7E-Y/s1600/P5110016.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6XrPH-KqlWY/TcwL0oFac8I/AAAAAAAAFe0/F3zfy4S7E-Y/s320/P5110016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605868634910651330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Asya's favorite place&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;I say that she has her own personal love language: "swing me!" She would swing all day, every day, if she could. We have the best talks while I'm pushing her on the swing, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-843064160756709811?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/843064160756709811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=843064160756709811' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/843064160756709811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/843064160756709811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/05/springtime-school.html' title='Springtime school'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xbsgENJo3Pg/TcwL2VJek-I/AAAAAAAAFfU/yEmAsLHDIOc/s72-c/P5110006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-967192731933294859</id><published>2011-05-09T12:28:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T12:30:28.950+03:00</updated><title type='text'>С Днём Победы!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Or14xgWrAr4/Tcez0R8EpqI/AAAAAAAAFes/TO3lCqrCSEs/s1600/P5090043.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Or14xgWrAr4/Tcez0R8EpqI/AAAAAAAAFes/TO3lCqrCSEs/s320/P5090043.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604645972035806882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can you see Jaan?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-967192731933294859?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/967192731933294859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=967192731933294859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/967192731933294859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/967192731933294859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='С Днём Победы!'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Or14xgWrAr4/Tcez0R8EpqI/AAAAAAAAFes/TO3lCqrCSEs/s72-c/P5090043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-9140801616343597885</id><published>2011-05-06T20:15:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T20:16:37.544+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bath time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5c-sxHUt438/TcQs3gI_tWI/AAAAAAAAFek/kOgy_oo236Q/s1600/P5060019.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5c-sxHUt438/TcQs3gI_tWI/AAAAAAAAFek/kOgy_oo236Q/s320/P5060019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603653168387831138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-9140801616343597885?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/9140801616343597885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=9140801616343597885' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/9140801616343597885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/9140801616343597885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/05/bath-time.html' title='Bath time!'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5c-sxHUt438/TcQs3gI_tWI/AAAAAAAAFek/kOgy_oo236Q/s72-c/P5060019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-2466116287167839868</id><published>2011-05-05T20:55:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T21:04:00.171+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Home video</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry about the quality, and Jaan wasn't happy about his mistakes, but this is about the best that you'll get from us for now. And I do think it's cute. These are the pieces Jaan played at &lt;a href="http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/04/jaans-music.html"&gt;the recital&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe width="320" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/57Uet9ppEXQ?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-2466116287167839868?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/2466116287167839868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=2466116287167839868' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/2466116287167839868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/2466116287167839868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/05/home-video.html' title='Home video'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/57Uet9ppEXQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-7930572150240672922</id><published>2011-05-01T07:37:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T07:39:41.652+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lent and Easter 2011'/><title type='text'>It's still Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe width="320" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NdaYoMHNP_s?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-7930572150240672922?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/7930572150240672922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=7930572150240672922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/7930572150240672922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/7930572150240672922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-still-easter.html' title='It&apos;s still Easter!'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/NdaYoMHNP_s/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-7535699410518261231</id><published>2011-04-29T17:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T17:02:01.055+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinderella and her prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d3S2PmW2zpY/TbmBzTlRE5I/AAAAAAAAFd0/UUpj2jLZ2xM/s1600/P4230002.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d3S2PmW2zpY/TbmBzTlRE5I/AAAAAAAAFd0/UUpj2jLZ2xM/s320/P4230002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600650330041815954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YirCrqbvkio/TbmBzM_jD5I/AAAAAAAAFds/orjycIPJLQM/s1600/P4230003.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YirCrqbvkio/TbmBzM_jD5I/AAAAAAAAFds/orjycIPJLQM/s320/P4230003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600650328272998290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yfN6pzxdx08/TbmByvA4goI/AAAAAAAAFdk/yf3M11HS8xk/s1600/P4230004.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yfN6pzxdx08/TbmByvA4goI/AAAAAAAAFdk/yf3M11HS8xk/s320/P4230004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600650320225534594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QD9IskIqUj8/TbmByeOu_DI/AAAAAAAAFdc/sCGf7fsGtV4/s1600/P4230008.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QD9IskIqUj8/TbmByeOu_DI/AAAAAAAAFdc/sCGf7fsGtV4/s320/P4230008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600650315720227890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-7535699410518261231?