Hong Kong

There is so much I could go through and post to cover our week long trip to Hong Kong over New Year's that the task almost seems too daunting. I have hundreds of pictures to sort though and so many of them good it is hard to choose. We had a great time and learned once again that traveling with 4 younger children is no easy task. We were exhausted upon our arrival home but the trip was definitely worthwhile. Hong Kong is a fascinating place and I learned so much while we were there.

To start off our trip, we headed to the central of the city--the heart of Hong Kong. It was New Year's Day and it was unusually deserted when we arrived, but as the day went along people woke up and started trickling into the streets. We eventually experienced the full force of the population and I have never seen so many people in my life. Hong Kong is made up of Hong Kong island (where the city center is) separated from Kowloon and the New Territories (which is part of mainland China) by the Victoria Harbor. We stayed on the Kowloon side and so the first sight of Hong Kong central was crossing the harbor on the star ferry. It is quite a skyline which is unfortunately obscured somewhat with haze and smog. At night, however, it is most striking with the lights reflecting off the water. We explored downtown, riding the mid-levels escalators through the city, riding a tram to the top of Victoria Peak for a great view, and sitting atop an open double decker bus. We stopped by the oldest Buddhist temple in Hong Kong--the Man Mo Temple. We even ate a popular dim sum place frequented by the locals. The dim sum (or dumplings) are on trolleys and they stop and your table so you can pick out what you want right there. We've grown quite fond of dim sum living over here in Asia and most of us, kids included, are pretty good with chop sticks now. We didn't even have a fork or spoon option here. Pictured below is the Hong Kong city skyline during the laser show that we stayed to watch one night. You also see Abigail and Maggie by the incense burners in the temple. The kids are pictured on the top of the bus, and another picture is of a typical street in Hong Kong. The final picture in this section is the escalators that run though the city center for blocks with "exits" down to major streets below.

On the second day of our trip we stayed on the Kowloon side and spent most of the day at the History of Hong Kong museum. It was so interesting learning about the Opium Wars and the British acquisition of Hong Kong. We also learned a lot about Chinese culture in Hong Kong. Mostly, I learned how little I knew about Hong Kong in the first place.

We also had the opportunity to go the temple of our church which is located in Kowloon. Of course we couldn't go together because one of us had to stay with the kids at the hotel. I went to the last session in the evening and Joseph went to the first session in the morning. Our hotel was 2k away from the temple, within walking distance, but it was dark and so I took a taxi. What should have taken 5 minutes, stretched to 30 and I was only about half way there. The traffic was unbelievable. I kept telling the driver I was going to get out, but we were in the 3rd lane over from the sidewalk and he was really uptight about that. It wasn't like the cars were moving anyway to hit me. He finally managed to pull onto a side street and I jumped out and had to almost run the rest of the way to the temple. I thought for sure I would miss the session and that would be really disappointing, not to mention I only had a basic google map of where to go and it was dark. I was really counting on the taxi driver to know how to get me there. When I finally turned the corner onto the street and saw the temple all lit up beautifully, I felt like crying. It was such a welcome sight. I made it and had a wonderful experience with the few other people there.

We went to church there as well (the temple is a separate part of the same building housing offices and a chapel) on Sunday with a really sweet Cantonese local ward. Several people offered to translate the testimonies for us. After the meeting we walked around the grounds of the temple with the kids. The gardens were small but immaculately cared for with flowers and trees and even a little water fountain. Going to the temple was actually the impetus to the entire trip. It is amazing how being near the temple and in the temple is the same no matter what corner or the world you are in. The comforting feeling of peace and tranquility and safety transcends language and culture. I think when we go to heaven someday, it will feel the same and we will recognize it because we have experienced it here on earth in the Lord's house.

We took the metro to Lantau Island, one of several outlying islands part of Hong Kong, to see the biggest sitting Buddha in the world. We rode the metro to the island and then it was about 35 minutes drive from the metro station through winding, narrow roads and hills--something I didn't expect to see in Hong Kong. There were about 300 stairs leading up to the Buddha and magnificent views from the top looking out to the mountain peaks and the coast. It was windy and cold, another foreign thing to us lately. I was able to scrounge up some warm clothes but not enough. The kids were shivering in their one fleece sweatshirt I brought for each of them. The winters are mild too in Hong Kong; it's just that we aren't used to anything colder than 75 degrees. We ate at an old monastery at the base of the Buddha--some good local Chinese vegetables, spring rolls, and rice.

