Way back in January when we went to Thailand via the Capital, we visited the international hospital for the kid's check-ups and our dental visits. I love this dentist office. It feels like walking into a dentist office in the US, which I never thought would be very important until I visited a string of dentist offices with dentists and dental hygienists having questionable training and credentials. I also adore the dental hygienists who regularly cleans our teeth. She is great.
Since AB turned 3 in January, I thought it was time for her to get her first cleaning. We talked about it a lot in the weeks preceding, and let her watch me get my cleaning. AB did a wonderful job and afterwards her teeth were squeaky clean. Way to go AB!
This is DB and I on the speed train traveling to the capital. This was one of our "planes, trains and automobiles" trips.
The kids were lulled to sleep by the drive to the airport.
OK. This is a cultural difference that all foreigners notice (I think) and find it to be quite different than our host cultures. People often bring their big fancy cameras to Ikea and take pictures of themselves and friends posing with the furniture. The most interesting part is the seriousness with which they take themselves. I would be so embarrassed to pose like a model with Ikea furniture so that every passerby can see me, but that type of self-consciousness must not plague these self proclaimed models. However, posing like a model for everyone to see is not the most unusual thing I have seen, every single time we have visited Ikea, we have walked by people out cold taking naps on the display couches, chairs and beds. This last time we found a grandfather who was apparently so overcome with the exhaustion that comes from taking care of a grandchild that he and his grandchild decided to inhabit one of the Ikea display rooms. The grandchild is sleeping in the toddler bed and as you can easily see the grandfather is under the white and purple duvet.
