Delhi

The next day we headed back to Delhi in the van. I think for the kids the highlight of the trip was stopping at McDonald's for lunch. Yep right in the middle of now where India on the highway was McDonald's, go capitalism go.!

The entire day was taken up with the drive as we had to wait to leave until after 1:00 due to the Festival known as Holi. Basically you dress up in white get drunk and then through paint at each other, cars, buses, buildings or anything else that you feel needs to be painted. Then starting around 1:00 in the afternoon you go home and pass out, sound familiar to anyone, Happy St.
Patrick's Day.

We arrived in Delhi with no problems checked in and spent the afternoon hanging around the hotel. We then went to the world famous American bistro..TGI Friays. It was very similar to back home with the one exception of the noise. The music was so loud we could not even talk to each other.

Delhi which is currently the capital of India has not always been so. The city which is the center of North Indian travel and commerce has been attacked with the same voracity as the other cities having in common with the that the English were the last to be booted out.There have been eight Delhi's created over time. The eighth Delhi, New Delhi was constructed by the British. They then moved the British Capital of Calcutta to Delhi in 1911 however the construction was not done until 1931 and then in 1941 it became the Capital...

We toured the Red Fort which Shah Jahn was trying to build when his pesky son put him in jail.
We also saw Humayun's Tomb which is quite impressive. For us however the bike powered rickshaw ride through the commercial are of Delhi was fantastic. We saw things from tailors, flower shops, food markets and so on. The streets were so narrow that the bike could barely make it through. There was a school bus that was powered by a cyclist and the colors we saw and the wares for sale were incredible.

Then we were off to the hotel so the Grandparents could watch the kids and Tom and Tracy could go to dinner and what a great dinner we had. It was a sad ending to the day however because Grandpa Jim and Grandma Bunny were off to the airport and back home. We missed them already. Hugs and Kisses were exchanged and safe travels.(At the time of publishing the Hickeys were playing 18 holes of golf with their friends in Florida).

The next morning the rest of us headed out for a small tour of the places we missed.The first place we went to is called Bahai Temple. This is shaped like a white lotus and quite striking.

We visited a ceremonial gardens which is the exact spot where Gandhi utter his last words"My God". The final temple on our tour was a brand new Mosque which was completed in 2005. The place is a very ornate Temple with 1300 hand carved elephants surrounding it. It was built in honor of a young Swami who at the age of 7 set out bare foot and crossed India over a 20 year period and became one the they most revered Swami's. Unfortunately I can not remember his name.

We then returned to the hotel and collected our stuff and headed to the airport where thankfully we had no delays and returned to Bangalore with Grandma and Grandpa Murphy!

Fort Agra

This is a massive red-sandstone structure that was begun in 1565 bu Emperor Akbar and completed in 1658 by his grandson Shah Jahan. It is on the banks of the Yamuna River and was primarily used as a military structure. When Shah Jahan came into power he updated the place using his favorite building material you guessed it, white marble.

The Fort itself is an ear shaped structure with walls that are 2o meters high and the circumference of the walls is 2.5 kilometers. That would be 65 feet tall and a mile and a half around for you metrically challenged Americans! Inside the Fort is a maze of many different buildings and structures giving the appearance of a city with in a city. the Many of the structures have been destroyed over the years by all the attackers the last being of course the British.

The only entrance to the fort is called Amar Singh Gate and allows for entrance from the south. The entrance itself and dog-leg design are to confuse attackers, a lot of good that did!

The main hall of the fort called Diwan-i-Am was used primarily by Shah Jahan for domestic government business. Perhaps one of the most beautiful internal structures called Nagina Masjid, built in 1635 by Shah Jahan, is a marble monument dedicated to the ladies of the court.

Now the interesting historical part of the Fort in my opinion was what the son of Shah Jahan
used this place for.It seems that the eldest son of Shah Jahan and the next ruler to be was upset that his Dad had spent something like $70,000,000 bucks to build the Taj and was in the process of spending another boat load of his inheritance on what would be called the Black Mahal. The Black Mahal would become the burial place for Shah Jahan and would be right across the river from the Taj Mahal, which as you know is white.

Well not if Aurangzeb had anything to say about. So in 1658 he seized power from his Dad, Shah Jahan and then threw him in prison in the Fort. Aurangzeb must have been a real troubled man because in the fort there is a room called Musamman Burj and Khas Mahal this is were Shah Jahan was kept and could not even see the Taj and his beloved. Shah Jahan was ingenious and figured out that if lay a certain way and used a mirror he could then see the Taj.
There are beautiful gardens and monuments to all the different religions of the times. Seems like old Aurangzeb, after ousting the old man took no chances and prayed using every religion avaiable.

More on Delhi next!

The Taj Mahal

Seldom in ones life does the opportunity to travel with your parents and their parents come along. However for the loudamericans kids such a trip is upon us. Not only are we able to do so we did it at the Taj Mahal.

Grandma and Grandpa Hickey along with the loudamericans headed to the airport to fly up to Delhi to meet Grandma and Grandpa Murphy whom have just arrived from Florida. Good thing too because it is hot here now...

We got to the airport just as our cell phone informed us our flight was going to be late and it turned out several hours late. We were to meet the Grandparent Murphy’s in Delhi at 3:00 and then drive to Agra which is we were told about 4 hours from Delhi. No problem. We finally arrived in Delhi and meet them around 5:00 in the afternoon. We exchanged hello hugs and kisses and loaded up the “van” to head off to Delhi.
I must explain our transportation.
Here in India most things are done via the mobile phone and computer, as were our transport plans from Agra to Delhi and back. When we arrived at the airport we were met by this nice young man whom spoke no English (we are used to that) and he led us to the 15-person van. WOW! It was as small tour bus. It had ac, drapes and most importantly storage, we do not travel light. We were way high and somewhat impervious to those whom need to knock on your windows for food or to sell you something, perfect.

