Sunday, December 28, 2008

Christmas in Indonesia - Top 10

Top 10 Reasons to love x-mas in Indonesia:

10. Low demand for x-mas hams

9. The ants take care of the cookies left out for Santa

8. Seriously low risk of Santa coming down a working chimney

7. You don't have to water a plastic x-mas tree

6. You can convince the kids that the minor earthquakes are really Santa's sleigh landing on the roof.

5. Hours of fun listening to Indonesians attempt to sing the word "Wenceslaus"

4. Mosquitoes don't just spread malaria; they also spread holiday cheer

3. Prayer call is still at 4:30 a.m., but the mosques blare Jingle Bell Rock

2. New this year: Bird flu-free egg nog

1. After the Hanukkah blow-out, x-mas is soooo mellow

(Courtesy of my husband)

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Happy holidays!

Ho Ho Ho!!!
C has been so much fun this x-mas season. He's singing x-mas carols, talking about Santa daily, writing letters to Santa, counting down the days until x-mas, etc. He was excited for tonight, x-mas eve, to sing songs and leave cookies and carrots for Santa and the reindeer. And of course he is beyond excited for tomorrow morning (and J and I fear the early hour the morning may start).
I have a feeling with him that the Santa ruse won't last many years. He's already asking so many questions about Santa and x-mas eve - why does he go down the chimney? will he still come even though there's no snow? how does he fit all the presents into his sack? - that I guess he may figure it out early. I hope he doesn't, but he's too smart for his own good sometimes. I already think that next year we'll need to make sure to wrap Santa's presents in all different wrapping paper; I can just imagine him asking us how the gifts from Santa and his family are wrapped the same.
LC on the other hand doesn't have a clue. But I'm sure tomorrow morning he'll have a grand time ripping open the presents and playing with all the new toys. Unfortunately he has no patience whatsoever though so I'm imagining some temper tantrums as we wrestle with the god awful wrapping manufacturers cement their toys in.
And now J and I need to finish wrapping a few gifts, fill the stockings, and have a night cap.
Wishing you a lovely x-mas eve and a very merry x-mas (or Hanukkah or Kwanzaa or whatever you may be celebrating this time of year)!


Sunday, November 9, 2008

Dear Santa

It feels a little early, but C's school is having their annual Christmas charity celebration (it's a festival for the kids and their families, and the money is donated to a couple local charities) later this month, so we are starting to get in the holiday spirit. He even came home from school last week singing Christmas carols! C has also been drawing pictures (and they're recognizable!) and writing his letters a lot lately so I thought this year we would write a letter to Santa. It's awfully cute! (And for those of you who have no clue who Silaray (sp?) is, it's a character from Ben Ten, which is a show on Cartoon Network that C and all his friends love).




Spiderhalloween

C is so into the superheros right now that there was little discussion about who he wanted to dress up as for Halloween. At first he wanted to be an astronaut, and I was so excited that it wouldn't be Batman, Superman, or Spiderman. But, in the end it was back to the Superheros, and the lucky winner this year was Spiderman. Since we were away the week before Halloween I didn't have much time to get LC's costume, so I took the easy way out and he went as a Spiderman too.

A few friends in the complex and I organized to have trick or treating the night after Halloween. They all came over beforehand for dinner and it was a bit chaotic, but fun. Then the kids busted out of here (they could NOT wait!) and joined the other kids from the complex for trick or treating. This was also the first Halloween for some of the international kids who live here, and they and their parents were especially thrilled with the night. It was a smashing success and C and LC had a great time! LC even got the hang of it after a few houses, so much so that he just kept taking more and more candy from the bowls! Then, about 3/4 of the way, he just got too tired and sat down. And that was the end of Halloween for the night.
At a friend's house for a kids Halloween party

Right before leaving for trick or treating. C was not happy about having to wait even one second more!

Monday, November 3, 2008

The Big Day

In honor of Super Tuesday, we'd like to officially cast our ballot:


On a side note, we did already send in our absentee ballots, not that it will matter much in Maryland.

Monday, October 20, 2008

100th post

This is my 100th post here on Indoprism! Yippee! I think a celebration is in order... While I've had some lulls, I'm pretty happy that I've kept the blog going for almost 2 years. I still want to start a "style" type section similar to dooce.com, but have it focus on Indonesian and Asian style/design/photos. Hopefully I'll start that someday soon, probably next year. Right now we're busy preparing for our trip to Cambodia next week and J's sister's visit, plus trying to get through my 'to do' list that seems to be permanently stuck on 18 items.

Happy 100th post Indoprism!

C'isms revisited

We had a couple of gems this past month, both during a bathroom visit. There are occasional times during my life as a mother of boys when I'm just not sure how to respond. I've decided to mostly take an "acknowledge, and move on" approach to these occasions, and hope for the best.

C: "Look at how long my penis is! Why is it like that?"
Me: (thinking, um, um, um, oh god how do I answer this?...) "I don't know, it just does that sometimes."
C: "I guess it's a magic penis!"
Me: (thinking, ah! so this belief starts when they're boys!)

During another bathroom visit:

C: "I have 3 poops. A big one, a medium one, and a small one. It's like a family!"
Me: (trying not to laugh hysterically) "Yep, a family of poops."

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Climbing Krakatau

The adage "if you can't beat 'em, join 'em" popped into my head last weekend. I thought of this as I was hot and sweaty and dirty and tired, and climbing up the side of an active volcano. Because, if you live on the ring of fire, why not climb an active volcano?! If you're surrounded by volcanoes and scraping tectonic plates, why not tempt fate just a little bit more.

So that's exactly what we did. We joined a group of friends for a long weekend out of Jakarta, about 4 hours southwest of Jakarta on the west coast of Java. We spent the weekend at a sailing club on a peninsula called Tanjung Lesung. The beach was pretty nice, quite a bit of coral but plenty of sand for nice walks and sand castles. The water was also quite calm so C was able to play in the ocean by himself, which he seemed to really enjoy. The lodging at the sailing club was very, very basic, and overpriced in my opinion. But it was roomy and the open air restaurant had good food and was a lovely place to sit and relax, have a cold beer, and lose yourself in the sound of the ocean. The place was also extremely quiet and we didn't have to listen to traffic or the mosque for 3 glorious days. There were also huge grounds, and C and LC had a fantastic time running around and exploring.



On Saturday morning 8 of us headed off in a speedboat for Krakatau; we left the children behind as this was definitely a non-kid friendly outing. The boat ride there took about 1.5 hours. It was a bit choppy and most of the way I was fantasizing about big boxes of Dramamine. Fortunately though none of us lost our breakfast and we all recovered once we landed. One of our friends on the boat is a geologist so lucky for us we heard some history of Krakatau and lava and magma pipes, etc. Krakatau was quite striking, to say the least: an island fully consumed by a volcano and as barren as a desert, with hardened lava at it's base, rising out of the ocean 100 miles from land. Knowing its history made it even more amazing.

Anak Krakatau

Actually, Krakatau doesn't really exist anymore - it blew itself up in 1883. The explosion was heard as far away as the island of Rodriguez, more than 4600 km away (and is the loudest sound ever recorded), and sent up ash 80km high which fell on Singapore 840 km to the north and on ships as far as 6000 km away. In the explosion most of the island fell into the ocean, which sent tsunamis to Java and Sumatra, destroying 165 villages (Lonely Planet). Before the explosion Krakatau was estimated at 2000 meters above sea level with a radius of 9 km.


What remains of Krakatau today is about 1/3 of the original island, called Pulau Rakata, and Anak Krakatau, which means child of Krakatau. Pulau Rakata distinctly shows visitors just where the rest of her broke off (see below) and is covered in heavy vegetation. Anak Krakatau is the growing, active volcano you see above. Anak Krakatau has been growing out of the sea for the last 80 years, and regularly belches smoke, ash and lava. Rumblings from this volcano can be heard in W. Java, 50 km away. It is about 200 meters above sea level and has a radius of 2 km (wikipedia).

