So Jens will be home soon

So it is one week since Jens left. This was the first time that Jens is not home this long since we had Little H. One more day and he will be home.

How I did? Well, I think I did ok. But it is nice to have him at home for sure. He is a very helpful dad. I mean Little H loves him and he gets so excited to see dad when he comes home. As far as me? Of cause, I love to have him around. hahaha. He is a great company for fukuchan.

I watched a few video including girl videos like Fried Green Tomatoes. Actually it was the first time that I watched from beginning to the end. Licence to Wed, I forgot one more video that I watched.... It was not that great any way.

I started to read a book. I have not read books in English a long time. If you can imagine, none native English speaker reads English books are not necessarily relaxing or fun thing. I learned to read in English because I went to school. It was not because it was fun to read. Well, I used to think that it would be fun to read books that is in original form therefore reading English is a fun thing if author is writing in English. Well, that was a long ago before I came to States and I went to University.

Well, there is a reason I started to read this book... I would not dear to mention since who knows who is reading this mumbling of fukuchan post... It is not that bad, but you know somethings are better not be said.

Wow, this post went to tangent. I am supposed to write about Jens will be home soon. so I should be back to the topic.

I am excited to see him soon. It will be much better to have him around in a home. Believe or not it is too quiet without him. Even though I am the one usually talk. Yes, I am the talker in our family. You would never guess, wouldn't you? hahaha.

Food

You are probably wonder how come Fuku chan is writing a lot.

Well, I am online more than usual since Jens is in India...
I hope to get him online... So I am here writing...

Nothing much to talk about. Just mumbling. haha

Anyone who lived by yourself can relate of what I say now. My dinner, and lunch got say carb fest. hahaha. I did not want to cook much so I ate, bread, rice and noodles... Snack Doritos, crackers, cookies.

I did not feel good. I mean I am not sick or anything just feel like not healthy... So I bought some vegetables yesterday and yesterday today. I had a vege fest. hahaha.

How do I feel? Much better.

I believe in a good food brings a good health. Good food needs a lot of vegetables and fruits too.

He did it!

I have an exciting news. Probably not for you guys but it was supper exciting for me. I have been trying Little H to eat solid food for about one month now.


He had a very hard time when we started it. He actually cried when he saw the spoon. So we had a long long break more than one week. After that he kind of tried a little, but he decided that he doesn't like it. So when I brought a spoon to front of his face, he grabbed it and pushed it back to me. So we took a break for a few days till he forgot what I had been trying... This pushing spoon continued till today!!!!


It was a long journey for me and Little H. Finally, today, he decided that he try to eat from a spoon. Well, I have to tell you he still does not like me feeding him. So he took the spoon to himself and he put it in his mouth.


I thought he will let me feed him after one try. Wrong!!! He needs to be in charge. When I took a spoon and tried to give him food. He took it and push it back to me. So I took a spoon from his little finger and place some food on spoon and I gave the spoon back to him. He took it with smile and put it in his mouth. Yea!!!!!!!
His face was messy with food all over. His hands were messy and sticky. But he had a big smile and proud of himself.

I was smiling and praising him like that he finished a marathon in an Olympic and got a gold medal. He was so happy to see me smiling and praising him. He kept putting his spoon over and over.


Well, sweet potato must taste good for him. I tasted it and it was sweet and pretty good. Power of Sweet potato!!

I am so proud of you, little H!

Frinds visit

We had a few friends visit last weekend....

Good friends from collage time. We used to go dancing, and pot luck party.

Yea, we had a good time together. Now, we are all mothers!!!!

Well, one of my friend's child is a GIRL. She is a cute little girl. This is important because a lot of my friend's children are boys. So for future pourpose, Little H needs to get to know good girls. You know...

This time, Little H received the first hug from a girl who is not mom, or someone who can be his mom.... She is a little older than Little H, but Little H, I apporve she is a good cute little girl. hahaha:):)

Another visit that we had last week... Yes, it is a little L!!!

Little L is a good older brother to little H. Little L gave a big hug, but Little L had a little too much energy, so it was more like a little attack???
Little L loves to copy his older friend Little L. Look I have a big boy cup now!

But Little H was thinking... "I am not sure what this does...???"

Their playing time started with a good start...

"Little L, play with me....."

"Ok, Little H, here it is"

"My mom wants to take a picture. Let's make a good pose!"

Little H had a very busy good weekend!

From Mumbai to Pune

Sunday morning after breakfast, I venture out the Mumbai airport Hyatt gates; I smile and nod at the armed guards. I only have a few minutes, maybe 30, before a driver will come for us, to take us to Pune. Outside the Hyatt grounds there is construction along the streets, and tracts of land with signs indicating it belonged to the airport, though the people who had built homes on it may have quibble a bit about the airport's position.

Across the road there was another community nestled outside the grounds of another large hotel. Just past it, a midden heap and three children playing cricket in the green grass beyond. As I walked 5 or 6 auto-rickshaw drivers offered me a ride. It was only a taste; I headed back to the hotel. We were leaving soon for Pune.

