Monday, November 29, 2010
We are excited to settle in (and live out of dresser drawers instead of suitcases for the first time since August!), but it will be sad to leave the community of people here at the guesthouse. We have met such interesting folks here, many of whom are volunteering at various homes or shelters around the city and they come back with interesting tales and perspectives to share in the evenings. We intend to keep in touch with those who are here for longer visits.
I don't have any new exciting photos to post today but I did not want to leave you with nothing, so here is a shot of the kids and I outside of P-roc's place in Brooklyn the last time we moved, just about 10 days ago. We were about to get in the cab to JFK and saying goodbye to everyone who came to see us off at brunch (including Judy B. whom I hadn't seen for maybe 13 years!). It was a lot colder there:
We'll be back once we get internet hooked up in our new place, hopefully by tomorrow!
Here's hoping it doesn't last too long.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
This is how BR looked after two short hours of apartment-hunting.
(btw, the rest of us looked fine. He just has dirt-attracting super powers, I guess.)
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
...flowers in bloom,
...plenty of exotic trees to sit under,
...a calm place to retreat from the hustle and bustle,
...and last but not least, a [new Thanksgiving tradition?] bucket baths/sibling water fights!
Happy Thanksgiving, everybody!
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
We left JFK around 4pm on Sunday and after 30 hours of travel (including 17 of flight time), we finally arrived at the guest house and went to sleep to the sound of the call to prayer Tuesday morning (Indian time--which is 12.5 hours ahead of the US, fyi). The travel was completely uneventful and I have absolutely no "good stories" out of it at all. I hate to say it, but it was almost easy. The first flight to Germany was easier than some flights I have taken by myself! The kids were perfect angels, we all stayed healthy, we took a few naps and watched a few cartoons and drank juice and it was all as thrilling as they had hoped it would be.
The only real fun thing was that after going through passport control and collecting all of our bags (yup, all of them), we exited the airport and found ourselves among a crowd of thousands. It was probably around 3am at that point, but everyone there was dressed in their Sunday best (as it were) to greet relatives returning from the Hajj. It was impressive. A guard with a machine gun cleared a path for us and with the kids piled up on top of our baggage carts, we made our way through somehow. (Oh man, I wish I had photos of that scene. You will all just have to try to picture it in your minds...)
We drove through the empty night streets and arrived at the guesthouse which is, incidentally, next door to the Missionaries of Charity "Mother House" (Mother Teresa, I mean). We had not realized we would be quite that close!
Stacy and Page, you will like this: as soon as we got out of the van, the kids were looking out at the lawn and said, "Hey mom, look! It's a possum. Or a mouse? Or...what is that?" Ack! But hey, at least it was outside, right?
Saturday, November 20, 2010
We're feeling ready. Well, ready to go so we can stop talking about going. BR has been especially impatient these last few weeks. Anytime we put our shoes on to go outside he whines, "NOW are we going to India?"
The girls, for their part, are most excited about the prospect of unlimited juice on the flight. Hey, they're easy to please.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
The Sun Has a Tail
The sun has a tail
that reaches under the earth
and tickles seeds.
That's what grandmother
once told me.
She says things grow
Monday, November 15, 2010
Saturday, November 13, 2010
No, instead we bring you inspiring images such as these of our 10x10 living/dining/homeschooling/third bedroom area.
Well, it was 10x10 but then we had to move that table and all those chairs and the futon in, silly us. Now, there is a very narrow 6 inch-wide space you can (maybe) squeeze through to get to the kitchen, but only if the futon is folded up and pushed all the way up to the wall.
In that first image, you might also notice the discarded IKEA furniture cart on the floor. Someone had been using it to haul around cleaning supplies before breakfast (of course). And that toddler carrying his own (full) cereal bowl toward the laptop...what could go wrong there?
In case you don't believe me about the 6 inches thing, here's another angle as proof:
It is a "no poisonous salamanders allowed" sign, of course.
(Oh wait. Does that mean we do coordinate after all...? )
Thursday, November 11, 2010
A. enjoyed climbing all over Billy
over and over
and over again.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
There was a witch who knitted things:
Elephants and playground swings.
She knitted rain,
She knitted night,
But nothing really came out right.
The elephant had just one tusk
And night looked more
Like dawn or dusk.
The rain was snow
And when she tried
To knit an egg
It came out fried.
She knitted birds with button holes
And twenty rubber butter rolls.
She knitted blue angora trees.
She purl stitched countless purple fleas.
She knitted a palace in need of a darn.
She knitted a battle and ran out of yarn.
She drew out a strand
Of her gleaming, green hair
And knitted a lawn
Till she just wasn't there.
The girls are learning to swim! This first shot is of A. swimming across the pool, with a little help from her dad.
Here is L. in the red cap doing her "dolphin leap" then swimming to her daddy (yellow cap, tee hee)
In other news, L. learned how to ride a bike over the summer. Age 6 has been big for her!
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Me: "Once upon a time there was a little boy. He grew up and became a..."
Me. "Right, a daddy. And so he did a lot of fun stuff and took his kids to Coney Island and--"
Him: "He did a lot of work." (Clearly, he wanted to take this story in a different direction than I was headed, but I decided to roll with it.)
Me: "Oh, yeah, work. Ok, he worked at..."
Him: "He did work and more work and more work at his doctor's office."
Him: "And he took people's blood."
Me: "Ha! What else did he do?"
Him: "And he threw stuff in the trash."
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Who teach them to pause,
Who comfort and calm them,
And clean their sharp claws?
Who tell them short stories
Of uncommon commas
And send them to bed
In their comma pajamas?