23 December 2010

Nathan's New Smile

The days of the "Jack o'lantern Face" are over; now ask Nathan to smile for the camera, and here's what you'll get!







Merry Christmas from Brussels!

27 November 2010

Getting in the Christmas Spirit

It's the weekend after Thanksgiving, and that means it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas -- at least here at our apartment...still a bit early for the rest of Armenia! We're streaming 94.9 FM, Tampa's "Official Christmas Music Station," Nathan's running around in Santa pajamas, and Mommy's baking holiday spiced pumpkin bread.

We're not sure what to do about decor this year. We'll be in Brussels from December 20-29, so we'll celebrate a Western-style Christmas there, but when we return, there's still New Year's and Armenian Christmas on January 6. Should we put up the scrawny tree from years past, go get a nice new one already, or skip the tree altogether?

Now to get started on those Christmas cards!





25 October 2010

Autumn Leaves

On Sunday, October 24, we joined some friends and CouchSurfers for a day trip to Tsakhkadzor to breathe the cool mountain weather and admire the autumn foliage. Our party filled a small bus at Raykom station, and within an hour, we arrived at the medieval Kecharis Monastery complex.





Some beautifully preserved khachkars in a courtyard


After some touristy picture-taking, we began walking up a small road to reach the ski lifts (here known as a "rope-way"), and rode to the top of the mountain. Despite the on-and-off rain, the fall colors were spectacular!




Eureka! We've struck gold!


Lots of friends, new and old! Jarred and Nathan didn't make it into this shot because they were back in the woods answering the call of nature. I'm not in it because I was behind the camera!




Nathan meets "Swiper the Fox" and other woodland creatures -- don't worry; they're stuffed!

Riding down the lifts, we had an incredible view of Lake Sevan and the surrounding landscape. Our group walked into the town and took a late afternoon repast at Jazzve cafe. Finally, we piled back into the bus for the ride home to Yerevan.

You can see all our October photos -- including pictures of the world's largest chocolate bar -- by clicking here!

22 October 2010

3-4 year-old class Halloween Party

Nathan's teachers decided to have a small Halloween party for the students on the last day before Fall Break. Since I'm there at the school and don't teach any of my own classes during the period they were planning the party, I offered to read a "spooky" story and teamed up with all the parents to provide snacks and drinks. Here are pictures of our successful event!





As you can see, the children really enjoyed themselves. In case you're wondering, the book I read was Say Boo! by Lynda Graham-Barber; it's about a cute little ghost named Ben who has trouble learning to say "Boo!"

And here's Nathan with his very own scarecrow...

28 September 2010

"Customer Service" in Armenia

Ordinarily, the people of Armenia are warm, generous, and so thoughtful that they will go out of their way to help strangers, especially foreigners. We've experienced this legendary Armenian hospitality firsthand on many occasions.

For example, shortly following our arrival in summer 2008, we were exploring the city on our own and needed help finding a particular intersection. We asked a street vendor for assistance, but rather than simply point us in the right direction, he left his cart unattended and walked with us for a block and a half to make sure we found our way.

Two winters ago, we were supposed to visit the home of a student's family for a holiday luncheon. By mistake, we went to the wrong house first. The family there didn't speak English, but they welcomed us in, cheerfully helped us out of our coats, even brought Nathan a toy Santa. At first we thought these were other guests of the family we intended to visit, but when we realized our error, we hurriedly put our coats back on, bashfully gave back the present, and said an apologetic goodbye.

However, in many other instances, these qualities of genuine kindness and helpfulness completely vanish -- not that we've experienced deliberately rude or cruel treatment from Armenians, mind you -- but it's as though the problem-solving or creative thinking portion of the brain shuts down entirely. While the following situations were a tad frustrating for us, we end up laughing about them whenever they come up becuase they always make us go "Whaaaa...?!?!"

Jarred and I were recently enjoying an evening at our favorite jazz club, Malkhas. We had finished dinner and were allowing the dessert menu to tempt us. A small selection of milk shakes -- vanilla, banana, and a few other flavors -- caught Jarred's eye, but for some reason, there was no chocolate shake listed, and that was what he really wanted. He called the server to our table to ask whether he could order a chocolate shake, but the server replied that it was not available. Pointing out the chocolate ice cream listed in another section of the menu, Jarred asked him, "You have chocolate ice cream, yes?" The server said yes. "Well, can't you make a milk shake using chocolate ice cream instead of vanilla?" The server replied in the negative. Confused, but noting another menu item that was described as having a chocolate sauce topping, Jarred pressed on, "Well, do you have chocolate syrup? You could make a vanilla milk shake and mix in some chocolate syrup." But the server insisted that this was "impossible."

You may think this is ridiculous and that surely, the man was playing some kind of game. But Jarred never got his milk shake that night. Here's another, very similar story, just to prove it wasn't one guy messing with us.

