Change in Sleep Patterns

I guess an unflattering picture of me while pregnant can work under the title "Change in Sleep Patterns."  Technically my sleep patterns changed back in the Fall when I first became pregnant and started getting up 3-5 times a night for bathroom runs yet slept like the dead everywhere in between.  Maybe the "Change in Sleep Patterns" is a prediction (guarantee) of what will happen in 2ish months.  Maybe I just stuck this picture here because I did not want to dedicate an entire post to just me and my belly yet wanted to satisfy those who were wanting to know what I looked like.  

 

Anyways, we head to beautiful warm Thailand tomorrow for a 1.5 week trip and I am sure we will be able to manage some family pictures of me in all my pregnant glory to at various beautiful locations to further satisfy those who want to see just how big I am.  Right now I am halfway to what I weighed when I delivered DB.  However, I am almost certain our two upcoming trips to Thailand will help me accomplish a similar weight gain.  I love Thailand.

 

 

I am writing the explanation to these pictures in the form of questions because I posted them in the wrong order. 

 

 

Why you might ask did I put my daughter to bed with a dirty face?

 

Also, you might ask why she is sleeping with a dirty face while in my bed?

 

The two-part question requires a two-part answer:

 

First -  In the picture below you are looking at my bedside table.  In case you cannot figure it out, that is a baby monitor screen, a pack of tissues, various lotions, some lanolin (which I use as chap stick) and my chocolate.  Why you might ask is chocolate on my bedside table?  Well, that day during my nap time I wanted chocolate and I ate some just before going to sleep.  I might even well deserve future cavities to show for it one day, but on that day, I was happy about eating my imported dark chocolate before my nap time and falling blissfully a sleep while still tasting its wonderful flavor.

 

So, back to the pictures of AB with a dirty face.  Basically she ate my imported dark chocolate...sniffle sniffle.  When I asked her about it the next day she said, "mommy I did not eat it, I tasted it."  Ahhh, she is learning early to blur the lines that fool us all into believing things like "size 12 is really the new size 8."



 

Second: Why was AB in my bed?  In preparation of baby #3, we have decided to attempt AB and DB sleeping together in the same bed - AB's bed pulls out to create a king size bed.  Below is a picture from our inaugural evening.  It is our hope that DB and AB can sleep in the same room so we do not have to convert the office to another bedroom.  The office functions as an office, language study room, exercise room, sometimes guest bedroom and future home school room.  Life would be easier if it could stay that way.

 

Because AB does not immediately go to sleep in the evenings and enjoys passing her time reading books, we have let her hang out in our bed with her books while DB goes to sleep.  Eventually we quietly move AB to the bed beside DB...very quietly because if he wakes up, everyone will be awake till at least 11:30 - so we have learned.  

 

 

Don't they look so ready to fall into peaceful slumber?  Believe it or not, the evening of this photo it was a bit of a disaster : )

 

This was hours after we DB fell asleep and we put AB in bed with him.

I am happy to say after about 3 weeks of the kids sleeping together, it has gradually gotten better and better.  They no longer wake each other up at 5:30am and even made it to 7:45 one Saturday morning before tackling each other (second favorite way to wake each other up - the first is to hit the other with a hard toy).

Birthdays

AB and DB both had birthdays in January.  AB's birthday was a bit odd since we left the US the evening before her birthday and landed here at 11:30pm on her birthday.  I am glad dates are not all that important to her yet, because she pretty much missed her birthday.  However the flight attendants were really nice on our flight and brought her a sundae made with first class ice cream to celebrate her birthday.  Ironically this is the second time we left the US the day before her birthday and landed late on the evening of her birthday, but thankfully this time she did not get deported to Hong Kong because of a visa issue 2 hours after we landed. 

 

Because we essentially flew past (get it...we literally flew past/through it) her birthday and DB's birthday is just 2 weeks later, we decided to wait and have them open their presents at the same time.  At this point they really do not know the difference, and I think it was fun for them. 

 

Feel free to make fun of the bag I used for DB, but if you saw the selection of gift bags available here, you too would have picked out the bear bag with the bow glued on it for your 2 year old little boy.  

 

Because of the time of the year of AB and DB's birthdays, and because all of our kid's friends live on the four corners of this city, and because to see each other we all have to haul our families to the side of the road and wait an undetermined amount of time in the freezing cold to hopefully hail a taxi to ride 30 minutes to an hour across the city, I decided to combine their birthday celebrations and further combine them to a time when everyone was going to be at our apartment anyways.  We celebrated a full month after AB's birthday.

Here is AB's cake.  As expected the very yellow butter did make my purple a little grey/brownish.  I also gave up on trying to make her a princess cake.  I have learned that dots are pretty fool-proof, and I imagine future cakes will be covered in them. 

 

DB had a cookie cake.  I made it pretty late in the evening  and was extremely grateful for the friend who gave me these little race car sugar decals.  I apparently ran out of energy and those little things saved me from putting dots all over his cake too.