So in the bus and off we went. It became known to all of the adults fairly soon that the suspension was not the best but hey we are going to see the Taj. Four hours from Delhi to Agra, not in our van. It took about 6 hours, several speed bumps and all of our cash to get there. It seems that when we booked this luxury van I just assumed that we would pay for it when we were finished, not so. We had to pay for tolls, boarder crossings, food for the driver and the cabin boy. Of course all of this came out of the total. It reminded me of a car I had fixed back in college that was sent in as a fuel injection motor and came back with a carburetor that is another story.

We saw several unbelievable things on Mulberry Street that day but the one that was the most unusual was the donkey riding in the back of the auto-rickshaw! Camels are a common mode of transportation on the highway as well:) The kids loved that.

We finally made it. The Hotel was good and more to the point the restaurant and bar were still opened. So we had dinner, a welcome to India drink for Grandma Kay and Grandpa Jeremiah and hit the hay.

The Taj Mahal tour is something that we will remember for a long time, perhaps as long as the Christmas Story Dinner.

The construction of the Taj began in 1631 and was completed in 1653. There were 20, 000 people whom worked on the project for the designer and then ruler of Agra, Emperor Shah Jahan. The Shahs second wife whose name is Mumtaz Mahal died in 1631 giving birth to their 14th child. They say the emperor was so distraught by the death of Mumtaz his hair turned silver overnight. The Taj is constructed of World Heritage Marble and has countless beautiful pietra dura, which are inlays. It is truly gorgeous. There are two monuments on either side of the Taj of which one is a Mosque and the other a jawab, which house travelers and are identical in design and construction. The four pillars (minards) of the Taj were made to slope slightly outward in the event of an earthquake they would not fall on the main building.
The inside of the Taj is lined with all the verses of the Koran Below the main dome is the Cenotaph of Mumtaz Mahal which is an elaborate false tomb. There next to her is the Cenotaph of Shah Jahan. The real tombs are locked in a chamber below and are no longer able to be viewed by the general public.

We spent a good deal of time here until Jimmy declared "lets get out of here this place is boring and I am never coming back!" No kidding...

The only way to get to the Taj is to walk about 1.5 miles from the carpark. It seems that in 1994 they outlawed vehicular traffic due to discoloring of the Taj. We walked in but took a horse drawn cart back with Jimmy at the wheel and Kay and Billy singing Jingle Bells at the top of their lungs.

Off to the fort which is a story and a blog of its own!

St. Patricks Day

I am well aware that we are several posts behind however there are certain events that when the occur they supersede all others and St. Patrick's Day as such an event!

So here we are in beautiful Bangalore and celebrating this event not only with our new Irish "Indian " friends but the Grand Marshal and his bride, Jeremiah and Kay Murphy have graced us with their presence!

We did not have to deal with snow,ice and the other elements so critical to the success of the event however here in India we had to deal with the Sun, and man it was hot.

The day stared with the party planners, yes here in India one uses a party planner, showed up to decorate our street. We had green and white balloons and Styrofoam shamrocks on each of the palm trees along with two face painters and custom made Happy St. Patricks Day 2007 wristbands, party planners think of everything!! Grandma and Grandpa brought with them several trinkets and such so all were dressed superb!

Then of course there is the cake. Jeremiah and I went to the local bakery and explained what we wanted which to someone who has no clue about St.Patrick let alone speak English, we were unsure what to expect. There is never a function here that does not include a cake and as you can see by the photo what a grand cake it was.

Perhaps the highlight of the day came when we decorated an auto rickshaw and lieu of a parade all the kids and adults took rides around palm meadows, it was quite the scene.

We managed to make the day such a success that two other bloggers posted our parade on their blogs,here are the links http://www.wacmiller.blogspot.com/ and the palm meadows wiki http://palmmeadows.pbwiki.com/

The palm meadows site will give you all the in depth details on St. Patrick himself starting the moment he was born onwards..

The party was the usual success opening the first beer around 11:00 am and pouring out the last unfinished one at 8:30pm. Man it was hot!

Happy St. Patricks Day to you all and to all a good night.

One last thing, where's Kay?

Temp Blog

Ok, consider this a "temporarly blog" sort of like "temporary tatoo" - cool but not the real thing.

Here's the deal on why we've had so few blogs posted lately. Visitors that are staying in our computer room, the computer was down for 3 days last week AND we've been traveling with our visitors...

So... I wanted to at least get a few updates out there for all you that are thristing for Murphy news...

St Patricks day... As you know, this is our MAJOR holiday/party of the year. We are currently planning our annual St Pats Day parade/party in India for Saturday. Should be interesting, we'll post pictures on the blog next week:) We have arm bands being made, 4 meter tall shamrocks being decorated and are trying to "source" a caterer that will try to make us Corn Beef and Cabbage. If we find a keg of green beer, it'll be nirvana. True Indian experience. Wish us luck!

In terms of family updates....
Billy has started to say "I love you" and when you ask him his name, he says "Billy!". His verbal skills amaze me. He's really fun, except for the hunger strike he is currently on and the fact the very question is immediately answered with 'no':)

Kay is hysterical (as always). She is into cooking her own food now and will go into the refrig (when we aren't looking) pull out all the food and mix it together. Nice big fat mess. She also sings non stop. Currently we are still stuck on Cmas carols, (BNL Jiggle Bells to be specific) but I am hoping we find a new obsession soon.

Jimmy is LOVING school and has developed this habit of speaking in an Indian accent with Indian people and a regular (i.e. Minnesotan) accent with everyone else. He is their "ace" dancer and will be an Arab dancer in their annual program, they are even asking him to "play" guitar in his dance sequence. I have visions of Napolean Dynamite....

