Ella's 4th Birthday

I guess I will take a big jump from Halloween to Ella's Birthday.  We did have a nice Thanksgiving holiday, feasting with the younger Bruschke's and Craig along with some friends from the ward, the Claytons.  Then on Friday we meant the Bruschke's on the east coast to enjoy Carl's Jr and some fun riding in a surrey and walking the dogs--in a Singapore thunderstorm.  We all got drenched, and then dried over the course of the meal.  It was great fun. No pictures though--so sad.


A few days later, we celebrated Ella's birthday.  She has talked about it for weeks and finally she got to celebrate with balloons, presents, cake a her brother and sisters.  There was only a major squall over the balloon with Juliet.  Telling her she would get one in a month on her birthday didn't work.  Nor did telling Ella to try and share it.  She had a "4" cake and as much pink as I could manage to make of her birthday, as she constantly reminds me that is her favorite color.

Family Picture

This was a casual attempt to get a decent family picture that is more currant than others.  It was so sunny before church that the pictures turned out a little darker than I would have liked.  This was the best one I guess.

Halloween

I must admit that Halloween is not one of my favorite holidays, but I'm a good enough sport and we made it through all the festivities yet another year.   It begins with picking pumpkins at the school "pumpkin patch;" very expensive pumpkins imported especially for the holiday I might add.  This orange variety doesn't exist here.  

Then the fun part.  Pumpkin guts we call it.

The final results.  They were supposed to make the face of their pumpkin for this picture. 

 School parties.  This is Xander's first grade class.  Ella got to go to the party and she just fit right in.  

Getting ready for trick-or-treating.  We had dinner with the Bruschke's then headed out into the mobs of people that crowd the streets of the little American community up here.  This year we had a bat, a pioneer, Harley man again, a witch, and 2 ninjas.

Maggie is on a no candy or junk food diet for a year so she handed out candy for Cami.  Abigail and Breann ended up selling water bottles towards the end of the night and made some money.  That was the highlight for her this year.

Hope your Halloween was as spooktacular as ours.

Cameron Highlands

In Malaysia, about a three and a half hours drive up a windy road from Kuala Lumpur, one of the largest cities in the country,  you find verdant, rolling hills of lush teas leafs and cool refreshing air.  My sister and I headed there for a quick get away last week.  We flew 30 minutes to KL and then drove up into the highlands by taxi.  We stayed in a lovely manor, restored into a hotel (although with only 11 rooms it was more like and inn or B&B.)  After resting for a bit, we enjoyed high tea on the terrace of the hotel, drinking strawberry tea and eating biscuits with fresh strawberry jam, as the highlands are also known for growing strawberries as well as tea.  Everything we saw was picturesque.  It was hard to choose which to post.

On the drive up we saw lots of little bamboo huts and things such as these for sale on the side of the road.  The natives in the area, aboriginals they are called here, collect these fruits in the jungle and sell them.

 The drive up to the highest peak in Southern Malaysia was long and windy but worth the ride.  After an amazing view at 6666 feet, we entered the mossy forest.

It is a rain forest that is up so high in the cloud coverage that it remains moist year round, hence all the moss. We had an amazing guide and he called it "Pandora's Box." There are only insects and birds up here, along with a lot of exotic plants.  There really was a sense of another fantasy world about it.  

I wish I remember what these are called, but they are insect eating flowers all throughout the forest.

In the afternoon we drove through miles and miles of the BOH tea plantation, stopping for some tea (peppermint for us,) learning all about the history of tea and how it is harvested, processed, packaged and distributed.  We were surrounded on every side by these rolling patchworks of tea bushes.

 In this picture you can see the blue barracks where all the tea employees live.  They come from other countries and stay for 5 years, cutting tea leaves 6 days a week, all day long.

Cami and I with the old British jeep we toured in.  When the British left, they also left behind a small fleet of Land Rovers.

A local woman harvesting tea.  She will get paid by the kilo after a days work.  

