Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Count-down to Christmas

On Monday morning, I had the strange experience of sleeping in. However, when I finally woke up, it was to the sound of two sobbing little girls being sent to their room. It must be the first time they've ever gone together, because it's usually that one girl is mean to the other or something like that. I kept my ears open, and pretty soon Kevin came in to talk to them. It didn't take long to get the message across: "You may NOT open presents before Christmas!" Cue the continued sobbing.
I can just imagine what they were thinking. "Oh wow, a beautiful Christmas tree, and look at those packages under the tree just for me!" They each opened one before Kevin caught them, so the damage was minimal. I'm sure if we hadn't found them, though, they would have opened every gift. Opening presents is so fun!

Since we're at home with my parents this year, we've been doing a lot of my favorite Christmas traditions. Sunday was the church choir program. My parents both sang in it, and my dad wrote and then read the narration. Sunday evening was the ward choir Christmas party at the Pack's house, with fantastic food and decorations, and my favorite part, caroling around the piano! Unfortunately, this Sunday marked one month since I've lost my voice, and while I can finally talk again, I don't have the range or endurance enough to sing. So after several songs, Brother Helm asked me to play the piano. I was happy to!
I don't really consider myself a singer, but having NO voice has made me realize just how much I enjoy singing to my girls, and especially how much I miss singing Christmas carols! Once I get my singing voice back, I may have to spend a few weeks playing Christmas music around the house to make up for this last month.

Penny, her tree, and her ornaments
We decorated our tree. Penny, Kevin, and my dad went to buy a tree at the lot. They asked for a narrow one and found one-- though it had just been unwrapped and continued to grow and grow until it was a little more than narrow. It's perfect, though. The girls did the initial decorating, which meant that there was a dense row of Penny ornaments on one side of the tree about 3 feet off the floor. A couple feet down were about 5 gold ball ornaments all hung in a clump-- Naomi's contributions.

Naomi and her golden ornaments
Last night was Christmas eve. One of our traditions has been to drive around town and look at the luminarias and Christmas lights. There was a house with a fantastic display, where the lights were coordinated with a radio station playing Christmas music. (When the station played Elvis's "Blue Christmas," only the blue lights came on and twinkled in time. It was awesome.) When we drove by on Christmas Eve, the family was out in front, mom and dad dressed as Santa and Mrs. Claus. Santa came over to our car and talked to our girls about what they wanted for Christmas, gave them a candy cane, and generally made their night.
A few streets away, as we were finishing up our light watching, Penny announced, "Actually, Dad, I think you're wrong." We were pretty confused until she continued, "Santa Claus IS real."
And that, in a nutshell, was our run-up to Christmas.

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Reentering the land of the living

I've had a really rough time with this flu. I'm sure everything was exacerbated and prolonged by my being pregnant, and it was tough. I lost 10 pounds from not being able to keep down anything (anything!) but apple juice and chicken broth for 7 days. I'd just lay in bed feeling horrible. Sometimes I'd prop my head up on two pillows to watch a movie or something. But I couldn't last more than about 30 minutes before I'd have to turn it off and go back down to one pillow. I was just exhausted.
I did visit the doctor. They gave me some Zofran to control the nausea, and then I felt much better. I was still weak and couldn't eat anything, but I didn't feel awful the whole time.
After 7 days, I started holding down some food, and eventually I decided to reenter the land of the living. I accompanied my family to a restaurant for lunch. I didn't eat, but just spent time with them. That afternoon, my legs were sore from the walk to and from the parking lot. Ridiculous!
I've been grateful for a lot of things during this time, though.
Do these girls love their daddy? It's hard to tell!

-I'm glad this happened on our home leave. This isn't my ideal way to spend a vacation, but Kevin was able to take care of the kids for me. If he wanted to go out on a bike ride or something, his parents were available to watch the kids and play with them. I'm not sure what I would have done if I'd been this sick while Kevin was at work.
-I'm glad I didn't have a newborn. Enough said.
-The girls have had a GREAT time with their dad and their grandparents. Naomi especially had been super clingy to me. But since I've been so sick and boring, she has branched out and come to love her dad a lot more.
-I've learned to trust Kevin more. I usually like to do things myself, like buying food, dressing the girls, driving, packing our apartment, and taking care of the girls on the airplane. But being unable to do any of these things-- and having no voice-- have made me trust Kevin. And you know what? He does a really good job on all these! He chooses different food than I would at the grocery store. But we still eat, and it's good food. I've been really happy letting Kevin take charge of things.
It's been a slow recovery. I still don't have my voice back (this makes 3 weeks + 2 days). It's slowly coming back, but it's been a croak now for about a week. Yesterday I felt like it was finally starting to improve, so I'll just have to be more patient. Honestly, what I miss the most is being able to sing. I LOVE December, finding Christmas carols on the radio, and singing along. So my family might have to just deal with me, once I have my voice back, singing carols all through January.
I'm slowly getting strength back so I'm not completely exhausted all the time. We walked to the beach and back today, and the only exhausting part was the stairs at the end. I'm finally feeling like I'll probably get over this. I'm hoping Kevin and I can go snorkeling on Thursday. We'll see...

Saturday, November 30, 2013

Speechless-- just like the little mermaid!

As last week was winding down, I found myself looking out our windows at the airplanes taking off from Reagan Airport. And for the first time in 8 months, I wasn't dreading the possibility that I might be on one soon. I wasn't quite excited, but I was ready to tackle our upcoming trip.
"Wow, you really chose the wrong lifestyle," a friend told me when I told her how much I hated traveling. And it's not so much that I hate exploring new places and seeing the world. I love that! I just hate the actual traveling part of it. It's like saying, "Oh, I hate having kids." Well, I don't hate the kids, but the actual birthing part and the months of dazed stupor afterwards leave something to be desired. But they're a necessary evil if you want the sweeties afterwards.
The weekend rolled around, and I started working on all the packing we needed to do before the movers arrived. Kevin and I went through all the girls' clothes and got rid of the too-smalls, too-wintries, and too-uglies. Our next baby is a boy, and there's no reason to ship giant tubs of baby girl clothes around the world when I'm not planning on needing them soon, if ever.
And that's about all I got done. By Saturday night, it was clear that I was getting sick. And on Sunday it was clear that I was SICK. The movers came on Monday, and while the fever wasn't too bad, I had completely lost my voice. Kevin did 98.9% of the packing and directing, while I curled on the couch in fetal position-- until the boxes were off my bed, and then I transferred there. The 1.1% of work I contributed was to go through the kitchen and say "yea" or "nay," by opening or closing cupboards. The system wasn't completely fail-proof, and our oregano did wind up getting shipped. (They train drug-sniffing dogs by using oregano, so they tell you not to ship it. I hope it doesn't hold up our shipment!!) Also, a big cupboard of baggies, tin foil, and towels must have gotten kicked shut, because it wasn't packed. But you know what? I had more important things on my mind ("Unnnnnggggghhh..." to be precise). Kevin took care of the shipment, sent our car off on her cruise to Brazil, watched, fed, played with, and entertained the girls for the rest of the next three days. I just lay in bed being sick, and also wondering why Ariel didn't just whisper when the sea witch had taken her voice. I mean, a lot could have been cleared up!
By Thursday, it was inevitable: we had to travel. Most people look forward to trips to Hawaii, but we had a 14-hour travel day starting at 4:00 a.m. Kevin took care of everything while I just took rounds of Tylenol and Robitussin and tried not to keel over. And it turns out, while my family now think it's normal for me to whisper to them, random people on the airplane and in the airport do not. Oh well. At least I don't use a fork for a hairbrush.
Thanksgiving: We moved the meal to Friday, and I was in charge of cooking a "simple" meal. I am really glad I revised my original plan and decided to use canned cranberry sauce, whipped cream from a bottle, and store-bought rolls. All that really needed to be done was the potatoes, sweet potatoes, turkey, and gravy. No big deal, and Kevin helped me out big time! I'm starting to realize there is nothing this man cannot do.
The girls are having a great time with their cousins. I can hear them playing, hollering, and bossing them around even from up here in my sick room upstairs. It makes me happy to know they get that from me-- though you wouldn't know from this week!
I'm hoping I eventually get my voice back. I'm hoping I just plain get better! But most of all, I'm hoping that I don't spread this joyful experience with anyone. Because I can't understand my kids when they whisper.

Sunday, November 24, 2013

Baby Boy!