After visiting the Buddha we stopped by a little fishing village, Tai O. It was tucked away on the coast at the base of the hills and is apparently what Hong Kong was hundreds of years ago. I really enjoyed it there, walking along the narrow streets where the day's catch were out in buckets for sale. The kids were mesmerized with all the sea creatures in buckets, on tarps, dried and hanging at the street side stalls. When someone would stop to buy a fish, the person selling it would weigh it on an old hand scale right there, then chop of the head and clean it all out right on the tarp. Joseph bought the kids some smoked little fishes from a street vendor and they gobbled them right up. They are much more gastronomically adventuresome than their mom. Pictured below are the shacks on stilts, peoples homes right in the water. Also you see the street with all the fish for sale.

With one final day left in H0ng Kong, I presented several options for the children to choose from: Disneyland (which I kind of discouraged because we are going in CA this summer), Ocean Park (a seaworld type park with sea animals and rides) or a really cool hike called "The Dragon Back Hike" where we climb to the top of a mountain, up and down the ridges like the humps on the back of a dragon. The vote was unanimous: the dragon back hike. I was so proud of the kids. It turned out to be an ambitious undertaking with the children and not a hike for the faint at heart. We headed back to Hong Kong island, to the southernmost tip to begin. We couldn't have felt further from a major metropolis. The hike was amazing and all the kids would tell you it was their favorite part of the whole trip. It was long and steep, arduous at times. We would switchback for awhile and then just go straight up the mountain to the top. Joseph carried Ella on his back but Xander walked the whole way. He kept asking, "are we going back to the hotel yet?" I would answer, "no," and he would say, "I don't want to go back. I want to keep hiking on the dragon." Once we reached the top we hiked along the ridge with sweeping views of the South China Sea and the coastline of Hong Kong below. What a finale to a fabulous trip!

Christmas Memories

We had a wonderful Christmas here in Singapore. This was our second Christmas abroad and we had to improvise a little without family around, keeping old traditions and starting some new ones.

One fun thing we did this year was volunteer to do a table at the ward Christmas party. The theme was "Christmas Around the World" and we put together a table about Christmas in Norway. We picked Norway because the Gordhamer's ancestry is Norwegian and I thought it would be a good opportunity to help the children learn a little bit more about their heritage. We had a lot of fun and learned some interesting things as we prepared our little display. We figured out how to make those heart baskets you see on the tree--they are filled with candy and nuts and hang on the trees as ornaments in Norway. We learned about the nissen (or gnomes) that are part of the Christmas fun on the farms in Norway and they also live in the little gingerbread houses. The kids were very excited about and proud of our table.

We also had the annual school concert that the primary division (grades K-2) does at the the girls' school. It is quite a production and again as was the case last year, I was very impressed by the whole thing--the stage, costumes, songs, and preparation that goes into the program. Maggie loves music at school and it was such fun to see her sing her heart out in the show. Here she is pictured (in the very center of the photo) with her class--they did a Singaporean version of Rudolph called "Ling Ling the Red Nosed Reindeer."

We have made it a tradition now as long as we are here to go and see the lights on Orchard Road downtown. Orchard Road is the main shopping road in the heart of downtown (I have referred to it as Singapore's 5th Ave). Each year Singapore picks a theme and decorates elaborately with lights and displays that go for at least a couple of miles. It is beyond anything I have ever seen in terms of extravagance and a lot of fun to see. We go early and get ice cream cones at a Dairy Queen stand, eat them while we wait for it to get dark, and then make our way through the huge mass of people along the sidewalk. It is hard to even imagine how crowded it is--and we even went on a Monday (as opposed to a weekend). This year the theme was "Sweet Shoppe" or something like that and all the decorations had to do with candy and sweets. There were candies hanging from all the trees along the road and giant cupcakes and things displayed at different stops.