Pulau Rakata

We boated through where the mighty Krakatau once stood, and it was hard to imagine there once stood a volcano there 2000 meters high. We circled around Anak Krakatau, seeing the crater from where smoke and lava emits, and seeing where the lava spills into the sea. The boat landed on the eastern side where there's vegetation. Our group hiked up the side of the volcano, which was HOT! The sand is grey/black, and the intense heat emanates both from the sun above and from the sand below. The steep gradient, the heat, and the sand made the hike challenging, although mercifully not very long (1/2 hour). We couldn't hike all the way up the volcano; it is too dangerous to get too close to the crater. In the end it was worth the climb, but it wasn't exactly "fun" while we were doing it.

The crater on Anak Krakatau

Midway up the volcano, looking out at Pulau Lang

J's legs after the climb, covered in black sand

After the hike we had a picnic lunch and then the boat took us over to a nearby island, Lang (I think) for snorkeling. It felt great to get into the water after the sweaty, dirty hike. The snorkeling itself was fine; the coral was nice but we only saw a few interesting fish. Then it was time to return back to Java. We had been warned that this stretch of water can be rough and that we'd have to return a bit early because it was expected to be bad. But none of us was quite prepared for the crazy 2 hour journey back. The boat was constantly hitting waves that sent it airborne before crashing back onto the sea. We all had to continuously hold onto the boat for fear we'd be thrown out. Many of our friends' rearends were sore for days afterwards. We were also all wet the entire ride home from the sea spray, and our friends in the front of the boat had to stand most of the way so their backs wouldn't get broken. We were actually enjoying about the first 15 minutes. It was just so crazy and ridiculous and we were all regularly crying out "ohs!" and "ahs!". But then we hit a wave that sent us sideways and suddenly it stopped being so fun. I never felt like we we were in danger, but I was very happy that we had a good, sturdy boat and experienced drivers, and that the sky was clear.

All in all it was a great adventure, but definitely only a once in a lifetime experience.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Ramadan again

I was about to write a whole post on the holy month of Ramadan, which we are 10 days into here in Indonesia (and for all devout Muslims around the world), and then I realized that I've been writing this blog for well over 1 year and probably wrote about it last year. And I did! Yippee! That's one post I don't have to write because if you're interested to know more about it you can go here to see what I wrote last year. Not much has changed since last year. The biggest change is that we moved to a new house in a complex last year, so our neighborhood isn't nearly as noisy. We can still hear the mosques, but they aren't as loud and we can no longer here the neighborhood "festivities". Since we're non-Muslims and we're in a huge cosmopolitan city, Ramadan doesn't change our lives in a big way. There are a few minor inconveniences here and there, but compared to what our Muslim neighbors are doing it is nothing. This year for Idil Fitri we will be staying in Jakarta. We were late in our planning this year and by the time we looked into getting away airline prices were already pretty steep. Jakarta will pretty much shut down for the 2 days of Idil Fitri, as in, I don't even think we can order a pizza or go to the grocery store. So it's a good time to get away, but on the other hand it will be nice to live in such a quiet city for once!

If you want to read more factual information, you can click here. I "get" the principles behind Ramadan; I can see how fasting all day and sacrificing sleep could make one more humble, more patient (maybe), more faithful. But, I also think it's crazy. I can't imagine not being able to drink a glass of water for 12 hours straight, all the while working, taking care of children, tending fields?! Plus, in order to eat enough calories to last throughout the day, you have to eat a lot during the night. So, you're eating at the expense of sleeping. I understand that during the month of Ramadan people will eat on and off from 6-9 p.m., and then sleep until 3 a.m., when they will wake up and start eating until the sun rises about 6. That's 6 hours of sleep every night for 30 nights.

That's gotta take a toll! There have been plenty of sleep studies showing that people need an average of 8 hours of sleep/night and that sleep deprivation makes people overly emotional, less capable of working machinery and doing general tasks, influences the brain's ability to make memories, etc. It makes me wonder just what a month of fasting and sleep deprivation does to people and to their country as a whole with regards to productivity, incidences of traffic, home and industrial accidents, etc... If anyone comes across any studies looking at this, let me know!

So, as you're enjoying your 8 hours of sleep every night (hopefully!), your morning coffee, your lunch, that refreshing glass of water during the day, just remember that during the entire month of September millions of people around the world are not...

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Birthday


It was my birthday on Sunday. We started celebrating on Friday night though with presents and my favorite chocolate cake in Jakarta (from a place called Gourmet Garage). Then on Saturday J and I stole away to a hotel in the center of Jakarta for the weekend. We spent a lazy day shopping, getting massages, relaxing at the hotel, and enjoying a delicious dinner at one of our two favorite restaurants in town (we went to Scusa, the other being Blowfish). The best part of the meal was that I discovered why people think tirimisu is such a big deal, because when it's done well, it really is a big deal (see photo above)! Yum! We slept in on Sunday, although unfortunately didn't sleep well, thanks to the idiot who kept calling my phone at 5 a.m., even though it was obviously a wrong number! We then enjoyed a lazy brunch and then headed back home to take care of the troops. And that's when my husband informed me that the "festival of B" was over. So sad.

So yeah, I turned 36. I've decided that this must be the official start of middle age. At least that's the way it feels to me. I'm on the downward slope to 40, I can't get away with saying I'm in my "early 30's" anymore, when life held the excitement of starting my career in earnest, buying our first home, having children. Now we've been there - done that. What makes the late 30's exciting and spectacular? I don't know...compared to our early 30's and our 20's it doesn't feel like much. Granted there will be another big move in there at some point, either back to the US or to another country, but other than that, it will be about career development and the kids getting older, but "excitement" doesn't come to mind. Don't get me wrong, I'm not depressed about turning 36, just reflecting on my life thus far and feeling like I've entered my era of middle-ageness (yes J, I know that's not a word). I guess that's all ok, in a kind of mundane way.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Sports and such

Wow, wasn't the Olympics fantastic this year?! So many amazing athletes and exciting races, so many great events. The summer Olympics are my favorite because gymnastics is by far my favorite event, plus the swimming, diving, and track and field events are so good too. I just spent hours in front of the tv because it was just so exciting.

Oh wait! No, that wasn't me. I must have been dreaming about seeing the Olympics. Because, even though I am just one time zone away, even though I could have watched the Olympics in real time, I didn't see any of it. Not one single event. Not one flip, not one relay race, not one breathtakingly close finish. Why you may ask? Because Indonesian cable did not carry the Olympics this year - too expensive is the reason I heard. So while you were all glued to your tv sets watching the US of A take home the most medals of the Olympics (although China took home the most gold) I was here languishing in my pathetic pity party wishing that I too was enjoying the sacred Olympics. So alas, I will have to wait another 4 years before I get my fill of Olympic fever (winter Olympics doesn't do it for me nearly as much). Boo hoo hoo!

NBC has exclusive broadcasting rights in America to the Olympic games and pays dearly for this right - 600 million dollars! This amount makes up 40% of the total Olympic committee's budget. I'm not exactly sure what Indonesia would have had to pay, but I think it's about 1 million US$. Definitely not pocket change, but you'd think they would be able to make it up in advertising, especially considering Indonesia's favorite sports are represented in the summer games.

On to some little tidbits of sports trivia. Indonesia took home 5 medals this year. Two of these medals (both bronze) were in weightlifting. The other 3 (a trifecta - gold, silver and bronze) were in badminton. Had no idea, did you? Indeed, Indonesians are brilliant badminton players. They have won a gold medal in badminton ever since the sport became an official event in the 1992 Olympics. They also regularly win championships in badminton around the world, such as the All England Open Badminton Championships, the Thomas Cup, and the Uber Cup. I have yet to see a game here, but hopefully I will before we leave.

Indonesians also love soccer and it is the most popular sport. The Indonesian team has always qualified for the Asian Cup but has had only limited success. I don't think the Indonesian soccer team has ever made it into the Olympics. They also play Australia Rules Football here, although only in Australian clubs. No Indonesian team has ever played in the Australian Football International Cup.

