May 6, 2011

...and then it is May already!



Wow. Last time I checked it was April. And we were heading into a very busy couple of weeks, I knew that. But then life throws couple of surprises on the way and it gets even more insane.

See this. It is the two beautifully formed bones of my sons's right arm. Wait, there is something wrong with them! Looks like...like...it is...*gasp*...broken! No, they are b o t h broken!


Snip snap. I heard him cry and knew that he had hurt himself. You know, sometimes kids have this She is teasing me and I'm hoping you will come and give her a time out and me some chocolate-cry. And: If I cry louder than her I won't have consequences-cry. Or: It is so frustrating when the pieces of this Lego car do not go where they are supposed to go!-cry.

But this. It was "I was really hurt just now" kind of cry. He was in the yard, and we, parents, were in the kitchen in the back of the yard. Chatting, planning dinner. As soon as I got out and saw his arm I knew it was broken. It was obvious. The arm was bumpy. It was freaky. But because I am the mom I do not have the opportunity to freak in emergencies so I run him to the car and then inside to get some pain medicine while my husband made some phone calls.

We decided both go: it look so bad that we did not know what to expect. We quickly told all the million kids in the yard that the play time at our house was over. We threw our girls into the car. We left the two work men who had been painting our staircase outside to finish up in the yard. On the road we called our friends, told what happened and asked if we can drop off the girls and the house keys. Then we were trying to think who to call, asking where to go. There is a big hospital in the city, but we knew their x-ray machine did not work. There is a newer, probably more modern hospital, too, but it is not open in the evenings. We ended up going to the city center polyclinic, that has the only working x-ray in the city.

When we found the place and got the car parked (always an episode here, no signs, no neat parking lots), we run to the doctor's room. No electricity, no x-ray, we were told. I got upset. I might or might not have said few chosen words to a nurse who came in to check on us. Luckily I used a local language she does not know. I hope.

After about 20 minutes of waiting the electricity came back and we got his arm taken care of.
He had stopped crying in the car on the way to the polyclinic, and the only time he cried after that was when the bones were set to their places. We later heard that 4 of the people that knew of the accident immediately had all prayed that he would not feel pain.
God hears prayers.


The next day my son, who almost never naps anymore, took a three hour nap on the floor of the living room. I sneaked in, took pictures (he always denies any suggestions that he might have fallen asleep during his quiet time, so I needed proof), and covered him with a blanket.
The cast looks kinda uncomfortable. In this picture it is still a temporary cast, he had a full one put on after the control x-ray few days later.

By the way, the fancy purple and golden mattress on the floor is the Central Asian mattress where they sit and sleep.


Then to happier news: my daughter graduated with honors from a Finnish 2-kid 2-teacher kindergarten. Here she is, so delighted to hear the positive feedback and to be able to show us the art work she had done during the spring.


Then sad news: We had to say goodbyes to our friends, moving back home from Central Asia. The good side: it was a chance to have a wonderful farewell party with all of our friends at our home! I love organizing parties. But I miss them. Come back!

I did not have time to take many pictures at the party. In this one I had to blur the people as I did not ask their permission to publish it. But is was a gorgeous weather, too much good food and fun company!


Then we took a work trip as a family. This is early morning in the plane. Wonderful snow topped mountains!

Our kids, experienced travellers. Look at my youngest daughter, looks like she is comforting her big brother by patting him on the cast.


This is a perfect example of a toddler breakfast. I took her around the wonderful breakfast buffet table, asking 'Do you want this? What about that? Cheese? Bread? Cereal? Eggs? Cucumbers?' No, no, no. All she wanted was two pieces of some cold cuts.

After we arrived back home, I got sick.
And felt like this:


And I did not get well soon and still felt like this:



But I hope the medicine is working, at least I had the energy to blog tonight! I missed you! Do not stop reading just because I disappeared for ....too long!


April 16, 2011

Spring Beauties

A walk in a park in the spring is one of the nicest things one can do...


I love the colors and the beauty of flowering trees and bushes.



But this was my favorite view:

Birch trees.
White, beautiful birches.
Just like in Finland
where the forests are not brown, but white!


In Finnish these leaves are 'mouse ears'.


Everything is gorgeous!