Another new thing we did this year was a quiet Bethlehem dinner on Christmas Eve. I must give credit to a friend from Minnesota who first gave me the idea. When I presented it to the kids, they responded with great enthusiasm and helped plan the evening. We dressed up as shepherds looking for Bethlehem, stopping at an "inn" during our journey to sup before making our way to a "grassy field" in Bethlehem where we could learn more about Christ's birth. Pictured below is our dinner at the inn, which consisted our pita bread, hummus, leg of lamb with mint sauce, olives, grape juice, and goat's cheese. Joseph insisted on the lamb even though I was skeptical. The kids loved it--Maggie asked for fourths! I managed to swallow a few bites while feigning to enjoy it. The kids had remarkably insightful answers to Joseph's questions about why lamb is significant in the scriptures and why Heavenly Father sent Jesus to a humble stable and home. After dinner we had desert which consisted of almonds and dried apricots while we read the nativity story from the scriptures, singing hymns throughout. It was a really nice way to bring the focus of Christmas back to Christ and his birth, turning out to be a very special night. And I think we will keep this tradition always.

Santa Claus found us again this year--and boy does he work hard! Look at all those nicely wrapped and arranged presents! And apparently, all 4 of the children were good this year. Of course they all had to wait anxiously on the stairs while Joseph got the camera ready and the lights turned on (no fires here). Ella got a new trolley (that's what they call a shopping cart here) to push her toys around the house. Maggie was very excited about her new American Girl doll Samantha and her Christmas dress. Abigail got Kit, another American Girl doll, for Christmas. Xander was very happy about his new airplane. He spends a lot of time on airplanes for a 3 year old so we thought he would enjoy one of his own to fly.

All in all, we had a fantastic Christmas. I am often overwhelmed as I stop and contemplate during the holidays just how much we have and all the blessings we enjoy.

Merry Christmas!

If I did send out Christmas cards, they would look like one of the following cute pictures Abigail and Maggie recently made on the computer in the Paint program:

(Santa and Christmas Tree by Maggie)

(Christmas Tree and Snowmen by Abigail)

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!

Crusing the Carriageways

So it is official now. Joseph and I are both licensed to drive in the Republic of Singapore. Getting there was a journey in and of itself. All expats are required to obtain their Singapore license after one year. It's not something any of us look forward too. Getting a license involves taking a written test, while we are exempt from the driving test. I often wonder why this is so since driving on the right side of the road and car are a new thing for more than half the world. Joseph passes the driving test first without anything noteworthy. As far as I know, his driving here, albeit way too fast for my tastes, has been impeccable. I, on the other hard, have considered myself fortunate in having avoided several serious mishaps. I'll attribute the incongruity in our driving to three things: One, Joseph has driven here and in the UK before. Two, he is luckier than me. And three, he wasn't pregnant and suffering from extreme fatigue when we first arrived.

Probably the scariest thing I did was flip a quick right from our guard gate where we live around the corner onto the main road; only "rights" are supposed to entail crossing traffic in two directions like our "lefts" in the states. Big oops. There was a bus coming straight towards me and I had about 2 seconds to figure it out. Easy--pull over onto the shoulder and let the bus pass. Problem--there are no shoulders in Singapore. There are no shoulders because it is illegal to break down here. (Okay, that might not be true, but I wouldn't be surprised. There really are no shoulders on the roads here; and by law your car has to be checked out every year and reported to the government. It is illegal to drive cars over a certain age--like 10 years or something like that.) So I quick put the car in reverse, slam on the gas and literally rewind that whole move, flipping back around the corner into the still open (luckily) gate. My heart rate is probably visible at this point. All the other incidents are similar in that they involve wrong right turns.

So the day of my test I am feeling pretty confident. Joseph already took the test and passed. True to our natures, I had prepared and stressed about it at least 3 times more than him, so I figure it shouldn't be a problem. I arrive at the Land and Transport Authority. Every parking lot is gated and requires payment to park--the grocery stores, the malls, doctors, everything. Consequently, every car has a little machine installed in the right corner of the windshield with a cashcard in it. Somehow, this machine and the gate "talk" to figure out how long you were there so the appropriate amount will be deducted from your cashcard. The card usually beeps on entry and the gate opens for you to proceed to find a parking spot. Well, I pull up and there is no beep. No card in the machine. I'm irritated because Joseph must have snatched it out for his motorcycle that morning so he wouldn't have to run get his in the house. My test starts in 5 minutes. I wave a guard down and ask him if I can please pay with cash or something else like a credit card maybe because I just realize I have about $1.50 is all in my purse in change. Cash okay but no cards. All parking lots are not created equal in Singapore. The ritzy shopping areas on Orchard Road cost about $4 an hour to park, while the cheaper local places are $1 an hour. I was banking on this being a cheaper place and within my $1.50 limitation so I nodded and he opened the gate. Next mountain (or molehill), getting a parking spot. Parking spots here are about half the size of a spot in a Costco parking lot and parking in them in an art form. Singaporeans always back into spots. So whenever you see a car parked what I call regular, it might as well have a sign on it that says, "an expat parked here." I find one of my usual spots, the furthest away, because it is next to an empty spot and that is the only way I can safely park my Toyota Picnic.