And evidently they are good at weightlifting - that was news to me. There are a few stables around Jakarta and I know there's a polo team so equestrian sports is somewhat popular. When we went to Bandung a few weeks ago we saw a bunch of cyclists riding up the mountain, so I think cycling is somewhat popular here as well. Then of course there's golf. There are tons of golf courses in and around Jakarta, and really all over Indonesia. It's a popular sport, although I don't know how popular it is with Indonesians. The courses are pretty cheap too, so if you're a golfer this is a good place to come!

Course at Bali Golf and Country Club, rated one of Asia's 5 best courses in Fortune magazine

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

USA visit - first half

I think I just have to catapult myself into this daunting task of writing about our enormous trip. And it really was enormous, in every sense of the word... From the long, oh so very long flights over and back, the feelings of exhaustion, the number of people with whom we visited, the number of activities, the amount of fun we had, and did I mention the exhaustion? It really was an enormously fun trip, but we definitely won't do this more than once/year.

The trip sort of got off to a bad start. We took a night flight from Jakarta to Tokyo, but no one slept well so by the time we arrived in Tokyo (8 hours later) we were all already exhausted. Our layover in Tokyo was 6 hours - far too long and in the wee hours of the morning. J and I were able to take a shower in Tokyo though so that helped to revive us bleary eyed parents. The flight from Jakarta to Dallas (12 hours) would have gone fine except that the kids slept at completely different times, so we never really got a break from the kids. One of us always had to be "on", and the other one who should sleep couldn't really sleep. After a few hour layover in Dallas, where we had to go through immigration and where J got pulled aside (he's such a criminal you know) for having been to Indonesia, Philippines, and New Zealand all in one year (a certain red flag evidently), we were off on yet another plane to Minneapolis (2 hours). By the time we arrived in Mnps, we were beyond exhaustion. My poor father, who drove 2 hours to pick us up and who was excited to tears to see us all, had to wade through unintelligible conversation in the airport and a completely passed out family of 4 on the whole drive to Eau Claire (LC never woke up from when he fell asleep on the airplane, C made it about 3 minutes into the drive before he fell asleep, and J and I made it about 5 minutes...pathetic).


And this whole trip was in business or first class. I know, I know. Totally and completely spoiled, I KNOW! And yet it was still quite miserable! I can't imagine how much worse it would have been in coach. And no, we're not able to afford first class tickets to/from Asia. J racked up a ton of miles for his job and first class actually isn't much more than business class, and yet it's soooo much nicer: 5 course meals on real china, ice cream sundays that they make by your seat, Bose headphones, real quilted blankets, and of course chairs that fold completely flat to make a pretty comfortable bed. It was so awesome. This will probably never happen again, and it was almost glorious. "Almost" glorious because the damn kids ruin things every time! :)

C enjoying his first class seat

The kids and I stayed in Wisconsin with my mom for over 2 weeks, but J had to go to NC for 1.5 weeks of work (but his ticket was paid for so we couldn't complain too much). J stayed long enough in Wisconsin to get over the worst part of the jet lag and to help me get the kids over the toughest parts. He also stayed long enough to celebrate LC's first birthday party. My little love is a one year old already, I can't believe it! We had a very nice party for him and my dad and mom and cousins and second cousins and aunts and a friend from Peace Corps all came to help us celebrate. C seemed to have a good time playing with his second cousins (is that what you call them - they're my cousin's kids...?) and we had such a nice time catching up with family. My father's side of the family lives mostly in Wisconsin and I try to see them every time I go "home" to Eau Claire. They are a really incredible group of people and I always enjoy spending time with them.


LC blowing out his bday candles with a little help from his big brother


The weather was perfect the entire time we were in Wisconsin. It rained only once and otherwise it was sunny skies and in the 70's/80's. I couldn't have asked for better weather. We were quite busy during our 2 week stay. I thought we would do a lot of relaxing and this would be our "down" time, but instead we had a lot of people to visit with and there were a lot of activities we wanted to do.

Once we took a couple days to rest after our flight, we went to the farmer's market. I really miss farmer's markets. This has been surprising because in every other developing country I've visited or lived in, going to open air markets/farmer's markets is a part of life. I fully expected that we would be buying all of our produce from open air markets here. Instead, we get everything from the super market. I also did a lot of indoor shopping during our visit. Every time the kids took a nap and some evenings after they went to bed, I'd race around town trying to get some shopping done. We can actually get just about everything in Jakarta, but not in one place and not always for a good price. Plus, we can't get American medication in Jakarta and most of the clothes are made for tiny Indonesians. It's a bit cruel to go shopping here and find you're an XL, when you're really a S or M! So, instead of spending days driving through horrible traffic in Jakarta to get some of the items on my list, I saved it up for our visit to the US. And although this was still time consuming and ate into my relaxation time, it was a lot of fun. I went to Target like 10 times, it was awesome. I'd practically give my right arm to have a Target in Jakarta.


Before J left for NC we were able to take in a Cavaliers baseball game, the Eau Claire home team. The games are very quiet and hometown, and perfect for 2 small kids. C enjoyed running around the stadium and playing with the new camera his Peepa had just given him, and LC had fun "walking" up and down the stairs and charming the other attendees. And they even watched the game once in a while... C also got to go to his first circus! We had a great time watching all the performances, eating cotton candy and slushies, and going on pony rides. C's favorite performances were the acrobats and the motorcycle show. I thought he might be a little scared of the whole thing, but he was instead enraptured.


A main activity during our stay in Eau Claire was to spend as much time as we could outside. This included many walks around my mom's beautiful neighborhood and several visits to playgrounds. One of the things we hate most about Jakarta is the lack of green space in the city. Neighborhoods do not have community parks and playgrounds like many communities in the US do, nor do streets have sidewalks or any public green spaces. And with 2 young kids and 2 parents who really enjoy walking around outside, this is a problem. Fortunately we live in an area of Jakarta that has 2 outdoor playgrounds and 2 indoor playgrounds within a 5-10 minute drive of our house. The downside is that we have to pay to use them, but at least they're really nice (the outdoor playgrounds have water features like slides and sprinkler type equipment). But still, I really miss just being able to take a long walk in a quiet, peaceful, and nice smelling area (Jakarta does not smell good), and then to stop at the free playground on the way home. Therefore, while we were in Eau Claire we made sure to take a lot of walks and to visit the wonderful and free playgrounds that dot the city.


As part of our quest to be outdoors, we also went to a few outdoor concerts. This was among my very favorite activities during our visit to WI. The university puts on free concerts every weekday at noon during the summer, and again a couple times in the evening during the week. So we would walk over (my mom lives a block from the university) and plop down on a blanket, listen to some good music, and let the kids run around. Another venue, Phoenix Park, opened up a few years ago and they also hold evening concerts during the week in the summer. These free concerts are very well attended and there are a lot of families there. Many of the young kids go down to the area just in front of the band and dance and play with bubbles, etc. And C, being the Leo that he is, joined them in the fun. He's a pretty good dancer too! There is nothing even remotely like this in Jakarta...


C enjoying an outdoor concert with Peepa

We also spent a day at our friend's house on a small quiet lake about 45 minutes north of Eau Claire. The lake doesn't allow motorboats so it is so wonderfully quiet and peaceful. We took a canoe out onto the lake and looked for frogs on the lillypads, and just enjoyed the beautifully fresh air and peacefulness. I've grown up most of my life knowing these friends of my mom's, and they are among my absolute favorites. It was a glorious day to spend all day with them relaxing by their lake.


We also spent a lot of time visiting with a few of my friends from high school who either still live in the area or came home for a visit. It's amazing to think we've been friends for 20-25 years, and that we still enjoy eachother's company so much. And speaking of long friendships, I also got to see friends of my family who I've known since I was about 7 or 8. I love meeting new people and making new friends, to learn about their experiences and their lives, but there is something so special in being able to maintain friendships for so long and to have such history with people. I value these relationships so much and feel so lucky to have these people in my life, and that they're willing to make the effort to maintain a friendship with me despite my seeming desire to live so far away! And of course, it was wonderful to spend so much time with my parents and for them to see their grandsons as much as possible. We had a fabulous time together. And my brother even flew out from Washington state for a weekend. C and I hadn't seen him since C was 4 months old, so that was a very special weekend. The most important reason for this whole visit was to reconnect with our loved ones, and I'm so glad we did. It took an amazing amount of effort, but it was well worth it.

