Clever Girl

So Hubs and I were talking to each other while Chase was falling asleep last night. We talked about a lot of things. Chase was totally quiet, eyes closed, between us. Our conversation turned to how much it was going to cost to take care of our animals - $45/day. And just as the word "dollar" left my lips, our darling daughter sleepily mumbled, "mee mee."

And this morning, when I told her Yei Yei had flown to Portland, she said "Yei Yei," did her sign for airplane and then said "Oh-Oh-Oh," which is how she says Oregon.

Super Huge Thanks

Thanks Dad! We so appreciate you making the trip to Denver. We really enjoyed your visit. I feel SO much better about this house now.

When Chase woke up this morning, she asked about you. Yei Yei? Yei Yei? I told her you took a plane home and she seemed to get it.

Also a very special thank you to Fern, for the oh-so-fabulous bathtub crayon and toys. Bath time has never been so fun. It's all I can do get her out of the bath tub now. Chase gave me a look last time she was in the tub, as if to say, "so this is what bath time is all about. You've been holding out on me mom."

We look forward to seeing you over Christmas and having you both out to snowboard this Winter.

The Denver Mint (aka Mee Mee Central)

After picking my dad (Yei Yei) at the airport, we went to the Denver Mint. It was pretty cool, except I couldn't bring anything inside with me. Not even a banana for Chase to eat. And she was hungry. Luckily, she was distracted by all the mee mee.

We learned many interesting facts - like how the penny costs 1.7 cents to make, and how the average life span of a dollar bill is 18 months. We also learned about the new Presidential dollar coins. They look awesome! It was kinda disappointing though, because you were so far away from the money. You are basically in an observation deck. The tour lasted 20 minutes.

From there, we went home and let Tag out to stretch his legs. Then we hit the road, ate Paninis and then to the park. Where she used the slide. Over and over again.

And then it was off to whole foods. We picked up salmon burgers and salads. Yummers. Tomorrow should be interesting...

It is SO nice to have my Dad in town. Really, really nice.

Night. Night.

Chase went to bed tonight with an Indian corn and gourd - one clasped in each hand.

Banking Mee Mee

Today Chase opened a savings account with $20.00 - she loved being in the bank and didn't want to leave. She kept saying, "mee mee, mee mee."

She can't have a checking account until she is 12 years old.
Unless she passes the checking account class they offer.

I can just see her at age 3, explaining it to 12-year-olds...
"You put mee mee in, you take mee mee out."

Mole

I had a mole. Until this morning. Now it's gone.
But it didn't just disappear. I went to a dermatologist.

I was a little concerned because it had (I believe) been scratched by Chase (or Taggart), and become a bit red and puffy. Gross, I know. More information than anyone needs. I know.

Anyway, I have never been to a dermatologist before - and I really hope I don't have to go back anytime soon. Don't get me wrong, I really liked the doctor. But the office had pictures of people with skin cancer. And I am a worrier. There was one image of a 19-year-old girl who looked perfectly good, great skin, and then another picture showed her skin under a special light. And all the damage that had already been inflicted. Egads.

So the doctor took a look. He said, "I'm sure you have nothing to worry about, but we're going to take it off and send it to a lab." And just like that, my little friend - which has been attached to me at the hip, was gone. He just took it right off. And now I have a big ole owie instead. Fingers crossed it isn't anything serious- and hopefully it leaves only a little scar.

I hope to have many more bikini days left in my future - even if I'm sitting in the shade.

Start Saving...Mee Mee

I came across a bank today.
A bank dedicated to teaching children about money.
It's called Young Americans Bank.

I think I'm going to have to take Chase down and open an account for her.
And then pay her a penny (I knew pennies were handy for something) for her art work, or for helping out around the house (today she cleared her table after her meal).

