The Candrians Down Under

Michael's Bday

Michael's third birthday got a little overshadowed by our move. My strongest memory of the actual day centers around the worst grocery shopping trip of my life that took - seriously - four hours. (It involved an ridiculously overcrowded store, trying to figure out what to buy in Hebrew, Michael getting mauled by five-ton shopping carts pushed by some pretty aggressive shoppers, and losing the car in the parking lot.) At the end of the day we did end up going to one of the most amazing parks ever and eating some cake, but I still felt bad about the bad part of the day. So I figured I'd try to help him make some new friends here by throwing him a birthday party 10 days later, once I could manage it.

He was happy as a lark. We did a treasure hunt, beach ball tag, and a played in a room full of balloons. I'm sad I didn't take a picture because it was pretty awesome. We have a small sunroom where I rigged three table clothes to hang a couple feet over their heads and we loaded them up with balloons. They had fun hitting it with long balloons from underneath to knock them out and then played around in a room full of balloons. It was really fun the night before to watch SNL while blowing up all those balloons. I got super light headed and the jokes have never been funnier.

Of all Michael's birthday presents, I think he has spent the most time playing with the abacus. It's like he is kissing up. It makes me so happy that he has such interest to do math with me. He has always had a natural fascination with letters and numbers so he knows a ridiculous amount (I think) for his age.

Happy 60th, Old Man.

My Dad turns 60 today. What an old man. For his 60th birthday I took him and his namesake to some Giants games. Unfortunately, we somehow forgot to take a picture of all three of us at the games - probably an unforgivable sin to my Mom. Oh well. I'm sure it wasn't the last time that 3 generations of Candrian men will hang out at McCovey Cove. Whenever I ask Michael who his most favorite person is in the whole entire world, he either says "Boo-Pa" (his nickname for my Dad) or "Daddy and Boo-Pa." Either way, it's a good answer.

So here's to another 60 years of Giants games and being your grandsons favorite person in the whole entire world (you are pretty high on my list too).

Happy Birthday Dad.

Amen

Amen, George Will. Usually we just post pics of the kids, but this article spoke to me. This is how I'm going to run my campaign in 2032. Pretend that the voters are actually adults.

Act like grown ups.

Caesarea

Today and tomorrow Israel celebrates Rash Hashana, the Jewish New Year. So we used Rob's day off to take a morning excursion to Caesarea. Just a half hour drive up the coast, we could go explore the ruins and still be home in time for naps. So, sort of like vacation only way easier.
(Caesarea was built by King Herod from 22 - 10 BC.)

Michael was in a monkey's paradise, climbing all over the place. I found balancing along walls and climbing around pretty compelling, too.

Here is part of a massive arena where they used to have horse and chariot races.

Safe and Well in Tel Aviv

Yay! We have the internet now! I've been keeping a journal and decided to back-post some parts here on the blog, just to keep it up a little better at this exciting time in our life. There is just so much to express that I'm almost crippled with deciding where to begin.

Love finally having a yard!

Friday, Sept. 14 - Although we are fine here in Israel, all the current violence at the embassies in our neighboring countries is sickening. It is unsettling to be reminded that such evil is lurking in the neighborhood. I usually like to ignore bad news, you know, learn it and then bury it, but this time I can't stop reading more and more. I suppose it's our proximity and having Rob work at an embassy lends a feeling of kinship.
The worst of it in Tel Aviv was that there were about 70 protesters outside of the embassy on Thursday. But there was no violence and the police showed up and started taking pictures and they dispersed. I was slightly worried because I had appointments there today, but we went and there was nothing at all.

For the most part, I go about my daily life and feel the same as anywhere here. But there are reminders that we are, in fact, in a volatile country . We go to the beach and I feel like I am on a tropical vacation. And then I see a military ship patrol by. And there are often helicopters overhead. There is a lot of public security everywhere. At home, it is great and I love my house. But it is like Fort Knox! There are metal grates on every window – there are huge, heavy ones across two separate sliding glass doors in the living room that feel the most imposing. The house itself is entirely cement. It is completely fenced in, all the way around, a deadbolt even on the front gate (pretty awesome for keeping my kids in the yard, actually!). It is alarmed, with multiple security vehicles on constant patrol ready to respond to anything. We even have a “safe room” with a heavy-duty security door. And radios for a true emergency. And nearby bomb shelters, heaven forbid.

It’s a little ironic that all of that actually makes me feel less secure. I hate the constant reminders of what it’s all for. It’s not actually even dangerous in our neighborhood. Crimes are ones of opportunistic theft and not of violence. So basically it is just to avoid basic theft and to be ready if things did happen to get crazy here.

