Friday, March 27, 2015

Paris, again

This spring break, we headed off to the glorious city of Paris yet again. Spoiled, yes, but we also wanted to take Dale's mom somewhere in Europe, and she chose Paris (woo hoo!).

Dale's sisters met us there as well, so it was a true family affair. We rented a big flat with plenty of room, and we saw as much as we could see in the chilly 6 days.

Here are the highlights:

1. Seeing the Eiffel Tower just as spring was starting to appear. Cherry blossoms were stunning!



2. Hop-on, hop-off bus was a blast, especially seeing Dale and his sisters so happy to be together. Next time, I want to go up the Arc de Triomphe as they said it was awesome.



3. We didn't visit the Louvre itself, but I loved just hanging around the area, drinking coffee and eating bread. So much bread was consumed on this trip. 


4. We stayed in the Latin Quarter this time, and it had more of a local feel than the St. Germain area. I liked both for different reasons, but we hung out at a cafe on the Contrescarpe where Hemingway used to write. Cool factor very high there! Sojo was especially fond of the gelato store on Rue Mouffetard, and she partook of gelato at least once a day.



5. We made a day trip to Versailles, and it was a sight to see. Truthfully, the opulence was overwhelming if I took even a minute to think about it. My favorite part was when we rented golf carts to toodle around the gardens, stopping to eat hot baked potatoes on the way. 

Even after two times in Paris, I'd hop on a plane to go back in a heartbeat. Although, next time, it would be lovely for us to head out of the city itself and explore the countryside. 

Saturday, March 14, 2015

Riding the Creative Wave


A weekend wish for a car for Gilgamesh was granted by her baba. We then took a family walk together to show off his new wheels to friends in the 'hood. At one point, Sojo said, "You know, it's so nice that we live here where no one says I'm weird for having a car for my stuffed animal." 

I totally agree. There is an innocence here in our small town that I am not sure exists anymore in many places. As a parent, I love how Sojo does stuff like this and thinks it's absolutely fabulous. I am watching some of the 2nd graders subtly shift into wanting to be with the older kids, and I hope she hangs onto this creative side of imaginative play for as long as she can. 





Sunday, March 01, 2015

The Speech


For posterity's sake, here is the speech. She said that technically she didn't write it (it was SO long, mama!), but instead she told her counselor and she wrote it for her. Her words, though. Our pride. 



"I was adopted when I was one day old. I know nothing about my first mama except she was kind enough to give me to the orphanage--maybe because we were poor but I don't know for sure. Maybe we didn't have enough room in our house or enough money to take care of me and she didn't want me to suffer. But what I do know about my first mama and baba is that they were from China.

Because I am from China, I call my parents mama and baba because that's what they call parents in Chinese and Arabic. In Spain, they say mami and papi, and in Canada, they say mom and dad. My mom and dad are from the USA, and they are Ms. Tara and Senor Ethridge.

When people ask, 'where are you from?' I think it is weird and none of their business, but I tell them anyway to be kind. I say I am from China but not totally because my mom and dad are American. I am Chinese but I don't speak Chinese. I have never been to China except for when I was just a baby so I don't remember. But I would like to go there to try the noodles because I LOVE NOODLES! 

I am a third culture kid because I live overseas from my hometowns and home countries. This makes me feel cool because I am part of cross-cultural places."