25
November

Happy Day

Finally. I had a great day. Possibly the best day since we have moved to India. It’s a relief, a pleasure, and a promise of more to come.

Goose`s class went on a field trip today, and I accompanied. I was mostly going to try and help with her morning transition to school issues, but they have mostly resolved themselves in the last two days. Resolved to the point where she kept telling me to leave this AM before the group left for the trip! A little part of me was also going to check out other peoples houses. This was the point of the trip, the culmination of their learning unit on house styles. Who doesn’t love peeking in other peoples houses?

There were a number of parents on the trip, so I met a number of new people. The buses were full, so I car pooled with two lovely moms, and had plenty of opportunity to talk with and get to know them a bit. I really enjoyed talking with them and connecting. One of the moms has children in both Woo and Goose’s classes, lils that my lils play very nicely with, and consider friends. We have a full family play date planned with them for tomorrow. I think that Willy and I are more excited about this than the lils.

Our trip went long, so we arrived a school with little time left it the day. On a whim, I snatched the lils and played a bit of afternoon hookie (with cookies). We played, danced, napped and just hung out. The highlight was our daily street hockey game, much to the entertainment of all who wandered by.

The day ended with many giggles, cuddles and a surprise call to one of my best friends. This is normal, and I could get used to it.

I even took a picture that I really like.
The long way out

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23
November

Wordless wednesday – Elephants

Family portrait

Snack time!

I touched an elephant

Birthday thrill

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22
November

This is why I am not a boss

Once I had made peace with the fact that we would be hiring a cook, I very much looked forward to it. I envisioned delicious local cuisine, learning this tips and tricks of authentic cooking, and being able to spend the time between school and dinner with the lils, attention focused completely on them. The woman that we hired seemed to be a decent fit for our life. Her references were good, promising a mix of western and local food and she could come at the same time that our maid does, which minimizes the disruption in my life.

She is a lovely woman, and is very patient with my lils. When they are home, she indulges them, letting them help in the kitchen and generally buzz all around. They clearly like her, which is very important to me. She is also very neat and efficient in the kitchen, which being the opposite of this, impresses me to no end. While I was disappointed that the first meal she made for us was quesadillas, they were pretty much the best ques I have ever eaten. These, and the fact that she was willing to take over the grocery shopping made for a very promising start.

There were, however, a few things that made me raise my eyebrow about her. She arrived on the first day and demanded a salary that was higher than what we agreed upon, saying simply that it was what she made. I let her know that she could work on a (paid) trial for two weeks, and if we liked her enough, we would pay her the salary. She then asked for bus pass money, money to get her bus ID, money for a gate pass photo… all of these were presented in a way that made the requests seem normal and necessary. I agreed, in part because they seemed normal and necessary, and in part because I feel that domestic help is underpaid by MY standards. Then the Friday of her second week here, she came to me with a request for a loan of fifteen months salary. I was caught completely off guard, but managed to tell her that I would have to talk to Willy.

We never really considered the request. While we did learn that such loans are not uncommon, they generally take place when someone has been working for a family for a long period of time and has built a trusting, almost familial, relationship. We barely know this woman. The money requested didn’t amount to a fortune, but it was significant enough that we would be impacted, and exceeded the amount that we intended to pay her for her tenure with us. We said no.

Her request did have what was likely an unintended consequence, it opened a dialogue between Willy and I about her performance. It turned out that neither of us was actually happy with her cooking, we were more indifferent. There was already a lot of repetition in her menu selection, the flavours were all pretty similar, and her Indian food was pretty pedestrian. We were getting much better food at the restaurant around the corner and were “cheating” on her once or twice a week. We were also saddened by the lack of depth in her spicing, and the fact that ketchup and soy sauce were regular and consistent staples in the food.

The clincher for us was that the lils were not eating her food. We felt that it went beyond just taste (though this was a big part of it), and spoke to their need to have some normalcy in their lives. They knew that mama hadn’t made the food, and were not interested as a result. I experimented with cooking for them each night, and they loved the food. They started sleeping better, started behaving better, and were much happier. Despite the fact that we could have worked with her to overcome some of the things that were making us unhappy, we decided that we had to let her go. The immediate change in the lils was convincing enough.

I asked the lils to stay in the playroom on Monday morning and waited for her arrival. When she arrived, I stepped outside with her and told her we were letting her go. I gave her our reasons and answered her questions about whether we were hiring another cook or if she could change her cooking to stay with us. She seemed to accept the answers and then reached into her bag to get a beautiful traditional Indian dress that she had sewn for Goose’s birthday, complete with hair clips, necklace, and bangles. She insisted that Goose keep it, and only asked that I send a photo to her.

I still feel awful.

