28 December 2010

Christmas Morning & 2 Guys Birthdays


Christmas Morning - The Scene
Just a few more photos to fill in the blanks of our 3 day Christmas Holiday and Daddy/Bub Birthday Extravaganza!  Sorry again about the sideways orientation...for the life of me...can't understand why it will turn every which way on my photo editing program, will save in the upright shot I desire...but Blogger still loads the incorrect orientation!  


The Bruiser diggin' the Christmas vibe

The Singer adding an "axe" to his musical identity
 
Santa brought Bug this oil painting she'd seen many months back...she talked about it non-stop...she loved this painting so much!  To hear her squeal and shriek when she opened this gargantuan gift!  Daddy hung it on her wall after the last present was opened...yes, it is a enormous as it looks!  ;)
 
This cape was also highly prized some months before for Brownie...Little Red Riding Hood rides again!


The two birthday boys hang out during the gift opening on Christmas morn


Hours and hours of endless wheels of fun...the New Guys really liked Christmas!


"Wow Momma, do I look pretty in this?"  Most certainly, Potato!

Modeling the "fur" theme of Christmas...
 
Bub with his birthday cake...5 years old on the 26th...he was certain he wanted chocolate cake with strawberries (and trucks) on top!

Simply impossible on Daddy 's Birthday to get everyone looking at the camera...can you imagine how LOUD this scene is in person?


Will share more soon, back to words, no pictures...must tell you about some little souls we've heard about here in the city who are in need of families!  More on that soon!  Looking for loving hearts and homes...

27 December 2010

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!  Though for you it is now the day after Christmas...and for us two days after!  I have some photos to post over the next two days as this season is full of photo ops.  We celebrated a quiet (well as quiet as it can get with 7 kids in an apartment) Christmas, focused on family and remembering Immanuel.  The day after Christmas was Bub's 5th birthday...and today is Daddy's 50-ish birthday.  We've got zillions of photos to post here.  I beg your indulgence as you wade through them...and please remember...we do it for the grandmas!  ;)
Above & Below:  We spent an entire day making sugar cookies.  My bakery assistants had a blast, though I'm certain we had some "product shrinkage" due to the amount of raw product strewn about.

Above:  Magpie shows some funky attitude...and Brownie reveals again that she's got a real penchant for crazy faces...we may start calling her Carol Burnett Jr.!

Below:  Potato sports some white-flour gloves.
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Below:  The Bug, a very serious baker, focuses on more dough.


 
Below:  Brownie shows another wacky face.  Generally, she is a quiet kid.  She very seldom will make eye-contact with strangers...and can play peacefully for long periods of time without being managed...but she has a zany side that comes out once and awhile...and she's the life of the party...recently I cannot get her to take a serious picture...in a series of 20, in every one she was crossing her eyes or contorting her face...she cracks us all up!


Below:  On Tuesday, the 21st, the school put on a Christmas Show.  We had not seen most of the performance pieces...when I walked into the auditorium...The Bruiser greeted me with this smile (and hairdo, courtesy of the Kindergarten Teacher stylist)...his personality continues to bloom, as I'm sure you can plainly see!



Above:  Once again, Blogger is conspiring against me as I can't right this photo so you can view it properly...but the photo above...so many potential captions.  Daddy thought he resembles a young Thurston Howell III, from Gilligan's Island.

Below:  "Look at me, I'm impervious to their negative vibes!"


 Below:  Bub, putting on the Ritz!


 Below:  The Bruiser struck a pose at every opportunity...we've watched this guy go from being "zoned out" 80% of the time...to this.  Daddy said he thought the Bruiser was like a baby in a box, trapped, unable to develop beyond basic functions without stimuli.  In June, we got him out of the box and introduced him to the concept of family...and look out...he's a man on fire!


Below:  The scene.  Our little school is growing!


Below:  The Singer charmed us and delighted us with his performance...he is the constant observer...we watched him take in the whole event, then once he'd studied the appropriate reactions (clapping, laughing, enthusiasm) he joined right in...he told me afterward, "Momma, that was fun!"



