To manage travel for his family to American, Egor departed at four this morning for a trip to the Russian consulate in New York. I awoke to penetrating shrieks from Liev, who intended to solicit anyone in the apartment complex to remove him from his crib since I overslept. Applesauce and yogurt are toddler cure-alls! A pint of coffee and cereal usually settles well with me but today, bleh, I nausea swept me away. Fortunately, I improved until high winds swayed the building, causing a dizzy earthbound seasickness.
In the evening, I worked on my ever-evolving project: educational cards for Liev. He loves numbers and letters, so I cut decks of cards and adorned them with stickers and festive paper. My new Fiskars paper trimmer is a delight! I enjoyed immersing myself into a project, which was providential for two hours of flight delays kept Egor away. When he finally got in at 10, he surprised me with a thoughtful present from the Metropolitan Art Museum. How sweet!!! Since he loved the Metropolitan Museum, we hope to visit during the summer. Yay!
Oooo! I almost forgot a funny story:
While Liev played in the living room with his new books from Grandma, I dashed to the laundry room to remove a clean load of laundry (it’s 20 feet from our apartment). When I returned, Liev locked the deadbolt. I stood a full minute staring at the impenetrable door in disbelief. How ironic! We have plastic safety knobs on every door to keep him from escaping, yet the deadbolt is what he used to lock me out. Too late, I remember he liked to play with our deadbolt in NM, which could not lock me out of the house due to our dog door.
Clad in my gym pants, stocking feet, and a light clingy tee, I surveyed the weather outside. Cloudy, 30 degrees, wind buffeting the building at 40 mph. The hike to the main office—two football fields, uphill. Then it started sleeting. The stinging little pellets popped ominously as they hit the windows. Ugh!
Perhaps Liev would let me in?
“Liev!” I called sweetly, “Unlock the door and let Mama in!” Silence.
I upped the sing-songy sweetness, “Liev, let Mama in! Unlock the door, Please!” The quietness that followed was so intense, sound could disappear into it.
I rattled the door know and crooned to him for another few minutes, all the while debating between the freezing walk to the main office or being murdered by the resident serial killer in 688. Instead a lovely East Indian couple came in with groceries. I knew from previous encounters that neither spoke English, so I feigned business until they retreated into their apartment. I returned to my gentle cooing for until Liev unlocked the deadbolt. He greeted me with a self-satisfied chortle and I made a mental note to always leave with keys in hand.