Four

Quatro.
四
Vier.
أربعة

We found out at the end of June that we're expecting a FOURTH little one this next year!

And since I'm 19 weeks pregnant and just now announcing it on the blog, I get to announce his presence at the same time that I announce he's a HE!
We're thrilled to be adding a third boy, a fourth kiddo...after all, we're pretty smitten with the three we've got so far, and surely another will be just as adorably perfect as his three predecessors!

At the beginning of July we took a family vacay (hopefully pictures will eventually make it on the blog one day...) to Thailand. Morning sickness on a vacation isn't lots of fun, but when it's on the beach surrounded by plumeria trees and amazing Indian food room service, it actually wasn't so bad!

We took the opportunity to announce miniest-man's presence via sand and sea shells.

And then it turned out that several people looked at the picture and said, "cool....uh...why are you standing so far from your family, April?!"

Explaining pictures is never fun. Sea shells...bust.

Regardless, we're soon to be a family of SIX!
And we're thrilled that #4 is growing healthy and that he's got a big sister and two big brothers that are so excited that he'll be joining us in February!!

Big Chicken Car Owners

Within the past Month of Mutiny against the blog, I apparently also threw off all responsibility in the realm of wife-dom. 

Brandon's birthday came and went with hardly even a mention of a gift from me. He's such a champ and has come to realize that as long as we're living in the land of chopsticks, gifts from his wife are few and far between....unless he wants another useless hammer whose head flies off when you use it or a drill that ignites in flames after 3 times of use.

And oh yes, there was Father's Day where the kids woke up puking, I completely forgot that it was Father's day, and had to be reminded about an hour before lunch. I called a re-do and said we'd celebrate in September.

All of that to say that despite my lack of outward affection toward my husband and his Fatherly-ness and his 29 years on this planet, I'm quite smitten with him and the way that he gets things done.

Lets take, for example, something he began almost a year ago.

Brandon decided that the best thing for our family was to get a car. Sure we love driving around on our electric bike (no really, we do!), getting lost occasionally on city busses, and standing for who-knows-how-long on the street corner waiting on taxis, he decided we needed to plunge further into China traffic by buying a car. (I may or may not have been the perfect example of biblical submission during this point in our marriage.)

But first, he needed a license. It's not as easy as getting AAA to say you're an international driver and wah-lah you're face is plastered on a piece of plastic next to your Chinese name. 

No, you first have to take the written exam. 

Which fortunately, can be found online (hello China's non-existent piracy laws), downloaded, put on the ipad for hours and hours of studying to one's heart's content...since, after all, there's 1,317 questions.

One thousand three hundred seventeen questions. 

For a driver's test.

In a country that seemingly has no traffic laws.

Ok ok. I digress...

And also fortunately, (or maybe unfortunately), has been translated to English, allowing him to study and take the computerized test in English.

And so the studying began.  

And so did the confusion...

That's true/false people.  At least it was a 50/50 chance. As opposed to...

 The correct answer: A!  A lesson for all you studying to be a paramedic!


Also among the 1,317 questions was clear evidence of the place in which we live...

Which turned out to be quite educational as far as his character reading is concerned!

Also among the barrage of questions were some pertaining to science.
(I also may have been a little ecstatic about the fact that the word "overalls" appeared in a Chinese driver's test.)

Isn't he dreamy...he got that one right!!

And just to make sure they covered all their bases, they threw in some questions for those studying to become stunt men:

In the end, success! He received 99% on his test and his grader was quite perplexed with how well Brandon did! His picture was slapped on a piece of plastic next to his incorrectly written Chinese name and off he went to begin the search for a second-hand car.

Our first attempt was to go to the "2 Hand Car Market" which essentially was a gigantic parking lot with rows upon rows of used cars. And car salesman after car salesman committed to convincing the foreigner that, "Truly...in this car we DID NOT change the mileage to read less than what it really is." and "no really, despite the mismatched car-bumper, this car has NEVER been in a wreck."

