Qisnep

When I was a kid I always thought that the 'D' in Disney's logo was a 'Q'.  One of those fancy, cursive 'Q's I guess.
I figured it was one of those tricky english language things like a silent Q that sounds more like a D type of thing.
oh that doesn't exist? Well as an 8 year old it did.
And a friend always thought the 'Y' was a 'P'.
Apparently that's Disney's one fault. They're catering to an audience that, truly, can barely read.

But of the many things they're doing right: Hong Kong Disney.
I'll admit that I was skeptical. Sure it's Disney, so it should be awesome...but it's still in Asia. I know, that's sounds so very...ummm...American of me. But that's just me being honest. I wasn't expecting the fabulousness of Orlando to have stretched all the way to HK.
Lo and behold, good ole Walt pulled it off. When the Christmas parade starting coming down Disney's "Main Street" and everyone was happier than what should be legally permissible, I got all teary eyed. Sure, Disneyland is fun as a kid. But I'm convinced it's more fun as an adult. Seeing my kids wave at the princesses, give Pluto hugs, and dance with sugar plum fairies was more than my camera could handle.

Here's a glimpse of our day.


Started the day off all bright and cheery eyed...or maybe that's just sun in their eyes...



We arrived just in time for a Christmas parade.


See that smirk on my face? That smirk says, "oh...uh...I just realized I'm the only parent out here dancing and acting like a fool."  My bad. I thought they were inviting me to come dance, when apparently they were probably only inviting my cute, blonde kids.



The parades were probably our favorite part.
These images will forever be frozen in my brain.


Her giddiness. Her wave at all the characters. The way she turned around and announced to me every "person" that she saw. It was so much fun to watch her.



It was a gorgeous day, despite being a bit chilly.
Caleb was less than impressed. Poor buddy...I promise to take you back someday when you actually care about Buzz Lightyear.


HK Disney has recently opened up a big Toy Story Land. It was the one area of the park where I felt that they fell short. Our kids were too young for all the "rides" so we didn't stay in this area very long. Just long enough to snap a picture with Rex.

The whole area is meant to look like it's in Andy's back yard. But in my opinion it just looks like Walt needs to dust off his lawnmower and get to work.

If you ever visit HK Disney, one thing you should know: GROWN UPS stand in line to see Mickey and Minnie. I take that back. They stand in line to see all the characters. I'm talking 54 year old men in business suits. Does this happen at Disneyworld? I can't remember. None the less, I thought it was weird. And then they thought it was weird that I didn't want my OWN picture taken with Minnie.

Eden's favorites were of course the princesses.


Salem was less than impressed. He wears his emotions on his sleeve.

Scratch that. He just says exactly what he's feeling. Right about this time he informed Snow White, "you scary." Yes, this movie has scarred him for life.



Really, he was thinking that he'd just rather go back and see Winnie the Pooh again.



I can't blame him. I was kind of envious of Pooh and his big furry yellow suit. It was pretty chilly out there!
Salem was smitten with Pooh. His eyes say it all. He gave Pooh a "present leaf" and hasn't forgotten about it.


I loved that Pluto had a touch of Asian flair to him.



It was such a fun day. One that I hope our kids have fond memories of...or at least enjoy seeing the pictures someday. We did the tea cup spinning thing and Salem almost vomited. Maybe he won't have fond memories of that part. The day ended with the two "big" kids asleep in the stroller, Caleb asleep on me, and Brandon and I nearly falling asleep in the subway. = Success!

When life hands you travel delays...

Spend nine hours in a Big Chicken airport with three children under 4.
No seriously. Go try it.
Because I'd really like to know if it's possible for anyone else to come away from it a sane person.

Last week, we were fortunate enough to have such an experience. Record breaking fog (yes...I know that sounds completely made up) delayed a recent trip to Hong Kong by three days. For one of those days we were in the country illegally.

Well ok. Maybe that's not entirely true.
But it's so much more fun to say.
Our visa expired and we had to leave the country, (for some reason, Hong Kong counts) but because of the 3 day flight delay we supposedly got a visa extension.

I'd like to think that they gave us the extension because of the kindness in their hearts and not because some random cranky white woman almost went ape on them because she'd been entertaining toddlers with pay phones and duty free stuffed pandas for nine hours.

