D. is going through a “Daddy is cool, Mommy is chopped liver” stage, again. I am OK with that, and just hope he won’t have a meltdown when he realizes B. is NOT going to Russia with us. So I was rather surprised that D. kept crying “Mommy” when B. carried him to bed tonight. Perhaps the fact that it was 10:30, WAY after D.’s bedtime, had something to do with that. At any rate, D. was crying in his bed when I walked in. As soon as I sat down next to him, he stopped crying, said “Ð¡Ð¿Ð°Ñ‚ÑŒ!” (“Sleep!” in Russian), followed by “Bye bye Papa.” I stretched out next to him on the toddler bed, murmuring the Russian equivalent of “It’s time to sleep.” D., however, was not quite ready to go down yet. He kept saying “Bumblebee” (a new word that Mel taught him when they were watching “Over the Hedge” today). Then he would say “Mel all gone” a couple of times, followed by another six renditions of “bumblebee” followed by “night night”, a minutes’ pause, and then the whole “bumblebee-mel all gone-night night” sequence again. After 15 minutes or so, D. finally was ready to let me leave and go to sleep on his own. If we are lucky, he might sleep in until 7 am tomorrow, but I am not holding my breath.