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21
November

Like I don’t have enough to worry about…

A couple of posts on our community message board caught my eye today:

#1 : On 21/11/11 neighbour one wrote:

Hi all,

My brother who lives in PM (a neighbouring community) saw a huge snake in his living room y’day. Apparently, there are snake catchers in the area who come and take the snakes away without killing them. Am forwarding the phone nos. below, just fyi. Hope we never have to use them 🙂
Here are the numbers:

Closest one:
Mahesh in Varthur:
09916 968 959
09845 714 598

Poorthi: (Old Airport Road)
09844530033

Sanjeev (Bannerghatta)
097 42084335

Mohan (Bhanasvadi)
098 45 080903

The attached video shows how a professional Bangalore snake catcher does his job. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Du3CHIi6QFY

Ciao, neighbour one

Then the second, which followed pretty quickly and made my eyes bug out a little lot .

#2 : On 21/11/11 neighbour two wrote:

Thanks for sharing the info.

In Ozone (our community), you can also call Prestige help desk. Ozone has one gardener who catches snakes. He caught a cobra from our side yard few months back, with a stick, did not kill it. Also, in the help desk office, the snake catchers numbers are printed and put up, so if we can’t find the numbers handy, they can tell us the numbers 🙂

-Neighbour two

I am good with the geckos, spiders, frogs, bees, and other small mostly harmless creatures. No one warned me about the frigging COBRAS in the yard and possibly house!!

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19
November

Three

Dear Goose:

Today you are three. As I listen to you happily singing yourself to sleep in the next room, I am thinking of the year that has passed. You have continued to grow and amaze me, every day. This year brought tremendous change in your life, change you have handled so well. I am so proud of you in many ways.

You have continued to show your love for all of those near to you. You love to love, and give it so freely. A hug from you makes me feel like there is no one else as special to you in the world. My heart swells every time. You do the same for your father and brother too. This is but one way that it is wonderful to see that you and your brother are becoming such great friends, even if it means that you get into oodles of trouble together. I secretly admire the fact that you are now often the ringleader, convincing him to try your crazy ideas. You keep forging your own path and standing up for your self, but do it with kindness and care, and a little bit of your minx-like humour too.

I love to watch you learn and explore. You tackle any task with gusto, and work until you succeed. We can no longer measure the things that you can say or do, because we can’t keep up. Most days bring new skills and accomplishments, or renewed efforts to master tasks that have stumped you. I love to just watch it happen. This year you started skating, riding a bike, swimming with very little help, started school, become a world traveller, and continued to develop into a wonderful little person, running every step of the way.

I love you my amazing little girl!
mama

One pours!
Helping with the baking

At the Iguana Pool
Testing the boundaries (she stayed within them)

Falling Down
Learning to skate

Easter12, noon (5/12)
Joy!

Reading
She comes from a big family of readers

One last day
Hanging with her bud

Big Girl!
First day of school

Mastering it!
Bike rider!

Every time
Monkey faces. Guess whose idea?

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18
November

Adventures in language

Today was a PD day, so we set off bright and early to finally complete our “foreign resident registration”. We were supposed to have completed it within two weeks of arrival, but were clearly behind. It is very much a process, one that involves many steps and much waiting. The keys, as far as I can tell are to arrive before the office opens and line up to be in the very first batch of people processed, and to pay a third party to do all the paperwork and walk you through the steps. We were finished within three hours, which is pretty good.

The lils had to accompany us, and were great through the morning. As a treat, I planned to bring them to the aquarium. They love fish, I love fish, and we don’t have one at home. We have been meaning to go for a few weeks, but this was the first time it all fell together. Sadly, I forgot to grab the address so asked Subbu, our driver, if he knew where it was. He did, and we started driving. About 35 minutes later we pulled up to a small pet store. I am pretty sure that something was lost in the translation.

Subbu is a great driver and this is the first time he has led us down the wrong path in the five weeks that we have been here. He’s a quiet fellow, one who we have quickly become attached too. Both lils love him, and the feeling is mutual. He spoils them, much to our delight. When we are all in the car together, one of us sits in the front, and the other between the lils. We were travelling like this yesterday, when I realized that Willy and I had switched into French, as we often do when we want to talk about something without involving the lils. I explained this to Subbu, as I didn’t want him to think that we were talking about him. He seemed to appreciate the beauty of having a secret language with small children, as he has two of his own. Willy then asked how many languages he spoke, as many people in India are multi-lingual. He let us know that it was just the local languages, only five or six! Somehow the fact that I can barely speak two pales in comparison.

The lils are learning two new languages in school, Spanish and Hindi. They seem to be picking up a little bit, and are intrigued by the idea that they will have a secret language of their own soon. Clearly they don’t realize that I can never seem to figure out what all their made up words mean. We have noticed that the lils have started to incorporate the local dialect into their speech. Some common examples include dust bin for garbage can, bathing costume for swim suit, atta for flour, dahi for yogurt, speed hump instead of speed bump, and flyover for overpass. My absolute favourite is snarl, which is used to describe a traffic jam. They spend much of their time in the car hunting for snarls and delighting when they find themselves in one!