I gave away the punchline in the title, now didn't I? Well, it's true. We're having a boy! At this point I'd like to go back and erase my previous post and just state now for the record: I knew all along it was going to be a boy. I just had this feeling about it. (And 50-50 odds aren't too shabby, either.)
I'm super excited to have a boy! Two girls are great, and it will now be fun to add some variety to the mix. I went to all the local thrift shops to find some cute baby clothes, and for about $1 a pop, I got a smattering of clothes to cover the first two years. And it turns out, I'm way more picky about boys' clothes than girls' clothes. Who knew?!
There are so many cute girls' clothes, it's hard to make them ugly and lame. I mean, there are overly-sparkly Princess shirts that I try to avoid (though Penny's favorite shirt this day is a pink t-shirt with Belle on the front covered in sequins.... shudder!). And occasionally there will be a slogan printed on the front saying something like, "It's my brother's fault!" or, "I'm a girl so I love shopping," or whatever. But in general, girls' clothes are pretty and cute.
Boys' clothes, on the other hand, are decidedly lame. In size zero, there are two varieties: sweet little lamb and ducky prints, or miniature man clothes. It's either cutesy, pale, and reminiscent of a smocked Christening gown, or it's dark blue and red with rugby stripes. There are some cute ones in the middle though, with animal prints or what have you. It's a good compromise.
Then apparently once they're three months old, baby boys are all future all-star athletes. All the onesies have parades of baseballs (does anyone play baseball anymore?!), footballs, and basketballs, sporting sayings like, "Little slugger," or, "Future MVP." Um, I'm all for my kids playing sports, but I think it's safe to say that waiting until they can walk, crawl, or at least grasp a ball might be developmentally acceptable.
Then we have the vehicles. Cars, trucks, trains, airplanes, firetrucks. I know they're an unavoidable part of raising a boy, but wouldn't it be alright to take my son to visit a construction site and play with Tonka trucks WITHOUT also decorating him as one? And I know we'll probably wind up watching too much Thomas the Train, Cars, Airplanes, Dinosaur Train, and who knows what else. But I'm not going to precondition him to obsess over them.
So what are we left with? Well, animals. And a bunch of tropical stuff like surfing, monkeys, surfing monkeys, sharks, and cute bright-colored everything. There are some really cute clothes once you pick through the lame ones. And I'm excited to find more of those when we go to Hawaii next week.
And for everyone reading this who's planning on buying me something for the boy (hi, Mom!), don't worry. I'll love it-- even if it has ducklings or firetrucks, or (shudder) puppies all over it. I'll probably wind up with things I wouldn't have bought myself, like Penny's sequined princess shirt. And the kids will love it.

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

One or the other

Have you ever met those people who just "know" if their baby is going to be a boy or a girl? "Oh, I just had a feeling that Emma was going to be a girl." Or, "I was just so sick with Jayden that I knew he had to be a boy."
Um... I don't want to rain on everyone's parade, but I've noticed that people are right about their feelings, oh, about 50% of the time. You just don't hear people crowing about it later if they had to eat their words.
So here's where I tell you: I have no idea if I'm having a boy or a girl. I'm leaning towards it being a boy, since we have two girls, and this would add some variety. Penny has already chosen her baby names, and I like Jack better than Olivia. But these aren't very strong inclinations.
My pregnancy with Penny was very different than with Naomi. And they're both girls. I'd say so far that this pregnancy is more like Naomi's, so it could be that this baby will-- boy or girl-- look more like Naomi than Penny. But beyond that I'm hesitant to guess.
I'm honestly having trouble imagining liking a baby boy. I have two fantastic girls who are just so sweet and beautiful, and I can't imagine loving a boy as much as I love them. But rewind 4.5 years, and I couldn't imagine loving a baby as much as I loved my beautiful, sweet cat. And I soon got over that.
Tomorrow we go in for an ultrasound where we hope to find out the sex of the baby. I'm giving it my best guess: I think it will be one or the other. I'll let you know tomorrow!

Monday, November 18, 2013

The unavoidable future

All the clothes I own are strewn in mounds in my bedroom. There are mountains of toilet paper, cleaning supplies, and random canned goods looming in every corner of the house. We have a dishwasher in the back of our car. In a normal person's life, I'm not sure what this would mean, but for us there's only one explanation: we're moving again.
Costco should be very thankful. Several times a week for the last month or so, I've been heading over there, spending ridiculous amounts of money, and pushing an overloaded grocery cart home through the streets like a bag lady.
We bought a baby swing and a portable dishwasher on Craigslist. Everything in Brazil is way more expensive than here in the US-- especially if you're talking about Craigslist, USA.
And speaking of being cheap thrifty, I'm really excited to find out the sex of our baby this Thursday. That will give me a couple of days to go buy thrift shop baby clothes before our stuff packs out next week.

Thursday, November 07, 2013

My my, Naomi

Naomi is a hoot. She can say her own name, which isn't new news, but it's cute to hear a 2-year-old say their own name. She used to say, "Yomi," but now she quite clearly says, "Naomi."
Since we've been in Washington DC, she has been excessively clingy. I swear, she would spend 90% of her waking hours within about a foot of me. If I dared leave that circle, she would cry and generally throw a fit. Joy! My favorite was when I'd be in the kitchen, either chopping something at the counter, or especially cooking something at the stove, and she'd come wedge herself between the counter and my legs and push on me, trying to reach my arms to climb up into them.. Yeah, you try sauteing anything like that.
One thing I love, though, is that the moment she wakes up, she'll stumble into my room and climb into bed with me. Occasionally she would go back to sleep all snuggled in my arms, but usually we would just slowly wake up together. If it was before 6:00 (like occasionally when she'd wake up at 4 or so), I'd just take her back in her room and tell her it was still nighttime and have her sleep in her own bed.
While we lived in China she wasn't very snuggly at all, so I've really appreciated this development. Last week she stopped coming in every morning, but now she'll come every couple days or so. It makes me happy.
Naomi's kind of hilarious and likes to laugh. She makes me laugh, though, when she has a runny nose, because she will wipe her nose directly onto the carpet. I mean, it's gross and we have to clean it up, but it's hilarious to see her little pigu up in the air while she's wiping her face on the floor.
She likes to play pretend, and she has a special squeaky voice that she saves for her toys when they talk to each other. She'll play with her sister, and occasionally she gets her feelings hurt when Penny (or other kids) don't want to play what she does. So her lower lip comes out, the tears start, and she comes running over to me to make it all better. It's very sweet, and it means a lot to me to have her trust like that.
One more thing. Naomi loves to say prayers. If we say prayers at the table or before bed, she enthusiastically volunteers to pray. And it goes like this: "Heavenly Father, of the name of Jesus Christ, Amen." Usually someone else gets to pray after her, but sometimes we'll let that do the job. Either way, it's wonderful to hear her.

Thursday, October 31, 2013

Operation Cream Cheese

We've reached the point where we have to start buying everything we've been meaning to buy before Brazil. We got pictures of our new apartment, which necessitated a trip to Ikea this week, followed by one of several trips to Costco.
Penny has been sick for a week now, and after so many days of being cooped up, I decided to take the girls to Ikea. We had a list of stuff to get, and Penny feels pretty good in the mornings, so we headed up. We shopped a bit, ate some meatballs, played in the play place, then shopped a bit more. Penny started fading during the second shopping spree, and pretty soon she was trying to rest her head on the cart handle while sitting in the little basket seat telling me, "I want to go in the car and go home." We bought everything on our list-- plus some toys for the new baby and some new Christmas ornaments. I couldn't help myself; this WAS restraint.
I got to go to Costco by myself, and while doing grocery shopping, I also stocked up on tons of stuff to bring to Brazil. Now, we don't get a separate "consumables" shipment this time, but even last time we didn't use ours. We just bought some things and put them in with our Household Effects. We'll be doing the same this time. The only difference, though, is that we've never been to Brazil. I have no idea what they have or don't have. I've heard they don't have peanut-butter, so I bought enough to elicit comments from the receipt-checker at Costco AND the random guy in our elevator. What, I like peanut-butter okay?! I bought a whole flat of canned pumpkin and a good dose of all the medicines we regularly use. It's fun to buy a whole bunch of stuff, but it's always a gamble as to whether A) you'll actually use it in Brazil, and B) you'll show up in Brazil only to find these same things being peddled on every corner. I've heard that everything in Brazil is more expensive than what you'll find here, so I've erred on the side of buying too much. But we'll use it.
Speaking of which, I bought a 3-lb tub of cream cheese.
I've seen that tub of cream cheese leering at me from its little shelf there in the fridge every time I pass it to buy string cheese. And I snub it every time. There's no way we could/should eat that much cream cheese before it goes bad. And I'm just not really ready to fork over the dough for something that's just going to waste. But now that we have one month left in Virginia, I realized that I'd been buying the 1" tall tubs of cream cheese for $2.99 each. It kills me that stuff here is so expensive, but that's what it costs. Finally (a month before our departure date, mind you), my mathematical genius turns on the light-bulb and realizes, "Hey, this gallon vat of cream cheese costs about as much as two of those 1" ration tubs. If I buy this and use as much as two of those little guys, I'll have gotten my money's worth-- and then some!"
My mathematical genius loves a good bargain. And not only that, but the more of that cream cheese tub we eat, the better the bargain is! Hence commences Operation Cream Cheese. It lasts from now until we leave Virginia-- or until the mold decides to invade. Let the race begin!