Following are the bank's customer statistics:

Number of Total Accounts: 14,762
Number of Depositors Reached Since Inception: 54,417
Customers in all 50 states and 9 foreign countries

Savings
Number of accounts: 12,363
Average balance: $800
Average age: 11
Most common reason for saving:
College, Vacations, iPod, X-Box

Certificates of Deposit
Number of accounts: 969
Average balance: $1,388
Average age: 12
Most common reason for saving:
College, Car

Checking
Number of accounts: 1,430
Average balance: $510
Average age: 16
Average check written: $35
Most common reason for having a
checking account: Experience
Accounts used most often for:
Entertainment, Shopping, School Fees

Loans
Number of Loans: 27
Average Balance: $2,394
Average age: 17
Most common reason for borrowing:
Car, Auto Repairs, College Textbooks

Credit Cards
Number of Credit Cards: 248
Average Balance: $143
Most common reason for having a
credit card: Experience

I voted today. Did you?

It was remarkably difficult though. The first place I went to vote told me I could only vote (because I had not received a ballot by mail) downtown. So Chase and I went downtown. Only to find out the DMV had misinformed us, and that we were not already registered to vote.

It was at this point that Chase became little miss whine and wiggle - and stayed that way while I filled out paperwork, waited for my ballot to be printed, filled out the ballot (I hope I did everything right, I had all of two seconds to concentrate on things - like instructions - and issues - like should police move marijuana possession to the bottom of their list of things to watch out for and spend their time combating violent crime?) and submitted it.

Oh it feels good to be an American.

People Keep Asking

How is "re-entry" going?

It's going well.
Hubs and I are loving Denver.
The air is clear; the sky is blue.
The grass is green.
The playgrounds are clean.
The parents are nice.
The sun is out. All the time.
Found a local dairy that delivers milk.
Taggart has not made a "mess" in several days (knock wood).

But I miss China.
And Switzerland.
And even London.
I miss the crazy, exhausting travel schedule.
The people we've met from all over the world.

I miss the awe that overtakes your soul when you stand in front of the Pyramids. I miss enjoying a glass of wine at a rooftop cafe in Shanghai, scaling the Great Wall in Beijing, taking in the view at the base of the Matterhorn - to name a few.

The food - the fish in China (albeit toxic), the fondue at Chasealp and the full English breakfast.

But I don't miss the plane rides. Not at all.

For The Love Of The Game

Taking careful aim...




















Slam dunk!




















Yah, you know it...

Day Light Savings

I tried to explain day light savings to Chase. We'll find out tomorrow morning if she understood.

All I Want For Christmas Is...

As Walmart has moved-up it's Christmas efforts, I am following suit. Not for me, but for Chase.

And, as everyone lives in a different state, I wanted to make sure you have up-to-date information to ensure we get (1) clothes that fit her, and (2) toys that Chase will play with...

I will keep a running log of what has been purchased (as far as I know) so that there aren't duplicates. Is that terribly tacky? I dunno.

I like to think it's no worse than bridal and baby registries, right? So here goes...

- Child Easel (Thanks, Karla & Joe!)
- Tobaggon (Thanks, Dad!)
- Dress-up clothes (Thanks, Karla!)
- A music box (with something that moves or dances)
- Art supplies (paints, crayons, pens -all washable/non-toxic)
- Musical instruments
- Anything money related (like a piggy bank she can empty and refill)
- Chinese books/DVDs (found on Amazon.com)
- Clothes (size: 2T. Shoes: size 7)
- Books (she loves language books, like 1,000 words in Chinese - which she already has. French & Italian would be fun)
- Anything with Curious George
- Anything that teaches numbers, textures, colors
- Anything that would be fun to play with in a bath tub
- Memory games

Please no...
- Candy

Updates

I took Chase to the pediatrician yesterday. She came in at 60% for weight, 90% for height. Shocker. The pediatrician reported her development was very good.

His questions included: can she run? (Yes) How many words does she have? (About 60) Can she string two words together? (Yes) Can she stack 4 blocks? (She stacks 5) Can she show the doctor where the eyes, ears, nose and mouth are on his grubby teddy bear? (Yes) He was noticeably impressed that I already took her to see a dentist. (I got a big mommy gold star for this!)