The final stop of the day was at an aboriginal village.  We sat inside a man's longhouse and learned about the customs and way of life of these Malaysians who still live in the jungle and hunt with blow guns, poisoned darts and sling shots.  Cami and I both got talked into trying out one of his blowguns.  He still hunts every morning.  There are no cars here, and it would take about a day to walk to the little town and get food.

 We had a brief shopping excursion at the Central Market in Kuala Lumpur before heading to the airport.

Soccer

Soccer is in full swing now.  Each Saturday starts in a rush to get breakfast, water bottles and all the gear.  Joseph is the assistant couch to Xander's team and assistant couch to Abigail's "dream team" with Uncle Craig as the couch and her cousin Breann on the team.  They are really doing well this season.  I do not have too many pictures yet.  I'll try and get some more action shots.  Both the kids ended up on an orange colored team this year.  

Breann is wearing the blue goalie jersey and Abigail is sitting behind her.  Joseph is giving some halftime advice.

Funny Little Ella

For anyone that has grown up with Dick and Jane, Ella has recently discovered the books I used when I taught Maggie to read years ago.  She wants me to read them to her over and over; only the words are so simple, I find myself making up more complicated stories.  Ella reminds me of funny little Sally in the books with her blond curls.  She is such a lively little girl and always laughing.  I thought I would post some of the funny pictures I have taken of her lately.

Ella coming home from celebrating National Day at school. She has a Singapore flag on her cheek.  After all, she was born here.  And she randomly wore sheep ears to school.

Actually, Ella is supposed to wear a uniform to school.  But she absolutely refuses.  In fact, she insists on dressing herself everyday and this is one of her favorite outfits.  

 More often than not, she is a dog.  She wears a collar around the house and crawls around on all fours, asking me to walk her.  She even attaches a leash to herself. Only, I wish she responded to "no" as well as the dogs do.

 She and Juliet are becoming better friends lately. Juliet will soon have longer and thicker hair than Ella, but definitely not as curly.  I just love how intensely blue these eyes are of my last two. Ella's are really light blue, and Juliet has really dark blue eyes.  Juliet has a very different demeanor though.  She is as serious as Ella is silly.

A Room of One's Own

Well, my room is indeed a sanctuary for me, but I cannot call it my own.  We often gather there for family prayer or scripture study.   The kids hunt me down and find me there.  But I have wanted a place of my very own since I first read Virginia Woolf's essay, A Room of One's Own back in college.  It's not that I'm a feminist or that I mind sharing everything I have, or am not willing to, but before I am a wife and a mother, I have to exist and be comfortable with myself.  I need to make sense of what is around me. That need is fulfilled in writing and reading, recording thoughts and experiences.  In order to do so, I must have a place that is a retreat for me alone where I can "illumine {my} own soul with its profundities and its shallows, and its vanities and its generosities, and say what [my] beauty means to [me] or [my] plainness, and what is [my] relation to the ever changing and turning world . . ."  When I am at my desk thinking or writing, I am clarifying, understanding and growing or merely recording "All these infinitely obscure" but oh so profound "lives." So, I have improvised a little and now have a desk of my own; and it rolls down and locks.  Everything on my desk or around it has specific significance to me and I can as Virginia Woolf asks, "live in the presence of reality . . . to find it and collect it and communicate it to the rest of us."  I guess with all my journals and notebooks, that is what I hope to accomplish someday.

(The watercolor that is hard to see clearly on the wall was painted by my grandfather.  And the candlelit lamp is a unique gift Joseph brought to me from Chicago very early on in our marriage.)

Another view of my room.  I recently acquired this ladder to hang shawls and scarfs on.  They are too beautiful to leave in a drawer.  There are shawls from Thailand, Indonesia, Cambodia, Malaysia and India on that rack.  I wear them all too, occasionally.  By the way,  I didn't pick the lime green curtains in my room.  Those came with the house and there is no point spending money to change them.  I'm used to them now and so I guess they don't look so bad anymore.