Freak Show.
May 24th, 2009Guess who is almost potty trained? We’re so proud! Check her potty-going self out!
Guess who is almost potty trained? We’re so proud! Check her potty-going self out!
We got P’s class photos back yesterday. Take a look. Do you notice anything about P that makes her stand out from the other kids?
…and my husband will have the chicken poodle soup, please.
I don’t know the name of the Korean barbecue restaurant where we had lunch today, but if I were the owner, I think I’d call it Best in Show.
I’m generally an anxious, high-strung person, so the idea of getting a great massage has always appealed to me. Unfortunately, I’m way too cheap to pay more than $20 for one, so it’s likely no coincidence that all my massage experiences have left me even more tense than I was before I went in. My first massage was at the famed Hotel Gellert in Budapest. It cost $3.50 and involved me being forced to first take a cold shower and to then soak buck naked in a steaming “thermal bath” with 20 buck naked, elderly Hungarian women. When I was finally ushered to the massage room, I was placed, still buck naked, on a long metal table, where I was hosed down by one husky woman while a second scrubbed me with a bar of soap that smelled a lot like Lifeboy.
Isn’t it obvious?
I’d like to take a moment to brag about my husband. Just a few weeks ago, I witnessed him signal a server and attempt to ask for the check by shouting, “Mi fan.” Just so you know, mi fan means rice. A few days later, he tried to request a cup of coffee at the same restaurant by asking for “Sumei.” Just so you know, Sumei is P’s best friend. I made endless fun of him for these linguistic gaffes, but I’m not laughing anymore.
This week, I witnessed the same man tell Ayi in Chinese, “We’re going to an art museum to look at art. We will be back home by 3:00. Is this okay?” Ayi immediately nodded and said it was no problem.
Dashan needs to watch out!
I often wonder how much P will remember about her time in China. Given her age, it’s unlikely she’ll remember much. Nevertheless, I’m certain the experience will have a long-lasting, positive effect on her. First, being immersed all day in a Chinese school has allowed her to learn quite a bit of Mandarin. She loves saying, “I speak a little English and a little Chinese,” and she’s beginning to be able act as our interpreter when Ayi needs to tell us something. The other day, Ayi was going on and on about something that seemed relatively important, so I asked P to translate, and she said, “Ayi says Wee P’s feet are cold, and she needs socks.” At the very least, Wee P and her feet appreciate P’s language skills.
Did someone really think this would be a good name for a snack food marketed for kids?
As I’ve mentioned before, P gets lots of attention when we’re out. For a while, she would scream at people who tried to take her photo, but now she’s learned to embrace her celebrity in true Hollywood fashion. We went to the Beijing Botanical Garden this weekend, and when the photogs descended, P flashed them her best smile and oh, so much more.
It just occurred to me that we’ve not seen one single eggroll since we’ve been here. Maybe I should change the title of this blog. Maybe the title should change weekly. Maybe this week’s title should be With Four You Get Very Large Mosquito Bites All Over Your Body.
Update: