Feb 25, 2006


A favorite pastime: gathering balls around the yard to put in the grocery cart

Choo choo!

Uh-oh choo choo

Gathering oranges to juice

Uh-oh choo choo

Four generations of handsome (and first born) Peters boys: Aaron, Ben, John Milton, and John Peters

Five generations of family (by marriage, at least!) Marsha, Koutney, Aaron, Ruanne, and Ruth

Discovering the doggie door

Phone's for you

The traditional Friday night catfish dinner at Shiro's... mmm...

The whole crew at Shiro's resturant, the Friday-after-Thanksgiving tradition

Now that's a well-eaten catfish

Us (Aaron was happily jumping around at home with his cousins and babysitter)

Aaron and cousins Eden and Rex

Aaron and cousin (once removed... but we like to just forget that removal since they're relatively close to his age) Ricky walking up the stairs

Feb 15, 2006


G'ma Marsha and Aaron, self portrait

An efficient way to travel

Snacking at the airport

Sleeping family

Snacking at the Chicago airport

Feb 8, 2006

A bit of explanation

Okay well I guess I can give a little update now even though I am not caught up picture-wise to the current date. It's going to take awhile, considering that November and December were both big months for picture taking. I'm almost done posting November pictures (all I have left are the Thanksgiving pics, which are coming soon) but haven't started December or January yet. Slowly but surely.

We still love New York, and are still having a great time. We just can't get over how much the city has to offer, even to poor folk like us. Actually, we're not as poor as we once were--I now have three jobs, all part-time and only one with a reliable, consistent weekly schedule. I'm teaching fourth graders with an after-school tutoring program. I teach twice a week and the school I go to is only about a 20 minute commute, which is nothing compared to the hour and a half that many Brooklynites do. The students are 90% from Hispanic backgrounds, which means I get to practice my Spanish sometimes. All of my students speak English, but most of their parents don't. I enjoy the job most of the time but I need to learn to use my voice more efficiently so my throat doesn't get sore after every lesson. This will be a good time to look back and reflect upon: how many times does one get the chance to work in a Harlem public school with kids who are there because, at least most of the time, they want to be there? It's a great experience, added income aside.

Ben is still working on his classwork, and has an unusually light load this semester, which is great for us because he gets to stay with Aaron almost all the time I am at work. He also gets to spend a lot of time writing applications for various programs and seems particularly adept at not spending every waking moment doing his coursework. It's actually a real blessing given that most of his peers in other (professional) schools are rarely around to be with their families.

He's been working on finding something for us to do over the summer, and has applied to places all over the world. If he gets accepted to everything he applied for and we do all of them (which is actually impossible because of space-time conflicts), we would end up in Germany, England, Kazakhstan, Estonia, and Russia for the summer, sometimes with multiple sponsors in a single place. Haha, it's pretty funny to think about. We're just planning on none of them working out and we'll be excited if any of them do. Some of them last just from a few days to a couple weeks (like Estonia, Russia, and England) and others are months (like Germany and Kazakhstan). Check out a map and look at how far away Almaty, Kazakhstan is. Pretty darn far. (Maybe we can swing by his old mission cities, like Orenburg, Penza, and Samara too.) Almost all people speak Russian in urban Kazakhstan so, at least, we will be linguistically at ease there but it will be an adventure for Aaron and me to figure out what to do all day. I guess find some friends and see what they do. Maybe learn something about Kazakh cuisine. Maybe be tutored in Russian or Kazakh. In case you cannot tell, everything is up in the air.

Besides doing applications, Ben reads a lot and goes to class. This morning he work up at 9:56 for his 10:00 class, and, so he reports, basically made it on time. He continues to love his program. This semester's classes are different than last semesters: more business and economics, less history and social theory. German is the only class that has carried over from last semester in fact. Almost everyday he wonders outloud about what he is going to do once he graduates but, still, he doesn't dwell on it too much, or at least he doesn't have any consistent answers. Little has changed and that is great. We're having a blast now, so might as well stick with that. Certainty is overrated anyway.