I declined the flu shot. Controversial, I know. I just can't bring myself to inject Chase with more stuff. Plus I think the flue shot is bogus, anyway. The pediatrician said that since she wasn't in day care, he wasn't worried - plus she was probably exposed to "all kinds of good stuff" while she was in China (which is where the flu comes from he said - I don't buy it). He was impressed with how healthy she's been - as have I. Knock wood.

And, with the tetanus shot she rec'd today, she's up-t0-date, until age 2, when she will receive her second dose of Hep A. And then she's all good until age 6 (I think). Awesome. With all our travels I was really worried about ensuring her "jabs" were on track.

I asked him questions about her dry scalp (he suggested Selson blue, twice a week for a month), about her face - near her mouth (which has been covered with little red dots due to teething - he suggested a little cortisone cream).

In other news...

- The Greek yogurt was very good, but not very thick. I could drink it out of a straw. And it used whole milk and whole yogurt - so maybe I need a yogurt maker after all. Plus, it is appealing to think I could make six different flavors at one time. Oh the things that excite me these days.

- I popped into the Denver International School yesterday - and joined a tour. Chase had the chance to sit in on a Mandarin class for 5-year-olds. I was interested to learn that at age 3, 4 and 5, the kids are in full immersion programs - so there is no English in the classrooms. They were learning colors, animals, sizes, and fruits/vegetables - all of which Chase already knows - and while she can't really say all the words yet, she recognized what they were saying. Of course the bonus is they are being taught by a native speaker, whereas Chase has to suffer through my miserable pronunciation. So after much thought (and a discussion with Hubs) we decided to pour our money into private lessons/tutor/Mandarin play for Chase, rather than into a full-blown International school. We figure we'll do enough travel with her to supplement the "international" part of her education.

- Speaking of which, I met a lovely German woman in the park. She speaks only German to her little girl, who is Chase's age. So Chase will soon have a little German in her life again - only suiting. Perhaps she will learn some German, too!

- The Halloween decorations are down. And I'm pretty sure that Starbucks is serving my favorite coffee drink of all time - the Eggnog Latte - which is only complete with a slice of pumpkin loaf. I might just have to go check it out today. I'm thinking if Walmart moved its Christmas sale up a month, Starbucks must be keeping time.

Many Thanks To Nana Banana

Chase was SO happy to receive this lovely care package from Nana Banana.

She loved the strange squeazy thing, the flashing wand, the mask, the corn, the gourd, and the pumpkin. She was a bit scared of the costume pieces (fake nose/glasses) and flashing teeth.

Happy Halloween!

We were invited to join in a tiny tot parade in Stapleton (a new, very Desperate Housewives neighborhood), which used to be the location of Denver's airport (and is about 15 minutes East of where we live). When they moved the airport further away from Denver, there was a large amount of unused land, which they decided to rebuild as a "new, trendy (read: very white) " neighborhood. The houses are all brand new - and huge. But they are all right next to each other. And the yards are tiny.

Going there always makes me feel like I need a manicure and a perfect haircut.














The parade...













Kermit...













Go, Kermit. Go!













After an hour of running around, there's no place like Dada's arms...













From there, we headed home to trick-or-treat.

Chase got the hang of it after the first house. And, although she didn't get to eat any of it, she still enjoyed the process. She was so super sweet, and said Thank You (dah-dah) and Happy Halloween (Hah, Hah, Hah, Hah, Hah) to everyone who gave her candy.

Greek Yogurt

I found a housekeeper. A little, old, Greek woman, who cleans other houses on our block. She is pretty good at cleaning, too! When I first met her, I asked her if she knew how to make Greek yogurt (one of my favorite foods of all time). She said she'd teach me.

So she showed-up today, to clean. And teach me how to make Greek yogurt. And brought home-made baklava. SO FABULOUS.

First she warmed a quart of whole milk, until "the milk come up." (I'm still trying to figure out what this means). Then "let it cool until you can stir it with your finger 20-times." And then she added three, large spoons of plain, whole yogurt to a small bowl, mixed it up and added it to the milk. Then she said "cover it in a blanket and leave to tomorrow." So she wrapped-up my bowl of yogurt-to-be, in a fleece blanket, very carefully, like a baby, and patted the top lightly, saying "good luck" - to the yogurt, not me.

