We have decided to introduce the kids to the wonderful world of the Olympics... opening up their little minds to dreams of pan-national fraternity and flying through the air on many sorts of machines.
During the Opening Ceremonies, Ty, for a good portion of it, sat on Rob's lap and...
...waved like the most accomplished athlete, who is the son-of-a-once-Bermudan-mother and currently studying in Colorado. I believed him!
G was quite concerned with why some of the girls had painted their lips and wondered why that man (President Obama, in his interview with pink-eyed Bob Costas (sp?)) kept saying, "And, uh... And, uh..."
I have even gone so far as to allow the kids to eat a special dinner of Tito's popcorn, while sitting on the couch (What?! Have I lost my mind?!), and watch Slopestyle.
And, Rob's surprisingly accurate Russian accent has gotten quite the air-time, which my sister and I find so, so funny.
It's weird for me to watch these Olympics and hear reports of what may or may not being going on... like that when the Opening Ceremonies aired in Russia, the glitch with the snowflake/Olympic ring had been edited out and replaced with better footage from a dress rehearsal. I lived in what might as well be Russia for two years and I know. It makes me laugh and nearly cry simultaneously. We joke, but it's all too true. Ach! (Ooo... the hits on my blog from Russia are going to increase for sure, now!)