April 10, 2011

Kuinka hevoset matkustaa


Autolla ajaminen vaatii kaiken keskittymisen Keski-Aasiassa. Silmien täytyy riittää eteen ja taakse, sivuille ja ylös...ja tietenkin tarkkailla tien pintaa...kuoppia, tiestä törröttäviä esineitä, katkoksia tien pinnassa. Mietin viimeksi ajaessani, että tämä on niinkuin jossain nopeasti etenevässä video/tietokonepelissä, koskaan ei tiedä mitä eteen tupsahtaa! Kaikki aistit valppaana ja kädet tiukasti ratissa!

Joskus näkee hauskoja asioita tien päällä. Ajoimme lasten kanssa pääkaupunkiin, ja heillepä oli kiva näyttää, mitä edessäajavan kuorma-auton lavalta pilkotti. Hevosia!


Täällä hepat matkustaa avolavoilla, täysissä varusteissa, satuloituina.

Mukana omistaja/hoitaja. Miehen päässä on paikallinen ratsastuskypärä.


Heitä huvitti kuvanottoyritykseni. Onneksi meidän autosta ei irtoa kovin nopeat kiihdytykset, niinpä ohituksen aikana ehdin ottaa pari kuvaa. Joskus on mukavaa leikkiä turistia.


Kolme hepolaista siellä matkusti, kaikilla omat hoitajat mukana.
Täällä hevostelee vain miehet.


"Ih-hah-haa, ih-hah-haa..." on kuopuksen lempilauluja.

April 3, 2011

Lasten leikit


Tänään on sateinen ja tuulinen päivä. Miten pitkä ja viileä tästä keväästä tulikaan! Usein Keski-Aasian sää loikkaa suoraan talvesta kesään muutamassa lämpimässä päivässä. Mutta ei tänä vuonna. Niinpä etsin arkistoista todisteita, että kyllä tänäkin keväänä on ollut aurinkoisia ja toiveikkaita päiviä.

Jos on lämmin päivä, ovat lapset kadulla leikkimässä. Isot, pienet, tytöt, pojat, kaikki yhdessä.



Esikoinen ei olekaan ennen hypännyt...twistiä? Siksikö tätä lapsuuden kuminauhaleikkiä kutsuttiin?

Paras ystävä neuvoo. Aikamoista jalkakoordinaatiota tarvitaan monimutkaisiin liikkeisiin, ja vielä sandaalit jalassa.

Ja sitten kaikki eri liikeet pitää osata ulkoa.

Toiset seuraavat silmä tarkkana ettei vain tule virhettä.

Kyllä tästä vielä mestari saadaan, kiitos kärsivällisen ystävän!


April 2, 2011

Silly Geese


This post is a total grandparent pleaser.
Sometimes it is just easier to pack the kids, fire wood and hot dogs into the car and drive to the mountains for sunset than cook dinner at home.

Tämä postaus on omistettu isovanhemmille (tiedossa paljon kuvia ihanaisista lapsenlapsista). Joskus on vaan helpompaa pakata lapset, polttupuut ja nakit autoon ja suunnistaa vuorille auringonlaskun aikaan, kuin alkaa laittaa iltaruokaa.




We have not stopped here before...I wanted to know why the soil is red.

Emme ole aikaisemmin retkeilleet täälläpäin. Halusin tietää miksi maa on punaista.
At last there is a place where we will not shush the kids. Go, run, scream and shout! I will do it too!

Viimein paikka missä ei tarvi hyssytellä lapsia olemaan hiljaa. Mene, juokse, huuda ja kilju! Niin äitikin aikoo!





There we go. Getting the fire started...hod dogs out...


Nothing like cooking your own food. Unless you are a mommy, of course. Then it is nothing like having someone cook for you.

Ei mikään voita oman ruoan kypsentämistä. Paitsi jos olet äiti; silloin mikään ei voita toisen laittamaa ruokaa.



It is hard to eat a hod dog...the slippery dog will fly out if you take a bite!

Nakkisämpylän syöminen on taito...liukas nakki luiskahtaa niin helposti ulos!


When children are in certain age, you only need to say couple of words (all the parents know which words will do the trick) and the kids are rolling on the ground, laughing.

Kun lapset on tietyssä iässä, tietyt sanat saavat aikaan hulvatonta iloa ja mekastusta (jokainen vanhempi tietää mitä sanoja käyttää).