After almost buying a VW jetta from a man we couldn't quite tell was shady or just really convincing, we retained our better judgment and came home car-less so Brandon could start scouring the "2 Hand Car" websites.

And he found one that he felt was a good deal!
It's a KIA Cerato, is decked out in Hello Kitty stickers, a golden Buddha, some bling covering all the buttons on the dashboard (because they're all in English after all so the previous owner didn't need to read them!), bright blue seat protectors, some stuffed animals in the back seat, and a military license plate.

Oh yes. Did I mention that the seller is an undercover cop?!
Who actually was quite taken with Brandon and even flashed his badge at the insurance office and got a 40% discount for us on our full-coverage insurance. We're not entirely sure how we feel about this friendship, but so far it's been much to our benefit!

Not to worry. The bling, hello kitty stickers, and golden Buddha were all quickly removed that evening. As were the blue seat covers. We're borrowing a carseat from fellow expats for Caleb to use and scoured Taobao for boosters for the kids (to which their teachers' response was, "oh wow! You guys really like safety!")

And now we're rollin' in our white Kia all over the Big Chicken.

All thanks to my awesome husband, his amazing Chinese skills (did I mention he did that ALL himself?!), and his ability to just get.things.done. regardless of language or culture obstacles.

He's a keeper.

Mutiny

Seven years.

Yep. I checked again tonight just to make sure I was giving you accurate facts.

I've been occupying this little corner of the internet for seven whole years.

Seven years is a long time to document life via Blogger. During these seven years we've made two separate moves to East Asia, took up residence in North Carolina for awhile, welcomed three babies into our family, experienced heartache, ups, downs, and in-betweens, and entirely too much stinky tofu for these two Texans.

But along the way, and specifically most recently, the blog has taken control.
I feel like I've lost the reins.

I'm talking crazy talk. Bare with me.

Social media was sucking away my soul. The blog was reeking the ever-loving life out of me and becoming entirely unenjoyable to even share our stories. Pinterest was constantly yelling in my face that I wasn't good enough.

The point being: I was just done. I was over it.
I was sick of comparing myself. Fed up with trying to be the funniest. The wittiest. The most sincere. The most culturally sensitive yet also the most culturally rebellious. The best at telling stories. The best at taking pictures. The best at fitting in but also doing the best at standing out. The best kids' crafts. The best recipes. The best stories of failure.

Enough already!

So for the past month-or-more I've been in mutiny against the blog. Most social media. Pinterest.

I've mutinied. 

Thrown a mutiny. 

I'm mutinying.

It's mutinous around here.

Pick your verb preference.

I know I'm not alone here. I think it's something most women struggle with. And for some reason we choose to douse ourselves in it by pouring over Pinterest and lamenting the fact that we can't repurpose a sweater into a house rug, turn a wooden pallet into a book shelf, or make turkeys out of reeses peanut butter cups and candy corn.

So rather than choose moderation. I chose nothing. 

No pinterest.

No blogging.

No tweeting.

No status-ing on facebook.

No writing. 

(almost) No blog reading.

I did stick to instagram so that the grandparents wouldn't disown me. 

And now, on the other side of The Great Mutiny, I can't say that I feel a whole lot better. Or that I've chosen a new direction for this little insignificant space of the internet. Or that I'll never do Facebook again or that I'll rise up and rebel against all things social media. Or even that I'll dive in face first again.

I just know, that from now on, if this blog continues, it won't be used as a Chancler Timeline screaming at me to update twice a week because that's what good bloggers do. The pressure to make sure things are succinctly laid out in the order of occurrence is gone. The wittiest stories won't be written here. The best pictures won't be taken here. The best cultural-oopses won't be documented here.

And I'm choosing to be ok with that.

And I'm choosing to move on.

I'll still blog. Because that's what a daughter that has up and moved across the planet and taken grandparents' grandchildren away from them has to do.