Star Light. Star Bright.

Chase actually hummed "Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight," this morning. By herself. Unprompted. And with perfect tone. It was amazing.

And then, while she was in the bath, she took a small pitcher - put it down into the bath, so that the bottom rested flat on the bottom of the tub - and water filled it up - right over the top. When she realized how it worked, she took a small foam number, put it into the pitcher (while it was empty) and submerged it - watching the small foam number float to the top. Then she took the pitcher out, poured out the water, took the foam number (from wherever it landed), placed it back in the (now empty) pitcher and did it again and again.

I am so amazed by her development.

Chase also notices things. And names them. Like the moon. It's pretty wild to be driving along and hear the word "moon," come from a little voice in the back seat.

Another big surprise - she makes sure that every last one of her stuffed animals gets it's own verse in "Happy Birthday" (one of her favorite songs of all time).

Happy Halloween!

Introducing... Oscar the Grouch, Big Bird and Kermit The Frog.

Have You Noticed?

I have found a pattern. A pattern in the way parents answer the question, "do you know of a good baby sitter?" They pause and say either:

(a) "Um, yes, but she's really busy. She really doesn't have time. She's the only person we use."

- or -

(b)"No, we don't." Which means they are lying.

Now let me just say - I am not looking for someone full time. Not even part time. I just want two-friggin-early-evenings-(2-hours-max!)-dinners-out-without-chasing-a-toddler-around- the-restaurant-and-let's-not-forget-the- -adult-conversation-with-my-husband. That's four hours a month where I don't have to worry about picking poop up or changing diapers. Is that too much to ask for? Seriously.

Les Dents

"Start saving now for braces," the dentist told me.

Apparently, Chase doesn't have much space between her baby teeth, which means that when the big, adult teeth come in, there won't be enough room in her mouth.

The dentist also told me I should be brushing Chase's teeth, 2x per day - real brushing. And flossing her teeth. Are you kidding me? At present, she chews on her toothbrush, once per day.

Snow

Yesterday it was 80 degrees. Today, it snowed.
By the time I woke up, we had nearly three inches- on the ground.
This, of course, means the mountain resorts are o-p-e-n.

A funny story - we were in the grocery store today.
I was holding Chase. She started saying "mee mee, mee mee."
I turned to look - and she was pointing at a change machine - the kind that turns coins into dollars. She had a big smile on her face. "Mee mee!"

So I guess a trip to the United States Mint in Denver is in order.

Go Sox. Go!

Pumpkin Patch

Our local Methodist Church has a pumpkin patch. As Halloween is right around the corner, we decided it was about time to pick out a pumpkin. So we arranged a play date with one of Chase's friends, Jordie. The girls moved pumpkins around and ran themselves until they were too tired to stand up.

It was a warm, beautiful day. Tomorrow it is supposed to snow.














Chase and Dada...




















Chase and her friend, Jordie...

What a day!

Today was tough.

Hubs came home last night - sick, sick, sick. He spent the entire day in bed. Poor darling, he's still there.

I took Taggart to the vet. I confided in the vet that I was exhausted by this puppy; that I found myself utterly frustrated by the training (potty and otherwise), as he is not as smart as our last boxer. And it seems I have to get physical for him to listen - and napping him on the nose and on the bum hasn't made much difference, except that Chase runs around saying no and hits him with his toys - not exactly the lesson I want to teach my daughter about animals. So the vet helped. She gave me some new ideas about how to handle him. She told me to crate him more. She also told me to attach him to my belt, so that he is never on his own in the house, which makes correction easier. And finally, she told me to grr at him when he does something bad, and to scream when he nips. I guess that's better than making "no" every other word.

Fast forward to the afternoon - Tag had an allergic reaction to his vaccination, but I didn't find this out until 5 minutes before a (real jerk) contractor was due to arrive (to take a look at our oh-so-funky-kitchen). Chase hadn't napped. The vet told me Taggart could start convulsing at any minute. And the contractor gave me a guilt trip because he canceled his pilates class to meet with me.

What about the good news? The Denver Rockies made the World Series. Fingers crossed the Red Sox pull through...