I run into the building about 2 minutes late. I have my registration slip with me and my "green card" my non-resident identity card that is required to rent a movie, get my hair cut, buy lotion at the department store, etc. (Ob several occasions I forgot it and that is not fun.) I thought I was good. Apparently not. When I present my registration form and my card, the man asks for my passport. Um, I don't have it with me because I don't carry it everywhere because it isn't safe. I must see your passport or you can't take the test. I proceed to get a lecture about how your green card is always supposed to be with your passport. He points to some fine print on the back of my card that says "must stay with passport" or something like that. Well, I have my US license, and my green card, and my registration, and well, here is my whole wallet you are welcome to anything in there that might allow me to just take this test. The same lecture is repeated, the same finger points to the same small print on my green card. Then silence for what seemed like a long time while I await judgement. Okay, I can take the test this time but next time remember to bring my passport and always keep the green card with . . . what he doesn't understand is that there won't be a next time. I read the driving manual 3 times cover to cover. I pass rows of eyes starring at me as he takes me to my computer. I just love causing scenes.

I wish that was the end of our discussion on the issue, but unfortunately I had to suffer through fragments throughout my test--at least 20 of them. They were to my back though as he paced the room monitoring everyone and always took occasion when he came upon me to mumble as he walked by, "you need to bring your passport, you need to keep your green card with your passport." At least I was free to roll my eyes or shake my head while my desire to get out of there greatly increased with each fragment. Consequently, I was one of the first few done with the test. After I collected my form from him, the last thing I hear trailing down the hall behind me was "next time you need to have your passport."

$1.40 to park, I passed the test, and really I am grateful to Mr. Driving Test Official for letting me take it probably when he wasn't supposed to.

Expat Vocabulary List:

petrol: gas for the car.
wind: human gas.
plaster: a band aide
rubbish: trash, garbage
queue: a line, i.e., there is a long queue to get tickets to the movie.
carriageway: a highway
holiday: a vacation. We will take our summer holiday in the United States.
toilet: a bathroom. Please take your child to the toilet before bringing him to class.
baby cot: crib. We will need a baby cot in our room.
straightaway: immediately, or right now. Are we going to eat straightaway?
Good, because I'm hungry. (Maggie said this the other day.)
carpark: parking lot. If the carpark at the church is full you must go elsewhere to park and walk forever to get there. (This is often the case, especially if you are running late.)

All About Ella

Ella celebrated her first birthday on Sunday, November 30. I can't believe an entire year has gone by since I had her. Time really does speed up as our family gets older and we have more kids. I think it is because of all the things going on all the time--not too many lazy afternoons or days anymore. Ella is such a spunky, funny thing. She really does know what she wants and has a fit if she is crossed. For example, she knows where the honey is on the kitchen shelf (she likes to suck the tip like a bottle.) When she gets to it and I have to take it away, I have an earache for an hour to pay for my apparent rudeness. She loves to climb on stairs or chairs. Of course she is a hazard on both these things and I have to stop her whenever she happens to get through a gate left open. Once I even caught her trying to climb over the gate on the stairs. This all comes as a shock to me because I've never had a climber before. Abigail and Maggie both had such different personalities. Abigail was really mild and independent, Maggie more clingy and stuck to me like glue.