Above:  Again, no luck with getting this photo to load correctly....he's evoking a "Hollywood: Days Gone By" mood for me here...


Above:  Potato flashes us a confident look before taking the stage...


 Above:  The Bug and her BFF Miss Wu from 4 sang "Enough" recorded by BarlowGirl...they won the prize for best performance...and showed some mighty-fine microphone technique, while executing some fine dance moves, and excellent vocals too!  (Side note...the backdrop was designed and assembled by Daddy...the man has not yet found a piece of construction paper that he cannot compel to do his bidding!)


Above:  The Bruiser (center) and The Singer (center left, with arm raised) do their duty bringing smiles to the fans!  Check out the girls dresses!


Above & Below:  Magpie danced a Rumba for her contribution to the show...


Below:  Then Bug joined her to dance a Cha-Cha


Below:  This photo shows all four girls dancing the Cha-Cha with their partners, Brownie is second from left, and Potato is at right, in red.  They came Here to learn Latin dance...and they love it...it is the rage 



Above:  Magpie & The Bug with the Wu Girls from 4, in their classes' Chinese-language rendering of the "Goatherd" song from Sound of Music...yodel-he-yode-ley-he-yode-ley he-hoo


Above:  Bub, center, danced with his partner to show his showbiz side...that flashed and burned out like a Roman Candle...he left the stage in tears...(no nap = no reserves to emotionally put on the show!)


Above:  A Santa we know and love was recruited to hand out gifts to the children after the performance...

Below:  Magpie, after the performance...


 Below:  Brownie hugs Santa Claus (with the too small hat...and suspect beard)


 Below:  Our Principal just HAD to have her photo taken with Santa(s)...Upon viewing this photo, Daddy said, "Hey, wait a minute!  His beard looks white and new...and mine looks like a public health hazard!"


Below:  The Bug after the show, models the copious amounts of glitter used Here for every performance!

We have some more Christmas morning photos to post.  In general, we've enjoyed thoroughly the sweetness of family and first Christmases for our Two New Guys.  Though this year, the song "I'll Be Home for Christmas" nearly flattened me as it played while I prepared the turkey...but just in the nick of time...all my little chef helpers descended upon our little kitchen, singing, laughing and eager to help me...and I remembered...that I am home.

17 December 2010

Stoking the fire

We had a foreign friend over for dinner this week.

He and his wife have been living in our city for nearly 10 years now.  They run a coffeehouse.  Since we first met them 3 years ago, we've had a great affinity for them.  Not just because of our shared values, but when we come away from seeing them, we have experienced the warmth one feels when you draw near to a fire and you get warm too. 

I once heard used the illustration addressing that in our spiritual lives, isolation is disastrous.  That just like a fire burning brightly, when you separate out individual pieces of glowing embers that they cool and die.  It is the same with our spiritual lives.  It has been popular for many years to say that "I have my belief, but I don't need to go meet with others each week to keep it." 

I suppose there were times in my life that I've thought the same.  However, now that we live on the other side of the world from our home culture...where the opportunities to meet together are very limited...I see how important the fellowship of brothers and sisters truly is!  We yearn for the luxury of finding a group of like-minded folks on every corner in our hometown to meet with...to share our struggles...to rejoice with...to be reminded to look up and not at everything around us in which we are mired.

Thankfully, we have bright spots of visitors that bring fresh, red-hot embers along with them!  When they arrive, we gather around them and we find ourselves stirred up, glowing red again.  We've been so thankful for a few such visits in the past month.  Each time it seems they bring to us a survival pack of fire...each with a different encouragement to "remember we invest in people, not systems," or "that perseverance produces great fruit in our lives," or to "remember the vision"...these summation phrases represent food for our hungry souls when living Here on an outpost.