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/7535699410518261231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=7535699410518261231' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/7535699410518261231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/7535699410518261231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/04/cinderella-and-her-prince.html' title='Cinderella and her prince'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d3S2PmW2zpY/TbmBzTlRE5I/AAAAAAAAFd0/UUpj2jLZ2xM/s72-c/P4230002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-6587758286005856379</id><published>2011-04-28T15:23:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T16:53:09.835+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lent and Easter 2011'/><title type='text'>Easter Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easter is my favorite holiday! Here's some of what it looked like for us this year:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6gRpwZgWXyk/Tba6H6TXpkI/AAAAAAAAFdE/M8WpDJAS4Cc/s1600/P4240015.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6gRpwZgWXyk/Tba6H6TXpkI/AAAAAAAAFdE/M8WpDJAS4Cc/s320/P4240015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599867831754139202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;The empty tomb&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JqvCW2dO1mM/Tba5moVL7tI/AAAAAAAAFcU/QsJF7fyCvzU/s1600/P4240018.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JqvCW2dO1mM/Tba5moVL7tI/AAAAAAAAFcU/QsJF7fyCvzU/s320/P4240018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599867259994238674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;"He is Risen!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4vdDz_sleHE/Tba5mWN1GII/AAAAAAAAFcM/4JqUcxgClqE/s1600/P4240020.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4vdDz_sleHE/Tba5mWN1GII/AAAAAAAAFcM/4JqUcxgClqE/s320/P4240020.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599867255131543682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Easter breakfast&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e2Fz5wwe6Qs/Tba5mDO2NOI/AAAAAAAAFcE/1vwUTUqM1kE/s1600/P4240035.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e2Fz5wwe6Qs/Tba5mDO2NOI/AAAAAAAAFcE/1vwUTUqM1kE/s320/P4240035.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599867250035537122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy baby&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kept trying to get him to repeat &lt;a href="http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html"&gt;his first grin&lt;/a&gt;, but this was as close as I could catch on film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5RaCOz_PoM/Tba5l2d2BeI/AAAAAAAAFb8/IvvGsjWDHVA/s1600/P4240056.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U5RaCOz_PoM/Tba5l2d2BeI/AAAAAAAAFb8/IvvGsjWDHVA/s320/P4240056.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599867246608778722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poems and songs at church&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SZg4cwdgOgo/Tba5lsiJ6RI/AAAAAAAAFb0/duJQfUzlcHU/s1600/P4240066.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SZg4cwdgOgo/Tba5lsiJ6RI/AAAAAAAAFb0/duJQfUzlcHU/s320/P4240066.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599867243942504722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Family photo after church&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We went home for naps, then came back for a picnic:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ydsk8Yn98Pk/Tba57o5qUHI/AAAAAAAAFcc/NoJjB8Iuon4/s1600/P4240003.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ydsk8Yn98Pk/Tba57o5qUHI/AAAAAAAAFcc/NoJjB8Iuon4/s320/P4240003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599867620924477554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bogdan and Katya&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h9LJDq5pdTg/Tba576X6bsI/AAAAAAAAFck/njH4O0b5I7c/s1600/P4240008.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h9LJDq5pdTg/Tba576X6bsI/AAAAAAAAFck/njH4O0b5I7c/s320/P4240008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599867625614765762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Roasting hot dogs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cOyx_8WexGY/Tba58r1sPLI/AAAAAAAAFc0/-dDnH2LiU-I/s1600/P4240012.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cOyx_8WexGY/Tba58r1sPLI/AAAAAAAAFc0/-dDnH2LiU-I/s320/P4240012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599867638893001906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Raia and Alisa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b1d2lH76vqk/Tba58UKXlDI/AAAAAAAAFcs/7oQpourO5cI/s1600/P4240009.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b1d2lH76vqk/Tba58UKXlDI/AAAAAAAAFcs/7oQpourO5cI/s320/P4240009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599867632537277490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Around the table&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t7XeRTA2tAo/Tba58yLC5fI/AAAAAAAAFc8/pvXBLY2GwM8/s1600/P4240014.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t7XeRTA2tAo/Tba58yLC5fI/AAAAAAAAFc8/pvXBLY2GwM8/s320/P4240014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599867640593180146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yum!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told her to show me what she had (kulich/paska). She thought I meant candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GNi50E1_00U/Tba6IN8mJII/AAAAAAAAFdM/Epdll6qQ-nQ/s1600/P4240015a.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GNi50E1_00U/Tba6IN8mJII/AAAAAAAAFdM/Epdll6qQ-nQ/s320/P4240015a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599867837027329154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jaan and Slavik&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NkAhoqUVngI/Tba6IQMIGeI/AAAAAAAAFdU/_7bipf0OB-U/s1600/P4240017.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NkAhoqUVngI/Tba6IQMIGeI/AAAAAAAAFdU/_7bipf0OB-U/s320/P4240017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599867837629340130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Raia and Asya break Sasha and Alisa's backs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Christ is Risen!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-6587758286005856379?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/6587758286005856379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=6587758286005856379' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/6587758286005856379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/6587758286005856379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-day.html' title='Easter Day'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6gRpwZgWXyk/Tba6H6TXpkI/AAAAAAAAFdE/M8WpDJAS4Cc/s72-c/P4240015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-8361439239627422566</id><published>2011-04-25T10:42:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T12:59:43.719+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaan's music</title><content type='html'>On Friday Jaan had his piano recital. It was incredible! I may be biased, but I was just amazed by how well he played and how grown up he seemed. He started off playing and then got stuck after just a few notes. While I prayed wildly in the back of the room, and his teacher whispered from off the stage, he just sat there, frozen. I was afraid that he'd panic or start crying. Then he came to life, heard her saying to start over, and did so. After that, he made it through all three of his pieces without another hitch. He finished, gave his little bow, and calmly went back to his seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xKWC-6uUkB8/TbKETlzFHGI/AAAAAAAAFbk/ft2gKELjuaY/s1600/P4220021.