For her birthday we took her to a nearby park on the Lower Pierce Reservoir. There is water with trails and jungle around it and a play toy. Ella is officially walking and I knew she would have fun climbing on the playground. When we pulled up there was a group (herd, congregation, family, what have you) of monkeys. Monkeys are just a plain nuisance to us now, but Ella does love monkeys so at first it was kind of cute to see her point her little finger and make a happy noise. She also loved climbing the steps on the play toy and sliding down the slide. She was very content and happy. The other kids were enjoying themselves as well. Then the male monkey, the leader of the pack, decided to come onto the play toy and perch himself right by the slide. This made me nervous because from past experience I know that the male in the family can be very aggressive, not to mention he is significantly bigger than the others presenting a more immediate danger to the small children. So Joseph gets on the play toy (I had the camera and I was taking pictures) and positions himself between this monkey and Xander who was playing happily on one side of the toy. (I just took Ella off altogether.) I think Joseph looked at the monkey wrong or something because He showed his teeth (and monkeys have very sharp teeth)and started swinging at Joseph and making a hissing noise. Joseph didn't budge and made a motion to shoo it away. That didn't go well either. More hissing and swinging. By this time I was begging Joseph to just get away and let him claim his territory--we would go. I wasn't about to let my kids anywhere near the thing now. Joseph reluctantly stepped away and the showdown ended. In Joseph's own words, "I wanted to break that monkey's neck." I suppose I could have snapped a picture of it all, but I was seriously worried he would swing onto Joseph and bite him in the neck and I would have to save him. I guess it was a memorable birthday.

The cake and presents at home went a lot better. As you can see, Ella thoroughly enjoyed her cake, licking the plate and her tray. We were all done taking pictures and eating our cake when I looked at Ella and she had put the plate behind her head. I said, "Oh Joseph look. Quick get a picture." All the kids started laughing and Ella didn't know what she did, but she started laughing too. It was a fun moment. More than her cake and presents, I think Ella sure enjoyed all the attention she was getting. She is sure a fun girl and we are glad she is a part of our family.

Sundays are good for walking

We are lucky enough to have weather year round that is conducive to taking a walk,; thus we have established the routine of taking walks on Sunday afternoons--after everyone gets a nap that is. It is roughly 86 give or take a degree every day here in Singapore with almost daily rain storms in the rainy season (which we are in the midst of now). The rain is brief, pouring down hard for 10 minutes or so then lightening up and eventually stopping altogether after maybe 30 minutes. We have a terrible plastic sheeting over an atrium in the middle of our home that makes it sound like an army is marching through when it rains hard. The landlady had it open to the elements and when we looked at the house we told her that wouldn't work for us. As part of the contract she covered the atruim and everything looked good when we did a final walk-through. And then it rained and we got the surprising shock of how shabby her fix had really been. I'm used to it now and fortunately it never rains hard for long. We have learned that in order to communicate with each other downstairs during such rain we must yell. Just a small quirk. Finding a place to live here was quite the adventure and I'm sure that anywhere would have had some quirk or another. Only when I have people over for playgroup or dinners (like the 26 I'm having over for Thanksgiving) I pray that it doesn't rain!


One of our favorite walks is to go to a nearby park called Bishan. The government here has really made an effort to provide nice parks throughout the island--havens for shade, nature and walking in the midst of a busy metropolis. I like to take Xander there during the week and let him ride his bike while I try to get a good walk in with Ella. Bishan Park is, in a sense, a community backyard and we certainly enjoy going there. We also walk on the paths around the HDB housing right next to us. HDB is government housing which is built and subsidized by the government to make sure that everyone can afford a house. They are tall condo-like buildings. They are not particularly attractive but they eliminate any slums or seedy/scary places caused by homelessness or poverty. They are usually designed with paths going through them, exercise stations, areas to gather with tables and benches, and playgrounds. The kids like to play on the bars at the exercise stations. Xan can also ride his bike on these trails. I have never seen a country so well-planned and thought out as Singapore. We also have two resevoirs right across the street complete with monkies, trails through the jungle and boardwalks right on the water.