I still have to write a post about the second half of our visit when we went to Baltimore and DC. Who knows when that will happen, but hopefully it won't take me over a month like it took me to write this one!

Monday, August 18, 2008

Happy Independence Day Indo!

Yesterday, August 17, was Independence Day here in Indonesia. This date marks the declaration of Indonesia's independence from the Netherlands in 1945. The Indonesian National Revolution lasted for 4 years between Indonesia and the Netherlands, as well as some internal conflict. Fighting during this time was sporadic but violent and was one of the largest revolutions of the 20th century. The Dutch military was able to prevail in the urban areas of Java and Sumatra, but unable to do so in the rural areas throughout the country. Outside forces also influenced Indonesia's eventual success. The Netherlands was crippled by losses during the second world war and were therefore unable to pour a great deal of resources into their fight to hold on to Indonesia. In addition, the United Nations and the United States both supported Indonesia in their quest for independence. The revolution came to an end in 1949 when The Netherlands officially recognized Indonesia as a sovereign nation. If you're really interested in this topic, you can go here for a lot more information.


Indonesians take a great deal of pride in their independence and there are flags and banners all over Jakarta. Indonesians celebrate with food and family like Americans do, but grilling out is definitely not a part of the tradition. Most of the neighborhoods (and I suspect villages) in Jakarta organize their own small celebrations, and have many games for the kids to play (like potato sack races, water bobbing, etc) and have music and parties. You can also hear kids lighting fireworks throughout the night, but I don't think there's a large fireworks display hosted by the city or national government.


For us it's been a quiet and relatively lazy long weekend. Saturday we took C to see the movie Wall E, which he seemed to enjoy quite a bit. He got upset whenever Wall E was in trouble, but for the most part he laughed a lot. Saturday night J and I spent the evening saying goodbye to our very good friends in Jakarta who are moving to Oman. We're extremely sad to see them go as they're amongst a very small handful of friends who we really enjoy and can relate to, and who we really like all members of the family. Sunday we took the kids to Ancol, where Seaworld is, and had fun going through the tunnel (where you're surrounded on 3 sides by water with fish, manta rays, sharks, tortoises, etc - LC especially loved this!) and then taking a gondola ride over the beach and amusement park. And today is a lazy day (both boys are taking a nap, how wonderful!) and later today some friends will come over for a bbq. All in all, a good weekend.


Tuesday, August 12, 2008

A bit more on LC

LC forgot to show you some more new skills - here he demonstrates riding a bobby car and saying his favorite word, ball. (And by the way, why does a mother's voice get so annoyingly high when she's talking to her child, especially on video?! Actually, I know it has to do with babies being able to hear higher pitched sounds better, which is mother nature's cool way of helping babies to learn sounds, but you'd think by 1 year of age that might stop... sorry about that.)



We also had some studio portraits taken, and while they turned out alright, they would have been better had LC wanted to stay in one spot for more than 2 seconds. However, things went better once we discovered some balls. I'll be shocked if this kid doesn't grow up loving sports...


Friday, August 1, 2008

LC's new skills

I'm almost 13.5 months old and I can do lots of things! My biggest accomplishment is walking. I've been taking my own steps since I was in America in June, right around the time I turned 1. But, I haven't had the confidence to walk all the time on my own until just about 1 week ago. But once I started I don't want to do anything but walk and I rarely want any help and I almost never fall down. I was just waiting until I was really good at it before I decided to walk all the time. You can see me walk right here!

I can also say some words, sort of. I can still say my first word, "mumum" but I don't say it very often anymore. I also still say "up", which was one of my first words, and "mama" too. My favorite word is "ba" for ball. I say it all the time because I LOVE balls! They're my favorite toys! I also say "bu" for book, and "boo" for shoe. I love shoes and socks. But I say "boo" for just about everything. My mom even calls me "boo boo" sometimes cuz I say "boo" for just about any word I don't know. But I definitely say "boo" for shoe. Oh, and I say "this", and I like to point to things and say "this". That's about all I can say, but I'm understanding a lot of things!

I'm also a good little pitcher like my brother. My parents say I have a great arm, and I think they secretly hope that one of us will become a major league pitcher. Well, probably more my dad than my mom, but they both think it sometimes. I like to splash in the water a lot too and I like to go swimming. Mostly I like to try to do all the things my big brother does. I know I can't yet, and that makes me frustrated, but I still try!

I have definite opinions about things. Like when my mom or dad tries to feed me something I don't like, I scrunch up my face and shake my head from side to side and spit it out. YUCK! And I get very upset when I don't get what I want. I even throw fits and my parents laugh about it, but they try to hide that they're laughing. That doesn't make me happy either. I take my mom or dad's hand to take them somewhere when I want to go somewhere, like outside. And I won't let them read me a book that I don't want to read. I have revolving favorite books, and they have to read those books to me or else I won't let them read. I push anything away that I don't want! My favorite books right now is an animal sounds book with lots of different animals and the sounds they make, and a picture/word book of lots of different objects. My mom says it was one of my brother's favorite books too.

So now that I'm 13 months old I can do lots of different things! I'm a toddler now!

C turns FOUR!

My first gorgeous son turned four years old today. I can hardly believe it. We've had a wonderful day and I'm just so proud and amazed at the incredible boy he is and is becoming. He continues to be sweet and gentle and smart, just like he has been for so long. His creativity and imagination is expanding and he especially loves to hear his nana tell him made-up stories. Additionally, for the past several months his questions have become more abundant and more challenging, as the "why" enters into the picture. For example, a couple months ago we were talking about J and I before we had him, and he asked where he was if he wasn't in my belly or born yet. Although I am nonreligious, I have to say the heaven and angels explanation for what is before there is life came in very handy! I mean, I sure wasn't expecting the "what is there before life" question from a 3 year old! Today I also told him the story of his birth, which he made me retell several times. He then asked about the day I was born and the day J was born. He is starting to grasp more complex ideas and put more and more together. Over the last few months his drawing ability has become much more interesting as well now that he can draw (for the most part) a house or a person or an animal. Yesterday he drew a picture of my head complete with eyes, ears, nose, lips and teeth. And there was also a house and a rat in the picture. Awesome. We still battle with discipline, but it feels that things have really turned around the last couple weeks. At least I don't feel like I am getting as frustrated with him as much as I was.


His birthday started off with the opening of far too many presents. I always feel we end up going overboard at holidays and his birthday. But I suppose that happens to the best of us. As you can see in the photo, he's very into superheros at the moment. He also really likes dinosaurs, which I'm pretty happy about (they're so interesting!). He still likes cars, etc. but they aren't the main focus any longer, thank goodness. I was getting so bored of cars!


For the rest of the morning he played with his new toys and then we went to the water park. We had a blast, as we have the other 2 times we've been. It was just him and me and I loved the time to have him to myself.


And when we got home our driver gave him a ride on his motorcycle, which C asked for when I asked what he wanted to do today. It was just around our housing complex, but he had fun.



And tomorrow we're off to Bandung, which is about a 2 hour drive from Jakarta. C has been asking for several months to see a volcano, and so we thought it would be a good thing to do for his birthday. So tomorrow morning we will leave for Bandung and plan to have a relaxing afternoon at the hotel or in the area. Sunday morning we will go to the volcano and take some walks around and maybe check out the hot springs.

The following weekend C's birthday extravaganza continues with his birthday party. Many of his friends are still returning from long summer trips home, so we chose to postpone his party by a week so more of his friends would be here. He also starts back at school on Monday so he is a very busy boy!

Happy Birthday sweet darling C!