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16
November

Wordless wednesday – at the pool

Painting the pool deck

Kicking

Happy Together...

painting the pool deck

Painting the pool deck

This is my pool.

pool art

Swimming in the big pool.

Every time

Post Swim Cuddles

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15
November

Practice

Woo knows how to write his letters, but he prefers not to. If he is in the mood, he will write his name, and maybe the initials of everyone else in the house, but it generally takes some coaching. He would much rather read letters in his books than write them. Now that he is in school, one of the things he is expected to work on are his letters, upper and lowercase. When school started, we told his teachers of his preferences, but trusted that they would encourage him in their own way. It seems that letters ARE much more interesting at school, and he appears to be doing well in writing.

We weren’t quite sure how well he was doing until Sunday morning, when he was left to his own devices while we slept. The lils have been waking really early each morning. Some days they drag one of us to their beds, some days they crawl into our bed, but most days they just play with each other. On this particular Sunday, Goose was snuggled between us, and I thought that Woo was in his room, reading a book.

I thought I stayed awake, but woke to the sound of excited and happy chatter about their new bean bag chairs, which had been purchased the day before. They chose their own, and both seemed to be in love with them. The first snippet of their conversation that I clearly remember hearing  was Woo saying “So now we won’t get them confused, because our names are on them!” Sure enough, they were.  The letters were perfectly formed, and the printing was very neat.  Guess all that practice is paying off.

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14
November

Security Theater

Pretty much the moment we arrived in Bangalore on our look see trip, I noted the number of guards there were in the airport. It was one of those fuzzy, long day of travel observations, and I didn’t attach much significance to it. Then we arrived at the hotel and they had a gate, guards, a metal detector, and an x-ray scanner for all our bags. The next day we explored some more, and saw many more guards an scanners. During the day when driving in to the hotel and many other businesses, the guards had a mirror that they would use to look under the car and open the trunk to look inside. the trend has continued since we moved here, with us living in a gated and guarded community and many of the stores in the area having guards and scanners at both entrances.

It has done nothing to make me feel more secure, as it took me very little time to see that it is security theater, or something that gives the appearance of increased security, without actually improving security. I have no idea what threat I am being protected from most of the time. The building guards are often jacks of all trades, who perform other tasks in addition to their guarding. It is not uncommon to see them putting away carts or sweeping the floor while trying to screen those entering. When they are not distracted, they often let us pass because they are in awe of the cute lils, or they have seen us before and have deemed us safe. The same goes for the guards that check the cars. They don’t really inspect anything, and often don’t notice anything because they don’t look. I wonder why they bother,

The only person that I know that the securty theater has had an effect on is Woo. Clearly, if there are bars on the windows, guards at home, guards at the stores and businesses, and guards at school, there must be a threat. Woo has ascertained that the threat is robbers, and now asks all the time about robbers, why they steal, what happens if they break in, what would they take, what would we do… the questions are endless. It is clearly weighing on him, even if it is not really scaring him, yet. I am not sure that this is the desired outcome of the increased security presence. It certainly isn’t for me.

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13
November

Outer Shell

When buying eggs, I always open the carton and inspect. Each egg gets a once over, and I reject any dozen that has eggs showing cracks. Secure in the integrity of my eggs, I go home and never think about their integrity again. That is until today, when I set the eggs that I was using in some baking on the counter. They were bathed in sunlight, at just the right angle. The light revealed what was beneath the shell:
Outer Shell

Pits, weak spots and a crack that was not visible from the outside. I noted this, then cracked the egg on the side of the bowl, forever shattering the shell’s integrity. It made me think about my grocery store ritual and how it clearly doesn’t stop me from purchasing eggs with hidden cracks and other weak spots.

We all sport a shell of some sort, one that hides some of our soft spots. Sometimes we have to break that shell, and I know that it is time to break mine. This move has been many wonderful things for us as a family. While we are all happy to be here and enjoying India, it has also meant upheaval and adjustment. We have weathered that pretty well and I think that Willy, and to some extent, the lils, are settling in to a pretty comfortable existence. I’m not there yet. It really hit me when the lils went back to school at the start of last week.

We both knew that moving to India was going to be a big adjustment, that there would be some issues with isolation and loneliness. I thought that I would be OK, and would stay connected with family and friends through talking online and via skype. Unfortunately this has heightened my isolation in some ways. Being in touch doesn’t always bring you closer. Right now, it shows what me what I am missing out on, as it happens. It keeps me at the periphery, getting the beginning or the end of a conversation, but rarely the whole thing. I have become acutely aware of the silence in the middle of the day, or when messages are ignored and unanswered. I feel like I am not relevant. It’s not a nice feeling.

There is no easy way to fix the fact that I miss my family, friends, and life back home. We are starting to build a life here, and I have to figure out how I will fit. This means finding ways to go out an meet people, even by doing things that I don’t normally do. The best way to fill those gaps when I can’t have those I miss is to find new friends here, I just never thought about how to do that.

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