One of the best places for young families to relax in the city, day or night, is Santa Fe City Cafe, a large outdoor restaurant and bar with a beautiful playground, live musical acts, a colorfully-lit fountain as its centerpiece, and (believe it or not) clean public restrooms! During the hot summer days, it's great to let the kids loose on the playground while the adults sit back and sip iced coffee, tea, or fresh fruit juices. On just such a day, Nathan was climbing the jungle gym, and Jarred was perusing the menu for something to quench his thirst. He read aloud from the menu, "Fresh juices: apple juice, banana juice, strawberry-banana juice...hm, I wonder if they can make me an apple-banana juice." He called our server and asked if he could order an apple-banana juice. The server said no, as it was not an item on the menu. Jarred tried to persuade the server that if apple juice and banana juice were available separately, and that it was possible, according to the menu, to order banana-strawberry juice, surely the bartender wouldn't mind this small special request. The server actually went to the bartender to discuss it with him; when he returned, his answer was the same. Incredulous, Jarred said, "Fine. In that case, I would like to order one fresh apple juice, one fresh banana juice, and an extra glass." The waiter returned with his order in a few minutes, and Jarred mixed his own drink.

Our Armenian friend and coworker Maria says that perhaps Jarred simply has very selective tastes and those restaurants do not, as a rule, accommodate special requests. I suppose that would be the only logical explanation!

Below are a few more humorous examples of Armenian "customer disservice."

While shopping for Nathan's school supplies, I asked the store clerk if there were any Lightning McQueen backpacks. She showed me a big, red one that was on display. It was rather large for Nathan, so I asked if there were any others -- preferably smaller ones. She indicated that the only smaller backpacks available featured non-Cars characters, so I was willing to settle for the red one. A few minutes after paying and leaving the shop, I had to return to ask a question. There at the counter, the same clerk was unwrapping a brand new Lightning McQueen backback -- a blue one -- to replace the red one I had taken from the display. While it didn't appear to be any smaller than the one I had just purchased, it would have been nice to know I had my choice of colors!

An inconvenience we face on a regular basis is taxi drivers not having change -- or at least acting like they don't. Considering that the average ride across town costs 700-800 dram, you're pretty much S.O.L. if you try to pay with anything larger than a 1000-dram note, but for some drivers, even this is too much. Because a couple hundred dram works out to be less than one US dollar, it's not usually worth the hassle to argue with the driver, but sometimes, out of principle (and when we're not in a hurry), we a use passive, nonthreatening technique to make sure we receive what is rightfully ours: we refuse to get out of the car. We just sit there, leaning back comfortably, and make it clear that we're not leaving until he provides us with correct change. Most of the time, once the driver gets the message, he will suddenly "remember" that he has some more coins in the glove compartment or elsewhere, and we'll be merrily on our way. But if he honestly doesn't have the money, this technique sufficiently motivates him to get out of the car and make change at the nearest shop or drink stand. I imagine this could be an especially important tip for travelers or foreigners, since taxi drivers often try to take advantage of people who don't speak one of the local languages.

When shopping, especially at clothing stores, you (by which I mean Westerners) may be surprised to find that one of the lovely young female shop attendants seems to be stalking you and monitoring your every move. Particularly disturbing is the fact that she is staring at you with a very serious countenance. Don't be alarmed; this is typical behavior. This girl is performing two duties at once: keeping an eye on you to make sure you don't try to steal anything and making herself available should you have any questions or wish to try something on. Apparently, her third job responsibility is sending mixed messages about how the store feels about their customers.

26 August 2010

Nathan's first day of preschool

Nathan's first day of school went very well! It was wonderful not to have to leave him behind as we went to work early in the morning. He was so excited the night before that he couldn't fall asleep; he kept creating excuses to get up, like having to go to the bathroom, or wanting to watch a movie or sleep in our bed. The best one came at about 11:30 PM, when I heard him calling from his room, "Mommy, I need a nail cutter!" He never wants me to cut his nails!

The first day is always a half day, so it was not too overwhelming for the little ones. The teachers reported that he had a great time and was very independent. There was no crying or fighting, and he went potty at the designated time so there were no accidents.

Here are just a few memorable photos of Nathan with some of his schoolmates and his teachers, Ms. Hasmik and Ms. Marina (his former nanny)!





15 August 2010

3 Years Old!

Saturday, August 14: the day before

Admiring Baker Daddy's Masterpiece (vanilla cake, layered pineapples, and
coconut frosting)

Sunday, August 15: the party


Fun in the kiddie pool


Throwing wet sponges at the wall

Splat!

Pasta salad for lunch

Birthday blowout


Fireworks are better than candles

Opening presents

A new shirt

A watercolor set

Of course, with two teachers for parents, Nathan gets school supplies for his birthday

Monday, August 16: family fun at Play City

arcade games

the labyrinth

go-karts

Whew! And now we have a 3 year-old. Here's to another year of family adventures!