Tom is getting WAY involved in the charity committee here (through the Overseas Women's Club) so I'm glad that we aren't just living and working in India but actually giving something back. There is so much need here. Its truly mind blowing....

We are in the midst of visitors. My parents were here for 3 weeks and now Tom's parents are here for 3 weeks. We get a 2 weeks "off" and then my aunt comes for 3 weeks and I just found out my sister is coming for 3 weeks in May... Its fun but hard to balance work and home when you really want to be home with your family.

The 1st week of March we had our family adventure to Delhi/Agra and the Taj Mahal. We had a great but busy time. It was truly a once in a lifetime to have both sets of parents at the Taj Mahal together with our kids. Amazing! I feel so lucky that Mom and Dad and the Murphys are healthy and adventurous, that they get along and that, that the kids are (relatively) good travelers and that we got to have such an amazing life experience with our parents and our kids. We really feel blessed. Be on the look out for some good blogs on the experience:) Jimmy's comment on the Taj was "I'm never coming back here". He was much more impressed with the game room at the hotel. I am not sure why we bother taking him anywhere. He's just 5 I guess. My Mom's comment was "This was the best experience of my life". That about sums up that trip!

Love to you all and I PROMISE TONS of blogs are coming in the next week....!

Grandma and Grandpa Hickey

The Hickeys have arrived! We are in the middle of a Grandparents invasion and what fun. Jim and Bunny arrived fresh off a not so wonderful trip to Paris. They were given wrong directions,were treated rude,terrible service but good food. Sounds like Paris to me! The highlight of their Paris experience came when they finally got back to their room and had a Happy Birthday Grandpa voice mail from the Loudamericans, Happy Birthday Grandpa.
They have been getting to spend some great time with the kids and us, more Tom than Tracy as work is very busy. They did have a little of an adjustment to the "atmosphere" here however we are having a wonderful time.

They have been all over Bangalore and then made the trip to Mysore, a great Bird Sanctuary,a Hindu temple and tamed the wild beast, yes they rode an elephant!!

I think the highlight so far has been Grandparents day at school because the only Grandparents there of course were Jim and Bunny!! The kids love it and the teachers thought it was fun to.

The food has been painstaking prepared by Raj and Florence and I have to believe that they have never made food with this little spice or curry before.

We are getting ready to head up to Delhi to meet the other set of Grandparents,Jeremiah and Kay. Then of to Agra and The Taj Mahal.....

The kids are LOVING the attention and we really appreciate all Grandma and Grandpa's extra help and attention. Stories are being read, hair combed, outfits coordinated.... You know all the stuff we dont get time to do with 3 kids:)

Next Blog... Welcome the Murphy and we ALL go to the Taj Mahal!!

The Flat Stanley Project

Here is our friend Claire and she lives by us back in the USA.

Claire asked us to help out on a school project called Flat Stanley. This is a cool new way for kids to learn about geography,different cultures and places in the world that are not on the beaten path. So when she asked we jumped at the chance.

We have taken Flat Stanley to an India engagement ceremony,to a limestone cave in south Australia as well as a sink hole in a town called Mount Gambier. Flat Stanley visited the Melbourne Zoo and will soon be at the Taj Mahal and in New Delhi , India!

Thank you Claire giving us the honor to be part of you project and don't worry Flat Stanley will be home real soon!!

We are hoping to win the prize for "most creative" and "most adventurous" Flat Stanley travels in her grade school class. Wish us luck!!

Georgia Sunshine Village

Georgia Sunshine village is situated in shivanasamudram skirting the cauvery wildlife sanctuary 120 kms. away from Bangalore and 60 kms. from Mysore.
Shivanasamudram is a small hamlet town surrounded by forested hills and lush green valleys. It is here that the river cauvery divides into two and plummets into a 75 meter deep , rocky gorge to form the picturesque Bharrachukki and the Gaganchukki waterfalls
Downstream from these waterfalls is Asia's first hydro electric power generating station established in the year 1902 by the erstwhile Maharaja of Mysore with the intention of feeding power to the former kolar gold fields .......really it is true!

So off we went for an overnight of fun in the sun,camp fires and fishing.

The drive is quite treacherous and the road is about the worse one we have been on here in India, however the place was very nice. We arrived in the afternoon on a Saturday in time for lunch. The place had a buffet lunch and was very kid and non-spicy food eater friendly.

We had a lazy lunch and then Billy and Saravana took naps while Tracy, Kay, Jimmy and myself went swimming in the pool killing time until 4:30 when we could go fishing!

The pool was clean and cold but Jimmy did not mind and soon he learned how to dive! Kay was busy collecting rocks and looking at the sheep and generally not caring about the pool at all!

After naps and swimming we met the guide to go fishing. The anticipation was in the air Jimmy was going to land a world record fish, Saravana had not been fishing before and the gleam in his eye told the story. Meanwhile Tom was wondering what kind of fish are we going to catch on poles that were made out of tree branches and hooks that were barb less,small and rusted?

On we went...

It turns out that what you catch is too small to get the hook in its mouth, jumps out of the water to eat the bait off the hook and generally it was a nuisance! The good news is that there are a lot of these aggressive minnows and we had fun seeing how far out of the water they would jump to get the "bait".

The night was great fun with a bonfire, great dinner and Billy playing with the nine dogs that ran all over the place. He was more interested in sitting on the floor playing with the dogs than anything else. Well besides the 50 or so rabbits they had in a "hutch". (They had started off with 2 rabbits and now have 50, go figure)

We retired for the evening and had a great night sleep. We woke the next morning for a nature hike that ended abruptly because we could not tolerate Jimmy and his constant whining about his legs hurt....Never take a 5 year on a nature walk before breakfast. Lesson learned.

So we had breakfast packed up and returned to Bangalore rested and ready for the Grand Parents to visit!