During our visit this week with the foreign friends, we were so excited to hear that they too have had a heart to help children like Qian Qian.  In fact, as the wife is a nurse serving at the local hospital part-time, she has doctors willing to identify these families with newly born children with correctable special needs.  It would then be possible to catch them, before they believe they have no other choice but to surrender their baby, to let them know that help is available to get the surgery the child needs, so that the families can remain united.  Truly an orphan-prevention program, to my thinking.

As we shared the story of Qian Qian, our friend's eyes danced with joy as he could hardly wait to tell us about their unity in this burden...and their connections to help the project along!  Many pieces are yet to be revealed to the puzzle, but we all felt literally high in our spirits, catching glimpses of what may be work prepared in advance for us to do!

Before I close this and rattle the beds to wake the slumbering souls...

I was so surprised the other day by two mothers of my students.  Remember, I wrote before out sharing Qian Qian's story with my English class.  I knew that the children's hearts were touched deeply as they considered how they could help others...their tender responses thrill me each time I think on them.  Anyway, two mothers of my students, who heard the story through their children, but themselves who speak little to no English, approached me.  Each woman smiling and warm and they stuffed some money into my closed hands.  "C tell me about baby.  Please help for me." said one mother, then she thanked me over and over.  Then next one, who could muster no English told me in Chinese, "So warmhearted, so thankful, please help his mother."

I have been told a number of times by our friends here that the idea of charity is not a universal concept that enjoys broad support.  In fact, I have seen in my limited conversations with close friends, that at least in some cases this may be true.  I cannot express my joy in having these two local mothers, give to Qian Qian, after the report of their children, my students! Perhaps this seed planted in my student's minds will continue to bear fruit as they mature!

On one other note...

Some time back I wrote about Little Kevin.  (See Hospital posts, September 2010.)  I saw his father yesterday.  Kevin, who was hit by a truck out front of our housing complex and suffered a broken pelvis, has still not returned to school, it has now been 3 months.  I was horrified to hear that his treatment (at 3 years of age) continues at his home, where he is STILL confined to his bed.  He is expected to be kept in bed for the next month...total bedrest...where his body is tied into place.  Three months since he was a happy, super-athletic kid.  Today he has spent the last 3 months tied down in his bed.  I simply cannot imagine it.  When we saw him at the hospital 2 1/2 months ago, I was frightened by how despondent he appeared...what must he be like now?!  At that time they had been relieved that he stopped crying each day and had seemingly surrendered to his fate of remaining in bed.  The emotional toll that must be on Little Kevin, who was Bub's best friend at school...how will he ever recover!?  He is only 3 years old!  Once he completes 4 months of being tied to a bed?

Please, lift him up with us...he is in need of miraculous healing.

16 December 2010

Decorating the Tree...and English Competition Pictures


Just as your lives have been busy leading up to the holidays...so too has ours.  We've had volumes of school work, rehearsals, costumes for 7 different H family members to gather...and always dinner guests.  These are a few photos of our kids decorating the tree this year.  Merry Christmas!

Above:  Bub pauses for his holiday shot.


Above:  It is The Bruiser's first Christmas, of course.  We had these little tiny ornaments that were shiny gold and looked like wrapped presents.  The Bruiser, silently but diligently, harvested all those ornaments off the tree, then found a quiet location to begin to open them all.  Of course, each one revealed only a styrofoam center, but he was undeterred.  The thrill of opening present after tiny present.


Above:  Magpie attempts to top the tree...


Above:  Really puts me to mind of the tree at the White House...


Above:  The Singer, not to be undone by the "serial unwrapper" The Bruiser, thought the game of this big decorated tree was to constantly hang ornaments, then take them off and hang them again...over and over...with squeals of delight each time you did it.  He cracked us up.  Then when a few wrapped gifts appeared under the tree...he was delirious with joy!  What a riot.


Above:  Moving on to the city-wide English competition.  The Bug enjoyed reciting her Grandma J's favorite poet's piece Little Orphan Annie, by James Whitcomb Riley.


Above:  This was the best attempt we had of all the young looking at the camera (except The Bruiser's super-smile that occluded his vision)...in front of the decorated tree.  Just after this, The Bruiser knocked over the floor lamp we were using...shattering the glass shade all over the floor...the festive mood, irretrievably altered.


