Sunday, March 16, 2014

Family Photograph

Family photograph. Our favorite shot.Today we took up a monumental task of getting a nice family photographs of ourselves to print out for Alёna’s mom and for ourselves as a bonus. We all got dressed, I setup the lights and demonstrated to Alёna’s mom how to operate the camera.

Second favorite.The hardest part by far is to get the kids to do the right thing. When one is looking into the camera another one is yawning. When another one is looking into the camera the other one is talking or making faces. Alёna and I did our best not to screw up the photo because it was hard enough, but we still do blink.

Third. I'm seriously considering trimming my beard.All in all we took over 250 raw photos. No exaggeration. Multiple sets, multiple tries, changes of positions, light setup adjustments, candy bribes. But after several hours we did manage to produce a couple of worthy print candidates. Three best ones are above.

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Thursday, December 6, 2012

10 Years!

Alena and Arosha.Today is a very very big day for me. Exactly 10 years ago I was sitting at home being very nervous in the anticipation of an upcoming date in the evening with a girl that I really liked. As everyone can guess — the date went well. Really well. The girl that was a complete stranger to me on that day is now my closest friend, a wife who I deeply love and a mother of my son.

So many things had to happen and be just right for us to meet and actually to try to get to know each other on that day. I’m oh so thankful to fate for how it all came together. Chudo, I love you so very much! I hope for another 50 years to be as great as the past 10 have been!
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Friday, May 6, 2011

Cherry Blossom at BBG

Us at Brooklyn Botanical Garden during Cherry Blossom Festival.This past Sunday we made plans to go to Brooklyn Botanical garden. I thought — Ok, the weather is nice, the cherries are blooming, and so are the lilacs (which are probably my favorite flowers by the way) — why don’t we go to the local garden? There will be people, but probably not that many, right? Right? WRONG! The size of the crowd was mesmerizing. I though that we’d never find parking and even fell into that is-it-worth-it-should-we-head-back-home mode which occasionally irks Danya.

Cherry blossom.Anyhow, after a few circles around the park in dense traffic, Danya made a strategic decision to try our luck on smaller streets. And what do you know? We got lucky — somebody left right from under our noses. One good thing that came out from all the “round and round the park we go” activity is that we spotted a service entrance which had a very short line (as opposed to huge lines to all the regular entrances). When we got there, there was no line at all. The only catch was that we had to pay cash, but luckily we had some on hands (it was $45 for 3 adults, and no charge for the baby). Daniel’s mom went with us; his dad would have come too, but he went to Manhattan to attend a presentation by Garry Kasparov (he got his autograph at the end).

Arosha checking out a tulip.It so happened, that this exact weekend fell on the 30th Annual Sakura Matsuri Cherry Blossom Festival. I am not sure if there were supposed to be any performances, but we did not really see anything apart from some people in weird costumes here and there.

Arosha with mama and grandma.The cherries were beautiful, although I actually saw a lot of them in our neighborhood without realizing what those were. I am more used to white and smaller sour cherry flowers, which were blooming in abundance in my neighborhood back in Minsk when I was growing up. Danya took a few pictures of the blossoming beauties, but it was impossible to take any artistic shots due to the roaming crowds. To be honest, if we knew about the festival in advance, we would have re-scheduled our trip, but then again, we had fun, and that’s what counts!

Tulips.First, we saw a tulip garden. There were lots of tulips of different shapes and colors, and I can’t even say which ones I liked best. The ones that seemed the most unusual to me looked like a tulip-peony hybrid. Gorgeous!

We then proceeded to the cherry section of the park. Aroshka fell asleep (we switched him from the stroller to the ergo baby), so we walked around for some time while he was napping.

Sakura garden.When Aroshka woke up, we found a picnic spot and had a little picnic. We ate hummus with olives and some Uzbek bread — simple, but satisfying food.

Arosha's trying his first grass. o.OIt was probably Aroshka’s first contact with so much grass. He approached it with caution. He touched it lightly, withdrew his little hand fast, then probed it again as if unsure what to make of it. It seemed like he was very surprised that the grass was not firm and bounced back after he let it go. After some consideration, Aroshka decided that he prefers the safety and familiarity of the picnic blanket, although at some point he got brave enough and crawled a few steps in that sea of green towards his daddy. Ah, there are so many things for him to discover!