This is a HIGHLY recommended stop if you are ever in the Mysore/Bangalore area...

Bangalore Supper Club

The mere idea that this group of Ex-Pats needs another reason to get together and party in itself explains a lot about this group.!!

We have had the good fortune to meet several like minded and adventurous and fun people here in Bangalore.

The idea behind the Supper Club was to get the group of about 15 of us out to a different restaurant once a month. This way we would be able to see experience many types of food and have a nice night away from kids, work and the other pressures one faces while living abroad.

The first event was a smashing success so much so that after the dinner the group returned to Trish and Kens house and partied until 7:00 am, dancing to Madonna and singing songs from The Sound of Music !!

Before I go any further I will take a moment to introduce to you the "Supper Club". In honoring anonymity I will be using only first names and then taking writers privilege with the rest.

As I mention our fearless leader Claude, who was born here in India and then moved to France and then Canada. Claude is the favorite of all the girls and Kay is no exception. She runs to him every morning yelling "Hi Claude". He falls all over her and it is quite cute.

Claude has a roommate named Damien whom I have dubbed "Inspector Clouseau" as he is from France and his accent is so French , obviously as he is French, however you can not understand a word he says. Particularly after a few drinks (I am sure that its his accent that gets worse as the night goes on and not our ability to understand....)

We then have a couple from Ireland Ken, Trish and their three kids. They have a constant flow of kids and neighbors and help flowing through their house it is a wonder they have time to play!
The next group hails from Germany by way of Bavaria, Gerald and Petra along with their three kids and newly acquired cat and dog which they found in a garbage pit behind one of the local "food stores".

We also have a couple whom are from England/California respectably, Peter and Gemma. They have just had their first baby and her name is Kyra. She is a doll!

Our neighbors Larry and Claire and their two child hail from New Jersey via Philadelphia which of course is America.

Carol and her two children are from Montreal and her husband Davis is a frequent visitor which in itself is another reason for a party!

Simon and Debbie have two children as well and are the longest family of the group staying here 18 months already. They come to Bangalore via England and have just found out they will be permanently relocating to New York in May. Very sad for us.

Of course last but not least is The LoudAmericans...

There are some fringe guests that come periodically and add some excitement however this is the main cast.

Now if I were try to describe a typical " Supper Club" event it would take way to much space so the following are a couple excerpts of different Parties...

Everyone was gathered on the terrace at Tom and Tracy's there is a nice wood fire going cocktails and dinner have been had when one couple announces "we have a new hookah" lets fire it up! For those who do not know a hookah is a water pipe that you smoke " flavored" tobacco with. This is truly tobacco for the record. Well the hookah is going all the adults have tried when I look over and there is a 7 year old taking a puff! The parents response was " well there a great deal of things that happen here in India that if people knew about back home we would be in jail for it". It is best to let what happens in India stay in India....

Another club gathering was at Carols home. She by far and away has the biggest and best house here.! We were sitting around here gazebo when Tracy says "I am going to go in and see what is going, I will be right back" 30 minutes later and no Tracy I had to go in and see what is up. Gerald and Petra had recently purchased a play station which included competion Karoke. (for some reason this game isnt being sold in the US yet. It rocks!) Tracy had challenged Petra to 99 Luft Balloons in German and was winning until Claude snatched the microphone from her hand. She was NOT happy... Claude says... "your wife isnt at all competitive is she?!"

Occassionaly we do venture out, like for Thanksgiving dinner at the Only Place. But... we've found that going to someone's home and having dinner catered is WAY cheaper as we all provide the drinks and dont need to pay restarant prices for alcohol. PLUS the kids love playing together and have their own "kid" party while the adults are also partying. The only scary part about this is, we came downstairs at the last party to find Jimmy pouring scotch and waters for all the kids. Another (older) kid had asked him too. It was funny in a really bad parent/call social services sort of way. At least we caught them at it before anyone tasted it. Although, I suppose after one sip they'ed stay away from the stuff for life as its nasty!

The group is now discussing taking the show on the road. They want to hop a flight to Bangkok or Singapore or Sri Lanka (all 3 hr flights) get hotel rooms, eat at the hotel and party back in the rooms. Fly out one day and back the next is the plan.

God help us.....

Sports Day

Not since the likes of Mark Spitz, Mary Lou Retton,Jim Thrope and that speed skating guy who's name it can't remember, has the fanfare for sports been as over the top as was displayed at Goplan International School.

We woke early as Jimmy had to do some exercises to warm up. Sit ups, push ups and four hard boiled eggs were enough to prepare for his upcoming event.

Kay dragged her bum out of bed gave us the " look" and then said give me what Jimmy is having. A bowl of cereal, some melon and chocolate were the base Kay needed to attack to field.

We then broke out the brand new sports day uniforms. Jimmy in his black spandex shorts,white spandex shirt, white shoes and yes because even at age five perspiration will become an issue, black wrist bands. I could hear Tracy in the background humming "lets get physical,physical"

Kay was meanwhile trying to raid the refrigerator for another crumb of something clad in her black spandex pants and blueish green spandex top, no wrists bands for her!
Billy meanwhile was not in any uniform as he was not competing on the field.

The kids as usual took the bus and Tracy,Billy and myself arrived with Saravanna. When we approached the Sporting Field at what we were told a very diverse school it was comical to be the only people there with out black hair!

The stands were packed and we pushed our way into "the spot" to see the kids take the field and to marvel at our children's athletic ability..little did we know.
Meanwhile the band began to play the Indian National song , the master of ceremonies was announce. His honer The Minister of electricity for Whitefield, the applause was thundering. Nervously we awaited the arrival of the combatants. The again the band began to play and the House Captains began goosestepping around the track as the Master of Ceremonies followed with the Flag. A moment of silence and the up went the Flag along with several white doves and I believe I could see a tear shed by the lady next to me. Overcome with emotion we took our seats because now was the time for SPORTS.