At least I got some joyful pictures! I hope he won't suffocate.

Tuli ainakin iloisia kuvia! Toivottavasti poika ei tukehdu.



Silly little things. They really bring so much joy into our lives. Always ready to play, always ready for a laugh. And, always ready to eat.

Pienet höpsöt. Niin paljon iloa on meidän elämään tullut näiden kanssa. Aina valmiita leikkimään, aina valmiita nauramaan. Ja tietenkin aina valmiina syömään.




When was the last time YOU cooked hot dogs outside?

Milloin SINÄ kävit viimeksi nuotiolla makkaroita paistamassa?


p.s I still do not know why the soil is red...
p.s en selvittänyt syytä punaiseen multaan...

March 24, 2011

I love electricity


I love that stuff, electricity. I really do! I do not fully understand it, but hey, if it just keeps on coming to my house, I am ecstatic!

Well here is the thing: if you have something abundantly, lack not, you can trust it is always there, you do not really appreciate it. Do not feel hurt now, but it is true: how many times did you thank God for electricity during the last year? How many Christmas cards have you sent to your local electric company? In how many "Thank You" speeches do people actually mention the nice guys in the electric companies who keep their lights on and houses heated so that they can study and work and achieve great things? I thought so.

Once upon a time, the time b.c. (before children) we spent a summer in the middle of nowhere. There was no electricity except in the evenings when they turned the generator on for the lights. The generator was turned off 10 pm. So, everything you do, you do without the glorious wonder-spark that comes from the wall. There was no refrigeration. We cooked on gas, and if the food was going to be spoiled in the room temperatures, it got spoiled. We did our laundry by hand. The laundry was a project that included getting the ice cold mountain water from the well by man-power, up the stairs, onto the diesel stove, and then we hand washed the clothes. It was too much to heat the rinsing water, so we rinsed the clothes in the ice cold mountain water, squeezed it dry by hand (not very effective), and hung it on the lines to dry.

I washed my hair twice a week. At least I found my limit. I could not go for a week without washing my hair, but I could go for 3-4 days. Getting the bath water was a similar project to the laundry day. We cleaned the rooms by simple brooms and wiped the floors with rags. If we were out and about in the evenings, we had oil lanterns for light with us.

After those months we visited the US. Talk about a culture shock. We went to a country fair, and saw a book by Amish people called 'How to Live Without Electricity'. I looked at the book and asked aloud 'Why?'. Yes, why live without electricity if you don't have to? We did not buy the book.

I feel about saving electricity and I am pro-creation, protecting nature and recycling and stuff. But I am so so so thankful for electricity. It is great stuff.

Now here is the thing. Slowly, slowly, our electric company here has been weaning us from this gift. It really started about a month ago. I am so thankful that we had electricity during the winter. Yes, there were cuts, and it was never 24/7, but at least it was several hours a day, and on for most nights. But now. They started by giving us electricity for few hours in the mornings, and few hours in the evenings. About 5 am until 9am. Then, slowly slowly only until 8.30. Next day till 8 am. Guess what? Now we do not have ANY electricity in the mornings unless you count this ridiculous time from 3 am-5am. Yes, it will heat the water, but I am so not going to get up at 3 am to do laundry and vacuum and iron and bake and watch TV (I do not watch TV but I could, if I had electricity)!

So when the evening arrives, I am on pins and needles and just looking at the clock. Soon, it will be 6 pm. I have my laundry sorted and my washing machine ready. I have taken the vacuum out. The kettle is ready to go. I have made the batter and the cake is just waiting to be put into the oven. The heaters are on.

One night it was already 6.20 pm. Honestly, I was getting mad concerned. My husband said that it could be 6.40 before the electricity comes and I just did not want to believe it. And? It was 6.40 before the lights came on and the humming started in the kitchen. Oh, how I love that humming...

But slowly and surely we have been weaned from those 3 hours in the evening...nowadays it is just 1,5 hours between 7 pm and 9 pm. And I am screaming "Whyyyyy...." into the starry skies...I so do not want to start washing our dirty clothes by hand. But I might have to. I really prefer vacuuming over sweeping, considering all the little friends that could feel too comfortable without the vacuum. I love taking a shower versus pouring water over myself from a bucket and trying to rinse my hair with just one hand.