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Penny, my sweetie

We went to Ikea today, and I let the girls buy toys for the new baby. Penny picked one out that when you pull the rabbit out of the hat, it plays a lullaby on a music box. Mostly the girls liked playing with their toys, and I'm sure that's how it will be for the next 5 months or so.
When we got home, Penny told me, "I think the baby is sad again."
I really had no idea what she was talking about, so she explained. "The baby in your tummy. Here." And she pulled the rabbit and put it up against my tummy. She's been keeping it playing for the last 5 minutes or so.
She also has decided to name the baby Jack. Or if it's a girl, Olivia.
We'll see about that... but I know she'll be a sweet big sister.

Now she came and told the baby, "Don't be afraid anymore. You're in my mommy's tummy. You'll be okay. You'll just come out, and we got a toy for you that sings songs."

Tuesday, October 08, 2013

Boise, Beijing, Brasilia

The first time I realized something was going on, it was somewhere near the beginning of August. I read this article about things that happened after the Harry Potter series ended. When I got to number six, I cried. It wasn't just tears coming to my eyes and then quickly receding. No, it was more of a full-on cry, where I mourned the loss of Fred Weasley, the loss George Weasley was dealing with, and the future of the wizarding community without both Weasley twins. I also got to thinking just how long it had been since I'd read any of the Harry Potter books and visited my friends at Hogwarts.
And I also realized I was probably pregnant.
I don't usually cry about Harry Potter-- except for that chapter about Snape's memories in the 7th book. But other than that, it's not something I usually get weepy about.
But it's been fun to be all weepy. I also get DESPERATELY hungry and incredibly exhausted. Otherwise I've felt marvelous-- not sick at all! I'm very grateful for that, since I was pretty queasy with Penny and fine with Naomi, as long as I kept eating Cheez-its.
We noticed that our kids are all born in cities that belong with "B." Kevin says we're probably done after this one, because we don't really plan on getting posted to Bogota, Colombia. But Kevin, our options are WIDE open! Bridgetown, Barbados! Belmopan, Belize! Busan, Korea! Bandar Seri Begawan, Brunei! Bangkok, Thailand! And if those don't work out, there's always Bethesda, Maryland.
We'll see what the future brings. Right now, I'm a little overwhelmed at the prospect of having a third child. Naomi's super clingy, needy, whiny, and sometimes a little rotten. My only hope is that she'll be 6 months older by the time the baby comes. Maybe she'll grow out of some of it.
And hopefully I'll write on my blog here and there before April when the baby comes. I plan on it!

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Co-op preschool

A few weeks ago, Penny joined a co-op preschool with three other kids from church. It's a great small group, two boys and two girls, and they're fun kids with fun moms. What else could you ask for?!
This week our turn rolled around. We have an open-topic curriculum, so we each just pick a topic and teach the kids about it. The first week they learned about weather, last week the planets, and this week I taught them about bones! Apparently we have a science theme going on here. Next time I'm planning on teaching about maps, globes, and going on a treasure hunt. It will be awesome.
So anyway... I left a few preparations until this morning. Our house was trashed, I had to go to the store for some craft supplies, and I still needed to print, glue, and cut out part of the craft. I knew I'd get my 6:30 wake-up call from Naomi, which gave me 3 hours to get ready. I was sure I'd be fine!
Does anything ever go as planned? No. Naomi came to my room at 6:30, but then she promptly fell back asleep until 8:00. And I'm no dummy. If the baby's sleeping, I sleep. So when 8:00 rolled around, I got out of bed, threw clothes on, and started breakfast. Naomi and I ate our cereal while Penny whined on the couch and refused to eat cereal-- or anything else I suggested. So she was super cheerful, and refused to wear shoes as we ran out the door to the store. I brought them with me and finally coerced her into wearing them so she could run through the tunnel to the store. I managed to get everything done before the kids came. My house looks lovely, but that's only until you find the laundry basket full of toys, books, and random crap from all over our living room. Which the girls did go find.
The preschool was very fun! We talked about bones in our bodies. We made rolls, mangling each one into a bone shape (or a pancake, snake, or whatever random shape they wound up with). I read/told them the story of Ezekiel and the dry bones, then we sang the Dry Bones song ("The foot bone's connected to the leg bone..." etc). This was all interspersed with the kids playing with toys and having free time. Then we ate rolls and played with our craft, putting together these little skeletons. Honestly, it wasn't the best craft, since it required my cutting it out for each one, and then I wound up sending it home for them to finish with their parents. I think they'll have fun with them once they're done, but they're not terribly creative. Oh well....
We only had one major blow-up. And it was my child. Penny and her friend were playing ponies in her room, and I heard some major crying and wailing. I went in to find Penny sobbing under her covers while her friend sat sadly playing ponies on the end of the bed. Turns out, they both wanted to be Princess Celestia, and Penny was NOT okay with that. I think the lack of breakfast may have played into this.
So I'm happy with how it went today, and I am very happy with the opportunity Penny has to make friends, go to preschool once a week, and learn about the wonders of the universe. I'm really excited to teach it once a month, too.

Monday, September 16, 2013

Our FHE tonight

I'm impressed at how trashed our house can get. We try to keep it to a manageable level, but sometimes the rubble just accumulates and then starts to gang up on us.
So anyway, we all pitched in tonight and cleaned up. Now our house wouldn't be mistaken for something in a magazine, but you also don't have to shuffle through toys and little bits of Play-doh all over the carpet. 
While I was vacuuming, I decided that cleaning the house would be our activity for Family Home Evening. I know, I know. Don't you wish we'd invite YOU for FHE next week?!
But anyway, after we cleaned up and about 5 minutes before I left for Zumba class, we read a verse in the scriptures:

"Organize yourselves; prepare every needful thing; and establish a house, even a house of prayer, a house of fasting, a house of faith, a house of learning, a house of glory, a house of order, a house of God."

It worked much better than I thought it would! This verse is actually talking about the temple, so we talked about our house compared with Heavenly Father's house (the temple). Then we talked about each little phrase in the verse, and how we do those things in our house, so our house is sort of like a temple.
It was short and sweet. We sang a song, had a prayer, and then we went on with our evening. I went to my class and the girls got to have a friend over. And our house looks lovely.

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Doctors and shots

A couple weeks ago I made a doctor's appointment for Penny. I told her about it to give her a little heads up, and she cried. Then, a day before the appointment, I told her she'd have a doctor's appointment the next day. She cried again. I told her the third time an hour before her appointment, and she cried again! She asked if she'd be getting a shot, then she cried again.
Now for most normal kids, these would be tears of apprehension, fear, and dread. But Penny was upset every time that she couldn't go to the doctor's NOW! Even waiting until an hour before (which I thought would be close enough to start getting excited), was too far out. She asked if she'd get any shots, and since she doesn't need any until kindergarten starts next year, I told her, "No." She was upset and pretty mad-- because she wanted a shot!
When we got to the doctor's office, she was bouncing around on the exam table, giggling when they took her temperature, and generally being ticklish as they looked in her ears, nose, and mouth. Once they'd finished, she told the doctor, "Heart." (When she wants to show of for strangers, she reverts to baby-talk and one-word sentences. Ugh!) But yeah, she was telling the doctor how to do her exam.
I blame Daniel Tiger's Neighborhood. When Daniel Tiger gets a shot, he knows it's going to hurt for just a little while, so he sings, "Close your eyes, and think of something happy!" They sing it about 15 times during the whole episode. So Penny sang it a few times during her appointment.
She had four shots to get between now and when she starts kindergarten, so I let her choose if she wanted one, two, three, or four shots. She chose one. She sat on my lap, scrinched her eyes shut, and sang, "Close your eyes and think of something happy." She told me she was thinking about unicorns. And she didn't cry a bit.