But after all of our travel, our kids feel right at home in airports.
Don't believe me?
Ask Salem.



Plus, it afforded me plenty of time to take another picture of my favorite sign in China.


Eden, truly didn't miss a beat. She loves airports and thought that a nine hour flight delay was completely normal. She passed the time by actually partaking of the free meal they passed around.


That photo says so much about my daughter. The mastery level of chopstick skill.
The mantou bun she's eating, of which I've never acquired the taste for. The peace sign she's flashing at the camera, something she's seen every chinese person under the age of 23 do when a picture is taken.

But alas, after three days back home (and not unpacking the suitcases) we headed back to the airport to attempt our trip again. This time, success!
Turns out, Caleb takes after his sister and is comatose on airplanes.


The other two might as well be too.


We spent four days in Hong Kong, one of our favorite cities in the world.
Choice mode of travel in Hong Kong: MTR. of which Eden is becoming quite an expert!


I guess if I were going to be stuck in an airport with three kids for 9 hours, I wouldn't rather it be with anyone else. They're pretty great travelers!

Up next...Hong Kong DISNEY!

When Different becomes the Same

Do you remember that first time that you went to WalMart and saw a person in sweat pants out doing their grocery shopping on a thursday morning and you thought to yourself "hmm...that's kinda strange" but then now every time you go to WalMart you see a person in sweat pants and it's just normal?  You know what I'm talking about?

Or did I just make a really long run-on sentence and you have no clue where I'm going with this?

Well, that's kind of the way things have gotten for us. No...not the grocery shopping in our sweat pants.

The strange-stuff-is-normal part of the story.

Different isn't so different for us anymore. It's the same.

Ok. I'll stop being confusing now. Let me spell it out for you...

Make sense?!

Stuff like this has become normal for us. It's everyday. It's Same Same.

And I didn't realize that it had become our new normal until Brandon's parents and sister came for a visit and they started noticing these oddities.

Since when did it become normal in my world for cell phones AND Fruit Roll-Up to be sold in the same place?

And why don't I do a double take anymore when an elderly couple is waltzing to no music at the park?

How long have I been unaware that I'm taller than most of the "cars" around me?

and when did it become normal for me to buy cooked sweet potatoes out of a "trash barrel" at our local market? they smell so delish...I just can't resist it.

In our world, Same Same parking lots look more like this

and this

And I didn't realize my new world of normal-ness until I had some new eyes around me to see it through.

But then of course there are a few things that will never become normal. And I guess I hope they don't.

Asia trees will always be gorgeous and worthy of stopping to take pictures.

The sun shining. And on our apartment building, no less. It's glorious. I'll never take sunshine for granted again.

Incense burning. I pray it will never be normal to me. It's a good reminder that we've got a long way to go.

All of these photos are courtesy of Brandon's mom. Three new sets of eyes around me last week to notice the "different" in our normal world gave me insight into our version of "Same, Same, but Different."

But please, whatever you do. Don't start buying your groceries while wearing sweat pants. Trust me. It will never be the new normal.

A Thanksgiving to be Thankful For

After Brandon and I got married we had approximately 7 months to prepare ourselves for the "who gets Christmas? who gets Thanksgiving?" issue that married people face. You know the issue I'm talking about. The one where you have to divvy up how much time you spend at his folks' place and how much time you spend at her folks' place...etc...etc...etc...
That first year of marriage we felt that we had an especially difficult time because that particular year all FOUR sides of our family (ie...his dad's side, his mom's side, my mom's side, my dad's side...) were ALL in one city. And it just so happened to be all in one day.

So we did what every brainless couple would do and chose to attend every single event all in one day.
We tallied up about 3 quality minutes with each person we're related to, ate entirely too much turkey and pumpkin pie, and argued each and every minute of alone time we had that day.
We swore we'd never do it again.

Flash forward to a week ago, Thanksgiving day.
We were approximately 12,000 miles from said city where 7 years ago all of our family was gathered...save three.

Brandon's mom, dad, and sister flew those 12,000 miles to spend Thanksgiving with us!

It was a great day. Fabulous. It felt just like Thanksgiving is supposed to. A little chaotic. A little noisy. Food taking longer than it should to cook. An assembly line to fill up your plate. Aunt Terri's bacon wrapped green beans. Everything a Thanksgiving day should include (in my small world.)