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xKWC-6uUkB8/TbKETlzFHGI/AAAAAAAAFbk/ft2gKELjuaY/s320/P4220021.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598682758873685090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Getting started&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;This picture really shows how his teacher works with him. She's so gentle and kind and encouraging! He was the littlest one, so she switched out the chairs before he played, and gave him one with a pillow to sit on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kJeXh2JwNrc/TbKEJkK0N2I/AAAAAAAAFbc/dZ_XAHxOAd0/s1600/P4220022.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kJeXh2JwNrc/TbKEJkK0N2I/AAAAAAAAFbc/dZ_XAHxOAd0/s320/P4220022.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598682586637678434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Playing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-86SToEz0voI/TbKEJQq80KI/AAAAAAAAFbU/sc042vo3CoE/s1600/P4220024.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-86SToEz0voI/TbKEJQq80KI/AAAAAAAAFbU/sc042vo3CoE/s320/P4220024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598682581403750562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;With Lyudmila Nikolaevna&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W2hYrbjiRWs/TbKEJBM5kzI/AAAAAAAAFbM/BG6BgErnUqI/s1600/P4220026.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W2hYrbjiRWs/TbKEJBM5kzI/AAAAAAAAFbM/BG6BgErnUqI/s320/P4220026.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598682577251177266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Outside the music school&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ls2EZ-qG-AE/TbKEI993mzI/AAAAAAAAFbE/51gAgg3Qjro/s1600/P4220027.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ls2EZ-qG-AE/TbKEI993mzI/AAAAAAAAFbE/51gAgg3Qjro/s320/P4220027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598682576382827314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ice cream afterwards&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-axMuOkwdmog/TbKEIvuq9hI/AAAAAAAAFa8/bmCpjlykDvg/s1600/P4220028.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-axMuOkwdmog/TbKEIvuq9hI/AAAAAAAAFa8/bmCpjlykDvg/s320/P4220028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598682572560987666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;The girls got some, too, of course&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was so sad that we didn't have any way to record the piano recital! However, we did borrow a video camera for &lt;a href="http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/04/music-school-concert.html"&gt;his choir concert&lt;/a&gt; two weeks ago. There's a little bit from that below. Jaan and the girl standing next to him were just hilarious. She takes vocals, where they teach them to be very dramatic in their singing, and she's just an animated little person anyway. Jaan stood like a statue. The contrast between the two of them was so funny. (Anyone who was here for camp and has a very good memory, might see Andrei, Yasha, Matvei and maybe even a few other familiar faces up there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="320" height="210" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gQu3k-CNP5w?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone notice that in &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0SjJ33zrxVk/TZ9MTn2NRkI/AAAAAAAAFZw/RFvTPvsK1uk/s1600/P4080009.jpg"&gt;the photo&lt;/a&gt; I posted earlier it looks like the big hair bows are on the teacher's head? &lt;img style="font-style: italic;" class="smilie" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/fylliska/biggrin.gif" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easter photos coming soon....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-8361439239627422566?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/8361439239627422566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=8361439239627422566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/8361439239627422566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/8361439239627422566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/04/jaans-music.html' title='Jaan&apos;s music'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xKWC-6uUkB8/TbKETlzFHGI/AAAAAAAAFbk/ft2gKELjuaY/s72-c/P4220021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-7320562582149406437</id><published>2011-04-24T08:21:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T13:39:12.946+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lent and Easter 2011'/><title type='text'>ХРИСТОС ВОСКРЕС!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I greeted Bogdan with that when he woke up, and he answered with the biggest smile I've seen from him so far. I wish you all as much joy in celebrating the Resurrection as I saw in that moment!&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HE IS RISEN INDEED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-7320562582149406437?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/7320562582149406437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=7320562582149406437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/7320562582149406437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/7320562582149406437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='ХРИСТОС ВОСКРЕС!'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-2684145561506732373</id><published>2011-04-23T11:15:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T13:22:15.613+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lent and Easter 2011'/><title type='text'>Good Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last night we blew out the last candle, placed a figure of Jesus in a tomb, and got ready for bed in the dark. Now we wait....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iCJUDFfYRSo/TbKKypLbd0I/AAAAAAAAFbs/-m509S-dUV4/s1600/P4220039.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iCJUDFfYRSo/TbKKypLbd0I/AAAAAAAAFbs/-m509S-dUV4/s320/P4220039.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598689889426831170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Our Easter garden looks a little sparse this year. Maybe it will grow more beautiful throughout the Easter season.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-2684145561506732373?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/2684145561506732373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=2684145561506732373' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/2684145561506732373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/2684145561506732373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-friday.html' title='Good Friday'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iCJUDFfYRSo/TbKKypLbd0I/AAAAAAAAFbs/-m509S-dUV4/s72-c/P4220039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-241327912117099626</id><published>2011-04-20T13:08:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T13:09:26.881+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lent and Easter 2011'/><title type='text'>Favorite photo from last night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S6U9Wlrls24/Ta6wrTwrFjI/AAAAAAAAFa0/2-sA7o2qScU/s1600/P4190028.