Aaron has been sick the past few days but otherwise is doing quite well. His vocabulary has really taken off, both in English and Russian. He said "purple starfish" the other day, for example. But most of his new words still come in isolated phrase segments. No sentences yet, which is fine by us. We're pretty sure he has no idea Russian and English are two different languages, but oh well. He'll figure it out someday, hopefully. His immersion into German this summer would probably do little to simplify the language puzzle. Oh well.

Aaron loves to read books and play with his best friend Julia who lives in the next apartment building. He really adores her, it's so cute. He'll ask to go see her several times a day, and if she comes over he gets superbly excited-- JUYA, JUYA, JUYA!!! Today they were sitting down together and Aaron reached over and patted her back and said with a smile, "Juya."

Feb 6, 2006


This is the beginning of a bunch of pictures from when Aaron and I went to Utah in early November to translate for some friends. Here is Aaron enjoying some wheat waffles with Ben's cousins Eden and Beau. Aaron adores both of them, and still asks for them every once in a while.

Aaron and Eden, with Beau crawling up the stairs

Playing with his buddies Anton and Patrick. Anton is the kid I went to Utah to translate for, since he had just recently been adopted from Kazakhstan by good friends of ours and didn't speak any English yet. He's such a great kid, and Aaron adored him also. He called him "ton," but, as Anton says, Aaron says his name in Russian and not English.

Aaron trying to help soothe baby Owen, who is held by my mom (and with Krista watching on)

Trying to feed baby Owen his milk. Aaron is obsessed with giving babies bottles; he seems to think it the cure-all.

For dessert at my parents' house I tried to give Aaron a very small square of pumpkin dessert but he was outraged. He wanted one that was the same size as everyone else's, so I decided to experiment and give him a whole piece. Here he is enjoying it, with multiple senses.

ha-ha!

Us with Great Grandma Lambert, in her kitchen

At the Lambert Provo house for a Sunday meal: Susa, me (Kourtney), Aaron, Carolyn, with Beau and Eden in the front row

Yeap, he ate almost the whole thing. But I think it's important the he didn't eat the WHOLE thing. Doesn't that show some sort of body wisdom??

Selfly-hatted

We had a surprise in the LGA airport: my brother Ben was on the same flight with us from LGA to Denver. Aaron was delighted. Here he is riding with Ben on the moving walkway in Denver (with John watching on the sidelines, eating a PB sandwich).

Reading the safety instructions on the plane ride home (can't be too careful)

Back at home, everything back to normal

Opening up birthday presents from Great Grandma Goodie. (Thanks grandma!)

He likes to put my hat on and pull it over his eyes to try and look through the tiny holes as he walks along. He's pretty good at it actually.

Where's Aaron?!

Showing off his new Pooh pajamas (from Great Grandma Goodie Paulsen)

This is Aaron on his birthday, trying to say that he is two years old now. The fingers just weren't quite there yet.

Two years old! (successfully!)

We did put a party hat on him on his real birthday, and enjoyed some juice together

Enjoying some Baby Einstein together with his friend Madeline, who came over briefly on his birthday.

Here are Madeline and Aaron hugging.

A ball! (He loved all the ball presents, and could spot them right away. He even threw a couple of them before they were unwrapped.)

I didn't set this up: Aaron was eating a piece of meat, with it hanging out of his mouth when Madeline came up and latched on. So funny!

We celebrated Aaron's birthday with friends on the Friday after his actual birthday, with cake, ice cream, and friends. We put streamers up, had balloons, and put up an album of Aaron pictures for friends to look at. He seemed to have a really good time, especially when it came to the ice cream part. He didn't successfully blow out his candles, but since then he has requested to practice several times and seems confident that such embarrassment won't happen next year at the big third b-day

Ukrainian Aaron with his momma-made cake (actually, I never saw a male two-year-old in Ukraine with hair as long as Aaron's... This was during Aaron's scared-of-haircuts phase, which is now over.)

Is that for me?

Peeking

Party attendees enjoying the cake and ice cream. Aaron didn't touch the cake, although he did eat a lot of ice cream and some of the toppings from the cake. Actually, I've never seen Aaron eat cake when ice cream is available. An ice cream boy, I guess! (BFI club? Let's hope not. hehe)