The children of Nursery A,B,C came out first. Jimmy is in Nursery C. The kids were lined up by order of size there must of been at least 45 kids,and of course Jimmy was at the end of the line. The biggest kid! How proud Dad was as they took the field anticipating that which ever event Jimmy would enter he would take first place. The practicing, or whatever it was ,that led to the middle of the night sit ups and push ups was about to pay off! Then the band begun to play and to our horror, I mean , surprise the children of Nursery all 45 of them were handed pomp pomps and began to lead cheers.
We will not take this moment to bring up "Glory Days"

The children did rebound after the cheer leading event and began to do some track and field related events. Now we know why they needed the wrist bands. Jimmy and the rest of the class made the traditional trip around the track waving at the fans and screaming parents and were lead off for water and a treat. Later we properly chastised for not sending him with the "right" after sports day treats, so he was very hungry and thirsty.

Kay is in Playgroup1 of which there are 3 playgroups. The children were also lined up by size and how proud we were to see Kay KAY at the front of the line! She is so smart and listens to Mam so well that is why she is first. The kids of the playgroup astounded us with their ability to slide down slides,quack like ducks and sing Old MacDonald"s farm. Who says sports have to be all contact.You should have seen Kay attack the slide and belt out "Had a Yamb" EiEiO

Now I will acknowledge that there could not be a Sports day without having a bunch of jocks around. There is a misnomer that because one is a "jock" they tend to hit on the ladies. Well in the case of William Francis Kim Murphy that is true. While his brother and sister were out there giving their all for old Goplan International, Billy was on the playground giving his all trying to catch the attention of yet another unsuspecting coed. We had to drag Billy away and finally were able to corral the "athletes" for a sports day picture.

The vision of the "releasing" of the white doves at Gopalan Sports Day will remain with us as inspiration as our children strive towards their Olympic dreams...

My sister had a baby today!!!

Yippee!! My sister had a baby boy today!

He was 9lbs 4oz and 21 inches. He was born at around 7pm during a full fledged snow storm in Michigan. Both Tammy and he are doing really well. He has a little dark curly hair and is just adorable. Photos will soon follow. Here he is the newest cousin...Herbert Merrill!

The kids are VERY excited about their new cousin and Kay's 1st question was "What type of shoes does he have?"

I know his sister Georgia and brother Joey are very excited as well for their "Mommy's new baby".

I just couldnt wait to share the news with the world!!

Welcome to the great big world! We love you!!!!

The Short Bite

Websters defines Parenting as; the rearing of a child or children,especially the care, love and guidance given by a parent.

It defines Patient as; bearing or enduring pain, difficulty or provocation and annoyance with calmness.

There are several things that you are not told about when you under take the role of a parent. I believe that there exist tidbits of knowledge which are painstakingly learned and therefore are kept to ones self for just that reason. Why tell the poor fool all the tricks when he/she can learn them the hard way like the rest of us.

One of these precious bits of information surrounds the short bite.

The short bite is not a widely used tool by the child however it is most effective when determining the existence and depth of the Parents ability to be patient. ( see above)

The short bite is used primarily by the child from ages two through age 5.
I have no on hand knowledge as to the existence of the short bite after 5 as all of my children afflicted by this are still under 6.

The use of the short bite begins rather cleverly....
1) The child will eat quite a significant amount of their meal,to the point where you think, alright they are going to actually finish their plate this time, I rock.
2) The parent them becomes a little full of themselves, internally claiming victory for this meal and thus falsely thinking how great they are in this endless battle of moving food from the plate, to the belly of the child. This false sense of security allows the parent the freedom of mind to state " a couple more bites and you will be done"....
3) You proudly scoop up a large quantity of food and prepare to feed the child. The food source usually is something that will create the biggest mess such as , rice, cereal,soup,yogurt,etc.
4) The child reciprocates by actually opening their mouth allowing you to assume they are ready for the next bite.
5) Then as you approach the child's mouth with the serving you look away briefly to see how many more bites are left on the plate and then as the tip of the spoon passes the child's lips,CLAMP down comes the short bite.
6) Your forward motion abruptly stops,foods flies everywhere and so does your temper.
7) The child looks calmly at you and proceeds to chew the small amount of food they have taken giving you the look of ,what I took a bite...

Repeat .... This will continue until you finally admit that you never will be in control of this battle only given small temporary false assurances of success.

Websters does not have a definition of the short bite

Jeff and Mike

We had a great week last week with our friends Jeff and Mike. They work with Tracy at Target and we were able to drag them away from the long hours and tedious work schedule to tour Bangalore and the surrounding county side for fun in the sun.

Jeff is Billy's Godfather and travelled to Korea with us when we met Jimmy. Jeff and his wife Karen met their son Hayden at the same time. Mike is a hunting friend of Tom and Jeff's.

These are the 1st friends we've had visit and I was so excited. While we are making friends here, there is something totally different about sitting down with a really good friend and talking about anything and everything.

I took them into town to show them a few sites and to let them buy some souvenirs and gifts for back home. We went to commercial street which has many unique to India items and we managed to acquire a few treasures.

Jeff and Mike both expressed interest to go the now infamous "Wet Pets" store to see where we bought our Thanksgiving turkey. We however never made it. This section of town is highly populated with Muslims and it turns out there was an altercation between some Foreigners and the local Muslims in regards to the recent death of Saddam and those who worked for him. The altercation caused such a stir that all the local businessmen were upset and closed their stores and threaten to revolt so we were told to leave the area!!

On a side note this riot turned into a full blown incident with the burning of buses people being killed and the city having to close schools and invoke a curfew for two days!!

That night we had a fabulous dinner from our cook and retired early for our outing the next day.