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Homebound and back again - photos

Hello! I actually am still alive, just reeling from a whirlwind trip back to the US and being sick and trying to get my family's bodies back on Jakarta time. The huge task of writing about all we did and saw during our vacation is a daunting one, a task which I'm not quite up to yet. But, I understand you probably want to know. So, in the meantime, here are a few photos from our trip...

Traveling in style, for the first time ever. Boys, don't get used to this!

LC turns one! We had a party for him in Wisconsin. This is the aftermath of the birthday cake.

At our friend's house on Loon Lake, Wisconsin. The day was glorious.

C and me in front of the Capitol, Washington, DC. We spent a busy week being tourists and visiting with friends.

I'll try to get a post about our visit out as soon as I can. LC is still sleeping HORRIBLY since our return, we have bags yet to unpack, piles to arrange, etc.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Expat paddywack

I thought you may be interested in hearing more about the expatriate (expat) community here in Jakarta. Compared to my Peace Corps days and my travels for work around Africa, the community is very different here. I had been assuming that it was an Asia - Africa difference, seeing as Asia is farther along the development road than Africa and there is far more private enterprise in Asia. I have mentioned before that my previous travels have routinely brought me in touch with expats from the development community, and few others. Here, on the other hand, it is the opposite. Only when I am at work do I meet expats from the development community. I have the definite impression that we are a relatively small bunch, completely dwarfed by private industries (oil - with all its related businesses to support it - being the big player, and then a random assortment of people in food, finance, accounting, banking, real estate development, etc).

Lately, however, when discussing this subject with friends I have learned that Jakarta (and Indonesia?) may be unique even within Asia. One woman who lived several years in Vietnam and another who has lived in Singapore and Korea said that the community here is quite clicky. They thought it may be because the community here is so large that when planning a social event you often have to choose who to invite. These women and another who lived in Mongolia said that they're surprised here by how few women work. Evidently where they've lived the wives usually held down part-time or full-time jobs, but here we are a minority. There are plenty of opportunities for partners who want to work here. While getting a work permit is difficult, it is common to work under the table. All of the men I know who have accompanied their wives here have found full-time jobs. On the other hand, there is so much to do here that there are plenty of non-work opportunities as well. You can pursue anything that interests you here and there are plenty of volunteer activities which many of the women are involved in.

When I first arrived I was amazed at how easy it was to meet people and make friends. Within a few months, however, I realized why. You have to constantly make new friends here because everyone is always leaving! A few months after I arrived I knew 3 families who were moving away. Now, a year later, there is another mass exodus. I have 5 pretty close friends who are all moving away this summer, and I know another 2 women who are also moving. Can you imagine if you lost 5 friends in one summer?! Ugh... It's a bit devastating, and I don't really feel like having to make more friends! But I will, and I must, and it will all be good. Hopefully.

I have to say this may be the number 1 reason why the expat life may not be for me for the long term. Many of my friends here plan to do this for their foreseeable future, probably until their kids are out of school. We've thought about it. There are many, many advantages to this sort of life. On the other hand, being away from family and close friends is really difficult, and the constant ferris wheel of revolving friendships that defines the expat life is draining. Like everything in life, there is give and take, and it's just a matter of figuring out which gives and which takes are the most important.

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Mother's Day Jakarta style

We went to our favorite place for brunch last Sunday to celebrate Mother's Day. We went with some friends who live in our complex, so it was a tame, relatively small gathering and very enjoyable. Brunches here are amazing events. All of the big hotels do a Sunday brunch. They're all very similar and about the same price, but some have separate kids rooms or no kids rooms at all. Food wise there aren't many differences, so really any of them are very nice. We like to go to the 4 Seasons because of the variety of food they present and because there's a kids room attached to the main room. We took my mom there when she was visiting and she can attest to how amazing it is. There is a huge selection of breads and cheeses, fresh juices, salads, Indonesian, Chinese and Western foods, sushi, pan fried foie gras, soups, a huge dessert buffet with chocolate fondue, and for about $5 extra all the champagne you can drink. One of these days we'll go without the kids and take advantage of that!

So brunch was very nice, delicious, and filling. The rest of the day kinda sucked thanks to C being a brat. But oh well, at least there were some high points.

The boys at brunch wishing me a happy mother's day!

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Annoyed

I'll start this post out with admitting that everything is annoying me these days. So, of course, why wouldn't a sweet innocuous little memoir on motherhood by Anna Quindlin not annoy me as well? I'll get to that in a bit...just let me say that I'm tired. Really, just very very tired of my life right now. Nothing seems to be going great and yet I don't have anything significant to complain about. So yes, I'm tired of x, y, and z, and yet I'm also tired of my internal dialogue complaining about how tired I am of everything! I'm obviously having one of those low weeks where you want to crawl into your shell with a lot of good movies and good books and really good ice cream and get away from your life and your thoughts for just a couple days. A deserted and beautiful resort in the mountains sounds perfect, but a place where I don't have to deal with another human being but am completely pampered. Yes, that sounds nice. Really really nice.

So this sweet little memoir I referred to...why is it annoying me? Read the excerpt below and I'll explain...

"But the biggest mistake I made is the one that most of us make while doing this. I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of the three of them, sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages 6, 4 and 1. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less."

I am not so annoyed that I can't agree with it, because I do. What aggravates me is that I do agree with it, and I'm living it now, but if she truly remembered correctly she probably thought the same thing as she was "doing" but still had to focus on the getting it done too! Yes, wouldn't it be nice to think about how lovely it was to sit on that blanket on the perfectly warm and sunny summer day with your 3 beautiful children playing perfectly all around you. And there is the mom, sitting prettily in her perfect white dress with a sweet smile on her face, basking in the glory of her perfect children and the perfect day and everything is so glorious that she has the time to enjoy the smell and the warmth and the sounds of her children and not think about another thing...

WRONG! Dear Anna, first of all that is not how it all came down. Maybe it was warm but you had to keep repositioning the blanket because it kept getting in the sun and it would be too hot. The cold food and the hot food was luke warm. There were ants and flies and odd flying beetle things buzzing all around you. Your 6 year old was constantly tormenting your 4 year old, knowing all the right buttons to push and pretending that she knew it all and was the boss. Your 4 year old was whining about said 6 year old, about the heat, about the food, about not having his toys, about wanting to go inside, about... And your 1 year old was exhausting you. She couldn't walk yet but wanted to be on the move all the time, so you were spending the entire time running after her and trying to keep her from eating the grass and getting underfoot of the other 2 kids. So here you are, trying to feed your 3 children in the sun with bugs flying all around listening to them bicker and constantly getting up to remove your baby from wandering too far or eating too much grass and all you could think about was how nice it will be when they're asleep and you can have a moment of peace and quiet before you have to clean the dishes and pay the bills and remember the 100 things you have to do but wait, gee!, I should be enjoying this moment in my life because before I know it they won't want anything to do with me and then they'll be out of the house. Right?

Or maybe it's been so long and she's so delusional that she actually misses that too. She misses the constant and emotionally draining sleep deprivation and the constant running to keep up with her life and the Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde that are her children. Maybe she does. And maybe I will too. But right now I'm just really tired of this existence and what I'd really like is some good long deep sleep.

LC kept us up half the night and it's not like it's been a long time since that happened before. He's the most random sleeper despite having had a very constant and set routine most of his life. Mostly he does ok. Mostly I get sleep. Not enough sleep, usually not totally uninterrupted sleep or past the break of dawn sleep, but I get some. So when these bad nights happen they just push me back farther into the sleep deprivation bank and I'm back to running on empty. LC is on his 4th ear infection and has 4 teeth pushing through (2 of those are already out somewhat thank god). I'm working on 11 months of sleep deprivation, for the 2nd year in the last 4 years, and it's taking its toll. I'm tired.