Here I have to confess this...one night last week, waiting for the electricity to come on, I was ready for a counter-attack (I know this lack of electricity is not personal but it can feel like that sometimes). I put on all the electric devices, planned to use everything I could and needed...planned just to suck as much as I could from the lines when the mighty electricity would finally arrive...I would just use it all (maniac laugh)!

It is my right, as a human being, to have electricity. To have comfort. To have it easy...or at least little easier. A human right, right? Right?!

Have a look here:

1.6 billion people — a quarter of humanity — live without electricity:

Breaking that down further:

Number of people living without electricity
RegionMillions without electricity
South Asia706
Sub-Saharan Africa547
East Asia224
Other101

We are so fortunate. YOU are so fortunate. I know it because you have a computer, you have an internet, you can keep your fingers from freezing when typing the address for my blog. You belong to the lucky numbers, my friend...

And I know all this lack of electricity or the abundance of it cannot rob me of my joy and contentment. Because the joy and peace I have is not based on circumstances.

No, it's not convenient, but it does not kill me. It grows character. (I hate that sentence. Do not use it on me.)

And 'they' promise it will be back in April. No one knows who 'they' are. It's ok. I will escape to the capital till it comes. See you later, with the lights on!

p.s. we are running the car right now to keep our batteries charged and the computers going :D So there! Ha ha!

March 21, 2011

Joyful Navruz for Everyone!

Today, 21st of March, is the New Year in Central Asia.

There are official celebrations in the stadiums with dancing and performations and speeches...


...and unofficial strolls in the city, ladies wearing new dresses made of Central Asian silk, Atlas...

...and children playing in the sunshine on their home streets...

...and the wonderful flowering trees all over Central Asia.

Have a delightful Navruz!

March 19, 2011

Happy happy

The happy housekeeper. This is how I look all the time, especially when picking up the laundry from the line. My son in his element...running outside, happily.



Happy sisters!

This is great (happy) news! New leaves on our climbing rose. We have had some (but only some) sunny days...and the little leaves are growing and growing. Can't wait to see the buds!

And our apricot tree has flowers! It has been so busy and then it was raining that I have not had a chance to take pictures....I think I will go and do it right now!

Happy Saturday for everyone!

March 14, 2011

Sunshine in her hair...


This is the second time I am linking my photo into I Heart Faces weekly photo challenge. There are such beautiful photos and skilled photographers out there that I do not often dare to participate. This week's challenge is 'Sun Flare' and I knew I have something.





This is taken in Finland...the Land of Lakes!
My oldest daughter wanted to swim...but in August the water was kinda cool.
I love Finnish landscape; lakes and green forests, so this photo gets me all nostalgic!

March 7, 2011

Potilaan päiväkirja

Olen tässä maannut ja syljeskellyt viimeiset neljä päivää. Ei, ihan oikeasti! Jäi tuo blogini vuosipäiväkin ihan huomiotta, kun tärisin peittokasan alla. Heräsin yhtenä yönä kurkkukipuun, ja siitä se alkoi. Se on jännä miten monia asioita virtailee mielessä kun tuijottelee ulos ikkunasta tuulessa ja sateessa heiluvia mulperipuun oksia. Miten maalauttaisin lattiat vaaleanharmaaksi, jos se olisi mahdollista. En tiedä myydäänkö täällä muuta lattiamaalia kuin keskiruskeaa, jolla kaikki lattiat on vedelty. Ja miten CSI Las Vegasin tiimi oli aika kiireinen viimeisessä jaksossa, ja kuinka me rakastamme näitä hahmoja jo niin, että en halua heillä enää olevankaan muuta elämään. Ole vain Gil, ötökkä-asiantuntija. Aloimme katselemaan uudestaan läpi kokoelmaamme, meillä on kaudet 2-8. Ja näin yhtenä yönä untakin siitä Nickistä. Ja nyt pitäisi kääntyä ja juoda vähän, mutta kun ei vain jaksa liikkua. Ja miten sairaana olo on sittenkin aika kurjaa, ainakin jos oikeasti on joku paikka kipeänä. Ei siis vain epämääräistä kuumetta, jonka nyt jaksaa Buranan voimalla, vaan kurkku on niin kipeä, että mielummin syljen kuin nielaisen.