I'll still take pictures. Because I have awesomely beautiful children living in a land that thinks it's ok to feed them pig snout.

I'll still tell stories. Simply because I love writing. 

And in the end I'm choosing to remember that that's the reason I even started this seven years ago. 

End Mutiny.

The Day of the Rogisip

Shortly after arriving in America, a promise was made.

And promises from Granddad aren't quickly broken or forgotten. If ever.

So one beautiful day a couple weeks after said promise, the Rogisip was made a reality.

See...when we first arrived and Granddad's tendency toward exaggeration was getting the better of him and he was listing out to Salem all of the exciting things we were going to get to do during our 5 weeks in Texas..."ride horses, drive the tractor, build a rocket ship!! ..."  he didn't realize Salem would take it all quite literally. So for a couple weeks every.single.day Salem would ask Granddad if that was the day they were going to build a rocket ship.

Ride horses. check!
Drive the tractor. check!
and still...no rocket ship.

And so, one day they headed to the garage, where I'm convinced all little boys' dreams are born.
Seriously, aren't garages one of the best rooms of the whole house?!



Not to disappoint a 3 year old, Granddad broke out the good stuff: cardboard.



And markers and scissors apparently. And then someone handed the 1 year old a pair of scissors. Yes please ignore that part of the picture above and my apparent lack of parental guidance in the moment.



Windows were cut. Wings were glued and taped. Decorations were added. And a name was born.



The Rogisip.

Gramma even came equipped with patriotism. All that was lacking was a NASA sticker plastered to the side.



Since arriving back home, Salem has asked me why I didn't pack the rocket ship.



I told him Granddad would keep it for him up in his attic.



I should have made Granddad promise that.
Because Granddad doesn't forget his promises.

Vacation ... America-style

Oh sweet blessed US of A.
When you live outside of America for 2-ish years the things that you grow to miss about "home" are sometimes very strange things.
Sure, things like donuts, sweet tea, that National Anthem being played at any and every sporting event, Chick-Fil-A, 24 hour convenience stores, Dr. Peppers, slurpees, Slurpee Dr. Peppers, and having access to your own car 24/7...those are all beautiful things.

But, unquestionably, one thing I was so ready to experience...or rather, see my children experience, was nature.
Blue skies and clean air.
Sunsets as far as the eye can see.
Birds.
Stars too many to count.
Running through grass bare foot.
Playing carefree in dirt.



And we enjoyed every single second of all of it. Even those chilly Texas-sized-windy days that blow tablespoons of dirt in your eyes. Enjoyed it.
Eden gasped the first time she saw purple and pink in the horizon one evening at sundown.
Salem was obsessed with going outside every evening and trying to count the stars.
And Caleb learned a new word while we were there: "Bird!" or rather "BUH!!!" Bird-watching became his new favorite hobby.

But by far it was the grass and dirt they enjoyed most.

At almost any given second Salem could be found outside with a large stick in his hand





or covered entirely from head to toe in dirt.





Caleb wasn't far behind him.





And even participated in an outdoor version of hide-n-seek.



Even Eden was quite taken with stirring up the ant beds.



Nature. Clean (relatively) nature. Un-"fertilized" grass (you get what I mean). Trees that aren't roped off.
I loved seeing my kids enjoy it all. I loved seeing them roll like rolly-pollies on the grass in my Gigi's backyard. Seeing my boys in such a boy-ish environment, digging in rocks and dirt, swording each other with giant branches, all brought my heart so much joy.

The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims his handiwork. 

Psalm 19:1

Jet Lag X 5

And... five weeks later I'm back in the blogging world!!
But only shortly, as it's already 25 minutes past my bed time of 8:00. We've been back for exactly a week now and jet lag is beating me up sideways and then back again. And I can't seem to get in the groove yet of staying up past my children's bed time.

But slowly and surely I'll make my way back to this little space of the internet that we call home. You'll notice things are changing a bit...some changes aren't quite finished. But we figured it was time to finally show our third born in the header of the blog. (don't worry. he didn't notice that I'm 20 months late on that!)

