Why does all the crazy stuff happen when Dave is out of town?
Or do I just feel like it's more crazy when he's not by my side to share it?
Today I ran to pick up the girls from school, bracing myself against the icy cold wind. We huddled together walking as quickly as we could toward home, and stopped at a little shop to try to find a book for Lucy's book exchange on Friday since the book we ordered didn't come in the mail in time. Lucy had a breakdown when we realized we didn't have any cash to buy the book we lucked out finding. So we were on the hunt for an ATM with Lucy wailing (she was very worried about that book exchange) when we ran into Grace and her friend who told us all the details about one of their teachers who apparently isn't too happy with them because they spoke English in their Chinese class (which quieted Lu right down since she can relate to that little topic). We started home to change and get ready to get back to the school for Max's game, and on the way Lucy got hit by a scooter. She darted right out in front of us to cross the street without looking and plunged right into the side of a speeding scooter (so maybe I should say the scooter got hit by her). Lucy was fine but it was a pretty scary sight to see her all laid out in the middle of the street, glasses strewn off to the side looking up at us in shock while Grace about had a heart-attack for reals, hyperventilating like someone's head just got chopped off and Claire was mad as a hornet that the scooter lady just shrugged and drove away and people were stopped gawking because we made quite a little scene. All of which led us to a good conversation about street safety and to look more carefully in the future. And also a little (big) prayer of gratitude that it was a scooter and not a car and that Lucy was ok. Oh man I'm so grateful.
We had the best time watching Max's basketball game (I'm not sure if I mentioned he's playing on the varsity team here and it's been such a fun thing for him...and us). He made 32 points this game which made it even that much more fun and he had the crowd in his hand as he did some kind of funny/fun plays. Their team is really quite good and they played against a team half their size so we all felt kind of bad about all the points but kind of happy about all the smiles on the court.
We had an impromptu dinner with some friends we love and are going to miss so much...leftovers with funny conversation and then it was into the homework freak-out session where Max lost his thumb drive, Elle is dying over her crazy math class, Grace about hyper-ventilated again because she couldn't find her assignment (which we later found in the trash and spent a while picking off all the dried rice that was stuck to it), and the internet wouldn't work to turn in an AP Literature assignment.
But oh how I want to remember these days! I know they are going to fade so quickly when we wrap up this adventure next week, so I'm trying to keep a record of all we've been doing over here that has changed our hearts in so many ways.
One weekend last month we headed up to Kevin's hometown (Dave's business partner) with he and his family. We loved seeing a part of China so removed from the hustle and bustle of the big cities.
Love those guys so much!
There was something so calming about driving through such open countryside after so much congestion in the city. (It took almost two hours to get out of the city...Shanghai is so darn huge.)
The roads wound around through so many of these tunnels through the mountains.
Kevin took us to a Kung-Fu master to learn a few moves.
All the kung-fu guys:
We went to check out the work of a local "root artist." It was quite amazing I have to say.
We were quite mesmerized by them and then found out the artist himself was working in the back of the museum. We were so excited we got to meet him and see what he was working on.
Here are some of the molds they use to make huge plastic parts:
Growing up we had a garden in the summers.
Each summer we picked which plants we would "grow." I always picked the peas or beans. My brother Josh always picked potatoes. I can't remember what everyone else picked, but I remember lots of hoeing and weeding and harvesting. And I remember sitting in a circle in my Grandma's family room podding those peas or snapping the beans for what seemed like hours.
And then we would eat them up. Nothing so good as vegetables right out of the garden.
My kids know nothing of gardens. So I loved that we got to take them to this great shared garden right close to Kevin's home:
It was rice harvest time as well, and many of the streets were lined with drying rice.
We loved Kevin's little neighborhood.
Right in the middle of the neighborhood was a sock factory.
At first it looked kind of like a jumble but it was pretty amazing to watch these old machines putting socks together.
There is a place where a lot of the famous Chinese movies are filmed close to where Kevin is from.
So of course we had to go there :)
We snuck onto one of the movie sets for a few minutes, which didn't last long. Ha!
We went to this really beautiful ancient town that night.