 

 

Not to confuse them or anything, but I made cupcakes for them while we were in the US and celebrated their birthday's with both sides of the family.  They really made out well on the birthday celebrations this year.  

DO NOT BRING THE PETINTO

More random pictures from around town.

 

steam heat

My husband has been telling me for weeks that he is posting pictures that need explanations on our blog.  He said he is doing this to serve me since becoming pregnant my blog time became nap time.  He also told me I should really explain some pictures, otherwise they will not make sense to most people.  Fortunately today my tutor canceled and my kids are outside playing like they do on all non-polluted days - which occurs about once every 2-3 weeks.  I thought I would take the opportunity to do a little explaining.

 

 

We live in a cold part of the world.  Therefore we hand over a large chunk of money every October to our city in order to get steam heat pumped into our apartment.  The heat is very effective.  We have gone without heat before, and it is not something we are willing to do again.  Anyways, every year the steam heat starts around the first of November, and usually there are some bumps along the way, namely clogs in the pipes.  

 

Although our heat is awesome, for some reason it does not reach our bedroom.  Of all the rooms in our apartment, our bedroom probably needs the heat the least since my husband is his own heater and we can snuggle under our flannel sheets and down comforter.  However, it is still cold and whenever I an not taking a nap, I would really like for it be above 50 degrees in there.  Thus the heat guy made his annual trip to our apartment to try to "fix" it.  After 3-4 separate attempts they finally said the system was too weak to reach all the way to our bedroom.  Along the way they attempted to clean out our system a couple of times resulting in this nasty black water mess (in the pictures below) he emptied from our radiator in the bathroom floor.

 

Thankfully most people in this country shower without a stall or care as to where they get water in the bathroom so they build the bathrooms to get completely soaked from ceiling to every inch of the floor - there are 3 drains the water can choose from, and the bathrooms are built slightly sunken in from the rest of the apartment.  Therefore, he was able to try to clear the clog to his heart's content.  They never found a clog.  At least he tried.

 

outside

This picture absolutely requires an explanation because it is from last year - like spring of 2012.  I guess KB thought it was so cute, that no one should miss out on it.  

 

Crazy Dog Fur

Self-explanatory...mostly.  That poor dog.  I will say we do not know this dog or the owners.  Who does this to their dog?  Where is his dignity?

 

Missed the Train

This one has a story.  It is a long story I will attempt to make short (fat chance).

 

Every year every person (or so it seems) returns home for the New Year.  This year 300 million people were expected to travel -  nearly the entire population of the US. Some people compare it to Christmas in the US.  IT IS NOT LIKE CHRISTMAS.  Here people become unavailable for pretty much an entire month for extracurricular activities or dinners.  Then during the actual holiday they get an entire week off.  Business close.  The streets are eerily quiet and huge dangerous but beautiful fireworks are set off 10 fee from the base of your apartment building.  The discerning and wise ex-pat does not travel out-of-town during the weeks leading up to the holiday since EVERYBODY is try to go somewhere.  The particular places to avoid are usually the train stations and bus stations.  Most people cannot afford to fly, so flying is actually the way to go if you have to travel (less people) and the direction of the flight should wisely be to outside of the country.  Nevertheless, once my kids stopped crying whenever the very loud fireworks were set off outside their window, they actually began to enjoy it and that helped us like the holiday a bit more.

 

Unfortunately, we had to travel a couple weeks before the holiday...right about the time all students were returning home...on a train...from a train station running the slow trains (cheapest way to travel which is the favored form of travel for students and migrant workers)...on a day it snowed.   Unfortunately we did not know about the snow  until the moment we stepped outside of our apartment.  That was an unfortunate side effect of waking up while it was still dark and not opening the curtains.  We left our apartment early enough to make a train on a normal day but not on a snow day.  It took us almost 10 minutes to even get past our gate because we were the very first people to walk through and were having to blaze a path with our roller suitcase and stroller.  It was definitely a first for this Texas girl.  It was enough snow that everything in Central Texas would have shut down and we would have stayed inside all day.  However this day it was not an option.

 

Needless to say, we missed our train.  But really, we were so close!  We promptly bought tickets for the next available train and expected to be on our way within the hour.  Unfortunately this is not how it played out.  In the words of a local friend "they lost the train" and all communication with it.  I am not sure if was because of the snow or what - other trains were arriving and departing without issue.  Anyways, here is the crux of our problem.  Train traveling is typically the most reliable form of travel in this country.  So, when a 2 hour train departs at 8am, we can expect to arrive at 10am.  Also, I typically over prepare, and for this trip I decided to turn over a new leaf and not bring an entire bag of snacks for all of the "what ifs"...however we needed that bag of snacks for this trip. This train station only sells little cakes, flavored dried meat from strange animal parts, and bottled water.  In order for KB to run across the street to pick up some McDonald's he would have to take the risk of missing the train whenever it arrived, and we knew whenever it arrived we would have to run to get on it.  Basically leaving the train station to get lunch was out of the question, so the kids probably ate about 8 of those little cakes each.  I on the other hand was holding out for the promise of a delicious Subway sandwich when we finally arrived, and when we finally did arrive and ate lunch it was around 3pm.  This pregnant girl was hungry and ate an entire foot long.