I'm tired of my job. I'm frustrated daily with trying to manage a US government funded project largely by myself, part-time, with no in-country support and from my home. With 2 young children it is nearly impossible to get my hours in during a normal day and without constant interruption by family or home demands. Since we lost our nanny (we have a new one) C has been especially demanding on my time and doesn't want to play with anyone but me. So it is a constant stream of whining and complaining from him all afternoon. And to him work is not a credible reason for not playing with him. I am tired of not having more support for a very demanding position. I am tired of not being able to schedule the non-work part of my days because work demands often take precedent should they come up. (Fortunately my work life has an end date in sight - more on that another time)

I am tired of our lonely social life. Not since college have I had so many friends and done so much socially, and yet it's been a very long time since I've been so lonely. I like my friends here, but it is a pretty superficial friendship. I don't have a single friend here with whom I'd share truly personal thoughts. I just don't have much in common with them. Most of my friends here don't have a career and haven't worked in years. Most of them also have had no exposure to the international development world so for this reason and because a career isn't important to them I can't talk with them about my work. Most of them also don't volunteer or even take classes or anything. They go to playgroups, they go to the spa, they go shopping, they go out with friends and drink too much and make sure their nanny comes in early the next day so they can recover in peace. It's not that they're living a pampered life that I have a hard time with, I guess it's just that what do I have to talk about with them? We talk about kids, where we bought furniture, where to go on vacation. It just gets old. I have a few friends who do work in my field, but they work full time so we only occasionally see them on the weekends. Indonesia is a strange place for expats. There are so many here, there is so much going on, it's very easy to meet people but difficult to find people with whom you have a lot in common. And I never thought it would be so hard to meet people more like me and J. Every other country I've worked in I have been surrounded by the development community. But here we really are in the minority. The oil companies and private enterprise are much bigger players.

I suppose my whinge fest is over. I'm not even sure this entry is worth posting. I hate listening to myself whinge and whine when I know I'm so blessed in so many ways. But I guess it's part of the sharing and the whole - just how are J and B doing over there on the other side of the planet? We're doing alright, hanging in there, trying to get through the days like most of you I suppose, just with a couple different twists. So enough of the bla, bla, bla...

I still have to write about what's been going on at work and about my trip to Bangkok. I will get to it, I promise. And I'm sure it will be far more interesting than this post was!

Saturday, May 10, 2008

Mother's Day

In honor of Mother's Day (and really all women), I'm posting a poem by Maya Angelou. Many of you have probably already seen it - it gets passed around the information highway regularly. But it's a really good one, so it's worthy of reading again. Thanks to Pinko Grammy for sending it recently as a nice reminder.

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ... enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own, even if she never wants to or needs to...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ... something perfect to wear if the employer, or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ... a youth she's content to leave behind...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ... a past interesting enough that she's looking forward to retelling it in her old age....
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ..... a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .... one friend who always makes her laugh... and one who lets her cry...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ... eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal, that will make her guests feel honored....
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .... a feeling of control over her destiny...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... how to fall in love without losing herself..
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... how to quit a job, break up with a loser, and confront a friend without; ruining the friendship...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... when to try harder... and WHEN TO WALK AWAY...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... that she can't change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her children..
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... that her childhood may not have been perfect...but its over...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... what she would and wouldn't do for love or anything else...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... how to live alone... even if she doesn't like it...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW.. . whom she can trust, whom she can't, and why she shouldn't take it personally...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... where to go... be it to her best friend's kitchen table... or a charming inn in the woods... when her soul needs soothing...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... what she can and can't accomplish in a day... a month...and a year...

I love you MOM!

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

LC News Update

Ever since we moved to Indonesia I've wondered which language our baby's first word would be. This thought was followed with a question as to whether I would even recognize the word if it were in Bahasa Indonesia. Afterall, my Indonesian language ability is dismal so it wouldn't be surprising if LC was talking up a storm in Indonesian and I didn't have a clue! As you're most likely guessing by now, I finally have my answer. (Well, this is aside from the "mama" and "dada" sounds he started making a couple months ago) It turns out that LC is going to be quite the Bahasa Indonesia speaker!

Over the last several days I've wondered why LC would call for me - "mama" - as I'd prepare his food. But it wasn't quite "mama", but more like "mumum". So I thought, well there are a lot of Aussies around so maybe he picked up "mum" instead of "mom". No, silly big-headed mom, it turns out it's not all about me. It dawned on me that when he said "mumum" he wasn't saying "mama" at all. I finally remembered that "mumum" is how Indonesians say "food" when talking to babies. So when it's time to eat, LC is saying the word "food" in Bahasa Indonesia!

In other LC news, he has started throwing fits. And I bet he's one of the best fit throwers in the under one crowd. Wow. It's really impressive. I've actually had to just put him down on the floor and let him get it out of his system cuz the kid is in an entire world of his own. And what spurs these fits you may ask? Not getting what he wants of course! I just don't remember C having this kind of temper tantrum until he was 2, but evidently it's not that uncommon. Fortuitously I received an update for his age group from Babycenter.com this week, and one of the topics was temper tantrums. I guess month 10, week 2 is when babies start to lose it! Well, it's not fun, let me tell you.

LC went to his first swimming lesson yesterday. He did better than C ever did. I want to make sure I don't miss my window of opportunity like I seemed to have done with C. LC seemed to like the class in general. I know he's not capable of swimming yet - god knows he'd sink like a ton of bricks he's so big! (The teacher commented at the class - Wow, he's a strong boy isn't he?!) But I want him to feel comfortable in the water and learn how to swim at the earliest time. With so many pools in this country it scares me to have two boys running around who don't know how to swim. And my expectations aren't too high - ALL of C's friends can swim, most of them unaided by floaties. So he is way behind the 8 ball and I don't want to see LC end up in the same place. But we'll take it casually as there's no rush.

I'm quite sure LC has more bumps and bruises than C ever did at his age. There are 2 big reasons for this: our being distracted by an older son and us having the hardest floors possible (marble). I never thought I'd think that hardwood floors were soft, but compared to marble they definitely are! Thankfully he has a rock hard head so nothing major has happened, that we know of... He also isn't content with baby toys, hasn't been in a long time. He's already playing with the toys that C was playing with when he was twice his age, and he doesn't want anything to do with those silly baby toys. So it was frustrating for a couple months trying to figure out what things he would enjoy, but now that he's more mobile, stronger, and has broader interests it isn't too much of a struggle.

He's still crawling and cruising, and is thinking about walking but I don't expect he will do it in the next month or so. So far he's been a couple weeks behind C in all the big gross motor development milestones so I guess I'm thinking he'll do it at about 13 months. Which means we'll have aching backs during our trip to the US when he'll want to walk everywhere but won't be able to yet. Ouch...

Some random thoughts: in general I have to say he's at a wonderful age and is so much fun to be with. He makes all kinds of fantastic squeals and babble (in addition to speaking Bahasa Indonesia!) and has a totally infectious laugh. He loves our cat most of all I think (with a very close second being his big brother), and the 2 are so funny together. He chases after her all the time, but instead of running away she lays down directly in front of him. The other day he tried to put her paw in his mouth. I can't tell you why, but everything does go in his mouth afterall! He wants to move! and do! all the time now so sitting still is not a common occurrence. He does the cutest thing whenever he sees a pillow. He automatically goes over to it and lays his head down and gives us this adorable sheepish grin as if to say - I know you can hardly stand it when I do this cuz you think I'm the most cutest baby in the whole wide world! And of course he's right. :)

Thursday, May 1, 2008

C-ism of the day

C and LC were playing on the couch. C says to LC: "I'm so proud of you LC - you have hair now!"

C followed this with about 3 "I love yous" for his brother. Awww!

Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Plastic bags and the Go Green craze

It has been nice to see the number of articles in various mainstream magazines and newspapers devoted in some way or another to environmental conservation concerns. There are of course the places you'd expect to see them, like National Geographic, but then there are also magazines like People (that's right folks, I read People. Afterall, I need to get my fix of America popculture!) that have been publishing more and more related articles.