Riehaannut joskus siitä, että aina on joku muu kipeänä ja minä hoitelen potilaita ja vaihtelen lakanoita ja annostelen lääkkeitä ja pyyhin nokkia ja lattioita ja vessoja ja laitan ja kannan ruokaa vuoteen vierelle ja sitä rataa. Ja minä en ikinä sairastu! Mikä epäoikeudenmukaisuus! Että joku vain hoitaisi ja kantaisi kuumaa mehua ja kyselisi, että mitä muuta voisi tuoda. Ja ensimmäisenä sairaspäivänä näin kävikin. Tuli kuumaa, itse kesällä säilöttyä kirsikkamehua, ja tilausten mukaista syötävää. Ruokahalua ei tosin pahemmin ollut, mutta kuitenkin.

Seuraavana päivänä mies oli tilannut luottohenkilömme katsomaan lapsia, jotta saisi itse levätä. Ai mitä? Olin kuitenkin niin kuumehuuruissa, etten ajatellut asiaa sen enempää. Illalla vasta se uskalsi tunnustaa, että on itsekin kipeänä, mutta ei halunnut minun riehaantuvan siitä, etten koskaan saa kaikkea huomiota itselleni vaan että aina jonkun täytyy olla kipeämpi ja kurjempi ja viedä koko show! No, itse asiassa se oli minä, joka oli tällä kertaa kipeämpi ja kurjempi, joten annoin hänelle armollisesti luvan sairastaa, kunhan jaksaa kantaa minulle mehua lastenvahdin lähdön jälkeen.

Sitten diagnosoitiin sairaus ja hankittiin lääkkeet. Mies pääsi helpommalla (taas). Minulla kurkku oli ihan kauhean kipeä. Sillä se oli kipeä, mutte minun oli kauhean. Mutta valitin lähinnä siitä, että minun sairaudet diagnosoidaan vasta sitten kun siellä kurkussa on jo jotakin, joka hyökkää naamalle kun sitä alkaa katsomaan, ja toiselle jo pienestä kurkun raapimisesta tilataan lääkkeet. Eikö tässä talossa kukaan muu ajattele pikaista lääkitsemistä, ennenkuin ollaan jo amputoinnissa asti menossa? Ei näköjään.

Suurimman pillastumisen sain aikaan, kun ryömin toisen sairauspäivän illalla perheemme oleskeluhuoneeseen, ja siellä oli samat lasten saksimat askartelusilput lattialla kuin ennen sairastumistakin. Ja märkä pyyhe rullalla tuolin päällä. Leluja ja kirjoja kaikkialla. Se on nyt todistettu. Kukaan muu täällä ei ajattele talon pitämistä asumiskunnossa kuin minä! Muut vaan raastaa, repii ja tuhoaa minkä kerkeää...varsinkin se alle kaksivuotias. Muut ajattelee, että kyllä se äiti, tai että siivootaan vasta sitten kun se hönkii niskassa. Eikö tässä saa edes tämän vertaa rauhassa sairastaa? Täytyykö tässä alkaa jo imuroimaankin, kun jalat ei meinaa vessaan asti kantaa? Ggrrrrrr!

Lääkettä ollaan siis napsittu. Nyt jännätään, että alkaako venäläinen antiobiootti puremaan. Ruokahalua on jo, mutta kurkkukipu estää vielä kovin riehakkaan syömisen. Se onkin ihan hyvä, koska olen haaveillut painon putoamisesta ensi kesäksi jo kuuden vuoden ajan. Nyt se on hyvällä mallilla. Lopetin myös teen ja kahvin juomisen, koska kuuma mehu sivelee helliä nielurisoja lempeämmin. Ehkä ei pitäisi aloittakaan uudestaan niiden lipittämisiä, jäisi turhat välipalat väliin...ja muistelin lukeneeni, että tee ja kahvi kellastuttaa hampaita.

Nyt vain jäi Naistenpäivän juhlinnat hyvin pienimuotoiseksi tänä vuonna...emme jaksa käydä tervehtimässä tuttuja ja ystäviä, en ole ehtinyt mitään leipoa. Ensi kerralla sitten...

Tämä kuva on viime vuodelta Naistenpäivän aikaan. Tänä vuonna on hädin tuskin kukkasilmuja puussa. Mutta hyvät Naistenpäivät vaan kaikille naisille! Se on hienoa olla nainen!