We'll be back soon with lots of fun pictures of our time in the States.

until then....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Airplane - Survival of the Preparedest

In three days we will board a plane to make that seemingly endless trek across the pacific ocean for a month of vacation with family and friends.
I can hardly wait. I can hardly sleep at night. I'm on pins and needles in anticipation.

But behind it all, I'm also anxious. Nervous-anxious. Hesitant-anxious.

Not about landing in Texas and hugging nieces and nephews. No. Not anxious about that at all.
Absolutely.can't.wait. It's been 2 years since we've hugged their necks!

It's that 14 hour flight that has my stomach churning.

Perhaps because the last time we made that journey, it was wretched. Horrible. Scary. Miserable.

Really, after having a seizure on an airplane, we can only improve upon that. Surely there's no way it could be worse, right?
So in order to make sure that this time around it goes off without a hitch, I'm covering ALL my bases.

* I'm not pregnant this time around. CHECK

* There's not a Pappadeux in the Beijing airport to tempt me with coconut shrimp. CHECK

* And we're flying American Airlines, so wafts of Korean food will not be floating through the already stuffy air. CHECK

* We've basically quarantined our kids for the past week or so, so as to prevent any excessive germ-sharing. (Although...what are the odds...Eden still has a cough!)

On top of all that, I've totally gone out of my way for the past month to put together activities, games, and new toys for the kids to enjoy and to pass the time for 14 hours.
Granted, I spent a lot of time making, thinking, and prepping this stuff. But I figure after seizing on an airplane, I'm not without cause in my obsessive preparedness!



Pinterest has all sorts of ideas for keeping little ones busy in small spaces.

So for starters, I got stickers, new coloring pages, empty notebooks for drawing on and sticking stickers. I grabbed some cheapy toys at the local market that I don't give a rip about if they get lost.
I'm hoping that package of twistable crayons will be a huge hit. Neither Eden or Salem have ever used them, so I'm hoping that'll peak some curiosity for at least 10 minutes.

I picked up a box of 9 kuai bandaids (so that my children look like they've been through a cat fight by the time they stop off the plane) and a 5 kuai calculator for Caleb and his need to push buttons at all hours of the day. What can I say...living in the land of cheapy cheapables is totally a bonus for stocking up on things that you don't care if they get lost of broken!
A friend provided the pipe cleaners and pony beads for stringing and keeping fingers busy for awhile.

Not pictured is a dispenser of floss. I'm going to let Caleb go to town on pulling out every inch of it when it comes time to distracting him from throwing a fit.
And an empty baking powder container with a slit cut in the lid for him poking puff balls in and out of it. He loves those little puffy balls.

I picked up a couple of other ideas from other blogs...



Puzzle Popsicle Sticks. I made 2 or three for Eden and Salem each. And totally expecting Caleb to chew on them.



Rice bags!! This project was fun. Empty water bottles would have been easier than sewing bags. But I'm all about as little rattling and shaking noise as possible so as to not make the entire plane hate us by the time we get off. So, I sewed bags instead. There's a jillion blogs out there for instructions on making these.

And then the time consuming things were a couple projects that I wanted to do for the two bigs.



I'm not sure why I decided to attach ribbons as the closure for this cars "book." As now I realize that I'm going to have to be the one that ties it every time. oops...



The idea stemmed from here. There's printables, pictures, instructions. It's easy peasy. It just takes time.
(But did I mention that Brandon was gone for 10 days in the past month?! :)

But my favorite airplane activity is this one.



Again, the idea came from here. I added a few tweaks, and facial features, and made a book out of it rather than just a page by itself...



Felt is so incredibly cheap here, so if an eyeball or mustache gets lost in the abyss under airplane seats, I won't cry too hard.



I tried doing a mix of girly accessories, as well as boyish ones. (although the pirate is my fave!)
And added in a Rangers hat, because after all, we're headed to Texas!