But if it weren’t for all these prudent-but-obnoxious reminders, I have felt nothing but entirely safe and well in Tel Aviv!

Outlook good. Very good!

-->We've been in Israel for only 6 days and I already feel like I have friends, Michael has friends, and we have people we can call on if we need it. That is just a lovely, lovely feeling. I can go for a jog with the stroller and end up at several parks, the beach, the Embassy Rec Center, friends houses, two different malls, shopping squares, and who knows what else. It’s nice having a lot of Americans living within walking distance. I’m happy with our house and love our backyard. The people I’ve met in our church branch seem really great. I think I’m going to like it here. And I haven’t even explored the city in Tel Aviv or done major traveling yet! (We live in a suburb just north of the city.)

Profile me. Thanks.

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Sept. 9

Day 5 - A really nice benefit of Israelis having their weekend on Fri-Sat and ours Sat-Sun is that shopping and other things are not crowed for us on Sunday. Nice. I went to Ikea today and it was so not crowded but the reason didn’t hit me till I was walking out. I hate crowds so I will revel in this.

The entry and exit doors to all stores and other public places here have armed guards, and they can search you. So far, I’ve been waved through every time. The guard at the mall couldn’t have cared less when I had to go around the metal detector because my double stroller was too big for it. No pat down or search. I have a feeling there is a lot of profiling going on with their security measures, and I have absolutely no problem with that. Profile away, thank you!

Saturday Shabbot

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Day 4 - First Saturday church for us today. I like that we are going by local custom and not married to Sunday for Sabbath, but still, it feels weird having it on the first day of the weekend. Israelis have their weekend on Friday and Saturday, and that probably makes better sense but we have to keep the work-week in line with Washington, DC.

Anyway, we got to go to the BYU Jerusalem Center for district conference. It overlooks Jerusalem and we could see The Western Wall and The Dome of the Rock right there from our seats. It felt extraordinary.

Afterwards was a sack lunch on the veranda and we heard the chant of prayers blaring through loud speakers from a nearby mosque. It’s pretty cool being somewhere so different from home for this tour. At the moment, at least.

Israel, Day 2

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Day 2 –

We went to the beach today in the morning and again at night. Both times Michael and Ella were wildly happy, and so was I. It is a short walk from our house and it is clean and beautiful. The water is a gorgeous blue and warm. Playing in the water at night felt magical.

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Our sponsors taught me a new standard to how to welcome someone to a new home. Beth mopped and organized our stuff, invited some other people over to meet us, cooked us dinner, muffins, and an extra meal for later, stocked our fridge and cupboards, borrowed toys for us to have at the house, and got us a porta-crib for Ella. She thought of stuff for us that in my jet-lagged state, I wouldn’t even have thought of myself. Even took me to the grocery store to help decode it all for me. Oh, and they are letting us use their van for a few weeks. Dang!

Moving Day 1

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Sept. 5

Day 1 - I should be raving about our flight, because we all got business class seats (even Ella!) and they were more like the first class ones I’ve seen – with the whole pod thingy and seats that recline completely flat to a bed. We actually got some sleep and it was awesome. BUT we had to do circles in the air for an extra 1.5 hours on the first leg, and then sit on the plane waiting to leave for 3 hours on the second leg. And not even my futuristic-pod-bed could distract me from boiling over that . For THREE hours they were saying we would be leaving momentarily. I was seriously ready to hand Ella over to a flight attendant and tell them to keep her happy while they kept telling us to buckle up without going anywhere. The anger melted once we finally got into the air, but I’m so glad to have that flight behind us.

Boarding the plane at JFK to Tel Aviv was when it really hit me for the first time where we are going. There were several orthodox Jewish men in full attire. I noticed that it made me feel a little intimidated, like I am moving to a place where I will be very different from those around me. In Sweden I felt like I was a Swede. Anyway, I ended up chatting with one of the Jewish men in orthodox dress, and it really set me at ease how easy he was to talk to, reminding me that we are really very much the same. It even got me thinking that in some ways, as a religious Mormon, they might understand certain aspects of me better than the stereotypical secular Swede. Anyway, the end of all this thought is that I am operating on the premise that we all have a lot in common. Duh.

Bowling

We took Michael bowling. He loved it. He especially loved cheering when people knocked down pins and booing the gutter balls. He would then run back and give everyone "five."

Popsicles

These two love to feed each other their food. The tastier, the more excited they are to put it into each others mouth. Michael has also tried to feed Ella his dinner when he does not want to eat it, but that is another story.

Ella One Year

Ella turned one about a month ago, but I guess this is what happens when a birthday coincides with moving. At least this way she got two 1st birthday parties.