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S6U9Wlrls24/Ta6wrTwrFjI/AAAAAAAAFa0/2-sA7o2qScU/s320/P4190028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597605644953392690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-241327912117099626?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/241327912117099626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=241327912117099626' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/241327912117099626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/241327912117099626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/04/favorite-photo-from-last-night.html' title='Favorite photo from last night'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S6U9Wlrls24/Ta6wrTwrFjI/AAAAAAAAFa0/2-sA7o2qScU/s72-c/P4190028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-3351654233780254262</id><published>2011-04-19T19:20:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T19:22:36.248+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fbpsrGDFlE4/Ta22aJJ8IlI/AAAAAAAAFas/aF2rfHQ1hdM/s1600/P4190006.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fbpsrGDFlE4/Ta22aJJ8IlI/AAAAAAAAFas/aF2rfHQ1hdM/s320/P4190006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597330472141857362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know what that is? My registration! Thank you, Lord! And thank you to everyone who has been praying for this. I'm legal again for the next year. &lt;img style="font-style: italic;" class="smilie" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/fylliska/smile.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-3351654233780254262?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/3351654233780254262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=3351654233780254262' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/3351654233780254262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/3351654233780254262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/04/look-at-this.html' title='Look at this!'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fbpsrGDFlE4/Ta22aJJ8IlI/AAAAAAAAFas/aF2rfHQ1hdM/s72-c/P4190006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-4582137666689737914</id><published>2011-04-16T20:20:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T13:09:36.483+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lent and Easter 2011'/><title type='text'>Preparing for Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4LXxz6_3cs/TanQZQlCvaI/AAAAAAAAFak/1WJLq9vYeKo/s1600/P4160056.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4LXxz6_3cs/TanQZQlCvaI/AAAAAAAAFak/1WJLq9vYeKo/s320/P4160056.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596233144350195106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year we're doing the one-week version of &lt;a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/resource-library/articles/lenten-lights"&gt;Lenten Lights&lt;/a&gt;, so we started tonight. We lit the candles, read, sang and even painted &lt;a href="http://www.sundayschoolkids.com/activities-lent-easter/1-rolled-palm-instru.htm"&gt;palm branches&lt;/a&gt; for tomorrow. I've missed having a longer season of reflection this year, but we were busy with something (someone!) else at the beginning of Lent. Hopefully we'll really be able to savor this week and then the whole Easter season after it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XMjvH7e3hpw/TanQZOPqZzI/AAAAAAAAFac/57_T_Q4t6Uk/s1600/P4160065.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XMjvH7e3hpw/TanQZOPqZzI/AAAAAAAAFac/57_T_Q4t6Uk/s320/P4160065.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596233143723648818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-4582137666689737914?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/4582137666689737914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=4582137666689737914' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/4582137666689737914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/4582137666689737914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/04/preparing-for-easter.html' title='Preparing for Easter'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4LXxz6_3cs/TanQZQlCvaI/AAAAAAAAFak/1WJLq9vYeKo/s72-c/P4160056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-7531478414185548446</id><published>2011-04-13T13:35:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T14:01:01.356+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A new, new law and other progress</title><content type='html'>A friend called last night and said that there's another &lt;a href="http://zakon1.rada.gov.ua/cgi-bin/laws/main.cgi?nreg=z0402-11"&gt;new law about birth certificates&lt;/a&gt;! I've mentioned the one new law that said babies born at home can only get birth certificates through a court process. The new, new law goes back to the old one, and actually even makes it more simple than it was. Maybe this will help us? The old new law went into effect in January, and the newer law just became effective March 28, so Bogdan was born under the older one; I don't know if that will make a difference. Also, birth certificates are supposed to be taken care of within the first month, and his one month birthday was yesterday. So, we'll see. Please keep praying. He will get a birth certificate one way or another! &lt;img style="font-style: italic;" class="smilie" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/fylliska/smile.gif" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were also waiting on a court decision about my visa registration. Our registration ran out in March, and my passport also needed to be renewed. The lady who is in charge of registration regionally worked everything out with Will, and she was going to extend my registration with a letter from the American embassy that said my new passport was on its way. However, when Will brought that letter back from Kiev, the nice lady took everything to her own boss, for him to approve it. He refused. So, that went to regional court, too. We were waiting for them to set a fine and let us know, so that I could pay it and then reregister. Will called today to check on that: they said it had been decided back on March 16 (no fine) and the decision sent back to Dneprorudnoe. After hearing that, Will called the local registration office, and they said they'd look for it. Hmm.... &lt;img style="font-style: italic;" class="smilie" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/fylliska/smile.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was probably too much detail for everyone except Mom. &lt;img style="font-style: italic;" class="smilie" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/fylliska/smile.gif" /&gt; And too confusing anyway! The long and short of it is to keep praying for both Bogdan's birth certificate and my visa registration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-7531478414185548446?