Monday, July 22, 2013

20 Questions for Penny-- age 4

1. What is your favorite color?  Pink
2. What is your favorite toy?  Horse
3. What is your favorite fruit?  Apple
4. What is your favorite TV show?  Super Why
5. What is your favorite movie?  Dragon (How to Train Your Dragon)
6. What is your favorite thing to eat for dinner?  Chicken
7. What is your favorite outfit?  Horse shirt
8. What is your favorite game?  Merry go round game (i.e., riding the merry go round at the zoo)
9. What is your favorite snack?  No shoes. Shoes are yucky!
10. What is your favorite animal?  A... elephant!
11. What is your favorite song?  The merry go round song (I ride on the merry go round, I ride on the merry go round. Because Merry go rounds are fun. Merry go rounds are fun. I love to ride the merry go rounds, I ride on the merry go rounds) (Made up on the spot.)
12. What is your favorite book?  Jingle bells book
13. Who is your best friend?  Lukey (from Shenyang)
14. What is your favorite dessert?  Lollipop 
15. What is your favorite thing to do outside?  Play jump rope
16. What is your favorite drink?  Juice
17. What is your favorite holiday?  Go to the beach
18. What do you like to take to bed with you at night?  A baby horse, a baby real horse! 
19. What is your favorite thing to eat for breakfast?  Carrots
20. What do you want to be when you grow up?  Play with bigger kids
And when I asked her each of these questions, she said, "Um," while thoughtfully pointing to her chin, then answered

Sunday, July 21, 2013

Almost thou persuadest me to be a Baptist....

When I first signed Penny up for VBS (Vacation Bobble School, as they say at the southern Baptist churches), I imagined a nice little day camp where the kids sing songs, make crafts, and play games, all the while learning about the Bible. When I turned in her application, though, I learned that "little" wasn't quite the word to describe it. With over 500 children and another 175 volunteers, this was QUITE the production!
I volunteered to work with the 2-year-olds (since that's what I'd be doing anyway), which did wonders in getting Penny off the waiting list. That meant the three of us were ready and out the door by 8:45 every morning this week, cruising against traffic to VBS. The girls really liked it, and I'd definitely do it again... though probably not signing up to work with 2-year-olds. It was a lot of work, and from what the other volunteers were saying, not quite as much fun as doing the activities with the older kids. You know, the ones who can talk and don't cry or lose their shoes.
Penny started her morning in the sanctuary for the worship rally. When I visualize a sanctuary, I see an old stone chapel with someone kneeling in silent prayer. Or maybe a high-ceilinged cathedral with sounds of the choir echoing in the rafters. But I don't usually see a drum set off to the side, a roller coaster and Ferris wheel backdrop, and 500 children cheering and singing. It was a happy, delightful crowd. It just wasn't the tranquility I usually imagine in a "sanctuary."
The theme this year is "Facing fear, trusting God," with the title, "Colossal Coaster World." Penny learned the theme song, which she sings, "Costco Ohhhhhh." But she does all the right hand motions and everything, so it's close enough, right? Penny learned a lot of great songs, made friends with some of the other 4-year-olds in her class, and had a lot to tell us about the crafts they made and the stories she learned about Paul.
The 2-year-olds had little roller coaster cars made from cardboard boxes.
Riding the roller coaster
A couple of our lessons had the children pushing the cars along the tracks towards the Bible at the end, and stuff like that. Then the rest of the time they could just play with them. On the final day, our focus was on the story of Paul getting shipwrecked. I was supposed to teach a little lesson where they matched patterned boats one by one, taking turns. But I'd tried earlier in the week to have my eleven 2-year-olds take turns, and we scrapped that idea. Instead, I brought some large boxes, told the story of Paul's divine Aid, and then told them, "These are your boats!" It was a hit.
Naomi and her buddies eating their lunches
The kids did music time, craft time, and playground time, which really reduced the time we spent playing in our classroom to a manageable hour or so. The we had snack time and lunch time, which filled up the rest of our mornings. Wow, though. I'm glad I don't have eleven 2-year-olds every day!
It was fun working in a different church environment. Besides a week-long mission trip to Mexico in high school with the United Church, I haven't spent much time in churches beside my own. It was cool to see what was different and what was the same.
First of all, Mormons don't do VBS. Most wards have several children's activities throughout the year, but there's no week-long shindig. I think it would be fun, but it would probably add a lot of pressure to keep doing it year after year, and we already have a lot going on, though on regular but smaller scales. 
The volunteers had a little snack room where we could go on a break. It was awesome to be able to take a break and just leave my kids behind for a few minutes. I usually only get that kind of alone time when I take showers, but let's face it, not even then. They had quite a spread of cookies, muffins, bagels, pizza bites, and whatever else people had signed up to bring that day. One day there was this chili-lime popcorn that was AMAZING. I'll have to try and make it someday, because it was that good. It was surprising to see a big cooler of iced tea and a little sign saying "Coffee in the kitchen," since that's something we never see at Mormon shindigs. 
So we have timpani in the sanctuary and coffee in the break room, but the rest of it was the same as anywhere else, I guess. The biggest difference was the overall feel of it. They have ministers, pastors, and other staff who work at the church full time. Then they have 175 volunteers to do their bidding. At Mormon functions, you have volunteers, more volunteers, and then people who just show up. So you know who's in charge (usually), and you know what you're supposed to be doing (hopefully), but it's your church as much as it is their church, and it just as easily could have been you put in charge of the whole shebang. 
My girls love the "dancing monsters" welcoming them to VBS
The girls had fun, I had a good experience, and would we do it again? Absolutely. I even attended their Sunday service the day before it started, and I found it very inspiring and thought-provoking. It made me want to study my Bible a little bit more. (Paul escaping from the city in a basket? I'd completely forgotten about that story! Paul and the Roman soldier? I still don't know that one!!) It was fun to reach out and be a part of the bigger Christian community. I hope people aren't shy to reach out and see what our church is about. We know Paul, but we also know Ammon, Captain Moroni, Nephi, and Joseph Smith. 
So, to misquote Agrippa in response to Paul's testimony, "Almost thou persuadest me to be a Baptist." And next time we're in Virginia, we'll be back for VBS.

Sunday, July 14, 2013

Four!

It's Penny's birthday today, and she is four! Naomi likes to do everything her sister does, so she has gotten in the habit of telling people, "I'm three!" (It is not true. She's two.) But now she's started holding out one finger and saying, "I'm four!" 

Penny and her watermelon cake
This year Penny's birthday landed on a rather busy weekend. So instead of a large, raucous party, we just had her "favorite friend," Molly, come to dinner at our house with her family. Molly and her sister are just the same ages as Penny and her sister. They love playing ponies together, and it was a special treat for Penny and Molly to be able to play together all afternoon.

It took about four tries to blow out all four candles. We also had cherry cupcakes to match those on her cherry cupcake puzzle.
Penny is very sweet and has learned a lot in her four years. She is very caring of her sister. In fact, if I walk anywhere without Naomi (towards the elevator, towards the car, etc.) Penny will plant her feet right where she is and frantically yell, "Don't leave my sister!!!" Then she'll run back and grab Naomi's arm and drag her in my direction. It is very sweet and illustrates just how loving and sensitive she is. (It also doesn't help us get to the car/elevator very fast. It's hard to adequately explain that if she would just get on the elevator/in the car, her sister would follow her example. But that's a concept we'll be working on while she's four, I guess.)
She and Naomi really care for each other. I mean, don't get me wrong, they fight over toys and squabble a little bit. But they love to play together and generally get along really well! I am surprised, because I remember that Sarah and I didn't get along very well at all. So this is all very new and exciting that my two little girls are best friends! They play "puppy" almost all the time. Naomi is the puppy and follows her sister around the house. And then Penny is the puppy and answers everything with either a nod or shake of the head and, "Ruff!" One time she was crying about something, and I heard her, between sobs, whimper, "Ruff." I then had my doubts as to whether she was real or fake crying.... One day Naomi was the puppy all morning, and Penny was the puppy's mommy. This meant that I was the puppy's grandma, and she insisted on calling me "Grandma" the entire morning. I must have been in a bad mood or something, because this really bothered me after a while. I'm not old enough to be a grandma!!
Penny knows all her letters and numbers, though she gets lost in the mid-teens and tends to repeat half of them. She knows most of the letter sounds, and she understands that letters on the page are words. Reading hasn't clicked yet, but she has memorized half her books and will read them aloud to herself and to Naomi. In fact, it takes her about once through a book to memorize most of it, and then she'll "read" it herself.
We started a reading program at the library called 1000 Books Before Kindergarten. We were at 150 or so when I gave it up, realizing that we're right about at halfway through our time in Virginia, and we were nowhere near halfway through the reading program. But she loves books, and we're very grateful for the library around the corner from us!
When Penny plays with her toys, she'll narrate stories about them the whole time, aloud, in a squeaky little toy voice. Sometimes it's in first person, and other times it's in third person. I mean to write one of them down one of these times. They're kind of hilarious.
Penny doesn't look a thing like me. In China, everyone knew she was my daughter because she is obviously not Chinese, and I am also obviously not Chinese... though more so. Here in America, though, people often ask me if she is my daughter. Usually they say, "So, are these both your girls?" They are, and they're both wonderful. But the only thing (literally the only thing) I've found is that some of Penny's fingernails are shaped like mine. Oh, and her nose (which doesn't look like mine) crinkles when she laughs like mine does.
That's it.
Fortunately, she is a lot like my husband, who is my very favorite man in the world. I think there should be more people in the world like him, and I'm happy to know that Penny is one of them.
Penny is the sweetest little girl I know, and I'm very glad she was sent to our family to set the tone as the oldest child. I love her more and more each day.