Alena and her new skirt.I tried breastfeeding Aroshka, but it was not very comfortable. First, I think he is too used to the nursing pillow, so my bare knees were less satisfying. Second, he is NOT used to the nursing cover, so he tried to move it out of the way. To be honest, I don’t really care if somebody will see some of my naked breast while I am feeding my child, but there is that nagging though in my head that some people find breastfeeding in public inappropriate. Even though I disagree, I keep thinking that some prude is looking at me in disgust and sending bad energy my way. Ugh. I wish I could just relax and do what I think is so natural and normal. And don’t forget — it was crowded out there!

First shot of Arosha's first teeth.So that’s all I really wanted to say. The only thing I can add is that we should do things like this more often. Ah, I envy you, people leaving close to nature!!! One day we will too!

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Generations

Daniel & Arosha. Arosha is 11 days old. 2010.A couple of words about five generations of our family with some history and the selection of the name Aaron. Or from Aron to Aaron.

Selecting The Name


We had a name picked out for a girl for a long time now, but we never could pick something for a boy. So when on March 5th we found out that we’re having a boy we got together with my parents for a family meeting and ended up walking away with a decision to name our son Aaron.

Our criteria was very simple — the name should sound good in English, have a Russian form, because that’s what we’re going to use and having Jewish roots would be a nice bonus.

We went through a good number of names and even though we had Aaron in mind before when we were hypothetically thinking of names (way before we even wanted to get pregnant) we never really stopped on it or any other name.

The reasons for that probably were two fold. First of all since the name is rather uncommon in the part of the world where we come from I didn’t really know any other forms of it. My dad though said My dad after graduation as a medical doctor. 1962.that a short form would be Ronya or Ronechka and we liked that there were variations beside Aron. But what probably really pushed us over was the fact that my dad’s grandfather and my great grandfather was named Aron.

And a while later we had two other forms of the name. First was Ari from Entourage — Ari Gold. Even though he is technically Ariel (another name that I liked, but it had no Russian form and The Little Mermaid has ruined it for boys), Ari works for Aaron too. And a day after Aaron was born — my dad remembered that his grandmother used to call his grandfather Arosha.

Arosha ended up being our favorite form of the name. We used to call him Ari most of the time during the pregnancy, but now it’s pretty much Arosha or variations of it.

Also I’m fairly sure that if we were still living in the old country there is a little chance that I’d risk naming my son Aaron or Aron. In U.S. it’s fairly common and back there it’s very Jewish — and in that country that would make things harder for him, which is sad, but true.

And a quote from the name dictionary:
The boy’s name Aaron \a(a)-ron\ is pronounced AIR-an, AHR-an. It is of Hebrew origin, and the meaning of Aaron is “mountain of strength”.

Family History


I mentioned above that we had the name in the family. My dad’s grandfather, my great grandfather Leonid Aronovich (Levi Yitzhak). My grandfather. He's 17 years old here. 1929.and Aaron’s great great grandfather was named Aron. In Russian the name is spelled with one A.

The strange thing is that during all of this we never thought that August 8th would be the birthday. The date had no significance in my mind until the day when we already went to the hospital and my dad told me that he wanted Alena to give birth today (the 8th) because the date was significant.

Turns out that grandfather Aron has passed away on August 8th, 1943. And our Aaron being born and named after him on this date would be a symbol of continuation of life. It happened as a complete coincidence, but I’m still quite amazed by how it all came together.

I asked my dad to scan an old photograph from our family archive. It was taken in 1906, the year Aron and Hava Meira (my great grandmother) were married. He’s only 28 on it, but to me looks quite a bit older than I look, to myself at least, in my 29.

Middle Name


Thing were much simpler with the middle name selection. In line with Russian tradition we used my Aron and Hava Meira. My great grandparents in 1906.name for Aaron’s middle name — Daniel. In Russia he would be Daniilovich and here it’s just Daniel.

When we came to this country we all wanted our names to become more Americanized so we ended up dropping our middle names.

Some time ago I came to regret that decision. Instead of dropping it I should’ve just changed it to my dad’s name — Borisovich to Boris. That’s exactly what I’ve been doing lately on all my documents.

I think it’s a good tradition and I’m proud to have my dad’s name as my middle name.
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