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/7531478414185548446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=7531478414185548446' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/7531478414185548446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/7531478414185548446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-new-law-and-other-progress.html' title='A new, new law and other progress'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-4257296059169255637</id><published>2011-04-12T11:58:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T15:21:08.269+03:00</updated><title type='text'>One month old</title><content type='html'>And he's big! Unfortunately, I'm not entirely sure, but I think the nurse who weighed Bogdan today said that he weighs 4.5 kilograms. (I'm not used to them keeping the records there; I thought I'd be able to read everything when we got home, but they don't do that with babies. I should have listened better.) That would mean that he's gained more than a whole kilogram since he was born! I would believe it, because he's really filled out a lot. Asya was born weighing about 4 kilograms, and I had noticed that his round cheeks have caught up with what she had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ezrl-w3s5D8/TaRDFOj8yeI/AAAAAAAAFaU/BJngWuDr-co/s1600/P4090010.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ezrl-w3s5D8/TaRDFOj8yeI/AAAAAAAAFaU/BJngWuDr-co/s320/P4090010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594670394188286434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last night's bath&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Look at his round tummy. You can't see them, but he already has rolls on his thighs, too, instead of the little chicken legs that he was born with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-4257296059169255637?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/4257296059169255637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=4257296059169255637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/4257296059169255637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/4257296059169255637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-month-old.html' title='One month old'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ezrl-w3s5D8/TaRDFOj8yeI/AAAAAAAAFaU/BJngWuDr-co/s72-c/P4090010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-8355685478858432421</id><published>2011-04-09T11:59:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T12:00:17.774+03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Is this right, Mama?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yDybuTK5dvE/TaAgGpicPsI/AAAAAAAAFaA/9pfzV6CBzyM/s1600/P4080003.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yDybuTK5dvE/TaAgGpicPsI/AAAAAAAAFaA/9pfzV6CBzyM/s320/P4080003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593506035795771074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-8355685478858432421?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/8355685478858432421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=8355685478858432421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/8355685478858432421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/8355685478858432421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/04/is-this-right-mama.html' title='&quot;Is this right, Mama?&quot;'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yDybuTK5dvE/TaAgGpicPsI/AAAAAAAAFaA/9pfzV6CBzyM/s72-c/P4080003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-2993700249101113814</id><published>2011-04-08T20:53:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T21:02:40.620+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Music school concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v6LQUckdzJI/TZ9MT3iEUFI/AAAAAAAAFZ4/Hk-AhYTbY94/s1600/P4080006.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v6LQUckdzJI/TZ9MT3iEUFI/AAAAAAAAFZ4/Hk-AhYTbY94/s320/P4080006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593273166425509970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lilya and Alina went with us.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the sun came out for a few minutes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0SjJ33zrxVk/TZ9MTn2NRkI/AAAAAAAAFZw/RFvTPvsK1uk/s1600/P4080009.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0SjJ33zrxVk/TZ9MTn2NRkI/AAAAAAAAFZw/RFvTPvsK1uk/s320/P4080009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593273162215016002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jaan is fourth from the right in the front row.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LrObUPbfnYo/TZ9MTi6epOI/AAAAAAAAFZo/s-7UNYAaB1I/s1600/P4080022.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LrObUPbfnYo/TZ9MTi6epOI/AAAAAAAAFZo/s-7UNYAaB1I/s320/P4080022.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593273160890754274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-2993700249101113814?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/2993700249101113814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=2993700249101113814' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/2993700249101113814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/2993700249101113814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/04/music-school-concert.html' title='Music school concert'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v6LQUckdzJI/TZ9MT3iEUFI/AAAAAAAAFZ4/Hk-AhYTbY94/s72-c/P4080006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-6392300946255307669</id><published>2011-04-07T14:13:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T08:34:01.825+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Diapers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y7E5EkXY1pE/TZ2dH7A-mPI/AAAAAAAAFZg/vjH64JUpfF0/s1600/P3230006.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y7E5EkXY1pE/TZ2dH7A-mPI/AAAAAAAAFZg/vjH64JUpfF0/s320/P3230006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592799071690463474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After using the same cloth diapers for three babies, there was hardly anything left of them. I knew we'd have to get something new for Bogdan. He is now the richest of all four children! A wonderful company called &lt;a href="http://www.cottonbabies.com/"&gt;Cotton Babies&lt;/a&gt; actually has &lt;a href="http://www.cottonbabies.com/index.php?cPath=58"&gt;a program to give diapers&lt;/a&gt; to missionaries. I applied, and they approved us. Before we used simple, prefolds and the cheapest covers that I could find. Cotton Babies gave us a set of really nice &lt;a href="http://www.cottonbabies.com/product_info.php?cPath=98&amp;amp;products_id=2424"&gt;BumGenius&lt;/a&gt; diapers. They're great! This is a huge step up from what we've had before and a very generous gift. If you use cloth diapers or are looking to buy other baby care supplies, please consider supporting Cotton Babies (and, no, they did not ask me to write this. &lt;img style="font-style: italic;" class="smilie" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/fylliska/smile.gif" /&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The picture is from two weeks ago, when we first got our diapers. Baba Julie forwarded them on to us from Cotton Babies, and we're very thankful to her, too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-6392300946255307669?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/6392300946255307669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=6392300946255307669' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/6392300946255307669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/6392300946255307669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/04/diapers.html' title='Diapers!'