Thursday, July 11, 2013

A typical morning

Kevin leaves for work before I wake up. He found a new bike path to work, and it's nearly twice as long as his previous one. Not many people would be as thrilled to spend even longer on their commute to work, but we're blessed to have so many bike paths around here. He gets to ride his bike nearly every day, and it doesn't take too much time away from our being together as a family.
After Kevin (usually), Naomi is the next person to wake up. This morning, she and Penny crawled into my bed and snuggled for a little while as I tried to wake up. Isn't that cute? It's only happened twice, so I can't say it's our new daily pattern. But it makes me happy to have two bright little faces greet me in the morning. They're so cheery and sweet in the morning. It almost makes up for me.
We get up and have "Square Cheerios" (Frosted Mini-Wheats) for breakfast. I usually eat my own then help the girls finish their bowls, too. There's never any need for me to serve myself seconds of anything!
The girls watched Kipper (or "Kipper da gog," as Naomi says) for an hour while I did some sewing. I heard this woman at the park last week patronizingly explaining to another couple that she NEVER lets her younger children watch TV, and she CERTAINLY never just plops them down in front of screens to just fill up their time. 
Um.... I do. I don't brag about it ("Oh, I ALWAYS let my kids watch TV. It's SOO good for them!), because I know it's not the best. I read in a book that kids' mental activity is slower when they watch TV even than when they sleep. Kids learn so much at this age that it's really a shame to waste hours on TV when they could be learning. But sometimes I just want some downtime, and the big square babysitter is one handy way to get it. It's not the end of the world.
After the hour of TV/sewing, I got the girls dressed and we went to the library. Well, I got Naomi dressed. Penny slept in her clothes, and since they're still clean enough, she is wearing the same thing as yesterday. I draw the line at 3 days in a row, but this two-day thing is at least a weekly occurrence.
So story time at the library was nice. It's not the most amazing program in the world, but it's good to get out of the house and see other people. We checked out 13 books, threw them in the stroller, then headed over to Costco, where we loaded down the stroller with a few cases of this and that. Wouldn't you know-- halfway through our Costco trip, the stroller wheels both go flat! Naomi is angry that her seat is filled up with food, and Penny refuses to get out of her seat. So I get to hold Naomi and try to push an overloaded stroller with flat tires to the check-out counters. Oh hello, lady. You want to walk upstream between me and the aisles of food? Allow me to go around you. You're welcome! And of course I chose the shortest line I saw. Deceptively short, though. The ladies in front of me were either stocking their nuclear fall-out shelter, or they'd never been to Costco before in their lives and they were hosting the company picnic that weekend. The end of the checkout counter was full well before they had even emptied out their basket at the beginning. And we got to wait patiently (i.e., only 1/3 of us were screaming) while she spent well over a thousand dollars at Costco. 
At least she wasn't a mega-couponer or something.
We made it home. I disassembled the stroller, put it in a Costco cart, and wheeled our stuff home like a hobo.
For lunch we had lemonade and roasted chicken. It was greasy and delicious, filling and fast. We read one of our library books in Naomi's bed, and now she's down for her nap. I'm chilling at my computer, and Penny is playing make-believe with her toys and teaching herself how to read.
Nah, just kidding. She's watching TV on the iPad. 

Friday, June 28, 2013

Possibly my new favorite bug

A bee
I really love honey bees. They're cute, striped, and fuzzy, and they make nice humming noises. They make HONEY, which is just amazing. And they go from flower to flower, pollinating and collecting nectar, and they're just so industrious and lovely.
But tonight we went out to the park to look at fireflies. And I might have to make room on my "favorites" shelf for these little guys. They're so cool! I mean, how many animals fly around at night and light up? Not many. They twinkle across the fields and in the forests like little stars lighting up the night. I pretty much love them.
Fireflies
I told Penny she would have to take a nap so we could go out tonight to look for fireflies. She hasn't taken daily naps since last November. But today she got her toy ponies and horse, lined them up on her pillow beside her, and lay down for a nap. I told her she just needed to stay in there until the timer rang. It was quiet for the whole 20 minutes, so I was sure she had nodded off. But when I peeked in, she was still lying in bed, ponies still lying beside her on the pillow, looking at me with her dark brown eyes. "I just can't go to sleep." She gave it her best shot, though. So we went anyway. She was nervous about it all afternoon, though. She kept telling me she didn't want to go, because the fireflies are scary.
If I keep the girls up past their bedtime at home, they just get cranky and awful. But they were really good on our walk. Our destination was the park, but along the way we started seeing the fireflies. I saw a blinking light that I swore was a firefly, but it didn't move, and the light kept turning on and off pretty regularly. I decided it must have been a lawn ornament of some sort, but when I leaned over to investigate, it was actually a firefly stuck in a spiderweb being eaten by a spider. Wow, that was more nature than I thought we'd be seeing on our innocuous firefly walk!
I tried to be impartial. After all, we read books about the Very Busy Spider making her web to catch flies. I explained that the spider was going to eat the fly for his dinner, and it was sad for the firefly but it was probably a good thing for the spider. Penny brought up the Mickey Mouse cartoon where he sprays the fly with some pink juice and the fly grows extra strong to beat up the spider. Sadly, I didn't have any magical pink juice.
We walked through the park, and I caught a couple fireflies to show the girls. Penny was interested but kept her distance. Naomi shrieked a little and told me she was scared. I think next time we go, we'll bring a jar to look at them in.
Can you tell I grew up in the western US? I'm honestly just glad I have little girls to take out on a firefly search, because I would look a little silly getting that excited over a bug if people didn't think it was only for the sake of my children.

Thursday, June 27, 2013

Panhandling

When we lived in China I would write about some of the strange happenings and strange people I'd run into. As it turns out, there are strange happenings and strange people here in America, too.
For example, tonight we went to play at the park. There was a guy in the parking lot blaring his music from his shiny black convertible. I knew I'd seen him before, and it took me a while to place him. He kind of reminded me of a man from church, though this guy was much scruffier and weather-beaten. I'm sure I stared a little too much for politeness, but I was sure I'd seen him somewhere.
Oh yeah! He's one of the guys who panhandles on the street corner where we live!
I always feel kind of awkward around panhandlers, because you never know what people are going to spend your money on. And it turns out that-- in this instant-- I was right for being suspicious! I really don't feel bad giving someone money when they need it to survive another day in their hand-to-mouth existence. But I think people like this are a bit too common. I walked by another of the regular panhandlers on our block, and he turned around to see me, and I noticed he was talking on his cell phone.
Now, I don't have to make any guesses to know that these people aren't living an easy life. But I also know that my money could be better donated to other useful causes.
And I also know I won't be going up to that guy from church and saying, "Oh, I saw someone the other day who reminded me of you! Yeah, it's this beggar guy outside our building who actually owns and drives a sports car!"

