Showing posts from March, 2013

Happy Easter!

I forgot, we do have one tradition each year on Easter... We take a family snapshot! It's still too chilly here to dress in regular springtime apparel, and I'm still under the weather, so this year our pic features jackets and hoodies instead of the outfits beneath that we semi-tried to coordinate. I'll survive.

Also, today the boys got to snuggle some bunnies. But they did not come home with us, one dog in a high rise is enough in the pet department I think. Happy Easter friends!

Eggs and things

Last night a friend of mine was lamenting about how their child didn't want to decorate Easter eggs this year because at age six, they were "over it" already. I thought back to last year in Macau when my boys got to dye eggs for the very first time thanks to a friend from America whose children couldn't bear to miss that tradition. My boys haven't asked me to color eggs this year, and after nearly thirteen years of being a parent and not taking part in that particular tradition even once, I'm not going to jump in and suggest it now.

The whole Easter egg thing started a long bedtime conversation between my husband and I and how there are so many traditions in American culture that we don't participate in, nor have a desire to be a part of at this stage of the game. Santa Claus and fancy Christmas dinners, the Easter Bunny, St. Patty's Day, the Tooth Fairy, and even Thanksgiving just really aren't part of our family's celebration. I assure you …

No compression

I don't know you guys, it seems like omnipotence isn't something that would enjoyed being compressed. And into a biscuit no less! But I'm not really omnipotent (yet! *insert evil laugh here*), so what do I know. Maybe this makes all that unlimited power portable?

Charcoal Breed Flavour

The long-awaited results of my allergy test are in, but my doctor isn't! She'll be in tomorrow though, so the big reveal of what's causing all these crazy reactions will hopefully happen then. And in related news that will surely surprise no one, it has been four weeks since I was last sick and this morning I awoke to a bright red throat, major congestion, and a fever currently hovering around the 101F mark. Right on schedule. Can someone please stop this crazy roller coaster of waxing and waning health? Because I really, really want to get off now. Thanks.

But here's something to lighten the mood. I'm not a coffee drinker, but if I was, I would probably avoid the kind of coffee beans that are bred with charcoal. Personal preference, really.

Basket Case

I used to wear my babies in a Baby Bjorn, a front carrier that kept my hands free while navigating subways and train stations in Japan and Hong Kong.

This lady has a different approach, wearing her baby in a basket on her back. The kid was happy, couldn't tell if the lady was or not! Considering the straps binding the basket to her back looked like shoelaces, I'm not certain it would be all that comfortable.

Salty Fresh

All three of our lifts (elevators) contain two poster-sized ads, which are changed out every four to five days. For most of them I can only guess what the product is. But not today! Today's product is clearly toothpaste. And a special flavor too. Because your teeth don't feel extra clean unless your mouth is salty!

Happy Green Day!

And also, because he's one of my very favorite people on the planet:

Oh Benjamin.

It's almost painful how very photogenic my youngest son can be when moody. Oh my petulant yet beautiful boy, I love you so!

Sweet Life

First of all, thank you for all the emails and comments regarding the MRI. The results are in and somewhat unremarkable. I (like most people in the world) have a deviated septum. And as it is only slightly deviated, likely not the cause of the recurrent infections, and I lack the vanity to demand a perfectly straight nose, it will stay the way it is. I also have "majorly inflamed" sinuses. I was born in the San Fernando Valley of California, and therefore speak Valley Girl, so when I say majorly (or totally or like), I'm just making conversation. My doctor, however, is from Poland with a thick Polish accent, so when she says majorly, it means extremely. I've been prescribed a steroidal nasal spray to reduce the inflammation, which I'll be taking for the duration of our residence in Shanghai.

Next step is a bit of a miserable one. The doctor is sending me off for an allergy test, for which I need to fast from all antihistamines (Benadryl, Claritin, Zyrtec, Prilos…

Don't Panic

Today I posted the following on Facebook:

"I'm having an MRI today to see if there are answers to why I've been so sick this year. I know it's terribly wrong, but in the midst of the crazy/busy/demanding week I'm having, I'm actually looking forward to the hour's worth of solitude."

I immediately got a stream of comments, text messages, emails, and two phone calls from people worried about me. Whoa Nelly.

The truth is I've had four sinus infections in about eight months. One bad enough to send me to the hospital, and the most recent one needing two rounds of antibiotics and steroids to finally kick it. What will I need the next time I get an infection? As the saying goes, I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired. So after my most recent doctor visit, I was sent to have an MRI to simply rule out any physical anomalies that might be making me prone to harboring these bacterial infections in my face. Ugh.

My doctor gave me a choice of two plac…

Rushing Home

I live in the shadows of those tall buildings in the distance. The one with the hole at the top is the Shanghai World Financial Center, and at precisely this moment, it is the tallest building in China. The building with the cranes at the top will very shortly eclipse it and win the tallest title.

I love to live where I can scan the horizon and see a neighborhood landmark from nearly anywhere in Shanghai. It's a good feeling, even when I have to spend forty minutes in a taxi, crawling my way home through rush hour traffic like this evening.


The temperatures this week are supposed to reach the 70's. The level of health in our home has shot up to near-perfect levels, per our doctor visit this morning. I bought an armful of blossoms from my favorite street-cart flower peddler. And our taxi ride home from this morning's activities was the safest and most careful drive I've experienced anywhere in Asia. I'm certain it had to do with the scent of the flowers mixed with the lovely sunshine in Shanghai. The driver was taking time to smell the roses instead of barreling down the road, one hand on the horn.

Things are looking up!

The Morning Commute