snapshots: a photograph (or several) and an isolated observation (or several) about the past week (or so)
There are so many neat things about raising a bilingual kid. They can ask you for a cookie in Russian when you’ve just said no to her request for cookies in English, for example.
She mixes her languages in odd combinations that make sense only to her, adding an “s” at the end of a Russian word to indicate possession or plurality, producing sentences in which one word is in Russian while the rest are in English.
It’s all weird and fabulous and adds a whole other dimension to “kids say the darnedest things”. Combine that with her emerging sense of self and empathy and she makes me giggle all day long.
“Mama, yummy vkusno?” (vkusno the Russian word for tasty) she asks me. I guess she really wants to make sure I’m enjoying my meal as much as she is.
I bet if she just got to spend more time with these people she wouldn’t be as adorably confused…