The driver was an artist. As are all the drivers I've seen in India. They feel and sense their way through city streets. The horn means "coming through." The auto-rickshaw ahead moves a few feet left, our driver vectors over and flows through the opening, a couple on a motorcycle squeaks through between us. I could open my window and touch them as they pass. They sway and flow by weaving between cars and other cycles. They buzz by a family on another motorcyle; the father deftly handling the change, his son sitting in front of him, the mother, the ends of her sari (bright with the colors of sunset) streaming in the breeze, sits side-saddle in the back, with their infant in her arms.

We stop at traffic lights, and each inch is filled with vehicle, so that as many cars and bikes make it through as possible. But there are few lights. They aren't needed. At most intersections the traffic simply flows; a hundred unspoken negotiations made each moment, allow us to keep moving as does everyone from all directions.

Our driver takes us through mountains dividing Mumbai from the rest of India, on the way to Pune. The country, at the edge of summer and in the midst of a dry season before the after-summer rains, has green leaves and brown and yellow grasses, crispy in the summer sun. Seeing the grasses, I wonder if I'm still in the desert Southwest U.S. A pretense. Each community we pass appears in the midst of change, all of them brim with new construction. But, unlike my Salt Lake home, there is little demolition here demolition here except that rendered by weather and time; the old remains side-by-side with the new.

A few hours after reaching the Taj Blue Diamond in Pune, Sabya rescues me from the mistake of sleeping away the afternoon. We leave the hotel grounds and Sabya flags an auto-rickshaw, the main form of public transportation here in the city. Auto-rickshaws are a lot like scooters with a wide back seat for passengers. All those I've seen are mostly black inside and out; a handcrank pulled up from the left of the driver starts the engine.

Our driver takes us to a garden and memorial where once in the 1940s the British government held Gandhi under house arrest. I read the placards in the museum. There is some interesting information there, but for some reason what I remember is that Gandhi read more than 180 books while he was there; a feat the writer believes was more that of a young man rather than an old man (the writer's words) in his 50s. The gardens surrounding the building have a calming effect, with large tracts planted with grass and tall trees. I take some pictures of the building and of a family walking in the gardens. They see me and their boy waves at me. Sabya tells me that some of Gandhi's ashes are interred at the memorial. As an aside that makes me smile, the entrance fee is 100 rupees for me and 5 for Sabya, being a citizen of India. 100 rupees is approximately $2.50

Next Sabya has our auto-rickshaw driver take us to an area near the Pune train station. He wants me to experience the crowds. But it is Sunday, so the crowds are few (so he says and yes I've been in greater crowds but not in Salt Lake except the one time I went to see the christmas lights turned on in Temple Square). We walk around. I'm quite happy here, enjoying seeing the city from the auto-rickshaw and walking along the streets. We stop at a sweet shop and have some lassi and an Indian ice-cream whose name I cannot remember.

The plan is to have dinner with some friends and family. Sabya has a car, but his brother Saroff (I'm guessing at the spelling) has it. As the sun begins setting, it is about time for him to finish work, so we take another auto-rickshaw to a completely modern and trendy shopping center where Sabya's brother works. The department store sells everything from Tommy Hilfiger to Givenchy to Wrangler.

Saroff takes us to Sabya's place. I realize, as we go, that the driver Sungard hired to bring us to Pune, was a pretty passive driver. Saroff is an artist on the streets. I tell him and Sabya that there should be an olympic event. At Sabya's place, I meet his wife and some friends staying with them. We go to dinner in the hills that overlooks the valley in which Pune sits. The restaurant is called Khana Peena Jeena (I think), it means "Food, drink, celebrate life." It was a lot of fun; food, conversation, and watching the patron's children play in the playground. A night much like Satomi's description of a perfect time: good food, good conversation, friends.

There is beauty here, in the land and in the people. And there is grace and harmony. There is the din of a hundred vehicle horns, and smoke and dust that sting my nose and make me cough most of my first day whenever I venture outside. There are also scents of the sweet, or spicy, but always rich food. There is great wealth here and great poverty. From Mumbai to Pune, India presents itself as contrasts.

Stay tuned, Amit took us to Koyla for dinner on Monday night. I'll talk about that later.

Daylight saving

I woke up today and was thinking that I need to be ready for a church. I still have 1hour and half.... Well, then I suddenly realised.... Isn't it the day light saving day???

I need to find out.. How??? I looked VCR. It was the time that I thought it should be. But this VCR is a little old one, so it is programed with old daylight saving schedule. (At least that is my understanding. I just need to read the instruction manual to change the time, maybe...)So it doesn't say anything... Well, I though how can be sure??? Oh, I need to check the cell phone they change time automatically. So, I picked up. "OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I was late one hour. hahaha.

Yea, I am not working or going to a school any more. Which means that I am not living with schedule as much as used to. My schedule is Little H's stomach. hahaha.

Frankly, I do not like daylight savings. I like sunshine in a morning. I am a morning person so I like to have sun in a morning not the night. I think that makes sense to me, but for some reasons, some of the US people do not think so....

Well, I got to a church and it was stake conference and one hour late. But I went there anyway. that is count, right?