We left the kids home and headed off to a place called Shivaganga billed in the tourist book "as a flight of 350 steps leads the way to the top passing several mysterious cave temples and a natural spring. The climb although steep is not strenuous thanks to a handrail and frequent beverage stops and should take one hour". Never believe the guide books!! I also think we can honestly say that NO Targeteer has made this a tourist destination on their work travels to India. We were going where no Targeteer had gone before....

We began our ascent with a spring in our step and a helpful attitude. The first stop was at Gavi Gangadhareshwara temple, which was closed for prayer, really. We continued on our decent to the next spot which was the Honnadevi which was very cool. At this point we seemed to be running out of water but how hard are 350 steps and by the way where are these steps?

We passed many people taking naps and resting along the way but we were on a tight schedule as we had a trip to the spa and dinner plans.
Higher we climbed and our rest stops became more frequent and the helpful attitude stared to wain, do we really need to go all the way to the top? It appears to be twice as far as we have already travelled? Higher we climbed and started to notice that there was no one else on the trail and we wondered why. Cold water sounded great but we had none,higher we climbed. Where did the path go? Saravanna asked those people where we are and how much further? 30 more minutes lets go around the next bend and then decide. Where are we which way do we go, where are we going and why, I will be pissed if I break an ankle!

Higher we climbed and then through a mess of low hanging plants and finally we were there, the 350 steps loomed in front of us like some cruel twisted form of humor.

We took inventory. No water, no food and no desire to climb on.The top of this mountain awaits for another time as we bid the mountain good day we began our decent. The entire journey took four hours and all of our helpful attitude.

We made the spa appointment and our dinner as well. We dined at The Blue Ginger which is a fabulous Vietnamese restaurant and then sadly we had to take Mike and Jeff to the airport for their trip home. It seems slightly unfair that after the climb they would have to set in an airplane for 19 hours, hopefully they did not cramp up!!

It was great fun to see them , the kids loved the presents and attention they received. Having them was nice however saying good bye was hard.

Every morning for the next few days the kids kept asking, where's Mike, where' Jeff? Home ... Home....

More Zoo Photos

Zoo Photos

Melbourne, the Zoo & the Aquarium

Melbourne. WOW what a cool city. It has a great deal off local attractions as well as a few of the beaten path type things to do.

We stayed a the Explores Hotel which was right next door to a 7 Eleven, a bar and a backpackers hostel so you can imagine the people watching that was available. Melbourne is obviously a place for single, adventurous, party animal people in their mid-20's. The bars are open until 4:00am. It almost made me miss my youth.

Our goal destinations, the Melbourne Zoo and the Aquarium, along with a couple of nice dinners and a quiet night out for mom and dad. I think maybe the sarsaparilla has lingering effects! (Either that or our age is catching up with us)

We decided to hit the zoo on Saturday morning after an "in room" breakfast with the kids which mostly ended up on the carpet. I worry about what the hotel thinks of us!

We took the train again and Billy has now developed this REALLY annoying habit of pitching a fit every time a train goes by and we dont get on it. Keep in mind that trains go by about every 5 minutes so he was in a constant "state". AND, since he was in a backpack on my back, I got the full brundt of it. Fun....

After we actually got onto a train Billy finaly calmed down and Kay took over insisting she pay for the train ride. The slot to put the money in is about five feet off the ground and Kay being not "quite" that tall it was another mess. We finally ended up at the Zoo.

The Melbourne Zoo is wonderful. They have a complimentary service where as you can get a guide to walk you around the park on your own private tour. It was incredible. Of course we saw your standard koala's, kangaroo's, etc. Jimmy's favorite was the orange goo tans. Kay loved the Meerkats and Billy was crazy over the peacocks walking around "free". It was like our own personal Discovery Channel at our own pace. We were there ALL day. We finally caught a train back (yes, another BIlly fit) and they all promptly fell alseep. The cutest was Billy. He was in my backpack, holding onto the train rail above his head, sleeping. All the passengers were getting a total kick out of him.

Dinner was at the Waterfront Hotel. A VERY nice British pub (ahh.... Guiness) that had steak and rissotto. They also have techno dance music and disco ball. Billy danced the night away and had all the customers eating out of his hands. They didnt know they were getting dinner and a show. Jimmy was fast friends with the bouncers (pretending they were bad guys and he was a Power Ranger) and Kay charmed everyone by eating one piece of spagetti at a time. It was actually fun. The 1st time I can say that about taking them all out to dinner. Maybe we'll actually morph into a normal family at some point and we can actually go out to eat together!

After another breakfast that landed mostly on the floor in the room, we headed to the Aquarium. It was - as Jimmy said "This is Fabulous"! It is 4 levels right on the river in downtown Melbourne. You can see glow in the dark jelly fish, sharks, crabs, fish... the list goes on and on. The tanks all start at ground level so even the littlest kids (Billy) can walk right up to them and see the fish. Billy was transfixed. They had a whole aquarium that had sea turtles, sharks, fish, manter rays (sp?) etc that you could walk "through". Literally all the fish swam above and around you. We watched divers enter the tank to feed the manter rays and sharks. Kind of scary and cool all at the same time. I think it was the 1st time all trip that the kids actually sat still and were quiet. A HIGHLY recommended stop if you are ever in Melbourne, even if you dont have kids.

We then packed it up and headed to the airport for the 16+ hr ride home. Let's just say ...
Read the 1st blog all over again. We made, it wasnt always easy, but we made it.

As we pulled into our house at 11:00pm that night you could hear the whole car say "We're home". A nice feeling. As much as traveling is fun, exciting, adventurous and heartwarming. Its nice to say "We are home".

Our last night and saying goodbye

We put the kids to bed and the four of us stayed up talking and sharing stories of how we met,our lives since and now. We all were tired but did not want to say goodnight.