Catching Up

So here is my continued effort to keep up with my blog and kids activities. This narrative is probably more than most people other than myself care to read, but my primary purpose is to write a history of us to have as a record throughout the years--one I plan on printing into a book. The weeks just seem to fly by the more kids we have. There is always something going on and somewhere to go. I love it! Abigail is in soccer and loves it. I recently asked her to rate her activities on a scale from 1 to 10. Soccer received a 10 and so did piano (boy was I thrilled about that, seeing that I am her teacher and all.) Gymnastics was a 9. She is a strong girl and coordinated but quite sensitive. This has made it difficult at times as she gets emotional out on the field when things don't go quite as she expects (in terms of her ability to perform.) So soccer has had its good and bad moments. She is on a team with some outstanding players and I think it has been a challenge for her at times to meet expectations. Recently I have been analyzing a little more objectively, or at least trying to, all the different facets of being a parent. I realized that you have to be careful not to live vicariously through your children, expecting them to be the most amazing at this or that because their achievements can be a reflection of you as a parent. My child is amazing at this, therefore I am an amazing parent. I observe parents on the field and I can see how easily this happens. Abigail has tried hard and had fun and that is what is important. She even scored a goal a couple of games ago on a penalty kick. She has a lot of potential and we mostly want her to have fun, get some exercise, and gain some confidence.

Here is a little update since I last wrote about soccer. Abigail had her final game today against the dark blue team. They are the formidable team in the league with big girls and a very demanding coach, the kind that screams and yells on the sidelines not realizing that this is 3rd and 4th grade girls soccer not college. They haven't lost a game and mostly slaughter the teams they play sometimes scoring 12-0 without mercy. Abigail's team played them before and lost 2-4, giving the dark blues their toughest win. So at half, Abigail's team is down 0-2 after playing hard despite being pushed a lot and tired from the heat. Abigail played defense which she was comfortable with. After half the coach moves her to offense. Her team has a really strong offense and she feels a little uncomfortable up there. A teammate passes her the ball and she shoots and misses. A little later, she gets the ball again, shoots, misses, follows it up and scores the first goal for her team. I must have let out quite a scream because Xander, sitting on my lap turns to me and says, "mom, wu (he can't say his "y's" and it is kind of cute) were so loud." Abigail is actually embarrassed about the goal and kind of looks down shyly as her team is cheering. They scored another goal and tied the formidable dark blue team, at least breaking their total domination streak. We were so proud of Abigail. (pictured below after just scoring)

Both the girls are in gymnastics. Maggie originally got involved (based on a recommendation from a perceptual motor coach at the school--Maggie could use a little more practice with balance and coordination skills.) She loved it and it has done amazing things for her confidence and overall well-being as she has had a hard time accepting living here and the school SAS. I think being a part of something has helped her feel like this is her home and her school. She has fun with the other girls and especially loves the bars. She also loves her new gym outfit--black velvet with red and silver stars. Maggie has always had a thing for clothes though. I can still pick out Abigail's clothes but not Maggie. She has a sense of fashion all her own and sometimes rather unique. Abigail observed gymnastics one day and then begged to also go. She especially thought the trampoline looked fun--a special gymnastics trampoline that makes you go much higher than normal (good thing the coaches are always spotting the girls.) She has the strength and coordination so gymnastics comes a little more naturally. She doesn't love it as much as Maggie though, but she is having fun and both will continue throughout the school year. It is expensive, but I have thought time and time again you can't put a price on confidence, and especially in Maggie's case it has been more than worthwhile.

Xander is still just a cute, eternally optimistic kid. He always has to give his dad a hug before he leaves for work. He waits outside for his sisters to get off the bus, then immediately runs up to give them hugs. Each time I drop him off at school, he has to give me a hug and a kiss before I leave the classroom: just an all around affectionate kid. He has been into pirates lately, especially after Abigail and I dressed up as pirates for a mothers and daughters Halloween fashion show for Achievement Day at the church. Abigail checked out a book on pirates at the library and he found it one night after fishing through her backpack. He came running upstairs to me and said, "mom, I gotta read this!" I sat down with him and started "pre-reading" it so I could paraphrase the long narration that went with the pictures. It was all about stealing and killing, pillaging, and plundering. I had to be really creative with my watering down/editing for a 3 year old boy. "Pirates like jewels and they like to fight with swords . . ." I didn't want him to make thieves and murderers his idols. The pirate craze it over and now he is fascinated with knights after he found a Magic Treehouse book with a knight on the cover. Again, he wanted to read it and I had to do some major paraphrasing (it is from a series of books Abigail read last year--about 90 pages with a few pictures here and there.) We love his thirst for knowledge and his love for life. He is always the first one to ask, "are we having scripture study," or "is tonight family night?" even though he is the last one to listen and hold still.

