And then, something amazing happened….

I should explain here.  When Auntie Susan and I picked Miss K up last Christmas, we got the lecture.  The “Russian grandma” lecture.  About how Russian babies wear hats.  ALWAYS.  It’s not that we didn’t make her wear her hat.  It was just that our translator in Moscow felt very strongly that, even though it was nearly 50 degrees outside, Miss K had to wear a hat.  And this needed to happen even when she went home.  (Something about how she would have terrible earaches if she didn’t wear a hat all the time. Even inside.)

Well, apparently, Miss K didn’t understand her.  Once we got home, she REFUSED to wear a hat.  The few pictures that we have of her wearing a hat are elusive and momentary.  (Pretty much “ok, Steve, you put the hat on her head and jump back while I take the picture before she notices.”)  So, what’s amazing is that yesterday, when she and I went outside to walk around and it was kind of chilly, and I asked her “do you want to wear a hat?” she said “yes.”  Knock me over!  Here’s the proof:

 

More pictures….

I’m a dancing machine (Video Post)

 

I love this one from tonight---she was dancing with the cat toy, and when she boogied out of the room, Amelia the cat chased after her:

Having fun with a friend’s camera:

A good friend of mine loaned me their DSLR Nikon.  What fun!  Just some of the pictures I took tonight! (Sorry, I didn’t edit or crop them---things are a bit busy here :-)  )

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Favorite recent pictures (and a video) from the past couple of weeks:

Karina and Daddy go Trick-or-Treating

Lil’ Punkin’ Head:

Fun with a Pumpkin (aka “baaaaaaall”)—edited :-)

This afternoon Steve and Karina carved Karina’s first Jack-o-Lantern.  Well, Steve did most of the work and Karina supervised.  This was the little pumpkin that we bought on our adventure to the Nursery---but Karina insists on calling it a “ball” every time that we say “pumpkin”

Karina and her “ball”:

Prepare for death, Pumpkin!  Daddy is armed with a sharp thing!:

What the heck is inside this thing????

Karina would have NOTHING to do with sticking her hand inside the pumpkin.  We tried and tried, but she’d just say “Nooooo” and “Bleaaaaah”!  Daddy ended up cleaning out the pumpkin, with just a little bit of help:

All cleaned out.

And HERE is the finished product: