We actually made a baby, in November 2010.
Okay, well, we didn't actually make the baby. The baby decided to show up, and we were thrilled when we found out a few weeks later. There was a very obvious plus on the pregnancy test. We kissed each other, and laughed at the coolness.
This isn't really a blog about all that, though. It's mostly a blog about Shpuntik, and the things we've done with you.
Mama had SUSHI!!! She didn't know you were in there yet, so don't get mad. Apparently pregnant women aren't supposed to eat raw fish. What could be wrong with raw fish? It's not like they're crawling with bacteria or anything. But it seems that it's worked out okay so far. Once she saw that plus, we've stayed away from the sushi bar. That one time was for your great uncle, Maryan's, birthday at Todai in Schaumburg. A place your Tato doesn't dig all that much, but is very much adored by the Ukrainian contingent in your family. Someday we'll take you to Wakamono and get you some real sushi, but probably not until you're well into your second year or so. (mama says five or six, but I think you could at least have some miso soup. It has jalapenos in it. okay. Maybe that's not such a good idea).
Other events in December were Grandma Heidi and Aunt Vicky's birthdays. Grandma got a super cool camera, and Vicky got something else ultra cool that we can't remember. Must have been freakin' great. (sorry, Veek. You'll have to fill Shpuntik in on what awesomeness we bestowed upon you for your birthday).
We spent Christmas Eve at Aunt Vicky and Uncle Rudy's apartment with baby Rudy. At this point we still hadn't told people about you, and we smiled at the antics of Baby Ru as he spurned his Dora the Explorer gifts for better ones like boxes and wrapping paper. Rudy's sister Roxy prepared a traditional Mexican soup which was amazing.
The next day, on Christmas, Grandma Nataliya and Grandpa Bohdan had a get-together with Ukrainian food. There was super delicious holubtsi, and other tasty stuff. We exchanged presents and ate well into the night-time. Great Uncle Maryan and Uncle Uko were there too.
To end the year, and begin the new one Mama and Tato usually go out to a dance club, or to see a concert, but this year we thought we'd try something a little different. We went to the Hyatt Regency hotel downtown for the Jack FM New Year's party. It was great dancing, and two separate ballrooms filled with people. The main one had a band, and the downstairs ballroom had a DJ, with a drummer. Very strange, but very cool. Except toward the end of the evening, when the dance floor was soaking wet and it seemed like everybody but us was bombed. We weren't drinking, (okay, Tato had a few, but not by any means sloshed) so we just laughed at the drunkies and danced in our own space. There was many a moment where Tato's eyes met Mama's, and we smiled at the knowledge that we were dancing with our new shpuntik.
Happy 2011, little one.