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y7E5EkXY1pE/TZ2dH7A-mPI/AAAAAAAAFZg/vjH64JUpfF0/s72-c/P3230006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-8990014559125140051</id><published>2011-04-06T19:59:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T20:46:09.674+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Look what we got</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dsav6ge-lGs/TZycDUvVmtI/AAAAAAAAFZY/cdspXmq-fKk/s1600/P4060001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dsav6ge-lGs/TZycDUvVmtI/AAAAAAAAFZY/cdspXmq-fKk/s320/P4060001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592516418208111314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;A pacifier!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have really mixed feelings about pacifiers. When Jaan was a baby, I was totally against them. Fortunately, he helped me. When people tried to give them to him, he screamed. Raia didn't like them either. Later she started sucking her finger, though. Here there's only one thing worse than not giving your baby a pacifier, and that is letting her suck her finger. So, after about two years of hearing what a terrible mother I am, Asya got a pacifier. Anything to avoid the dreaded finger! (Or, actually, to avoid the scoldings that go with finger sucking.) And it worked beautifully. She had her pacifier until a little after her first birthday. We got rid of it with hardly any fussing... and then two weeks later she started sucking her finger. (And don't tell anyone, but she still does at age 3.) Oops. I lost all my good mama points right there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bogdan is only three weeks old, but I'm already getting tired of being greeted with "Congrats on your new baby! Where's his pacifier?" I bought him one today, and we'll see what he thinks of it. I still don't like having a foreign object sticking out of my baby's mouth, and I don't like chasing down pacifiers. If it makes him happier, I don't mind, though. Maybe it will make the general public happier, too. Although, of course, I'm much more concerned about what my baby needs than what "they" think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/fylliska/posts/10150151492407005"&gt;I did ask on Facebook&lt;/a&gt; what people think of pacifiers, and it was fun to hear all the different experiences and opinions. In this part of the world there's only one opinion: You Must Give Your Baby a Pacifier or You Are a Very Bad Mother. What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-8990014559125140051?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/8990014559125140051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=8990014559125140051' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/8990014559125140051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/8990014559125140051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/04/look-what-we-got.html' title='Look what we got'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dsav6ge-lGs/TZycDUvVmtI/AAAAAAAAFZY/cdspXmq-fKk/s72-c/P4060001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-3878897735381663110</id><published>2011-04-05T20:09:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T20:14:51.606+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Awake and asleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaZSP4d2JFU/TZtOAHhGAKI/AAAAAAAAFZQ/q4d8UNqLTWw/s1600/P4050012.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaZSP4d2JFU/TZtOAHhGAKI/AAAAAAAAFZQ/q4d8UNqLTWw/s320/P4050012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592149126235422882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibfrC23s7lA/TZtN__Jit_I/AAAAAAAAFZI/bAn9bbsCwrQ/s1600/P4050004.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibfrC23s7lA/TZtN__Jit_I/AAAAAAAAFZI/bAn9bbsCwrQ/s320/P4050004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592149123989157874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-3878897735381663110?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/3878897735381663110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=3878897735381663110' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/3878897735381663110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/3878897735381663110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/04/awake-and-asleep.html' title='Awake and asleep'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaZSP4d2JFU/TZtOAHhGAKI/AAAAAAAAFZQ/q4d8UNqLTWw/s72-c/P4050012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-6690390059902097583</id><published>2011-04-04T17:53:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T17:58:40.527+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ZVEw9Gu8jI/TZnbv3y_6sI/AAAAAAAAFYo/Ybknwe74uEg/s1600/P4040006.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ZVEw9Gu8jI/TZnbv3y_6sI/AAAAAAAAFYo/Ybknwe74uEg/s320/P4040006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591742027835370178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;New life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--kFVwUD3RA0/TZnbwM953yI/AAAAAAAAFYw/sK3waBvQhWw/s1600/P4020050.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--kFVwUD3RA0/TZnbwM953yI/AAAAAAAAFYw/sK3waBvQhWw/s320/P4020050.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591742033518255906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;New life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year I never did figure out exactly what these flowers are. They're some of the first blooms of spring here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(And the top photo also shows off &lt;a href="http://ravel.me/fylliska/d5vrs"&gt;the blanket I just finished&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-6690390059902097583?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/6690390059902097583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=6690390059902097583' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/6690390059902097583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/6690390059902097583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring.html' title='Spring!'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ZVEw9Gu8jI/TZnbv3y_6sI/AAAAAAAAFYo/Ybknwe74uEg/s72-c/P4040006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-1752437082062947742</id><published>2011-04-03T16:11:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T16:14:01.184+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting ready for church</title><content type='html'>Not startled, just amazed by the big helpers all around him:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UTeh_X4pQ1Q/TZhyTihVTKI/AAAAAAAAFYY/758FFSHUxcg/s1600/P4030004.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UTeh_X4pQ1Q/TZhyTihVTKI/AAAAAAAAFYY/758FFSHUxcg/s320/P4030004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591344617390165154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9FtAGs8gz8A/TZhycFp5JkI/AAAAAAAAFYg/LGLcaU4xa30/s1600/P4030006.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9FtAGs8gz8A/TZhycFp5JkI/AAAAAAAAFYg/LGLcaU4xa30/s320/P4030006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591344764260263490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-1752437082062947742?