From the baby to a US Marines’ boy

After the first haircut

Maxim has got his first haircut today. Don’t worry, that wasn’t either from me or Olga. We got some professional help.

Maxim was puzzled at the beginning, but that he got bored and turned somewhat grumpy. No major crying though.

When we brought him back home, we realized that there was a bigger change in him, not just a haircut. He didn’t look like a baby anymore. Instead, he was a boy. The style of the haircut suggested some relation to the US Marine Corps. Quite a change I should say.

Anyway, it will grow back and we won’t be cutting it anytime soon. Let him have the hippy fun.

Album location: /photos/2006/2006-03-14_Olga_Birthday/

Happy Birthday, Olga!

Olga, Maxim, and flowers

Today is yet another Olga’s birthday. She refuses to celebrate it. Again. Saying that it’s not a holiday and that there’s nothing to celebrate. Oh, well. That only means that all of you guys are out of luck. I’m still having my wife’s birthday and nothing can stop me.

Happy birthday, babe! All the best wishes, and some extra stuff that I won’t post here.

Album location: /photos/2006/2006-03-14_Olga_Birthday

Maxim and the polar bear

Maxim and the polar bear

In the morning, my brother and I went for a perilous journey. We had to drive a really old car (“don’t live the city borders in the piece of machinery” type) in heavy rain and limited visibility conditions to Larnaca airport, where we had to pick up an unknown guy, who we had to bring back to Limassol and make and exchange with. This poor soul was a yachtsmen. He had to get to his team and we were his only hope. Team’s coach had a valuable posession for us. It was a package from my father.

Overcoming obstacles one by one, which were many by the way, we managed to succeed in our quest and get the package. In it, there was plenty of stuff. Most of it was for Maxim – books and a giant polar bear. Soft. And huge. He was exactly the size of Maxim.

Maxim showed a more than average level of excitement. He played with the bear, talked to him, and took him for a walk. He even wrestled him to the ground and than picked up into the air – that was a particularly hard thing to do, which you can witness from the pictures in the album.

Thanks Dad – very much appreciated. And vodka too, by the way.

Album location: /photos/2006/2006-02-08_POTD