In the April 28 issue of People there is an article on the plastic bag ban. San Francisco became the first city in the US last December to outlaw disposable plastic bags. As of now it only effects large grocery and drugstore chains, but that most likely addresses the bulk of the plastic bags being distributed. Similar bans have already occurred in cities in Ireland, India, and Bangladesh. Similar programs, albeit voluntary, have been instituted in Australia and Taiwan has passed a law requiring retailers to charge customers for plastic bags and utensils. As a result, Taiwan has seen a 69% drop in use of these products. In addition, the country of China recently cracked down on plastic bag use by outlawing the manufacture and distribution of very thin bags, and requires retailers to sell any plastic bags distributed. Over 12 US cities and four states are currently considering similar plastic bag bans.

The concerns regarding plastic bags are many-fold. It is estimated that consumers use between 500 billion to 1 trillion plastic bags every year; in the US it is estimated to be between 20 - 100 billion. These bags in America are manufactured using more than 12 million barrels of oil! And sadly, only a small percentage are recycled. And the rest? You could still see them littering our lands and water 1,000 years from now. In addition, thousands of sea creatures (whales, sea turtles, seals) are killed every year after ingesting plastic bags.

A few grocery stores I know of are actively recommending the use of alternatives to disposable plastic bags. Whole Foods has recently completely stopped using disposable plastic bags. They sell inexpensive recycled plastic bags at their stores, and encourage you to use your own bags by discounting your bill by 5 cents/bag. And if you don't have a bag, you can still use their 100% recycled paper bags. Another one of my favorite stores, Trader Joe's, still offers paper and plastic bags but also sells cotton bags. I would think they'd follow Whole Food's lead in the near future though. Additionally, Ikea charges 5 cents for plastic bags.

Personally, we have just started using a reusable bag for our groceries. Like most people, about 92% of Americans, we reuse our disposable plastic bags for various things, mostly to carry something somewhere or to throw other things away. So we probably just reuse them once. Better than nothing, but not good enough. I had been considering using reusable bags for years, but even after putting some cotton totes into our car I'd forget to bring them into the store. However, with the increased press on the environment, a paper bag stocked full of plastic bags, and my recent purchase of a very cool bag, our family is trying to be more committed to not contributing so much to the billions of plastic bags used every year.

Our new, very cool bag is made from non-recyclable plastic waste that is collected by trash pickers in Jakarta. A project called XSProject buys the waste from the trash pickers, providing them with extra income. The project then collaborates with other organizations and small cottage industries to recycle the waste and construct different size totes. And guess what? It looks like you can buy some of these bags in the US!


As you may imagine, Indonesia doesn't have a recycling program. However, a friend in my complex is looking into having our management company install bins for recyclables to be picked up by XSProject (I think). It would feel so good to not have to throw all of our waste into the trash! I'll write more about that if it materializes.

So jump on the bandwagon if you haven't already - start using re-usable bags today!

Monday, April 21, 2008

The Stupid Iraq War and other musings

I have no intention of this blog becoming a regular political outlet for me to complain or lament our current situation, or to cheer those occasional things that go right. However, I am somewhat political so these ideas and emotions are there, and sometimes they just need to burst out. It is probably a good thing for all of our sakes that I don't let this become my own personal griping outlet. I can get pretty annoying and passionate about some issues, to which J would certainly attest. For example, my friend Emily, of Lovely and Amazing fame, recently posted a rant about SCHIP program funds being cut. Well, I could fume on and on and on about that one, but since Emily already did such a good job of it you can read it here if you're interested. So, if you are someone who actually thinks it's a good thing we're embroiled in this huge, multibillion dollar lie and mess they call a war (who could you possibly be???), then you may not like most of what I have to say today (although it's really not that offensive).


The reason for the political outburst today is because J and I watched In the Valley of Elah a couple nights ago and it was a really, really good movie. It is the story of a father trying to find his son who just recently returned from Iraq. It stars Tommy Lee Jones as the father, Susan Sarandon as the mother, and Charlize Theron as the detective. What makes it especially poignant is that the story is based on actual events. The truth of what happened to the son, and what happened to him during his tour in Iraq, is tragic in so many ways. For most of you, because I know who you are, the truth won't be that shocking. It's part of the reason why we hate war in the first place, why it should never be entered into as lightly as it was, and why we think the government is doing such a pathetic job of fighting this war and taking care of our troops. What does surprise me is this last part. I don't understand how anyone, whether you're for this war or against it, isn't forcing the military to do a better job of taking care of its troops both while they're on duty and once they return.

This movie did a really wonderful job of pointing out these flaws and of pointing to the horror these boys and girls and men and women have to face on a daily basis while they're there, and of the continuing internal horror they face once they've returned. What I especially loved about the movie is how it accomplishes this both very overtly, but also very subtly. You'll understand what I mean if you watch the movie. Which you really should do.

Onto some segues... After watching the movie I wanted to discuss it with J. I was in tears and very upset and couldn't help but imagine that it was my son in the story. I didn't relate much to the family, but I do have 2 sons and it scares the living crap out of me to think that they could one day be drafted into war, or even join of their own volition. It's not a big stretch to imagine this. So this is what I attempted to discuss with J. I asked if watching this movie enraged him like it does me, to see what this war did to this mother's/father's son and to other mother's/father's sons, to know that we're spending billions of dollars on this lie instead of on improving our health care or education, etc. which is in such desperate need. But he wasn't. Or rather, this movie didn't make him feel that way. And he didn't relate in imagining that boy being our C or LC. It became evident to me, and has before many many times, how differently we see things. Part of the reason we see things differently, I think, is the male vs. female perspective.

And this is why I can't help but wonder about the current Democratic party nomination choices. Firstly I'll admit that I haven't paid close attention to it. This is one of the benefits or drawbacks of living overseas, depending on how you view it. It's easy to ignore what's happening back home. So I point this out because I couldn't tell you how the candidates really differ on key issues. But I will also add that many of my friends who do pay attention say there aren't huge differences anyway, and honestly this had already been my impression so far. If Hillary wins, fantastic, if Barack wins, that's cool too.

Why I'm bringing this up is because of what one of my pro-Barack friends said. He sent out a Vote for Obama email and added, "Vote for Change". It's this last bit that I don't entirely agree with. Yes Hillary is seen as being too entrenched in Washington politics, and perhaps this is true. On the other hand I think it would be good to have someone with substantial experience leading the country. Barack also has a very international background which of course I respect, and he could bring a very interesting perspective to the White House. And yes, he's not white. Maybe this will make a difference too. But when it comes down to it, he's still got a penis. And this is where my previous conversations relate to each other.

Speaking in generalities here, a woman, especially a mother, would be far less likely to enter into war. The reason is because she can, very easily and without much of a jump, imagine if it were her child she were sending to war. She can imagine, in her heart, in her head, in her bones, that it was her friend or sister or brother's child going into war. She can imagine, without stretching that imagination past a 2 second thought, that it was the corner grocer's son or her nurse's daughter going to war. I'm not saying at all that men don't think these thoughts, because of course they do. What I'm saying is it just doesn't seem to be the same. And that's the kind of change I'd like to see in the White House. I'd like to see first hand a president who has birthed a child and who has struggled as a working mother in this totally unsupportive society we have. A woman does see things differently. The issues that she deems most important often do differ from what a man might see as being most important. Did you know that a woman who has been pregnant will never lose a part of that child in her body? Meaning that I will always, for the rest of my life, have C's and LC's cells running through my body. I think that's so cool, and so poignant! I'd like to see the changes this woman would make. I think having a woman as president could show more change than a man. (And relating to the SCHIP rant, at least Hillary tried to address the health care issue! No one else is willing to go near that monster, despite how desperately we need to!)

Onto yet another segue, and another review. Don't worry, there is relevance. I've recently read Raising Cain: Protecting the Emotional Life of Boys, which is a guide to helping boys develop their emotional skills rather than destroying them, as our society seems to value. The authors, psychologists, illustrate the research and recommendations with anecdotal examples from their work with boys. The book includes chapters on boys in our educational system, in our culture, relationship with mothers (which I found particularly interesting), relationship with fathers, etc. I consider this book, or one with similar content, to be a must-read for any parent of boys. We've been so focused on increasing the opportunities for girls (which was needed) that we forgot about what was happening to our boys (big mistake).



