We are a married couple who adopted our little Russky, Nikita {aka Nicky, Nicky noodle, little man, Nikoli, the Nickster, crazy dude, goofball, puppy love, etc...you get the picture!} from St Petersburg, Russia four years ago. Join us as we stumble through the joys and perils of parenthood, while our son teaches us a few things along the road...


Random Nicky

Nicky, Kris and I drove home from Nicky's preschool the other evening.  Along the way, we passed by the construction site we pass every single day.  They appear to be building a new mixed-use strip-mall type thing, but we simply tell Nicky they're building offices.  Most days, he will ask "they buildin office?".  Other days he asks if they're building a church...not sure what that's about - there are several buildings, none of which look like a church.  Anywho...this is the conversation we had the other night:

Nicky: they buildin church?
Momma & Daddy simultaneously:  No, they're building offices.
Nicky:  diggers!!!
Daddy:  Yep.  There's some diggers.
Nicky:  i ride that digger? 
Daddy:  Sure - maybe someday you can ride that digger.
Nicky:  you ride that digger daddy?
Daddy:  Sure.
Nicky:  yeah.  you ride wif me.  you get on.  open door.  i sit on your lap.  we close da door.  wok it (lock it).  and we drive!  (lots of laughter and excitement)
Nicky:  momma you ride that digger?
Momma:  No, I think I'll stay home, but you and Daddy can ride.
Nicky:  ok momma you stay home.  you cook da dinner.

Sure son, since it is apparently the 1950s, I will stay at home, don my apron, and fix you a turkey pot-pie!

1 comment:

jenn said...

this made me laugh! the way you tell the story is great!

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