The kids haven't seen any of this. And are clueless that I've even been working on it. So hopefully the surprise of it all will buy us some time as well. If not, at least I'll have fun decorating Mr. Potato Head.

And of course, if all else fails, we've downloaded new movies and new apps onto the iPad, and I'm doing my darndest to get Caleb hooked on Elmo. (to no avail)

So even if I do have another seizure an hour into this flight, Brandon WILL be prepared this go around!

Three days! Can't wait!!!

When Daddy's Away

The kids are completely obsessed with our bed. Not just for jumping on, but they love to curl up in the covers and always comment on how comfy our bed is. 

It's true...we sprung for the higher end of what IKEA had in stock for us and the lower end for the kids' mattresses. Aint no shame here.

So when Salem saw the opportunity to sleep in daddy's spot while he was away, he leapt on it. 

"Mommy, can I sleep in your bed on daddy's pillow?"

So we made a night of it. Each kid had their own special night, got to pick dinner, got to stay up past bedtime while the other two went to sleep, watch their choice of movie with mommy, then sleep on daddy's pillow on daddy's side of the bed. (totally thankful Brandon insisted on a king size bed!!)

Caleb didn't really get a special Caleb night. Since he doesn't really know the difference I figure it doesn't matter. But here's how it would have looked: A thrilling 3-word conversation about apples, a 2 minute episode of Elmo (which is about all he'll sit still for), and then off to his own bed. So we just skipped it altogether.

Salem's night started off with a dinner of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Given the choice of anything he could come up with, he went his usual route. The ole standby. Which of course was fine by me.
(and yes my kids are still in jammies at dinner time. daddy's gone...don't judge me!)
Then after Eden and Caleb headed to bed, he and I conversed over a cupcake that we shared and discussed who would win in an epic battle between Superman and Batman...

Me: "So if Superman and Batman fought, who would win?"
Salem: pondering thoughtfully... "The dragon."
Me:  "There's a dragon there too?"
Salem: "There's always a dragon there."

I love boys. This is going to be so much fun.

And then he chose to watch The Lorax, because he hadn't seen it all yet. But please, whatever.you.do, please oh please don't tell him that it's not called The Lord of the Rax. Because I just lurrrrrv that he calls it that.

Then while we slept, I still got kicked in the ribs half a dozen times, despite the extra kingly room we've got in our bed. But probably because this is how he sleeps in his own bed.

On Eden's night, she chose blueberry pancakes for dinner. Thas my gurl.
Well...on second thought, when it came time to split a cupcake with mommy, she asked if she could have a sucker instead. Letdown.  I was soooo looking forward to another half of a cupcake.
Alas, maybe the last one really will make it to see daddy on friday!

It shouldn't have surprised me though. After all, this is the girl that chooses greasy duck leg over peanut butter and jelly.

The movie for her evening was Ice Age 4. Which is hilarious...and maybe not entirely 5 year old appropriate. I think we watched and rewinded (rewound?) the part of Syd puking up prunes about 7 times. So, maybe it does suit a 5 year old quite well.

Eden rounded out the evening by running a low-grade fever, attempting to confiscate my pillow in her sleep, and then proceeded to wake up and cough incessantly between 4:00 - 5:30 a.m.


This whole Kid's Date Night was fab. They loved it. I loved getting to spend some one on one time with them. But maybe we'll leave the sleeping-on-daddy's-pillow part to just Daddy. He doesn't steal pillows or kick quite as hard. :)

I couldn't have said it better myself...

And so, I'm not going to.

Since I'm solo-parenting for 9 days straight while my husband galavants across the country to a tropical destination down south (don't worry...he's not solo-vacationing. He IS there for meetings, after all!), I'm going to be lazy and re-route you from here to a separate blog where our kiddos are a featured.  We have friends as close as family over here who love me so much and care about my sanity while watching three kiddos by myself that they hosted a sleepover for the bigger two to attend! Uncle Kevin even went so far as to come and get both of them and take them back to his place making it possible for me to not even have to change out of my comfy pants and into my snow boots to make the trek over there. (I know...isn't it fab, and a little strange, that they're named Becky and Kevin! uh, hello confused kids!)

