Ya Lublu tibia

My friend finally brought me the Russian Rosetta Stone.  Can't wait to find 5 minutes to open it and see how much I can butcher the language.

Oh. boy, I am starting to have flashbacks of our trip to Russia. . .my brain turned to mush not hearing anything I understood for 10 days.

 

This was a photo I took on the trip- whether it's title is
"JET LAG"

or

"SLOWLY GOING INSANE"

is up to the beholder.

Bilingual Child

Ok, so have I mentioned that Leo and I are attempting to raise Isaac as a bilingual child? 

They - whoever they are- say that it helps with brain development and lord knows, I do not want to disappoint my MIL or husband since they are both fluent.  I do wonder at times how much my son will have an opportunity to speak Russian where we live. 

Even so, I have been the one to tell Leo to continue when he was ready to throw in the towel.  I am happy that Isaac seems to understand us both in two languages, and has busted out a paka, da, and spasiba from time to time. 

I have wanted to learn Russian, but it is a doozy of a language so I have been able to skirt the issue until this week. . .

A friend of mine just secured an inexpensive Russian Rosetta stone for me in Asia, so now I am on the hot seat.  I hope I can find time for my lessons between job searching, writing, creating the new online blog here for the local paper that now has been added to all of the mountain area webistes (yikes- can you say writers block), waiting for my real estate license to transfer so I can begin to build that business, being a wife, mother, carving out an hour to myself a week, and cleaning up my car after the projectile vomiting episode with Isaac this weekend when we attempted to have a nice day in the city.

Don't get me wrong, I have wanted the Rosetta Stone for awhile, but now I will have no excuse not to attempt to learn Russian even if I get a headache just looking at its unusual letters.

Truth be told, the headache can really be blamed on the memory of my first and only trip to Russia with Leo.

No disrespect to Russia, it is a lovely place, but when you are sitting in a room full of Russians who all love to hear themselves talk, and then you realize that a week has gone by without you hearing ANYTHING that you understand, and suddenly your husband breaks out of his trance and appologizes for his family and friends and you realize that aside from one person at the table, everyone speaks English, you can get a little violent.

Perhaps those are the same sentiments that surface when I hear others saying that Isaac is a little delayed in his speech.  HE IS LEARNING TWO LANGUAGES.

In any case, I am trying to stay calm, but the next person that mentions his development in this area may well find one of these in a place they are not expecting it.