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/1752437082062947742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=1752437082062947742' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/1752437082062947742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/1752437082062947742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/04/getting-ready-for-church.html' title='Getting ready for church'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UTeh_X4pQ1Q/TZhyTihVTKI/AAAAAAAAFYY/758FFSHUxcg/s72-c/P4030004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-5843321766445329026</id><published>2011-04-02T20:33:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T21:55:08.139+03:00</updated><title type='text'>3 weeks old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Nothing makes me want to stop time like having a newborn around! So, I'm savoring every moment. (Well, maybe every moment except for those that come around 3:00 am.) Bogdan is really a pretty easy, sweet, calm baby. We are still amazed by how much he loves to stare at faces. His usual expression is WIDE-eyes and a very serious look straight at the closest face. He's also just starting to smile and maybe coo once in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZK1P0oPa7Fk/TZdeAO4DquI/AAAAAAAAFYQ/Wnud6ulJgcY/s1600/P3270004.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZK1P0oPa7Fk/TZdeAO4DquI/AAAAAAAAFYQ/Wnud6ulJgcY/s320/P3270004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591040820489988834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r6bBFHDs4uk/TZdd_2y9a3I/AAAAAAAAFYI/SxbMaCJWeww/s1600/P3300034.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r6bBFHDs4uk/TZdd_2y9a3I/AAAAAAAAFYI/SxbMaCJWeww/s320/P3300034.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591040814026156914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know when I'll get back to posting weekly, but this week I'm going to try to get a new photo up every day....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-5843321766445329026?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/5843321766445329026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=5843321766445329026' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/5843321766445329026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/5843321766445329026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/04/3-weeks-old.html' title='3 weeks old'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZK1P0oPa7Fk/TZdeAO4DquI/AAAAAAAAFYQ/Wnud6ulJgcY/s72-c/P3270004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11096572.post-4605780623960287426</id><published>2011-03-28T07:18:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T07:26:36.255+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Look and listen with us'/><title type='text'>Look and listen archive</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm archiving here what we looked at and listened to during Term 2. The current selections will be up on the &lt;a href="http://fylliska.blogspot.com/p/look-and-listen-with-us.html"&gt;Look and listen with us&lt;/a&gt; page. --&amp;gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Term 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Caravaggio&lt;br /&gt;Composer: Vivaldi&lt;br /&gt;Folk songs: Tall Men Riding, Калинка (Russian), and Ой, на горі жито (Ukrainian)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The folk songs are the same throughout the term:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/widget.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;amp;widgetID=23300072&amp;amp;style=metal&amp;amp;bbg=000000&amp;amp;bfg=666666&amp;amp;bt=FFFFFF&amp;amp;bth=000000&amp;amp;pbg=FFFFFF&amp;amp;pbgh=666666&amp;amp;pfg=000000&amp;amp;pfgh=FFFFFF&amp;amp;si=FFFFFF&amp;amp;lbg=FFFFFF&amp;amp;lbgh=666666&amp;amp;lfg=000000&amp;amp;lfgh=FFFFFF&amp;amp;sb=FFFFFF&amp;amp;sbh=666666&amp;amp;p=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/widget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="350" height="200" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;amp;widgetID=23300072&amp;amp;style=metal&amp;amp;bbg=000000&amp;amp;bfg=666666&amp;amp;bt=FFFFFF&amp;amp;bth=000000&amp;amp;pbg=FFFFFF&amp;amp;pbgh=666666&amp;amp;pfg=000000&amp;amp;pfgh=FFFFFF&amp;amp;si=FFFFFF&amp;amp;lbg=FFFFFF&amp;amp;lbgh=666666&amp;amp;lfg=000000&amp;amp;lfgh=FFFFFF&amp;amp;sb=FFFFFF&amp;amp;sbh=666666&amp;amp;p=0" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="window"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fisheracademy.blogspot.com/2010/11/folksong-tall-men-riding.html"&gt;English video and info&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.karaoke.ru/song/684.htm"&gt;Russian words&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://proridne.com/pisni/%D0%9E%D0%99%20%D0%9D%D0%90%20%D0%93%D0%9E%D0%A0%D0%86%20%D0%96%D0%98%D0%A2%D0%9E.html"&gt;Ukrainian words&lt;/a&gt; (and sheet music!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://listen.grooveshark.com/s/_/3mweqA"&gt;Ukrainian music&lt;/a&gt; (I can't get it onto the playlist above for some reason.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hymns change monthly. Here are December's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/widget.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;amp;widgetID=23300073&amp;amp;style=metal&amp;amp;bbg=000000&amp;amp;bfg=666666&amp;amp;bt=FFFFFF&amp;amp;bth=000000&amp;amp;pbg=FFFFFF&amp;amp;pbgh=666666&amp;amp;pfg=000000&amp;amp;pfgh=FFFFFF&amp;amp;si=FFFFFF&amp;amp;lbg=FFFFFF&amp;amp;lbgh=666666&amp;amp;lfg=000000&amp;amp;lfgh=FFFFFF&amp;amp;sb=FFFFFF&amp;amp;sbh=666666&amp;amp;p=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/widget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="350" height="200" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;amp;widgetID=23300073&amp;amp;style=metal&amp;amp;bbg=000000&amp;amp;bfg=666666&amp;amp;bt=FFFFFF&amp;amp;bth=000000&amp;amp;pbg=FFFFFF&amp;amp;pbgh=666666&amp;amp;pfg=000000&amp;amp;pfgh=FFFFFF&amp;amp;si=FFFFFF&amp;amp;lbg=FFFFFF&amp;amp;lbgh=666666&amp;amp;lfg=000000&amp;amp;lfgh=FFFFFF&amp;amp;sb=FFFFFF&amp;amp;sbh=666666&amp;amp;p=0" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="window"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bogmedia.org/video/%D0%92%D0%B5%D1%81%D1%82%D1%8C_%D0%BE%D0%B1_%D0%98%D0%B8%D1%81%D1%83%D1%81%D0%B5_%D1%81%D0%BA%D0%B0%D0%B6%D0%B8_%D0%BC%D0%BD%D0%B5"&gt;Russian video with words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January's:&lt;br /&gt;O God, Our Help In Ages Past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blagovam.org/media/music/pesni/velikiy_bog/05_o_imia_iisysa.mp3"&gt;О имя Иисуса&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TNXpMylnhcA%22"&gt;I'll Fly Away&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blagovam.org/media/music/pesni/velikiy_bog/03_krasota_iisysa_sviatis_vo_mne.mp3"&gt;Красота Иисуса Светись во Мне&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.blagovestnik.org/songs/23hsp/23010.htm"&gt;words&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we'll spend two weeks on each piece of art and classical music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" bordercolor="#ffffff" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="3" style="background-color: white;"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Weeks 13-14&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abcgallery.com/C/caravaggio/caravaggio15.html" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="163" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAS8gW5VKHE/TPoMR9AZcWI/AAAAAAAAFMM/fOPloSA28VE/s200/1.