Above:  Two of the competitors at the English competition, and their Laoshi (teacher.)


Above:  Our team this year...we have qualified to go to Beijing again...maybe this year we will?

I've got more to write about life these days...but that will wait until tomorrow...

09 December 2010

Shifting Sands

Growing up in the West, I have come to rely on the calendar, and the emphasis placed on "planning" nearly to a fault.

For instance, in the West, we cherish our calendars, and clocks for that matter.  We get beautifully designed calendars (often giving them as gifts we prize them so highly), hang them in prominent places in our living/working spaces...and follow them closely.  This is not just to answer the occasional (if you're not a true calendar addict) "what day is it today?"  Many people, upon receiving the new calendar will carefully write down pertinent dates on it, birthdays and anniversaries...and as the year moves on, and one is connected to some societal system such as employment or school, other key dates are hastily marked out.  In the realm of employment, not many tarry to mark out the "Holidays" granted by the employer.  Most employers either issue you the list of recognized holidays (days with pay/without work), or give you the number of days for holiday each year.

When you are attached to a school, the school calendar for an entire semester is published months BEFORE school starts in August/September, and again for the Spring Semester...so that families can PLAN.  (Some schools in the West are ambitious enough to publish the entire calendar, for the school year, before school begins.)   The only thing that changes, typically, is if there are closures due to inclement weather.  Otherwise families would not know how to structure their lives around the calendar.

As we were homeschoolers for several years, we certainly enjoyed the exceptions to that in that we structured our calendar to fit our needs...but we still had a PLAN!

Time is another matter that in quite rigid in the West.  When I invite you to dinner at 6PM, when should you arrive?  Perhaps a few minutes before 6, right?  Or certainly no later than 15 minutes past 6.  How else can I prepare a dinner for you and maintain some quality control?! 

If I have a doctors appointment at 9AM...I am to arrive a few minutes EARLY...or risk losing my opportunity to see the doctor at all.

Probably one of the most significant cultural issues that we bump up against...that causes real stress and struggle...is this matter of calendars and time.

Here, a calendar does help you mark time.  Obviously, December 9th is December 9th (unless you are following the lunar calendar, which many of my colleagues and students also follow thus giving them TWO birthdays each year that we recognize...but this is another post entirely), but today is December 9th and tomorrow December 10th on the solar calendar, these matters don't change.

But PLANNING on your calendar...impossible.  The entire nation functions with an entirely fluid calendar.  Usually big events, particularly the Chinese Traditional Holidays, equivalent to the dates issued for Federal Holidays observed in the US, is issued sometime in the year and from that the businesses and schools form their calendars.   But as these dates were originally observed on the Lunar calendar, each year they are translated onto the solar calendar and so the "dates" change each year.  Chinese New Year's date swing on a pendulum that is very broad, 2-3 weeks difference from one year to the next for instance.  We do observe the "Tomb Sweeping Holiday" on the date issued by the government for instance, but many businesses and especially schools usually try to attach a few more days to the national holiday so that their employees/students can visit family that is often far away.   This results in the strange assortments of working days/days off like for our October holiday (see September posts where I detail that last holiday) working Sundays, then 6 days in a row, and other such gymnastics that turn my Western brain inside-out.

Then "published" calendars by schools ( as in our case) are given out before the semester begins...but are not fixed.  Three years in a row now, the calendar we've been given has changed, mid-semester, multiple times.  The only item that remains unchanged is that school starts on September 1, each year.  Otherwise, the dates marked on the calendar for holidays...not to be counted on.  The dates given for the end date of school, the dates of final exams, etc...totally changeable.  This is not in the case of inclement weather (as is often the case in the US)...but in general...these dates are subject to change, sometimes multiple times, in the school year.

Three years in a row now we've been "bitten" by the changeable calendar.

