cute cuzzins

Our cousins are killing us with their cuteness.  Here are my top three favorite photos from the last month: P-roc, Baby Cash and Margot.  I could look at these all day long. 

i TOLD you we were having too much fun

(UPDATED, because oops, I forgot to include my own photos. Half are mine and half are from the grands' camera)

we did our best to wear out the grandfolks while they were here with fashion shows, early mornings, outings, card games and board games and cab rides and more outings and late nights and etc...

(unlike his sisters, BR takes his boat rides very seriously)

...but those Grands are tough, and not easily frightened.

Do your worst, kidlets. It doesn't scare them one bit.

too busy for all ya'll

Grandma and Grandpa have been here visiting this week. It is too much fun to be sitting around blogging.
We'll check back in when we're back to same old, same old. But now, back to ice cream cones and amusement parks!

we don't only play with paper and scissors

besides outdoor fun, we also build forts, play games online, play cards, read books

and stuff ourselves into buckets, of course.

namaskaar

misc. stuff I don't think i've mentioned before

We can get up to the twentieth floor to the roof. The view from up there is quite different from ours so far below and we can watch the sun set, sort of. (It mostly just disappears into the haze.)

We live in a complex of highrises. This is a first for us. I never thought about how, in buildings with this many floors (20) and several apartments on each floor (3), there will never be a time when all units in each of the (8) buildings will be fully repaired and renovated. (translation: hammering and banging and sawing, all day long)

When we walk in or out of our building, the security guard stands at attention. Often he salutes us. I just love that.

Just outside our walls, the foundation for the next new highrise-city is being prepared. Digging and pumping and drilling all day long.

They're also building a new elevated metro line on the main road. Yes, there is a metro in Kolkata; it was the first in India if I'm not mistaken. Progress is quick on this new line and we've been impressed at how much has been accomplished since our arrival. It adds to traffic congestion a bit, and I don't think I need to mention, to noise levels.

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Yesterday marked three months since our arrival in India. We have just over a month left. Originally, we intended to stay longer, but the plans changed one too many times over the last eight months and I seem to have reached the limits of my flexibility. A total of four months sounded good to everyone involved and we're all happy with the new plan. Especially because it involves a quick trip over to Malaysia because what the heck, why not.

(I mean, there is a job we want to check out as a possible option for sometime down the road.)

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They label packaged food here with a symbolf of either a little green circle in a box or a red one: Veg. or Non Veg. Very useful.

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Oh, one final miscellaneous note: apparently A. just noticed that some people here speak English. After one recent conversational exchange, A. turned to us in surprise to say: "Hey, I understood what that man said!"

We had indoor and outdoor games, a pink cake, party hats, whistles-as-prizes (BIG mistake) and pin the tail on Tom & Jerry.

She felt special.

She loved it.

she's 5!

We had a party on Sunday to celebrate A.'s big day. It was, in her words, "Awesome." More photos to follow soon...

Happy Birthday, A.!

close call (not really)

The two balconies of our "flat" are strictly off-limits to the kids. We always keep the doors locked and closed and they have to get permission to stick so much as a toe outside. As a result, they are very afraid to go out there. (Good.)

Yesterday, after hanging the laundry, I neglected to lock up immediately and BR trotted onto the balcony. I saw him right away and called out to him to get back indoors and (for once) he rushed to obey.

"Whew," he said, "I almost died."

letter of the week

Mother House

This alley takes you to the entrance of the "Mother Teresa House," as Kolkatans call it. It is the main convent for the Missionaries of Charity and not one of their homes for the poor (although plenty show up at their door asking for help).

There are visitors coming through the Mother House all year long. It is closed only one day of the week, but even on that day it is open to the public for the 6am daily mass which means that the nuns and novices who live there are rarely alone. It also means that each day several sisters are appointed to "door-duty" and their task is to sit at the entrance and be available for help, whether the requests come from tourists or those in need.
In all ways, the Mother House is a very busy place and, unlike the romantic vision I had in my mind, it is not tucked away in some neighborhood with lanes too narrow for cars nor at the edge of a slum as I had imagined.

