Haircut #2

Well, it was that time again.  Haircut time.  Not just for me but Jolen too.  Jolen was in the skilled hands of Colleen, who knew exactly how it should be cut.

My boy the model

Not my first bruise an definitely not my last

Jolen is very, very different than Ellianna.  They both love climbing, but with Ellianna, I always knew she would be careful.  I can think of one bruise she ever got on her head, and I am the one who tipped the stroller when she was in it.  Jolen, since he has started walking, it is like there is a new bruise everyday.  Boys are so awesome!  and yet so crazy!

They look so happy, yet they started fighting this week.  Sibling rivalry here we come.

I, also had to get myself a haircut.  The one instruction I was given before I left.  "Make sure it is short"  Well, to make  long story short, or in my case long, I think I left the hairdresser with more hair than I went in with.

In my broken Russian, I know the word for "like this" and "more" so it wasn't that I was misunderstood.  It is just that I was in the skilled hands of my hairdresser, who knew exactly how it should be cut.  However, I am not alone.  Everyone I talk to here has an adventure story every time they go to the hairdresser.

Although a funny story, it didn't really phase me.  I thought I had become accustom to life in Ukraine.  I even told my dad "It is normal to live here now.  To wait 1 hour for a bus that should be departing every 10 minutes (we did wait that long)"  only to have an awesome ride, a marshutka to pick us up.

A normally wonderful way to get around the city.  And not just people.  They become cargo vans.  And what I have seen on a marshutka, still amazes me.

Why walk your big dog when he can ride for free?

Yes, a real live Christmas tree on public transportation

I am not sure how long a marshutka is, but long enough to fit baseboards

We will have your pizza there in 20-120 minutes, depending on traffic and how crazy the bus driver is.

It is quite an adventure living somewhere that is not your home and native land.  I would recommend it to anyone who has the opportunity to live for an extended period to jump at it, because you may never know when a chance like this will come around again.

I had a nice reminder of the little things today.  I went to the grocery store, as I do everyday, and got my groceries and wanted to get a chocolate bar for Colleen.  I put it in my cart, and went to the checkout, payed for my groceries, bagged them myself and left the store.  While I was leaving, I got a text from Colleen saying the kids wanted pickles (give them a choice between cookies and pickles, brine wins every time) so I wen back, got my pickles and looked for the shortest line and low and behold, it was at the same cashier I had gone to before.  A little embarrassed I was back, I still went to the cashier, looked at her till and there was the chocolate.  I had bought it, but forgot to bag it.  How neat that God, even with a little thing like that cared enough to get me back into the store and in the same line as before so I could treat my wife.

I wonder about our future alot.  Especially lately as we have decided to leave Ukraine after the school year is over.  If God cares about a measly chocolate bar, I know he cares about our future.  It may take a few trips to the store, but God, in His timing knows what is best!