New Year's is THE biggest holiday here in Kazakhstan. From the Western perspective, a Kazakhstan New Year's is like Halloween (kids dress up in costumes and are awarded truckloads of candy), Thanksgiving (enormous amounts of food are prepared and family come home to celebrate), Christmas (decorated fir trees in every home/business and Father Frost comes in the night bearing gifts), and New Year's Eve (people stay up all night to bring in the New Year, drink far too much, and shoot off fireworks). It is definitely the mother of all holidays here in the former Soviet Union. We were totally unprepared when we moved here almost seventeen years ago. As a matter of fact, Dan and I didn't even like New Year's very much when we first arrived. Dan generally turns into a pumpkin by eleven o'clock and I was terrified of the amount of fireworks being shot off of balconies in our apartment complex. It was the one time of the year I was REALLY thankful that the buildings were made of solid concrete. But, the longer we have lived here, the more we have grown to love New Year's celebrations. As we are far away from our families and had no particular New Year's traditions when we arrived, we were free to create our own over the years. Now I believe we would all claim New Year's as one of our favorite family holidays!
Our traditions have grown to such an extent that we must get going early on New Year's Eve in order to fit them all in! We take turns with meal selection and preparation throughout the day (partners or adult assistance are permitted.) In order to eat the meal, however, each family member must fill in the appropriate "meal ticket" - year highlights, favorite books/movies/songs, and "growth opportunities" to prompt evaluation and sharing about the past year (on New Year's Eve day) and goals for the year to come (on New Year's day). Throughout the day, we play games (usually involving much screaming and bantering) and construct a gingerbread house. For our evening entertainment, we always pick one of the year's best movies to watch. The theme for the gingerbread house generally is borrowed from the movie - whether it is a pirate ship, a space ship, a wardrobe (that one was really difficult), or a flying house - this year's UP! selection. And then, of course, fireworks, coke floats, and gingerbread at midnight! Unlike most of the country, we generally do NOT stay up all night, as we actually like to function during the daytime hours the following day. By 2:00 or 3:00, we go to sleep to the sounds of fireworks and dream of large-scale warfare.
Today Jackie woke up early and made some amazing Russian blini for our breakfast. (We knew there was a reason we had children.) You go, girl!
Abby made a mean fettunine alfedo for lunch while Dan provided the protein by grilling some amazing peppered steaks to accompany. We had some luxurious sharing time until we realized that we needed to get going on our gingerbread construction. Just at the time when we were about to whip egg whites for the gingerbread "glue", our electricity went out. So typical for our life in Central Asia. But, also so amazing to see how accustomed our kids are to handling adversity. Everyone just got up and ran to find the flashlights, light the candles, and check the fuses to make sure it wasn't our personal system. Dan measured and cut the gingerbread by candlelight and then the kids started offering to have our own Survivor reward challenge by beating the egg whites by hand. We decided to wait for an hour to see if the electric company might come to our rescue on New Year's Eve or not. Before the hour was up, the power came back on and we were able to continue with our celebration. So thankful that our plans didn't have to be altered even more.
Our gingerbread house was in honor of Carl/Ellie and Dug. There is plenty of Dug voice going around this house. . .
Ellie:"It's like America but South." "You don't talk much. I like you."
Dug: "I have just met you and I love you." "Squirrel!" "I do not like the cone of shame." "I am very ready to not be in a high place." "It is funny because the squirrel got dead."
If you are wondering what happened to Jackie, she was gifted some beauty moles by her father. . .
I love Abby's creative wall mural. . .
And Allison's frosty window and potted plants.
MIDNIGHT! An amazing blast of fireworks and lots of acrid smoke covering the city of Almaty!!
Happy New Year from the KazBurns!!!






















