Duane is a fabulous maker of home brewed beer and has another specialty home brewed sarsaparilla. It has a fabulous flavor tasting like root beer but with a kick. So we sampled some of that and bid each other goodnight.

The following morning was sad for all of us. Tracy and I took out time packing the car, Duane and Leann made a leisurely breakfast and the kids keep right on playing.

We had such a great time with Duane, Leann and Cooper and leaving was no fun at all. We had meet each other over three years ago kept in touch via e-mail and photos for all this time and finally got together again and no we had to leave, it is not right.

We loaded up the family truckster keep hugging each other until we felt like we had an ample supply until the next time and the loudamericans were off to Melbourne.

The Gertners were the most gracious hosts, having five people invade your home for 10 days is a lot and we can not thank them enough for their hospitality and friendship.

The drive to Melbourne was "interesting". We got lost twice and waited WAY to long to feed the kids so had to deal with crabby crabby kids in a restaruant. NOT a fun experience. But... we finally made it to the hotel.

While Tom was returning the car, Tracy took the kids on this VERY cool free train ride around the city. It seems that Melbourne runs a free train that circles the city and on Friday nights (which it was) private owners of these trains bring their trains out and run them. The trains are decorated in ALL different themes. The one we got on was an Indian theme and had a live 3 piece band playing on it. WAY cool. The kids were transfixed. A very cool way to see the city too. After Tom got back, we went hunting for dinner. I was craving Mexican. We walked and walked and walked and again waited to long to feed the kids. We FINALLY found a Greek/Turkish restaruant and had gryos. Again, crabby kids at dinner.

I did learn an important lesson though. American is the only place that markets Mexican food. I did a lot of thinking on this and my new theory makes sense. Since Mexico borders us and there are so many imigrants, they have brought their food culture into mainstream. Other countries dont have this blessing and so Mexican food is a rarity outside of North and South America. Bummer for me as I still have yet to have a good burrito, taco, fahita in the last 7 months. I am going crazy!!

Umpherston Sink Hole and of course the Pool

Our trip with the Gertners is winding down and I'm sure part of them is anxiously awaiting our departure tomorrow. We have had a great time, seen ALL the sights and are really going to miss our reconnected friends. We had a couple more tourist places to visit in town and ventured out into the heat again...

The "Limestone Coast" boast many unique places to visit and the Umpherston sink hole is on that list. A must do before we left.

The USH (as I have decided too call it) is not your typical hole in the ground. It has beautifully manicure gardens, it is abundant with flowers and at night home to the ever present possum. (Not George Jones) As the smell reminds you. You are literally walking along a flat picnic area and then all of sudden, there is this huge hole in the ground with gardens all through it. We ventured the 100+ steps down and enjoyed looking at all the flowers/water/etc.

Up in the picnic area, they had old tractors, logging machings and plows that the kids could sit on. As you can imagine Billy and Cooper were in their personal version of heaven. There were HUGE sprinklers running for the gardens, so of course Jimmy was soaking wet by the time we left.

Off to the pool. When I asked Jimmy what his favorite part of vacation was, he said "the pool". Of course. It was his favorite part of Bangalore (our pool) Kerala (Le Merdiean pool) and now Australia (Mt Gambier pool) Why do we even bother to take this kid places, I should just buy him a St Louis Park seasonal pool pass and call it a day. I suspect it would be WAY cheaper (remind me of this when we are back...) Once again, the kids played their hearts out in the pool and fell asleep on the ride home.

Leanne and Duane had friends over for "a barbie". They have 2 girls (Charlie -5 and April - 8). I think Jimmy's in love. The kids played for HOURS. They played house, in the sand pit, cricket, bikes, sparklers, you name it. It reminded me of when we were kids and our folks would "drag" us to their friends house for dinner with the promise of new kids to play with. We'd argue for the 1st hour, pout for the 2nd and be inseparable by the 3rd. The world came to an end when it was time to leave. It was a great last night in Mt Gambier. A beautiful summer evening.