 

Now let me finally explain the picture below.  The train station was packed with people.  After standing for about 30 minutes I finally played the pregnancy card and was given a seat.  Avril spent the majority of the time in my lap because her socks were soaked from the snow.  We took off her socks in effort to give them a chance to dry.  This created another issue.  Although most citizens of this country do not think twice about the fact that the majority of public buildings are not heated, they themselves think it is not good to be cold...so you would think they would heat the buildings...Anyways, no less than 30 people stopped to tell me I needed to put my daughter's socks back on because she was cold.  For the first few people I explained her socks were wet and need to dry out.  After while I started talking to them in English (which they thankfully could not understand) about how it was rude to tell other people what to do with their kids, how I know what is best for my child, and how they clearly do not fully understand the situation.  Then after a while KB recommended I stop talking because I was acting ungodly and he was afraid someone who could understand English was going to hear me. 

 

Overtime the situation with our hungry and cranky kids began to unravel (hence the picture below) and we (I) began to set a deadline for when we were just doing to forget the mandatory trip and head back to our nice warm home that had food in the refrigerator.  I also think the local news crew who kept trying to film our family did not help my level of irritation.  Fortunately 30 minutes before I was going to turn into a nag and start my real campaign to head home, the train arrived.  The rest of the trip was lovely and uneventful, and I can say I am happy we made it.  After I ate my foot long Subway sandwich I even repented of my bad attitude at the train station. 



 

Ice Cream

This is from AB's birthday lunch.  My girl is a bottomless pit of attention need.  It does not mattter how much attention we give her, she wants/needs more and will feel neglected until she gets it.  Unfortunately for her, with one and soon to be two younger siblings this attention need is going to get met less and less.  Last year on her birthday I took her to pick out a dress and eat ice cream with me.  She loved it.  This year I suggested KB and I both take her for a birthday lunch so she can be our only focus (leave DB at home), which would probably make her head explode with joy.  Yep she had fun.

 

First we took her to H&M where she picked out a gift for herself - a Hello Kitty purse.  I guess the girl thought she needed a purse and why not one shaped like the face of a cat?  Then we took her to Papa John's where she got to pick out the pizza.  Afterwards we went to Coldstone where she chose chocolate ice cream with M&M's all inside of a chocolate dipped waffle bowl.  Although I not crazy about how M&M's get hard in ice cream, I was absolutely on board with all of that chocolate and apparently so was she!  I cannot believe she is 4!

 

Paint on a the Car

 

For the sake of the people living here with cars I wish I could say this is the first time I have seen paint flung on some one's car.  It is not.  Every winter the base of all trees in the city get a coat of white paint.  I am sure there is a very scientific reason why they get this coat, but apparently the majority of the population does not know why and neither do I.  Actually most people will not tell you they do not know why, but considering the array of un-passable answers for this question I have received (i.e. - keeps the trees warm during the winter), it is clear they really do not know.  Regardless, the trees are faithfully painted every year.

 

Now.  Look close at this poor red car.  It unfortunately parked by this particular tree, and when they painter (I use that term loosely, but then again they were the one's painting) came along and sloshed the paint on the tree (this I am correct in using this term because sloshing the paint on the tree is exactly what I observed), they also flung some on this shiny red car.  Poor car. 



 

Skype

This is how we talk to the grandparents.

 

static electricity

Photos from Around Town

I believe these are yet more pictures from KB's trusty iPhone 3.

 

 

Believe it or not, this car is not a joke.  Cars just like this (although most often in red) are everywhere.  They are basically a covered 3 wheeled motorcycle.  Riding inside of one is rough, loud, bumpy, and all together unsafe...but sometimes necessary.

 

 

I realize this might sound a little hypocritical since I frequently have typos on this blog, but here it goes.  I am always astounded that someone would go through the trouble to print up a sign without checking to see if they were using actual words in their sign.  However...

 

 

apparently painfully easy to do, even in an American owned establishments - That's a Starbucks I am about to enter into by "palling" the door.  Someone must have ordered thousands of these little signs because I have "palled" the door at many Starbucks in this country. 

 

 

Poor cars.  The building perpendicular to our apartment building was remodeling, and I guess they lost a can of paint off of the scaffolding.  Cautiousness and consideration for the property of other's is not high on the average contract work's list, so I am sure I will see this again one day.  I can also bet my vacuum (which I love very very much) that the guy who did this, is not going to apologize or try to clean it up in any way.  

 

 

This was at a high end custom kitchen cabinet showroom.

 

AB, DB, and the blocks

Bozo car

other photos from recent trip to the US

KB and DB

LB and AB at the Ballet

KB and AB

Christmas Day

This is an unflattering picture of pretty much every person in my family, but it is Christmas morning and aren't all Christmas morning pictures supposed to be a little awkward and unflattering?  Its a memory.