So, click here to read about how we're abundantly blessed with people who love on us and our littles!

Five more days until Brandon comes home. Counting down the days!!

The Adventures of FuMart with Children

We do "Date afternoons" here.  Date nights are fairly unheard of for us, so we occasionally take advantage of totally trusting our house helper and let her watch the kids while we take an afternoon for the two of us. (Reason #237 I have a house helper). 

On our way home from our date today, I asked Brandon, "Do you think people in America go to the grocery store on dates?"

Because here in the Big Chicken, we totally do.

No comprendo? 

Let me explain...

My house helper does most of our grocery shopping at the local fruit, veggie, and meat market. Other stuff like shampoo, diapers, bananas (don't ask) and stuff like that, she goes to FuMart for us, which is about a 300 yard walk from our apartment complex.  (Reason # 197 I have a house helper)

If I lose all sanity, forget to have her go to the store during the week, and decide to make the trip to the store myself, this is usually how it goes down:

1. Bundle yourself and the three kids up for the seemingly-endless-because-you-have-toddlers-in-tow-and because-it's-freezing-outside 300 yard walk to the store.

2. You have to take the stroller to minimize Caleb's movement. And because what else would you carry the groceries home in?

3. Make your way through the maze of traffic, cars, on-lookers, people taking your picture and asking you if all three children are really yours, and arrive at the mall. Watch out for pee puddles along the way!

4. Ponder grabbing Starbucks while you're there but decide that balancing coffee AND balancing the stroller going down the escalator is a bit much for today.

5. Decide whether or not you need to switch the stroller for a cart. (stroller! always stroller! making the switch from cart to stroller afterwards is never pretty! yes, I'm speaking from experience) Make your way into the grocery store after convincing the Grocery Store Nazi that it is, in fact, ok that you push your stroller through the store.  (or pretend that you only speak English and stare dumbfounded into his eyes)

6. Promise the kids that you will walk by the fish tanks, turtle tanks, squid tanks, and frog tanks if they'll just be patient.

7. Be on constant alert for the free food samples of questionable meat products,"yogurt", and chocolate that the store clerks insist on giving your children. (and that your children will want to accept)

8. Buy only what will fit in the basket of the stroller, what you can balance on top of it, or what your other two children will willingly carry for you.

9. Tell that Grandma that keeps following you for the 14th time that your children are fine in the clothes they're wearing, and do NOT need to put on more clothes.

10. Ponder whether detergent, toilet paper, or diapers is more of a necessity that day, because your stroller, and your hands can't handle all three.

11. Rifle through all the loaves of bread to try to find the ONE loaf that doesn't have a free soap dish taped to it. Because that's just the way things go here...they like to give completely random "gifts" when you buy certain items at the store and I'm up to my neck in free plastic soap dishes.

12. Pile all of your items up on the checkout counter then wiggle around the stroller to the other side of the counter to sack up your own groceries yourself. (blast...you have to pay for the sacks this time because you forgot to bring your own.)

13. Fit the groceries together like a puzzle so as to maximize your stroller space.

14. Holler at the other two kids to stop accepting food from strangers.

15. Wiggle back around the counter and pay for your stuff. Don't forget the insanely long receipt (not long because you bought a lot but just because that's how it goes here...) because you'll need to show it on your way out.

16. Oh, and because it's Chinese New Year, they're handing out free, personalized, hand-painted calligraphy signs for your front door. Politely refuse, because their suggestion of remaining in the store for another 30 minutes for the ink to dry doesn't sound tempting AT ALL.
17. Walk over to the "Packing Area" to do any taping or stringing up of your stuff so that you can balance it on your stroller, bike, electric bike, three-wheeled bike, motorcycle, or more conveniently carry with a handle.