Ella is turning out to be quite a feisty little thing and more than capable of holding her own with a 3 year old brother. At church the other day Ella had the audacity to take one of Xander's animal cookies. He got mad at her and attempted to get it back. This was in sacrament meeting. Ella shrieked in anger and lunged at Xander, taking me completely by surprise with her passion. Almost simultaneously, Xander started screaming back at her. Joseph and I looked at each other in amazement for about a nanosecond (along with a dozen or more heads turned our way) before I pulled Ella off of Xan and he snatched him up quickly and made his escape. Ella was easily placated with her own bag of cookies so I got to remain in the meeting. This is just one example of Ella's feistiness. She will hit, grab shirts or hair, whatever it takes to get her point across with Xan. With the older girls she is all smiles and babbling, then again they don't do anything to upset her much. She even said "Ge," her first attempt at "Maggie" this morning when I told her to say bye bye to Maggie. That is more than she has done for me! (She doesn't say "ma ma" or "da da" for that matter.) She cruises around on furniture and takes steps here and there on her own. Joseph claims she is walking, but no, she crawls still 90% of the time. It won't be long though and I can't wait. The more independent the better I always say when it comes to babies.

Joseph has been gone for the past two weeks and that is no fun for me. With full-time help though I really can't complain like I used to in Minnesota. We have a full-time maid who lives with us, Marifi, a sweet lady from the Philippines. The week of Halloween was so busy I don't know how I could have done it solo. There were school parties, sports, church activities, helping in Maggie's class, play groups, and trick-or-treating of course. This on top of the usual: feed the kids, baths, scripture study, FHE, homework, teaching piano and bed. Halloween was a smashing success. We actually celebrated it this year (as opposed to last year when I was 9 months pregnant.) We went to the school pumpkin patch which isn't quite like picking pumpkins in the farm fields of Minnesota, but it was a pumpkin patch nonetheless and the kids had fun finding the perfect pumpkin and picking out gourds for their room. We took them home that afternoon and then got dressed for the ward Halloween party. With over 100 kids there and their families in a modified church (no cultural hall like in the US) you can imagine how crowded it was. The kid went to different rooms fishing for treats, singing for treats, saying their part for the program for a treat, bobbing for apples and more.

Monday we carved our pumpkins early because dad was leaving for Europe and we wanted his help. We then had a Halloween dinner with our jack-o-lanterns lit, dinner served from a pumpkin, spooky hands and other Halloween treats. Joseph left that night. Halloween day was actually pretty crazy too with both the girls' school parties, gymnastics after school and then trick-or-treating in the Woodlands, the American neighborhood right by the school. It is like a block party, totally insane, with hundreds, possibly thousands of people crowding the streets. The roads are blocked off to traffic even--cars couldn't drive even if they wanted to. We stayed for 1 hour and that was enough to get the kids some candy and get out as it really started to get crowded. The girls were excited because they knew what to expect but Xander walked around like he was in a dream. All the homes were decked out with skeletons, monsters, ghosts and other crazy things. He was in a daze almost forgetting to go and get his candy. You don't actually ring the doorbell here. The stream of people is so constant, they just sit outside at a table with a huge bucket of candy in front of each house and the kids walk up to the table to trick-or-treat.

We all started Chinese tutoring on Saturdays now. The girls work with a tutor for 30 min. each while Joseph and I have a joint lesson with our tutor for 1 hour. After my first lesson I kept thinking how easy it would be to study french now instead! My tongue and throat don't want to make those noises and then the tones. Joseph always reminds me that if more than a billion people can learn it then so can I. We'll see how it progresses. We are going to try to learn characters too. Cargill allows us a budget for learning Chinese and we thought we might as well make good use of it-- a 'use it or lose it' kind of deal.

Besides starting Chinese, some of my other accomplishments this month have included taking all the kids to the dentist on Orchard Road (Singapore's equivalent of 5th Ave in New York City.) The fact that none of the kids had a cavity certainly trumped finding a parking spot and getting them all there 5 minutes early. I am proud to say none of them have ever had a cavity and I do take credit for that. Okay Joseph gets a lot too.

Joseph has returned from his trip and he even managed to hit a Costco in the UK for a 30 minute shopping spree. I told him to get some Christmas decorations--maybe wrapping paper. He came back with 30+ pounds of wrapping paper; enough to last us for the next 10 years at least. What a guy.