I think the book has been personally helpful. While most of the recommendations were not "new" to me, as they feel like common sense and based on how I was brought up, some parts were quite enlightening. For example, the chapter on boys in school was very useful, and I'll be sure to read it again in a couple years when C starts kindergarten and may come up against similar struggles as were described in this chapter. I also appreciated the chapter on mothers with sons, because I don't "know" boys the way I "know" girls - I can use the help!

And the relevance? Do I need to spell it out? Well, we send our boys off to war without any emotional training on how to deal with the horrors they see. They're ill equipped to begin with, and then we make them do and see incredible atrocities. And then we bring them back, hopefully, with no skills on how to reassimilate or how to make peace with their life in Iraq. This is the tragedy that happened in In the Valley of Elah, a tragedy that maybe we could help prevent by encouraging our boys to listen to and express their emotions and to support them rather than criticize. On a side note, while looking for a link to this book I found a nifty page on PBS with other information, guides, etc from Raising Cain.

What a bonus! You got a political rant, movie review, and book review all in one little post!

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Red wagon, red wagon

Going for a ride around the neighborhood.

And because I find it impossible to get a photo of both of them, at the same time, smiling and looking in my direction...

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Another C-ism

My mom reminded me of another C-ism from when she was visiting.

From time to time C would get mad at Nana (my mom) for who knows what or because she wouldn't do/give him what he wanted. When he would get mad at her he would cross his arms, pout and say "FINE! just fine...you disappoint me Nana" and walk away with folded arms. He would then come back in 30 seconds and say, "Are you sorry Nana?" She'd respond with a no (and a laugh) and he'd walk away again in a huff. A few seconds later he'd return once more and ask again, "Are you sorry YET Nana?". Then they'd resolve the matter and be off again with another story or another activity.

Saturday, April 12, 2008

Loss

I'm tempted to use words like "devastation", "crushing", "disastrous", and other equally extreme words to describe the way I feel right now. And then I check myself because these are not appropriate words at all, considering the truly devastating, crushing and disastrous events that happen in people's lives. So, more appropriately, I am sad, I am feeling a great loss, I am shocked, and I am disappointed and concerned about the immediate future.

Our wonderful, fantastic, nearly perfect nanny E quit today. I just said goodbye to her 20 minutes ago. This was a bombshell this morning; I didn't see it coming at all. I was pretty sure she was happy here, I knew that we got along well and she was friends with our other staff, and I knew we paid her well. On the other hand, she speaks English better than any other nanny/maid I've met here, and she is smart and uses common sense, which is also hard to come by here. Knowing this there was always a thought in the back of my mind that it wouldn't last forever. But, I had hope that she would be with us as long as we stay in Indo. I had plans that if she had a baby she could bring him/her to work, or once LC was going to school some mornings we could help her pay for classes if she wanted to further her education, etc. Just random thoughts and plans for helping her reach whatever goals she has for her life. Instead, however, she had an offer we can't compete with.

She worked for a family in Taiwan for 3 years long ago, so she speaks Taiwanese and some Mandarin (in addition of course to Javanese, Bahasa Indonesia, and English - like I said, she's very skilled). Some agent contacted her a couple months ago to ask her to move to Taiwan to work for a family who was having a hard time finding a good maid who speaks Taiwanese and English. She debated for a long time, as this move means leaving her husband and family, and a job she likes. But the extra money she'll earn (almost 4 times what we pay her) will go a long ways toward helping her and her husband to buy a house and hopefully start a family soon after. I understand this, and I'm happy for her that she'll be able to earn more money. I'm not excited for her exactly, because I know she's giving up a lot to go.

Life is tough. Is life ever easy for any adult? I suppose if you compare hardships on this planet then yes, of course, life is easy for some. Losing family members, struggling against starvation or HIV/AIDS or poverty, losing the life you know due to war, etc...these are hardships. This is when you use the terms devastation, disaster, crushing. However, life is totally relative. In comparison, some of us live very blessed lives, which if we are honest with ourselves and aware of the world around us, we are thankful for. But this doesn't mean we don't experience hardships relative to the life we live. E has had to make a tough decision, and it will be hard on her and her family for the next couple years until she returns. This will be their hardship, and ours to a lesser degree as well. But hopefully it will be a relatively easy hardship, and in the end she will attain the goals she wants for her and her family.

We will really miss her. She had become like a member of our family. And maybe, just maybe we will be able to find a replacement who is almost as good.

Friday, April 11, 2008

C-isms

Here are a couple "C-isms" - funny little things C says or does. Unfortunately most of them happen randomly and I don't write them down, and so I forget them soon after. But here are just a couple that I managed to remember.

C: "The poop isn't coming out"

B: "Why not?"

C: "Maybe it's sleeping"
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J, randomly singing "Watcha, watcha, watcha watcha want, want..."

C: "Sandwiches!"

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School sends home a weekly report and a monthly book of the artwork and writing that C does. There are a few gems from this past month:

In practicing his listening skills, C said that "beautiful means something that makes your heart happy". Um, do I have the sweetest 3 year old EVER?!

C is quite taken with dinosaurs, volcanoes and monsters . They've even replaced cars as his favorite things to play with and draw. So you'll see a theme here in his drawings:

- writing an R with some other squiggles: "This is an R monster. It doesn't have legs"

- a drawing similar to that above but with more lines and squiggles: "It's mommy. She is going to see a volcano with Nana. They are going to see a big volcano, but it didn't explode."

- a drawing of a dinosaur, and a pretty good drawing at that: "This is a dinosaur. He is mad. He is stomping his feet. He is mad because the other dinosaurs are not happy and he is going to kill them." (I'm not thrilled with the "killing" talk but I guess that's bound to happen when talking about dinosaurs and monsters.)

- a drawing of 2 flowers: "This is a flower. It has legs and poo coming out. She forget to go to the toilet."

- a drawing of a baby (big head and face and 2 legs. No body, who needs a body?!): "This is my brother. He is not crying. He is smiling. He has two arms, two legs, two eyes, one nose and a mouth".


Photo of C going on his first school field trip

Sunday, April 6, 2008

Independent C


Recently it feels that C is really asserting his independence and growing up in a big way. This past week there were several occasions when I felt my first little baby boy slipping through my fingers, being replaced by this Big Boy. Earlier in the week C had a play date at a friend's house. He's been to friend's houses before of course, but someone from our house had always been with him at the house. When we were discussing the plans for him to go to the friend's house, I asked our nanny to pick him up from school and then ask C whether he wanted her to go with him or not. I already had the feeling that he wouldn't want her to stay. When they got to his friend's house the nanny walked him inside and evidently he told her very strongly that she was not to stay and he could stay there by himself!!!

Then, a couple days later I came home to find C playing at home with 3 kids from the complex who are between the ages of 8-10. He was totally in his element, blabbering away to them, showing him his house and his cat and his baby brother and his fish, etc. It was very cute, helped greatly by the fact these kids are just as sweet as C. Then one of them today came knocking on our door to see if he could play (I'm sure he wasn't her first choice, but it still made me and him happy) There are many wonderful aspects about this complex, and I think the opportunity for C and LC to play with kids of varying ages is one of them. I think most kids of that age wouldn't give preschoolers the time of day, but in this complex they often play together.

Then on Saturday C and I went with some friends to a big water park in Jakarta. We had a blast! And C was game to go on all the big boy slides and was much less hesitant than he normally is. Of course I still had to go down all the slides with him, but just the same he wasn't afraid to go down them in the first place. We even flipped over at the bottom of one of them (going down on an intertube) and we both were totally submerged. He was frightened about the experience but he was still willing to go down it again.

So this week has been full of events proving that C is really growing up. I'm mostly happy. Of course I don't want him to stay little forever and especially with having to take care of LC I need him to become more independent, etc. But he's still my first baby and it's a little hard to watch him becoming his own little guy who doesn't need his mom as much as he did before. It's a positive step though, and hopefully the free flowing hugs and kisses I receive from him won't stop for a long time to come.