New

Chase's latest word is new - pronounced "nnn-ooooooo."

Auntie Lockett brought Chase a lovely new baby, and she loves it.
Chase calls her "nnn-oooooo."

Mee Mee

So I bought four little plastic pumpkins for Chase. I thought they'd be fun to put things in. What did she put in them? "Mee Mee" - her word for money.

Chase loves coins. Big coins, little coins. Coins from England, Switzerland, Thailand, China. She loves them all. I used to think it was funny that when we came back to the US (while we lived abroad), Chase would smell American bills. Now I think her love of money is a little more serious.

Hmmm... Maybe she'll be a banker. Or investor. Or maybe she'll find a way to spend other people's money.

At any rate, she loves counting money. Or at least transferring it from one pumpkin to another. I tried to put something else in her pumpkin and she screamed.

I'm thinking Halloween will be a real shocker. I can just imagine her surprise when people offer her candy instead of money.

19 Months

Dear Chase,

This week you turn 19-months-old. I'm writing this now, because I never know when I will have a free moment.

I can't believe how quickly the time has passed. I can still remember the look of awe on your face when you came into the world. Your lips forming a perfect little "o," as if in wonder of what had just happened. I remember bringing you home from the hospital, packing up the car and moving to Switzerland.

I remember what an amazing sport you were as we sped across England and France, en route to Zurich. I remember taking you down to the Zurichsee. Putting your tiny toes in the water. Watching you sleep. You first showed you had a sense of humor in Switzerland. It was Switzerland where you had your first solid food and where you got your first tooth - and perhaps where you developed your love of cheese. I remember flying with you back to Portland to visit your great grandmother, Mary The Great, and how much joy you brought her. She loved you so much. I wish so much she could be here to play with you now, to watch you grow. I wish so much you could have actually known her - she was an amazing woman.

And I remember moving you to China, by way of Thailand, Hong Kong and Singapore. I remember what seemed to be an endless chain of hotel rooms. I remember being so worried about traveling alone with you - but in the end we made so many international flights together, alone, that I've lost count. You are an amazing traveler, my dearest little.

It was in China that you started talking. Where your palate expanded to include broccoli with oyster sauce, fish, noodles (of all kinds), and various other things. You learned to walk in China.

You are such a joy and delight to all who meet you. Everyone loves your laugh. When you laugh, the other children near you start laughing too.

I like your style Chase. You have a sense of humor and take a light, sensible approach to whatever comes you way. Always ready for the next adventure, your favorite thing to say is "Go, Dog. Go!"

We love you so much.

Overheard

On my way out of our little corner store - I had to make a run for vanilla - I overheard a man, saying VERY loudly into his cell phone, "Between you, me, and my lawyer, I was the only grown-up in the courtroom."

Huge Thanks

A super huge thanks to Nee Nee KarKar, PoppaJoe and Goo Goo (Auntie) Lockett for making the trip to Denver. We so enjoyed spending time with you!

Toddler Relocation Services

Chase and I spent most of yesterday building and decorating a little house - otherwise known as the headquarters for Santa Fe Toddler Relocation Services.

Chase and Tag

Taggart

Moderation

The weather here is incredible. Blue skies, close to 80 degrees, fresh air. Amazing.
It feels like so long ago, but I sure do remember not wanting to go outside in China.

Chase is out of 18-month-old clothes. She is now wearing size 2T and 3T (depending on brand). The cuffs on the pants need to be rolled up, but other than that, the clothes seem to fit her.
Why is she 18-months and wearing clothes for 3-year-olds?

Her hair is getting longer. Much longer. I am now fighting her at night to comb through her tangles. And so Hubs bought product. De-tangler to be precise. Seems to be working so far.

She names things all day long. And if she doesn't know the name, she always gets the syllable count right.

She loves the TV program Little Einsteins. Don't get me wrong, I don't think the program makes her smarter, on the contrary, there have been a lot of studies that show that they do just the opposite. But there are times when Mom needs a break, so a half hour here and there - without commercials, with classical music, is okay. (My mom would argue against this statement).