18. Tell your daughter that no, she absolutely can not go to the potty right now because a squatty potty is the last thing that you're able to handle at this moment.
19. Promise to never.ever return to the grocery store with all three children by yourself ever.ever.ever again.
20. Go to the squatty potty bathroom because the thought of her peeing her pants and then walking home in below-freezing weather would surely get you fired from mom duty.
21. At the bathroom, run back and forth between your daughter over the squatty and your other children being gawked at outside the bathroom door.
22. Determine which is more important...the lady that just came out of the bathroom that didn't wash her hands and is now touching your 1 year old's "white face" or your daughter who needs your help balancing over the squatty. (hopefully you remembered tissue from home because that certainly would never be provided in a public restroom)
23. Apply antibacterial gel to your baby's cheeks.
24. Make your way back up the escalator, pondering whether or not you should reward yourself with Starbucks but realize you don't have a free hand to carry it home.

25. Walk home singing "Everywhere I travel, everywhere I go, Jesus loves me, this I know..." because the kids really need some distraction. And so do you.


......THAT is why we end up going grocery shopping on our dates. (and why my blessed house helper is so crucial to our lives here!)
And because walking around with your favorite person ever cracking jokes about chicken feet for only 6 kuai per pound is pretty priceless.
And today we actually did get to sit in Starbucks beforehand, and didn't have to balance coffee on a stroller either!

The Nonexistence of Filial Osmosis

When I was in high school, one of my English teachers had this absolutely fantastic poster hanging up to the left of her classroom door.

I used to stare longingly at Garfield, praying, wishing, hoping, that if I did indeed lay my head down and take a snooze on top of Death of a Salesman, that I'd wake up that much wiser and ready for my test the next day.
Alas, it was never the case. Turns out sleeping on books only gives you a creased face.

None the less, this osmosis thing that Garfield's got going on still seems to be stuck in my brain.

Story #2:
A couple months ago when I was plagued with a never-ending cold, there was a particular evening when I was really feeling out of it. Ok maybe that's really just an excuse for what I'm about to tell you.

In the middle of the night I heard Caleb crying. Being lazy so-incredibly-sick-with-the-never-ending-cold, I rolled over and tapped Brandon who, amazingly enough sleeps through any sound that the kids make between 11 p.m. and 6 a.m., and asked him to go get Caleb.
Only, when I asked him it came out as, "Caleb zai ku. Keyi qu Caleb ma?"

At 2 a.m. I was barely coherently speaking (probably grammatically incorrect) Chinese to my husband about my child crying in the other room.
Loooovely.

At 8 a.m. when Brandon and I had had our coffee and I was hoping he'd forgotten the whole incident, I innocently asked, "so.......last night...."  And his immediate response was, "Yeah...you spoke to me in Chinese...what was that about?!"

And that's when I realized that my brain has gotten so overloaded with Chinese, even to the point that during sleep-awake moments I'm mumbling in Chinglish. Chinglish has become so engrained in me that I'm now dreaming in it.

So this is where I'm in trouble. I'm entirely too used to dropping words like "mafan" "bu shufu" and "dongxi" into my everyday sentences. Someday when I'm back in America and dropping Chinglish like it's totally normal for every American to know what the heck "mafan" is, it's going to astound me when they don't. When my mom and my dad don't automatically know what "dongxi" I'm talking about when I'm speaking to them, it's going to throw me for a loop.

Because somewhere back in the day when I was so caught up on Garfield and his osmosis idea, it just somehow made sense to me that whatever I picked up along the way, my parents automatically inherited through Filial Osmosis. However, back in May when they were here and they didn't understand my conversations with locals, it was so strange to me to realize the flawed idea of Filial Osmosis.

Although, I will say that I think I know my dad well enough to say that I'm fairly certain he'd probably try my sleep-method of studying Death of a Salesman via Osmosis as well. At least we've got that filial bond in common.