2 little indians...and a quaker.

the little devil himself.

Today I was taken down by a 3 year old. As it turns out, Illusia can throw. Like, REALLY throw. I gave this kid a football and he hucked it across a rather large room, perfect spiral.. weird.

Anyway, I let down my guard for two seconds..Illusia found a toy ring. Target practice! Smack in the nose, blood everywhere. Oh yes, he is three.

On a lighter note..


Today was spectacle. My kids are SO cute.


I hate that 5 year olds have no concept of forever. I am never going to see them again. It kills me.  I had no idea how hard it would be to leave them. I have no idea what I was expecting either..maybe a picture and huge group hug..? Well, I don't really remember what it was like to be five..but it is the end of school and they just wanted to get out of there...so they did. My heart is kinda in shambles...but that is ok. I only cried a little.

I can't believe it is over. I can't believe I will never be in that ghetto school ever again, wondering what electronic it will fry of mine this week...or what scary thing is going to be served at lunch...or which chunk of wall is going to come down next..


For now... CUTENESS!
It was amazingly awesome to see how Ukrainians think "westerners" look. Some of them did nail it on the head though. I'm so proud! Awe tear.