Ella's 1st birthday party, second round.

Some things about Ella at one year old...
- coinciding with complete weaning, she is no longer overly attached to me. If there is a roomful of people, she will walk around and try to charm everyone in the room. But she still likes me best and I love that.
- also a nice result of weaning has been that she is an awesome eater. Her favorite foods are meat and fruit, often to the exclusion of all else. She's on the hunter-gatherer diet. Yogurt is usually the only dairy I can sneak in and I hope that it is enough, cause she usually won't take more than a sip of milk.
- she is starting to say a lot of words, especially ones that start with B. Her first word was "bump", her favorite is "bye-bye", and her most impressive one is "butterfly" (buh-uh-fuh). Lately she is obsessed with "eye" and likes to poke at them - on people, dolls, pictures, statues. She has pretty expressive jabbering and has quite a bit to say sometimes. She loves to pretend to talk on the phone. She's picked up on lots of sign language, but it's mostly animals and not much useful stuff.
- she likes to cuddle. It's everything I hoped for!
- she has a great attention span, is easy-going, is easy to take out to restaurants, is easy to have in church, is easy to feed, takes good naps, and is sleeping through the night even when we have switched time zones and houses and hotels like a million times in this last month. The only thing I can think of that she consistently hates is getting in her carseat, but even then, once she is in she is easy to travel with. Even at her worst, I can pretty much just laugh, because it is still like 10 levels easier than what I've already learned how to deal with from her big brother. I always am thinking "she is my heart", which sounds dumb but it's just what always comes into my head when I am with her or think about her. She is just the loveliest creature and adds a lot of wonderful to my life.

Living it up at the Ritz Carlton in Georgetown on her first birthday. Making all sorts of messes for room service to clean up.

Loving her first balloon from Godmother Anna.

Moving

I take this evanescence and lubricity of all objects, which lets them slip through our fingers then when we clutch hardest, to be the most unhandsome part of our condition.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

Everything in Sweden is beautiful and bountiful in July. Friends have shown us a hundred kindness as we prepare to move. I know the in's and out's of the culture, of getting around, of the metric system. Of the recycling system! Sometimes I even think in Swedish phrases. We took a boat to an island in the archipelago last week, and knowing that we are about to move, I saw Stockholm's cityscape with fresh eyes. It's incredible. Hej då, Sweden. I'll miss you.

We will take Michael and Ella back here someday when they are old enough to appreciate it, and I think they will feel pride and wonder that they were born in such a gorgeous, cool country. We have a neighbor who always saw me at just the right moments - when I was out x-country skiing, or running, or biking, or walking my trash to the recycling bins - and she once told me "You're more Swedish than a Swede!" A simple remark, but I took the implicit message of it as a compliment, one I continue to relish in because I love the Swedish culture in so many ways.

I am so emotional this week. We leave in 3 days, and then, that's it. I keep grasping for ways to preserve our last three years here, but it's pretty much impossible, no matter how much cheap crap I buy in Gamla Stan.

On a positive note about moving, the sinks in our house are starting to have draining issues, and I totally don't care. Also, we had an encounter with a crotchety old lady yesterday and somehow moving seemed like a good way of dealing with it. Weeds, grow away! Snails, multiply and replenish! Rude clerk at the grocery store - so my baby cried, take it! Fleeing the country is pretty much my answer to anyone and anything obnoxious lately. We did eventually have to clean the tub though.

Andrea took this pic from the top of a tower.

I love this picture in so many ways. So much Swedishness in one little photo.

(I think Joy took this one.)

Midsummer, etc.

Rob and I raced the 5k at the midsummer celebration in Tyresta. He ran in a good time even while pushing the jogging stroller with both kids and got a post race interview for it. I let him push the stroller so that he'd have a good excuse when I beat him.

Michael loved the kids race.

Ella is in the crawl-into-everything stage. It's pretty darn cute the things I find her in.

Michael loves riding the train. We sold our car a few weeks ago and he keeps telling me he is sad that it is gone. So I remind him that we get to ride the bus and train everyday now because it is gone, and he'll go, oh, okay, I'm happy now.

"Hey Michael - Smile! Okay, with your eyes open."

"Now try again. Eyes open."


"Can you open your eyes and smile at the same time?" By this point, other passengers were trying to offer him advice as well.

Our friends The Aikens were super nice and hosted a goodbye party for us last weekend. Of course I forgot to take any pictures but this one. Ella was loooooooving the party - first a little girl brought her this entire plate of cookies. Later I shared some cake and soda with her. Later I found that another little girl had brought her a cupcake. She was just walking around as fast as I've ever seen her go and just giggling and giggling like she was on speed. It was pretty awesome.

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