Desi Candor

“Do you know how to speak New York?” Des asked of his new Russian friend, Ellionna.

Nate and I were talking about the likelihood of the school admitting Des as a non-Russian speaker and DPJ interrupted with a hopeful, “I can speak Russian. . . Kapish? Kapish? Kapish?!” but Nate informed him that ‘Kapish’ was Italian.

“It’s cold like Russia out here! It’s cold like Russia out here!” Des began to shout this several times after we first stepped outside the Moscow airport.

Why did I have to go to Russia anyway? Why didn’t you leave me with a babysitter?

“How do you say Spiderman in Russian?” Desi asked this of a little girl, Ellionna, who was also staying at the ‘hotel’ with her family here in Podsosnovo.

Why don’t they know about Spiderman here?

You know what’s cute mom&dad? Zoe hugging me!

After planting a big kiss on my cheek Des said, “Delicious kiss!”

Don’t scatter your stuff around. I don’t want my bed all girly, I want it all boyly.

“I wish I was a girl like Zoe.” Des said appreciatively after watching and laughing at her dancing and being silly. [He said this not an hour after saying the above ‘girly’ remark to her! Ha!]

Zoe and I were singing songs early one morning after she joined me in bed. Des was still out on the couch bed snoozing and after consecutive rounds of “Jesus Said Love Everyone”, Des stirred in the other room and muttered, “That heart song makes my head struggle – you need a new song.”

Mom’s more funnier that Dad, he’s more serious.

This morning Nikolai climbed down into the pit he has under the floor boards in the living room and brought up a huge jar of raspberry preserves. The babes and I were in complete ecstasies shortly thereafter, slathering it on bread. I declared, “Oh my heart! I LOVE good food!” Des followed up with, “I think we’re in heaven – in Jesus’ land!” and Zoe sweetly summarized, “Heaven.”

Zoe: Moo moo!
Des: Zoe, you’re not a cow!
Zoe: Cow! Moooomooo. . .
Des: You’re not a cow, you’re a lovely baby, a lovely Zoe!