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="150"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/widget.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;amp;widgetID=23301849&amp;amp;style=metal&amp;amp;bbg=000000&amp;amp;bfg=666666&amp;amp;bt=FFFFFF&amp;amp;bth=000000&amp;amp;pbg=FFFFFF&amp;amp;pbgh=666666&amp;amp;pfg=000000&amp;amp;pfgh=FFFFFF&amp;amp;si=FFFFFF&amp;amp;lbg=FFFFFF&amp;amp;lbgh=666666&amp;amp;lfg=000000&amp;amp;lfgh=FFFFFF&amp;amp;sb=FFFFFF&amp;amp;sbh=666666&amp;amp;p=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/widget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="150" height="200" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;amp;widgetID=23301849&amp;amp;style=metal&amp;amp;bbg=000000&amp;amp;bfg=666666&amp;amp;bt=FFFFFF&amp;amp;bth=000000&amp;amp;pbg=FFFFFF&amp;amp;pbgh=666666&amp;amp;pfg=000000&amp;amp;pfgh=FFFFFF&amp;amp;si=FFFFFF&amp;amp;lbg=FFFFFF&amp;amp;lbgh=666666&amp;amp;lfg=000000&amp;amp;lfgh=FFFFFF&amp;amp;sb=FFFFFF&amp;amp;sbh=666666&amp;amp;p=0" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="window"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" bordercolor="#ffffff" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="3" style="background-color: white;"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Weeks 15-16&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abcgallery.com/C/caravaggio/caravaggio51.html" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAS8gW5VKHE/TPoMUCs0piI/AAAAAAAAFMc/S4CFztc80Rk/s200/caravaggio51.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="150"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/widget.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;amp;widgetID=23301847&amp;amp;style=metal&amp;amp;bbg=000000&amp;amp;bfg=666666&amp;amp;bt=FFFFFF&amp;amp;bth=000000&amp;amp;pbg=FFFFFF&amp;amp;pbgh=666666&amp;amp;pfg=000000&amp;amp;pfgh=FFFFFF&amp;amp;si=FFFFFF&amp;amp;lbg=FFFFFF&amp;amp;lbgh=666666&amp;amp;lfg=000000&amp;amp;lfgh=FFFFFF&amp;amp;sb=FFFFFF&amp;amp;sbh=666666&amp;amp;p=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/widget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="150" height="200" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;amp;widgetID=23301847&amp;amp;style=metal&amp;amp;bbg=000000&amp;amp;bfg=666666&amp;amp;bt=FFFFFF&amp;amp;bth=000000&amp;amp;pbg=FFFFFF&amp;amp;pbgh=666666&amp;amp;pfg=000000&amp;amp;pfgh=FFFFFF&amp;amp;si=FFFFFF&amp;amp;lbg=FFFFFF&amp;amp;lbgh=666666&amp;amp;lfg=000000&amp;amp;lfgh=FFFFFF&amp;amp;sb=FFFFFF&amp;amp;sbh=666666&amp;amp;p=0" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="window"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" bordercolor="#ffffff" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="3" style="background-color: white;"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Weeks 17-18&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abcgallery.com/C/caravaggio/caravaggio24.html" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="189" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAS8gW5VKHE/TPoMSTuFSKI/AAAAAAAAFMQ/iH8WFIT45n4/s200/caravaggio24.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="150"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/widget.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;amp;widgetID=23301852&amp;amp;style=metal&amp;amp;bbg=000000&amp;amp;bfg=666666&amp;amp;bt=FFFFFF&amp;amp;bth=000000&amp;amp;pbg=FFFFFF&amp;amp;pbgh=666666&amp;amp;pfg=000000&amp;amp;pfgh=FFFFFF&amp;amp;si=FFFFFF&amp;amp;lbg=FFFFFF&amp;amp;lbgh=666666&amp;amp;lfg=000000&amp;amp;lfgh=FFFFFF&amp;amp;sb=FFFFFF&amp;amp;sbh=666666&amp;amp;p=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/widget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="150" height="200" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;amp;widgetID=23301852&amp;amp;style=metal&amp;amp;bbg=000000&amp;amp;bfg=666666&amp;amp;bt=FFFFFF&amp;amp;bth=000000&amp;amp;pbg=FFFFFF&amp;amp;pbgh=666666&amp;amp;pfg=000000&amp;amp;pfgh=FFFFFF&amp;amp;si=FFFFFF&amp;amp;lbg=FFFFFF&amp;amp;lbgh=666666&amp;amp;lfg=000000&amp;amp;lfgh=FFFFFF&amp;amp;sb=FFFFFF&amp;amp;sbh=666666&amp;amp;p=0" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="window"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" bordercolor="#ffffff" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="3" style="background-color: white;"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Weeks 19-20&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abcgallery.com/C/caravaggio/caravaggio25.html" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAS8gW5VKHE/TPoMTImX2cI/AAAAAAAAFMU/Vi0MPYv8ZvI/s200/caravaggio25.JPG" width="154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Vivaldi CDs&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" bordercolor="#ffffff" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="3" style="background-color: white;"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Weeks 21-22&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abcgallery.com/C/caravaggio/caravaggio41.html" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WAS8gW5VKHE/TPoMTQw37xI/AAAAAAAAFMY/jCcOJGGI0hY/s200/caravaggio41.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Vivaldi CDs&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" bordercolor="#ffffff" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="3" style="background-color: white;"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Weeks 23-24&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abcgallery.com/C/caravaggio/caravaggio60.html" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="134" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WAS8gW5VKHE/TPoMUtkV0zI/AAAAAAAAFMg/sDohjBlU9UM/s200/caravaggio60.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Vivaldi CDs&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*I've obviously chosen the Russian and Ukrainian songs on my own. A note on how I choose the hymns: if the Russian version of the English hymn is something that we actually sing, I use it. Otherwise, I try to pick something classically Russian or just something that we like. Folk songs are just from two disks of folk songs for children--specifically for children!--that we have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11096572-4605780623960287426?l=fylliska.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/feeds/4605780623960287426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11096572&amp;postID=4605780623960287426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/4605780623960287426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11096572/posts/default/4605780623960287426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fylliska.blogspot.com/2011/03/look-and-listen-term-2.html' title='Look and listen archive'/><author><name>Phyllis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09529794989164847124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/63199821_8a32ca654a.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WAS8gW5VKHE/TPoMR9AZcWI/AAAAAAAAFMM/fOPloSA28VE/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
