If this is going to become a routine, I'm going to need more banana jokes!
Saturday, January 30, 2016
M's class had an in-school field trip on Friday.
A local Mexican restaurant owner brought her taco truck to school to teach the kids about Mexican food and culture. The first graders got to mix and press their own tortillas, fry them into chips, and make salsa!
This special day was made doubly-special by the fact that, luckily, it was a restaurant we visit often, and M knew he would be able eat everything they made.
That was a first, making it M's favorite special day to date. (aka número uno in his libro.)
Tuesday, January 26, 2016
We're enjoying our annual 2 or 3 days of winter here in Bangkok.
We've slept with the windows open the last few nights, and have been doing our best to make it feel like a special season - sweatshirts, hot chocolate, lots of layers, and cozy socks. The works.
"Enjoying" it might be an overstatement, though. At least for some of us.
This morning, as we walked out to meet the taxi, I reminded the boys that if their hands were too cold they could put them in their hoodie pockets. (Laugh if you must but these kids aren't used to being cold and still don't even know how to sleep under blankets!)
L immediately plunged his hands deep in to his pocket, winced against the wind, and asked," But what about our faces!!?" No kidding!
If this week has been a preview of life in Carmel, I think it's safe to say we've all got some adjusting to do!
Friday, January 22, 2016
Good thing I didn't make a New Year's resolution to blog more!
Since our decision in October to take a sabbatical from my work next year and move to the states for a year of rest, I've been pretty preoccupied with making preparations.
I feel like almost every day I add a new subcategory to my ever-expanding To Do list: home improvements, boys' school business, purging/selling/giving away, last-calls for local medical care including vision/dental/physicals for everyone, financial decisions, route and schedule planning, work-related paperwork...
It feels good to be doing something, even if each new thing I do seems to set off another list of things, domino style. It scratches the itch I have- to be busy, to be in control, and to accomplish things. But it also stresses me out.
In my anticipation for our "dream year" next year, I lost sight of the dream year I am already in. This is my only tenth year of marriage. My only year with a five and seven-year-old. My only January, 2016. And I'm spending it grouching at everyone about how much there is to do!
I'm so lucky to have the job I do, in the city I do, with the family I do. It's pretty ridiculous stressing myself to death planning the perfect year of rest.
I still have a list of things to take care of. But now, thanks to a long chat with Whim and a longer chat with God, I can approach them joyfully. Instead of seeing them as hurdles between me and my perfect plan, I can see them as a part of my already-pretty-perfect life.
Wednesday, January 13, 2016
Last night, M sighed that "nobody else likes what I like and nobody is ever going to vote for my field day theme idea".
Hmm... He's probably right. Sad. We talked through the procedure his teacher will use and I pointed out that if he wants his idea to be chosen, he has to make a suggestion his classmates would be exited about. "She'll take everyone's suggestions. Then everyone will vote on the one they like best. Whichever one gets the most votes wins. So it's fair."
"How is it fair, when nobody else in my class even likes Egyptian gods?" Touché.