Sunday, June 23, 2013

Sharing the Gospel

In China, we had a lot of restrictions on our religion. For our everyday worship (Sunday meetings and any other church activities), we foreigners met together with other foreigners. Chinese members of our church can meet with other Chinese members, but the two groups can't mix. That's the framework that the Chinese government allows us to work in right now. It works. But it does feel restrictive.
Also, we're not allowed to actively or passively share the Gospel. That means that we can't teach people about our church, and if people ask about it, we really can't give more than a brief, vague answer and change the subject. This is a restriction, but as a friend pointed out, it's really not much different than how we usually are.
I know Mormons kind of have a stereotype of being cheery, hand-shaking people who want to invite you to church. Or to read the Book of Mormon. Or to learn more about the church by meeting with the missionaries. But honestly, I've never done any of those things. The only time I invited a friend to church with me was in 4th grade when my friend stayed the night at our house and then went to church with us in the morning. Pretty lame. ;) I once planned to give a friend a copy of the Book of Mormon to read, but every time I thought about it, I got so nervous I eventually gave up the idea. After like two years. Yeah, that's super cool.
But after living in China for two years where I COULDN'T share the Gospel, I'm really trying to enjoy that freedom now that I'm back in America. Nothing like saying I CAN'T do something to make me want to go and do it.
So I'm starting small, not doing anything scary like putting myself on the line with my friends. But I'm doing things. We have the missionaries over to dinner sometimes. We've become friends with the sister missionaries, and I've had the chance to bring some new members and newly-active members to a new member fireside. (And there is nothing like hearing someone newly fired up about the Gospel sharing their conversion experiences! Very inspiring.) And it's easy to share the Gospel with people who have already decided they're interested in learning about it!
Yesterday I got to give a talk at a friend's baptism. It was really fun for me to prepare a talk about baptism, trying to make room in my allotted time for all the cool information I found once I started studying about it. (There's an excellent article in the Bible Dictionary about baptism: thorough, insightful, very informative.) And it was fun having a captive audience to teach. Some people were missionaries and many others were lifelong Gospel experts, I'm sure. But I like to think that some people were learning new things about baptism.
I'm not brave enough to bring up the topic of religion with people. Yet. But at church, I try to make it a welcoming environment by talking to people who are sitting alone. I don't really know anyone yet, and my comfort zone involves sitting by myself and just talking to the people I already know-- even if that means I talk to no one. But the new-and-improved-Chelsea is outgoing, remember? So I talk to people. I love being at church, especially after 2 years of a small group meeting at someone's home. I wish I knew more people, and if I keep up this facade of being outgoing, it's bound to come true soon. And to be fair, it is working already.
So that's what's new. I'm back here in America, breathing the clean air and enjoying my newly restored freedoms.
Anyone want to read the Book of Mormon?

Sunday, June 16, 2013

Happy Father's Day!

We celebrated Father's Day this morning by waking Kevin up at 6:30 to give him gifts. He was thrilled. I think he really enjoyed the presents, but it was hard to tell, since he was kind of groggy and bleary. Naomi got him an apron that says "Real men wear aprons" on the front. Penny got him a $7 tool set from Ikea, and I got him (and me) football tickets to the UVA vs BYU game here in Virginia this August. I know which present I'm more excited about! I haven't watched a football game in at least two years, and I haven't been to one in almost four. Go Cougars!!
At church, the Primary kids sang, "I'm so glad when Daddy comes home." They called the Primary children to the front of the chapel, and Penny was excited to go up with the other kids. She'd been practicing the song at home with me, so she knew all the words. She's a tiny Sunbeam, so she made her way to the front of the group of kids. We saw her beaming face and waved from the congregation. Naomi saw her sister and then wriggled off the seat, shouting, "I go sing with Jiejie!" Before we knew what was happening, she was running up the aisle with the last of the Primary kids to go sing the Father's Day song. She wiggled her way to the front of the kids and poked her little head up where we could see her. She scanned the crowd for our faces but didn't look like she ever found us. The kids sang the song. Penny sang all the words with a big smile on her face; Naomi stared into the crowd while everyone else sang.
In her Sunday School class, Penny filled in the words to a paragraph about her dad. It had a giant mustache at the top of the page, of which I wholly disapprove. But the paragraph was infinitely better:
MY DADDY
My dad's name is Kevin. He is 30 years old. He is as big as a car. He has black hair and yellow eyes. His favorite food is chicken. His favorite color is white. He likes to go to play hide and seek for fun. My favorite thing to do with my dad is play. I love my dad because I share with my sister.
I love my daddy!
Kevin is a wonderful dad, and we had a great time celebrating Father's Day this morning. He's continuing the celebration by taking a nap. I wish I had a second round of presents to wake him up with!

Friday, June 14, 2013

Now introducing... Buttercup!

We lived here for a few weeks before we got around to buying a car. And really, during those two weeks, the only thing we NEEDED a car for was going to church on Sunday. Otherwise our little neighborhood has everything within walking distance, which is awesome.
We ended up getting a 2010 Toyota Rav4. It looks basically like this beauty I found on the internet:
Exciting, huh!
Originally, the plan was to buy a blue Subaru Forester. They have a BEAUTIFUL color of blue right now, which is obviously the first thing I look at when looking at cars. (My brother, Erik, is a mechanic. If he reads this, I'm not sure he'll make it this far without his eyes rolling practically out of his head. I like the pretty blue cars! Ha ha ha!)
But when you're buying used, you don't always get to choose the color, so we got this brown color, which they call "pyrite." I call it "blah." The interior is made of shopping-bag textured fabric (you know those ones you can buy at check-out for $1) in a lovely Reese's-Peanut-Butter-Cup-esque brown and black. It is for that reason that we have named our car Buttercup. 
I didn't realize it at the time, but having a car named Buttercup is REALLY CUTE, especially when you have two daughters, a toddler and a preschooler, talking about her by name. When we go by the garage, Penny will point out, "That's where Buttercup lives." And I decided the windshield shades are Buttercup's sunglasses. When we go to the car, I just have to tell the girls, "Let's go see Buttercup," and they're excited about getting their shoes on and out the door. And it's just insanely cute to hear them say the word, Buttercup.
We wanted to get something with a higher lift than a sedan or a mini-van, in case we encounter bad roads or decide to go camping in Brazil. We also decided to get a Rav4 with the optional 3rd row of seating. This way, when people come to visit us in Brazil (hint, hint!), we'll have room for more than just our little family. That narrowed our search quite a bit, and by the time we bought it, the decision was pretty easy. Once we get to the end of our tour in Brazil, we're thinking we'll probably sell it there (we hear you can sell it there for about what you payed for it in the US), then get a new one again when we get to DC next time.
So that's the story of how Buttercup came to join our family's adventure.

Tuesday, June 04, 2013

Closing Day!

Today we signed and notarized a bunch of documents, mailed them off, and so we're pretty much owners of our first property! I'm really excited about that, but I'm just more excited about being done.
We started our application process April 9th, which makes this just under two months from start to finish. I don't know how long it usually takes, but this was too long. Because of problems with our bank failing to take initiative and actually DO something with our account, we had to push back our  financing and closing deadlines a total of five times. To make a long and rather boring story short, I'll just say that when we applied for the mortgage, we were under the impression that they would then start working on our file and start the appropriate paperwork. After several weeks of radio silence (no answered calls or emails), our first financing acceptance deadline was approaching and we found they hadn't even started the initial paperwork on what turned out to be the section that took the absolute longest to finish. Ugh!
Moral of the story: I strongly recommend AGAINST using Chase Bank, especially in the Utah Valley area.
But despite our banker's ineptitude, and thanks mostly to our real estate agent's tireless efforts, we finally closed on our property today! We're now officially landlords! (Yay?)
We decided to buy a rental property close to BYU. Kevin and I both went to school there, we know the neighborhoods and areas pretty well, and we feel like it's a reasonably stable market. We found a condo that, among its other endearing features, has a small fenced-in grass area-- a yard! If I were going to school over again, I would definitely want to live there. Plus, it's close to campus, has good lighting, and I'm sure anyone advertising their "contract for sell" would say they had cute roommates and a super fun ward!
The next step will be to iron out the details of renters, contracts, management, and all that joyous stuff. But we're just happy to be done dealing with our bank!

Thursday, May 30, 2013

Victory!