There is not that much to see inside. Some come for the early morning (or special Friday afternoon) Mass, but Mother Teresa's tomb is the main attraction for visitors (a few photos of that here and here). In addition, there is a small (though impressive) exhibition on the life of Blessed Teresa and the history of the MC. Visitors can also take a peek into Mother Teresa's bedroom that holds her bed, a desk and chair and just a few books and a photo or two.
As you can see from the photos, the House is on a main thoroughfare and that means that it is noisy. Much noisier than I would have ever guessed when I saw photos of the chapel before coming here. Sometimes it is impossible to hear the priest (although the regulars know to pause the Mass when a streetcar goes by!). It is right smack in the middle of things, in the center of the city. It makes sense, then, that the Sisters keep a strict schedule and close their doors for several hours in the middle of the day. They guard their time and in general seem to spend plenty of it in quiet or communal prayer.
Until coming here, I had never really thought how Mother Teresa's notoriety during her lifetime had an effect on all the Sisters who came later. Along with all of the other challenges of religious life and service, the sisters enjoy very little privacy at home and have to endure the scrutiny and stares of the visiting public--even as novices!

"Hey, Mommy? We haven't had a dancing day in a long time. Can tomorrow be a dancing day?"

lost her touch?

When there's a three year old in the house, it is important to keep valuables tucked away and out of sight. Just in case, you know, they get thrown out of a window or something... But the opposite principle is at work when it comes to fostering creativity. If there are no supplies on hand, no one will be inspired.

...or will they?

A conversation from earlier this week:
L.: "Mommy, I'm getting a little worried. In Denver, I used to be really creative, but here I hardly do any crafts at all!"
Me: "Well, honey, it's harder now. We didn't bring a lot of supplies with us this year so unless you find more ideas of things to do with just pencil and paper and scissors..."


So she did:

What do you say, folks? Creativity intact?

How about showing some love and leaving L. a comment with a note about which one is your favorite!

a mountain out of a...uh...cucumber.

countdown to the Party

A. will turn 5 in just under a week. We've started to talk party plans. She has requested a "Princess Bride" themed birthday party and thought maybe everyone should dress up as a character for fun. She chose to be the princess (of course). BR wants to be Wesley...or Inigo...or Prince Humperdink... Daddy wants to be the Giant. I am going to pick any of the characters with wild hair (the Albino, or Miracle Max's wife, maybe?). And that brings us to L. Who does she want to be?

An R.O.U.S., of course.

inching our way through traffic

(subtitle: Why It Takes 45 Minutes to go 3 miles. )

btw, in case you are wondering: no, this was not rushhour. This was filmed late morning on a Saturday.

hey, look, new friends!

Not all of our loyal fans know this, so it deserves its own post: one of my childhood friends (from Morocco days) lives here in Kolkata!

Stephanie has two small children of her own and just this evening, BR told me that her three year-old son is one of his "bestest friends" (along with Geneva, P-roc, eloiseandmargot and Wyatt, in case you wanted the list).


Stephanie and her husband Paul have been here for almost a year and they have shown us the ropes a bit and introduced us to other folks, too. Some of them also have kids (yay, playmates!).

Paul and Jeremy have hit it off, with a common love of outdoor activities, the Northwest (oops, redundant), and pretending they're old men--I mean, smoking their pipes.

Science City

From our place, we can walk to "Science City." There are all sorts of fun structures and stations and things that teach kids about various laws of physics and motion. Off-center see-saws and weights and tricky optical illusion stuff. That sort of thing. They even have cable cars and an Imax and a few rides and an entire building full of almost-life-sized extinct creatures. The kids LOVE it.

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We took an afternoon to visit Science City a few weeks ago, and took our housekeeper-childminder along. It was her first visit and boy was it memorable. Without intending to, we introduced her to many new (and terrifying experiences). First up: the monocycle. I asked her ahead of time if she was game, since it is so high off the ground and all, but it had not occurred to me that she would not know how to pedal! Oops.

Here is the video I made while trying to propel both her cycle and my own, in flip flop sandals, while filming (yes, yes, I am just that amazing):

And that was only the beginning. After the cycle, we took her through an unlit and very claustrophobic maze of mirrors, an Imax show about whitewater rafting, an exhibit of roaring dinosaur models (in the dark, again), and a rollercoaster simulator.

She hasn't quit on us yet, but I'll bet she was glad we went away on that Goa trip and gave her a little time off...