Minus my folks, my brother, his gorgeous wife and kids, and my fantastic sister and cool husband.

But because God is so awesome, He provided family here in family's place.

And it made me realize that He's been doing that all along. It took me moving across the world to realize that having four Thanksgivings is something I should be Thankful for.

Now that I'm literally half a world away from all of that, I'd give anything to attend four thanksgivings again. I'd pass Caleb around to all 76 some-odd people that would surely hold him that day. I'd wonder what room Uncle Ron had run off to to read a book. I'd get smoked yet again by Granny in Rats. I'd eat an extra helping of Aunt Susie's dressing just because I could. I'd look like a total moron during Trivial Pursuit at Aunt Jeri's house. And I'd hug everyone really tight because that's what you do when you love people.

I'm thankful for FOUR sets of family. I'm thankful that "his" family is my family. And this year I'm so incredibly thankful that they endured overseas flights to have Thanksgiving China-Style.

We had a full house on Thanksgiving day...


That week we showed them some of the sights of the city.






Eden is unsure of that bright yellow thing in the sky that we so rarely see!


And when we weren't out exploring the town, we did a lot of just hanging out.





The kids opened early Christmas presents.


Salem was pretty smitten with Aunt Nay Nay.



You can't come to China without seeing the Great Wall, right?



And just to make sure that they'd all come back again some day, they each got a turn on the back of our new ride.


(more pictures to come!)

We love you guys and are so grateful you braved a trip to the Big Chicken to spend Thanksgiving with us!

Eat Your Heart Out

My youngest is turning out to be quite the charmer. He knows his smile melts my heart and he uses it to his advantage! Dimples and giggles this cute get him all the attention his little heart desires.







*since there's several comments about the blanket... it was made for Caleb by a friend, Glenda. She's a Jedi-Quilter and has made all three of our kids an incredible blanket. She wanted pictures of Caleb on it so I snapped them yesterday. He was in such a great mood for them that I felt they were blog-worthy. :)

Boring

The other day Brandon and I were watching an episode of The Amazing Race. Something about what they were doing made Brandon think. He turned to me and said, "Our life seems boring compared to this."
We sat and felt sorry for ourselves for about two seconds.

And then I reminded him that every morning he takes our daughter to Chinese preschool on the back of a motorcycle down streets with live chickens.



Turns out...maybe we're not so boring after all.

To the Capital and Back Again

Every now and then we make a trip to the Big Chicken's capital.
Sometimes it's for mere sanity. A big, fat, juicy cheeseburger can really do a lot for your emotional state!

Sometimes it's for furniture shopping at IKEA.

But this time it was for shots. Immunizations. Vaccinations. Whatever word floats your boat.
We threw in some time for cheeseburgers, subway sandwiches, shopping, and wayyyyy too many hours wandering the maze of IKEA...but the purpose of the trip was for Caleb to get up to date vaccinations, and flu shots for the rest of us.

We usually take the train up to the Capital, which can be an adventure in and of itself. This time around, it was thankfully without many stories to tell.


Blog reader, meet Chiner's countryside:


Vast stretches of farmland cover the land between our city and the Capital.

Now, blog reader, meet the exact opposite:


That was our view from our hotel down to the old train station on one of the most muggy/smoggy days I've seen since being here. The day before was gorgeous...which is a rarity around here. So don't let the picture completely fool you. Occasionally, it's a pretty place to live! But yeah, the crowds are the same, regardless of weather. :)

On the agenda was to visit the frighteningly crowded Silk Market to get the kids some new shoes and snow suits for bundling up during bike rides. Salem happened to be sleeping in the stroller during the purchasing of his snow suit. So for his sake (and our own) we didn't wake him up to try it on before buying.
oooops....


Oh well...at least it'll fit him next year, right?
He kept calling himself a fireman.


Eden's fits...though it may not fit next year.


And after our arms were all sore, our bellies were all happy, and new shoes had been bought...we got back on the train and came home. Have I mentioned that this train goes 191 mph? Oh yeah. I forgot that part. It makes a 5 hour car ride turn into a 1.5 hour train ride.


We had almost an entire train car to ourselves on the way home...


That kind of space in this part of the world is a rarity. We took full advantage of it.
Even giving mini-man his own space to stretch out.


All in all...another successful trip to the Capital and back again.