So Naomi is potty trained! (You can obviously decide right now if you'll be reading the rest of this post.) She will be two next week, and I am so happy about not changing any more diapers.
With Penny, potty-training was a 6-month-long, tortuous ordeal. They say not to start until they're showing several signs. Um... besides throwing a violent fit every time I changed her diaper? Not really. They say not to start right before traumatic events, such as moving (does the other side of the world count?) or getting a new sibling (oops). So we were really asking for it.
But hey, it was our first child; we had NO IDEA what we were doing. And our 6-month ordeal truly demonstrated that.
For Penny, the "aha" moment when it finally clicked happened after our "aha" moment as parents: It turns out our toddler had much better bladder control when we didn't flood her system with a huge cup of juice first thing in the morning. Once we changed it to just water (which she'd only drink until she wasn't thirsty anymore), she could finally control herself, and then it was smooth sailing from there!
It was much the opposite for Naomi. She was ready. She'd been watching her sister do this "potty" thing for years. She started telling us, "my pigu hurts" (my children's code for "I gotta go!"), every time she used her diaper for over a month now. We settled into our new apartment, made sure no new siblings were on the way, and then we got down to business (bwa ha ha).
But nothing happened. Instead of floods and accidents happening all over our house, there was actually a drought. How does one potty-train a child who doesn't potty? This whole farce of taking her to the potty every 15 minutes until she does her thing-- worthless. We tried it for about 15 minutes and then I just put the potty chair in front of the TV. If she's going to be sitting somewhere for extended periods of time, it might be there.
And I started buying juice, trying to flood the system just a little.
Eventually it worked. She started calling me over to "tsa tsa pigu" (wipe her bum) more and more often, and sometimes there was something to wipe. (Confession: At the beginning of the drought, I ran and got actual paper every time and went through the motions. When this went on for more than 30 minutes, I got impatient and just patted her little cheeks with my hand and said, "There you go!" And she was none the wiser.)
Naomi has been getting pretty consistent these days, so on Tuesday I decided to take her out with me to run some errands. I hadn't even buckled her into the car seat yet before she'd already had an accident. Then when we got to the store, about 15 minutes into our shopping tour of Super Target, when I was in the back corner of the store, she decides to tell me her pigu hurts. When I huffed and puffed into the ladies room by the front door, she demonstrated it was a false alarm. And that is why she wore a diaper again.
But then on Wednesday we went to the library successfully. On Thursday, we took an all-morning trip to the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum-- also successfully, luckily.
She doesn't like to sit on strange big public-restroom toilets, so I just hold her over it like Chinese parents do. (But unlike in China, I hear it's taboo to just hold your kids in the corner of the store or on the street. Even holding kids over bushes is frowned on. Ugh! Come on, America! How are we supposed to potty train our kids? By running all the way from the back of the store to the front, hoping there's no line at the ladies' room?) (Yes.) (I kind of liked potty training Penny in China.)
Today wasn't perfect. I was shopping for clothes, and Naomi was playing peek-a-boo in the clothing racks. One time, instead of saying "peek-a-boo," she told me, "My pigu hurts," but instead of saying it as a warning, I could tell by her wide eyes and pouty lip that it was more like a confession. I cleaned it up (because I was prepared... enough), put her in new panties, and moved along as if nothing had happened. See? I did learn a lot living in China!
So now we're done with diapers! I know there will be a few more hiccups in the next few days and weeks, but on the whole, we are claiming victory! There are a lot of exclamation points in this paragraph because I am just happy and relieved (ha ha) that the battle was short and the victory early!

Monday, May 27, 2013

My girls say the darndest things!

Naomi is learning how to talk. She learns a lot from her sister's accessible vocabulary. She also just has a lot to tell us. So yesterday I wrote down just about everything I heard her say, starting first thing in the morning:

Mom, eek up. Eek up, Mom! (My wake-up call. Good thing she's cute!)

Penny hurt myself. (Penny hurt me.)

Breakfast:
Wuh guh giss. Wuh guh giss, Mom! (Look at this!)
My drop it cereal. (I dropped my cereal.)
Dup! (Jump!)
More wadder, Mommy. Wadder. My need wadder. (Naomi was thirsty.)
Mommy, broom! (Mom, I'm holding a paintbrush!)
What's that, seed? Wo's sat? (holds up apple seed)
I got you lights (I turned on the lights.)
Jumping chair jumping chair (jumps off chair)
I found a seed! I put in it water. I goddit! (We were playing with apple seeds this morning, obviously!)

That one's pink. (That one's red, blue, or green.)
Me: What color is it?
Naomi (every time: Pink!

Kippera gog (Kipper the dog. Penny loves this show. Naomi likes everything Penny does.)
It's hamme shubbel! (It has (me) shovel. : i.e., the dog on TV has a shovel.)


Wuh guh giss! (Look at this)
Bwee bops (or bee bops) (Flip flops)
Ow! My himme self! (I hurt myself!)
Ow! Jiejie himme self! (Ow! Jiejie (Penny) hurt me.)

Mom, I'm cookie. I'm cooking. (self correction)
Me: "What are you making?"
Naomi: "Crn." These girls love corn!


Where's my sipping soup? (Swimming suit)
My need heeop. (I need help.)
I'm too hodda me. (It's too hard for me.)

Butter jam finger me. (I'd like a scoop of peanut butter on my finger, please.) (And I have NO IDEA where they get the idea it's okay to eat peanut butter by the glob! Ahem....)

(Singing) Lou lou darlin', tippa lou lou darlin'.

I need Daddy snuggle you! (Usually heard lamenting in her room after being put to bed.)


Penny has a wonderful command of the English language. Her vocabulary continues to amaze me. But words are just part of the story. I have no idea what she's talking about sometimes, even though the words themselves are beautiful and precise. Case in point:


Penny: "Look at all the cars on the bridge! We can't call the ocean died."
Um... The cars part made sense. She lost me on the dead ocean.

Penny: Mommy, look what I'm drawing with my finger (draws in the air). 'A' ..... I have to do this part.
Thank you, Superwhy.

Penny (singing): It's actually colorful. Co-lor-fuuuull.

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Mother's Day

We have church at 8:00 these days, so there was no lying in bed being served breakfast on a platter for me. Which is really too bad! Kevin bought a chocolate cake last night, saying it was going to be for breakfast, and I was sort of looking forward to it!
But as I was getting ready for church, Kevin brought each of the girls in to me to tell me, "Happy Mother's Day." I loved hearing it in those sweet little voices, even as they were prompted word for word. Still sweet!
Yesterday, Kevin and the girls got me some dirt and flowers for my window boxes. Now with those all planted and birds actually visiting our bird feeder-- after only two days-- we've practically transformed our balcony into a backyard. After living in China for 2 years with no balcony, no parks, and not even any trees to speak of, this feels incredibly lush. I'm not sure I would have appreciated the "green space" on my balcony as much if I hadn't lived in China.
Our fantastic garden plot
At church, the Primary children went and sang one little song. Penny originally said she didn't want to go sing, but when the children all went to the front, Penny went along with them. We lost her in the crowd for a few moments, but as they were getting situated, we saw her smiling little face appear between a couple of the bigger kids, and she sang right along with them all.
I was super excited for Penny to go sing with the Primary kids, and I told Kevin that it was the reason I had kids in the first place. Pretty much true! It was super cute.
My Mother's Day gift (which I found online but Kevin pressed the "click to buy" button-- so he technically bought for me) was a fancy set of razor-sharp Komatsu knives, as suggested by Our Best Bites. There are thousands of websites that offer recipes and kitchen suggestions. But only a small slice of them are good, and still fewer are consistently good. This is one of the best! All their recipes I've tried are either great or amazing. I've made their recipes for company without even doing a test run beforehand, and they've been delicious! So when they recommended these knives, I felt like I could trust them with confidence. So far, so good!
And happy Mother's Day. I know that not everyone loves Mother's Day, and some people even dread and avoid it. I like it now that it's all about getting presents and doing fun things for myself, but more than that, I like it because I'm a big fan of motherhood. I think most of the world's problems could be lessened or avoided completely by mothers putting more time, effort, and love into raising and educating their children. And while it's not up to me to judge whether someone's efforts are adequate or not, I try to support mothers and motherhood in general. So happy Mother's Day!

Saturday, May 11, 2013

The pow-wow

Going back in time for a minute...
Before we got to DC, we spent some time with our families. Kevin's brother graduated from law school, and so his whole family got to be in town at the same time! It also coincided with one of the cousins' birthdays, so we got to have a great family party together.
I forget how everything came together, but after an impromptu hula by Kevin's mom and a Hawaiian friend (while Uncle John played "Tiny Bubbles" on the ukulele and I stood by with a bubble machine), Mosiah and Bahii got out their hoops to do some Native American hoop dancing. They are half-Navajo, and they're taking a hoop dancing class. Mosiah was a bit shy with everyone watching, but Bahii loved the crowd. They both taught Penny to dance, and she was pretty proud of her butterfly and eagle hoop formations.
Here are some videos of our impromptu pow-wow:







And if you're like me and never watch videos online of people's kids, here are some pictures from the event:
Naomi had a blast with her hoop (singular).

Penny was very serious about learning to dance just like her cousins. Here she has mastered one of the butterfly formations.