We see the dates for our major holiday Chinese Spring Festival, for instance, change each year.  The calendar may say we are out from January 25-February 16...when we start school in September.  But, as we get closer (and I mean really close...within 6-8 weeks of the date...the dates will change.)  The first year, the starting date was earlier, and so we sat around for 4 days with nothing to do for our break, before we left for the retreat center...where we could have been for those "waiting" days if I'd only known the true date that break began.  As I have to make travel arrangements LONG in advance (given the size of our family),  6-8 weeks for a big change, has three times gotten me in a bad spot.

This year, the date for the beginning of break, and the resumption of classes has changed THREE times!  We're again in a spot as I had booked our tickets a month ago (when I could get dirt cheap fares), but on Monday this week, we found out that we'll once again be waiting around for 5 days before our departure date as school will end 12 days earlier than the calendar states (with 5 days of teacher in-service)...and will begin 7 days EARLIER than was published on the calendar.  The result?  We will be at the retreat center, for the firsts 3 days of the second semester. 

The request was made..."Can you please come back earlier?"  Trying to appear nonchalant about the request I said I'd check, and such inquires revealed that it would cost more than the original tickets PLUS the accommodation at the retreat center to do such a thing!  It would mean no trip at all as we could never come near affording it!

So the headmaster has said she will make arrangements for it and we're clear to travel as planned.  But I fear that the overall appearance to our colleagues, who don't understand why we must book our travel so far in advance and why we are so gullible in "trusting" the dates on a published calendar, is that we're cavalier about our work and commitments.  It is so frustrating!

Time is another matter, too.  In the work world, time is very important.  Tardiness is another mortal sin. 

In one's private time, say when coming to another's home for dinner or meeting at a restaurant, it is perfectly acceptable to arrive 1 hour PAST the invitation time.  For this Western-bred girl...trying to keep dinner warm for one extra hour...is tough!

When living cross-culturally, fatigue sets in a times when nothing can be predicted. A simple shopping trip out can yield a variety of variables that completely sets you off your game.  Certainly these things can also happen in my home culture (although I have command of language and culture to negotiate unexpected challenges on a shopping trip.)  But somehow my previous confidence in the calendar...and the clock...gives a sense of "order" to life, for me at least.

It is like constantly living in shifting sands.  Nothing is fixed.  While I try to establish some order, carry out some sort of plan for something as simple as my daily life to something as major as our annual retreat center visit...changes are the norm...no plans can be settled upon.

This remains one of the hardest things about living Here for me.

Oh...yes, I've just recalled the most difficult aspect of living here...it is a seasonal thing...

The freezing cold toilet seats in the school, with open windows at one's back, to facilitate the frigid breeze from blowing over one's exposed skin...that is the WORST!

07 December 2010

November Photos

I finally got a few photos downloaded of Thanksgiving and my birthday...

Below:  Bub and a few ladies...notice the laser gun in his pants pocket....he was so totally loving Thanksgiving, just he and the ladies, hanging out...he asked me, on the sly, "Momma, do I look handsome?"



 Above:  Brownie had a great time getting to know this college-bound student.  She's applying to some top 10 US schools for study next year, I've edited a ton of her application documents...she came along and Brownie entertained her most of the night

Below:  out of 7 attempts, this is actually the best photo of the H fam on my 40th...it is impossible to get everyone looking/smiling/focused for a picture at the same time...but you get the idea...

Above:  Magpie enjoys Thanksgiving with her BFF, Miss Wu

Below:  Mr & Mrs Wu from 4 baked my favorite birthday cake...notice the winter coats and abundant layers INSIDE at our dining table


 Above:  Bug and Potato enjoyed doing puzzles with Xiao Mei, a former student of ours from two years ago (the young man), and a current classmate (the young lady)...it was the hit of the night

Above:  The Bruiser spilled gravy all over him at the dinner...so he needed a bath, mid-Thanksgiving, and as you can see...he was lovin' it!

Below:  Thanksgiving 2010 - Most of the people who celebrated Thanksgiving with us...Daddy and I are not pictured, as were a few children missing from the group shot...