What you did not see was Masha’s sleeping quarters or where she spent the majority of her time in the living/play space designated to her “groupa”. On our last day there, I asked if I could take pictures of her living area so she would have them to always remember her beginnings. They graciously allowed me to do this.
I did not have the guts to ask if I could take a picture of the bedroom. It was a plain space filled with box cribs. There seemed to be no good reason to want a picture of it considering how sparse and sad a room it was. So to my husband’s chagrin, I snuck a picture of it.
All this time I have wondered which box was Masha’s. Yesterday Masha and I were looking through pictures of Vorzel on my computer and we came across her bedroom picture. She said something to me in Masha-speak. So I asked her, “where does Masha sleep?” and I signed sleep. Masha reached out and touched a bed on the screen.
I was shocked. Did she know what I was asking? I asked again... “Masha go night-night? Where does Masha go night-night?” Once again she pointed to the same crib. The one in the back along the wall... the center one.
I laughed to myself... yes it made sense that she would be in the crib with the least access to her neighbors considering how she plays with Kimani every morning...waking her up and getting into mischief. They would have wanted to keep this social butterfly as separated as possible.
The part about all this that is awesome for me is that Masha told me something I didn’t already know. My little darling has come a long way.