Sunday, May 05, 2013

That one quiet girl

We move around a lot. It's a challenge, but it also gives me a fresh start at each new place. When we move to a new place and I know no one, I get to be whoever I want to be. This time around, I think I'll try to make myself a bit more interesting. 
Most of the time, people tend to think I'm pretty shy for the first several months we live somewhere. It's kind of true, but I don't really like the shy Chelsea. She's quiet and, let's face it, kind of boring. Shy Chelsea doesn't get out much, and when she does, no one knows what to talk to her about. She makes jokes, but no one thinks they're funny, because quiet people don't want to be laughed at, right?
My favorite joke these days is about the World Cup. It's going to be in Brazil in 2014, and we'll be there for it. "I hear it's kind of a big deal down there," I say. And I think I'm hilarious. People who know me more than 6 months think I'm hilarious. People I just meet think I'm kind of stupid. And that's a problem.
So I'm trying to prove people wrong. I'm not stupid. I'm not even quiet. I love talking, and I love having friends. I just need to show this to people. We'll see how it works this time around.
We had a get-to-know-you class during Sunday School today for the new people in our ward. The couple to our right had just been married for 3 weeks. The couple beside them for 3 months. "So, do you have any kids?" Did I really just ask that? Quiet people don't make risky jokes. But I just did! After a few awkward moments, people laughed. And voila! the 10 people in that class know I'm not "that quiet girl." 
We invited the missionaries over to dinner tonight. I could have signed up for next week, giving us time to settle in first. But when you're trying to jump in with both feet, you can't wait a few months before life begins. So we invited them for today! They came. We got to know them. Our girls had a tea party with them (sister missionaries, FYI), and it was marvelous. 
I feel like I live here. I feel like this is my home. Pretty soon I'll even know some people, know their names, and have conversations a bit deeper than, "So, where are you from?" And I hope that by putting a little more of myself out there, on the line, that Shy Chelsea will be a thing of the past.

Friday, May 03, 2013

Dance class

Sometime during our stay in New Mexico, Penny became obsessed with ballet class, or "baolay class" as she says. It could have been that I was always heading off to Zumba class or some other dance class while we were there. It could have been that my mom mentioned in passing that I used to take ballet class when I was little. Whatever it was, we now have an aspiring ballerina on our hands.
So when we got to Virginia, I briefly looked into ballet classes. But since we don't have a car, our options are obviously very limited. I'm trying to jump right into life here instead of waiting to "feel settled" (whatever that means), so I decided to start a dance class here in our apartment building.
I got the word out to various kids in our building, but despite my mediocre efforts, I had a class of two this morning.
All dressed and ready to dance!
We didn't bring any physical CDs, and I don't have music working right on my laptop. I brought my iPhone but couldn't get it to work playing through my laptop, which I'd hooked up to the TV so I could use its speakers. But my laptop has three songs on it, which were apparently the demo sample songs that come with the computer when I bought it. So, crisis averted. One song has a great funky beat that the girls LOVED dancing to, and I'll have to definitely use it in future classes, even when I fix my music situation. Then there was a slow jazz song, which sounded just like ballet class music I've danced to in the past. And then there was a slow orchestral song. The girls vetoed my efforts at having them do some slow dancing after all the fast dancing, so we just kept the fast song on repeat and danced our funky dances for about 20 music. After that, we danced like animals and then stretched when the animals were tired and needed to go to sleep.
So it was pretty much the best dance class ever. My students were, hands down, the cutest girls in the world. They were happy, I was happy, we all danced a lot, and I'm chalking it up as a successful dance class.
If anyone in the Arlington is reading this and has a preschooler home during the day, please email me if you think they'd be interested in joining us! I haven't decided on a day yet, so let me know which day(s) would work best. My girls are almost 2 and almost 4. If your child is old enough to keep up with our skipping and dancing, and young enough to not be "too cool," they are welcome to join us! Give me an email at chickenflag at hotmail dot com.
Tadah!!

Saturday, April 27, 2013

The weirdness of America

After you spend two years somewhere, the next place you go will seem a bit foreign. And even though I love and understand America, it's still a little weird. For example:
- The guy doing dozens-- if not hundreds-- of push-ups on the street corner
Yep, he just dropped on the sidewalk there in (only) his running shorts and proceeded to do push-ups right there at the intersection of two fairly busy streets. People, that's weird! I'm sure he was on his lunch break and was just finishing his work-out. We were a few blocks from the Pentagon, so I'm sure he works somehow for the military. I'm sure that's why he has an unnatural love of push-ups. But just because I can explain it, that doesn't make it any less weird.
- The padded push-up bras in the children's section of all the clothes stores
What's this all about, America? Have we decided that these small people we see running around parks and elementary schools aren't in fact children, but are just poor, cleavage-impaired small adults? Have we decided that instead of being cute and innocent, we need our children to be sexy? I'm sorry, but that's not just weird, it's stupid. Little girls don't need to be sexy, and they don't need push-up bras.
- The disconnect from reality
We don't have a car yet, so we do a lot of walking. And about 95% of everyone else out walking has plugged themselves in to some device or another. People stand by themselves on the street corner chatting away with someone who-knows-where, also plugged into their phone. Runners chug along, completely ignoring the world around them, listening to their workout playlist. None of these things are bad, but there is also value in unplugging. Say hi to the people you pass in the street. Listen to the birds singing their spring songs. Enjoy the world we live in.
- Hipsters
Okay, I don't even know what these are, but apparently they really like mustaches. Word to the wise: mustaches look terrible. Always. You'll look back at pictures of yourself and say, "Why? Why did I waste my face's last few years of wrinkle-free youth, covering it with that hideous mustache? What was I thinking? Was that why I repelled women?" Yes. Yes, it was.
So America, you've gotten weird. I still love you, though.

Monday, April 22, 2013

My own place and space

We have had a blast the last 5 weeks, visiting family and friends in New Mexico and Utah. I've gotten to see all of my and Kevin's families, plus a good share of my extended family. I got to visit with some of my wonderful friends, and I can't thank my parents, my brother, and my sister enough for letting us crash with them for days and weeks at a time!
But as it always goes, I've been chomping at the bit for a while to get going with my life.
And today it happened!
We got to our apartment yesterday. We unpacked our suitcases, Kevin put his bike back together, and we finished the day with no food in the house except two pieces of pizza, some clementine oranges, the packets of instant coffee provided by the apartment, and some bottled water.
First item of business this morning: renew Costco membership. Check!
My biggest worry about moving into our new place was how we would get our Costco stuff home. We live within walking distance, which makes it really easy to get TO Costco. But how do you get home again without a car? Most of the grocery stores around here have locking carts that won't let you go past a certain spot in the parking lot, which I discovered the hard way a few times. So what am I supposed to do here? I guess I could do the China thing and just get a stroller-full of groceries every time, making the girls walk beside it the whole way home.
But when we pulled up to our apartment, the first thing I saw was a virtual parking lot of Costco carts outside the door. We went on a walk last night, and I found several carts all around the neighborhood. Apparently Costco missed the memo on those self-locking cart wheels. Bully for me!
I got a cart full of food and supplies-- the first of many, I'm sure-- and brought it home. It feels like home now that I can go stand in front of the fridge and graze in my kitchen cupboards.
My first phone call here in our new apartment was a telemarketer. Ugh. She was selling newspaper subscriptions.... which I ended up buying! I've never bought anything from a telemarketer, partially because I never want what they're selling, but equally because I think it's a stupid sales technique. But thanks to me, today, they're not stopping any time soon. Sorry, everyone.
So, house full of groceries, doorstep full of papers, my next stop was the library. I REALLY missed the library while we were in China. I love reading, but I don't want to buy every book I want to read. First of all, I have terrible taste in books, and I don't want to own every crappy piece of teen chick-lit that I read. That would be one embarrassing bookshelf! And buying books is expensive. I don't love every book I've read, and it would be such a waste of money to buy everything, try it, find I hate it, and then be stuck with it. So I love going to the library! It's the only place I let myself go hog-wild and impulse shop till I drop. Then if I hate it or don't even read it, there's no problem, and I just return them the next week!
I found some children's books about Brazil. I thought I'd read them to the girls, but honestly, I'll probably just read them myself. I'm learning more from the kids' books than I've learned so far. And let's face it, they're made for people with my attention span!
I'm loving my new apartment and my new little space in the world. Our neighborhood is awesome, and I'm excited to settle in and feel at-home here. Our UAB shipment comes on Wednesday, so I'm thinking we'll settle in pretty quickly!
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Stuff I wouldn't mind getting for Christmas

  • Twin-sized sheet sets for Penny and Naomi (matching? flowered or something pretty, not characters)
  • Scrapbook pages
  • Fun refrigerator magnets
  • Fisher Price Little People Pirate Ship (for Penny.... though I would play with it too.)
  • Cute Stationary-- I currently write letters on notebook paper ripped from the notebook
  • Boy toys for William, age 9 months-18 months or so