Banglore Traffice - shamelessly plagarized from another blog

November 8, 2005
Driving in Bangalore / India
Filed under: humor — pegasus @ 5:07 pm
For the benefit of every Tom, Dick and Harry visiting India and daringto drive on Indian roads, I am offering a few hints for survival. Theyare applicable to every place in India except Bihar, where lifeoutside a vehicle is only marginally safer.
Indian road rules broadly operate within the domain of karma where youdo your best, and leave the results to your insurance company. Thehints are as follows: Do we drive on the left or right of the road?The answer is “both”. Basically you start on the left of the road,unless it is occupied. In that case, go to the right, unless that isalso occupied. Then proceed by occupying the next available gap, as inchess. Just trust your instincts, ascertain the direction, andproceed. Adherence to road rules leads to much misery and occasionalfatality. Most drivers don’t drive, but just aim their vehicles in thegenerally intended direction.
Don’t you get discouraged or underestimate yourself except for abelief in reincarnation; the other drivers are not in any betterposition. Don’t stop at pedestrian crossings just because some foolwants to cross the road. You may do so only if you enjoy being bumpedin the back.
Pedestrians have been strictly instructed to cross only when trafficis moving slowly or has come to a dead stop because some minister isin town. Still some idiot may try to wade across, but then, let us nottalk ill of the dead.
Blowing your horn is not a sign of protest as in some countries. Wehorn to express joy, resentment, frustration, romance and bare lust(two brisk blasts),or just mobilize a dozing cow in the middle of thebazaar. Keep informative books in the glove compartment. You may readthem during traffic jams, while awaiting the chief minister’smotorcade, or waiting for the rainwater to recede when over groundtraffic meets underground drainage.
Occasionally you might see what looks like a UFO with blinking coloredlights and weird sounds emanating from within. This is an illuminatedbus, full of happy pilgrims singing bhajans. These pilgrims go atbreakneck speed, seeking contact with the Almighty,
often meeting with success.
Auto Rickshaw (Baby Taxi): The result of a collision between arickshaw and an automobile, this three-wheeled vehicle works on anexternal combustion engine that runs on a mixture of kerosene oil andcreosote. This triangular vehicle carries iron rods, gas cylinders orpassengers three times its weight and dimension, at an unspecifiedfare. After careful geometric calculations, children are folded andpacked into these auto rickshaws until some children in the peripheryare not in contact with the vehicle at all. Then their school bags arepushed into the microscopic gaps all round so those minor collisionswith other vehicles on the road cause no permanent damage. Of course,the peripheral children are charged half the fare and also learnNewton’s laws of motion enroute to school. Auto-rickshaw driversfollow the road rules depicted in the film Ben Hur, and are licensedto irritate.
Mopeds: The moped looks like an oil tin on wheels and makes noise likean electric shaver. It runs 30 miles on a teaspoon of petrol andtravels at break-bottom speed. As the sides of the road are too roughfor a ride, the moped drivers tend to drive in the middle of the road;they would rather drive under heavier vehicles instead of around themand are often “mopped” off the tarmac.
Leaning Tower of Passes: Most bus passengers are given free passes andduring rush hours, there is absolute mayhem. There are passengershanging off other passengers, who in turn hang off the railings andthe overloaded bus leans dangerously, defying laws of gravity butobeying laws of surface tension. As drivers get paid for overload (somany Rupees per kg of passenger), no questions are ever asked. Steerclear of these buses by a width of three
passengers.
One-way Street: These boards are put up by traffic people to add jestin their otherwise drab lives. Don’t stick to the literal meaning andproceed in one direction. In metaphysical terms, it means that youcannot proceed in two directions at once. So drive as you like, inreverse throughout, if you are the fussy type. Least I soundhypercritical, I must add a positive point also. Rash and fast drivingin residential areas has been prevented by providing a “speedbreaker”; two for each house. This mound, incidentally, covers thewater and drainage pipes for that residence and is left untarred foreasy identification by the corporation authorities, should they wantto recover the pipe for year-end accounting.
Night driving on Indian roads can be an exhilarating experience forthose with the mental make up of Genghis Khan. In a way, it is likeplaying Russian roulette, because you do not know who amongst thedrivers is loaded. What looks like premature dawn on the horizon turnsout to be a truck attempting a speed record. On encountering it, justpull partly into the field adjoining the road until the phenomenonpasses.
Our roads do not have shoulders, but occasional boulders. Do not blinkyour lights expecting reciprocation. The only dim thing in the truckis the driver, and with the peg of illicit arrack (alcohol) he has hadat the last stop, his total cerebral functions add up to little morethan a naught. Truck drivers are the James Bonds of India, and arelicensed to kill. Often you may encounter a single powerful beam oflight about six feet above the ground. This is not a super motorbike,but a truck approaching you with a single light on, usually the leftone. It could be the right one, but never get too close toinvestigate. You may prove your point posthumously.

Princess Margaret Rose Cave

Leanne woke up to another "sick" day and so Tom, Duane and I hurried to find the kids an "out of the house" activity for the day. It was HOT. If the 1st week we were there was mild (low 60's), now it was HOT (low 90's). Global warming is alive and well in Australia too.

Duane took us to Princess Margaret Rose Cave. This is a particularly interesting cave and park area. This cave was "found" by a couple of adventurous boys back in the middle of the last Century (1930's). The cave is around 17 meters below ground and is always the same temp of 50 degrees (Fahrenheit). The cave being made of limestone is quite remarkable.
You can travel down into the cave and escape the heat of south Australia,which we did, or you can picnic in the park or swim in the river, which we did not (Jimmy didn't have our permission).

Inside the cave is a guided tour that is given by one of the current owners.

Keep in mind that while there were 3 of us adults, there were also 4 kids under 6 yrs old and we are heading underground into a cave.... (This is a set up by the way....)

As I mentioned above the cave was founded by two friends who for several summers through garbage/sticks/rocks into this hole in the ground until one of them had the bright idea to climb down the hole and see what was there. I do not know what inspired the fellow to descend into this small hole with only a candle and some matches, fame or to many beers.
Whatever the inspiration it has become what they refer to in Australia as the "jewel of the crown"in the lower Glenelg National Park.

It was pretty cool. You can see where the rivers ran underground, where the bats and centipedes lived and they even turned off all the lights so that we could see how dark it was. We were able to take some photos but no video was allowed and NO TOUCHING THE WALLS!! This was repeated to three of the loudamericans quite often during the tour by the other two:)!
The reason for this was because you would kill the stalagmite of stalactite and that is a no no. Jimmy, of course, had an uncontrollable desires to TOUCH everything. Kay decided to talk the whole way through the tour including singing all her favorite tunes (Baa Baa Black Sheep, Twinkle Twinkle, Happy Birthday, I Release and I Let Go) and Billy kept saying, "I'm 'cared. I'm 'cared". Its a wonder no one wanted to walk by us, that we were the last people in the tour line and that I only caught 1 fifth of what the tour guide had to say.

We also walked down to the river (outside the cave not in it) and watched a couple of big kids (whose mom and dad gave them permission) swim in the river. It looked a lot like the river in Stillwater, lots of cliffs and pine trees. Very pretty.

We then wrestled everyone back in the car and headed home.

Cooper and Duane headed off to do a couple of chores and the loudamericans headed off to the pool, once again. Billy is now addicted to "swimming" and kept saying "I'm a crocodile Mommy" and would try to bite me. He also pitched a royal fit when we had to leave after swimming for 2 hours. I am sure everyone else at the pool thought I was pulling his toe nails out one by one.