For those who don't know, I was only allowed four hours of TV a week. I absolutely understand why my parents did this, but I sure did miss out on a lot of pop culture. And I'm not sure it made me any smarter. I'm sure it made me more creative. But it's not like I can compare my now self, to a self that was allowed to watch TV. What I do know, is that I experience deep, inner conflict as soon as I turn on the TV.

Funny how those things come back to haunt you.

Same thing happens around food. I was not allowed to eat cereal that had sugar in the first three ingredients. Do you have ANY IDEA how many cereals that eliminates? Like, all of them. Except Cheerios. So I stopped eating breakfast. I developed an appetite for sugar, but I think we all have that anyway - it's just when you don't have parents telling you not to eat it.... Anyway, I am now looking for quick snacks for Chase, and everything has sugar, fructose, and other sugary ingredients. I have decided that I am using the 9 gram rule. Nothing with more than 9 grams of sugar per serving. We'll see how that works.

Moderation, moderation, moderation...

Poop

So Hubs asked me how my day was, and I just couldn't bring up the fact it was filled with poop. Just when I thought Tag had the "gotta go outside to do his business," he went and pooped inside. Twice. After he had spent a long time outside, no less. Maybe he got inside and outside mixed up? It wouldn't have been so bad, if I hadn't stepped in it. In bare feet.

And Chase spent a good part of today without a diaper on. It was so warm and beautiful outside. Anyway, back to the topic at hand. Let's just say I'm glad I was looking down.

It's days like this that make me want to go back to "work."

What A Stinker!

When I heard Bush chose to veto a bill that would have provided 10 million American children with health care for the next five years, it put stepping in dog poop (in bare feet) into perspective.

Now I know $35 billion for five years sounds a little expensive, but to date, U.S. taxpayers have spent over $387 billion on the war in Iraq - that's $13,750 per Iraqi in the country - although most of the money has gone to U.S. soldiers. And did you know that if you divide the money by the number of U.S. troops stationed in the country - it equates to over $2 million per soldier?

I'm not saying one is more important than the other, I'm simply comparing things. Dog poop. And where money is being spent - and not spent.

For more information on where money is spent on Iraq, check out Foreign Policy In Focus - http://www.fpif.org/fpiftxt/4106

Walmart

So I was in Walmart today, picking up art supplies for my favorite lass.

At check-out, I was mortified by what the lady behind me (with three kids) was buying. She had a dozen instant noodle boxes, some kind of crazy fruit drink with a faux flavor, cookies, and chicken that comes in different shapes. It made me sad. Really sad.

I wanted to report her to the child welfare department.

Today

So I am not getting any Mommy-of-the-year awards this week. With a new puppy, loads to sort and unpack and a toddler running a-muck, I broke down and turned on Sesame Street and put Tag in his kennel for a little while, just to find time to go to the bathroom, clear my head and make a couple calls (to register our new car, old cars, and track down two checks that have gone missing).

I've gotta run, Chase's 3 minute attention span is up - and I'm sure Tag could use more playtime.

Puppy Notes

So we picked up Taggart yesterday. He is SO mellow in comparison to our last Boxer. It may be because he's stressed at the moment, but all he seems to want to do is sleep. Chase cuddles up close to him and he puts his little puppy paws on her head. It is super sweet with sweet on top.

With Hubs not available next week to help with Tag, I've got my fingers crossed he will start to sleep through the night. Last night, Hubs got up twice to take him outside.

It's like we have another baby, but at least this one only gets up twice a night, rather than Chase, who was awake every two hours.

Moving Day: Take 2

Today our things arrived from China. Strangely enough, everything seems to go together. Weird.

Our neighbor stopped by and said, "I saw the moving truck and so I made you lunch, because you can't possibly be able to make lunch right now."

I was floored. We have been blessed with a neighbor who has owned her own catering business, so "throwing something together," is something that comes easily to her.

About a half hour later, she brought by risotto with spinach, a fresh olive bread loaf (from our local bakery), pork tenderloin in a maple glaze with baked apples - and carrot cake for dessert.

I am SO not kidding. It was amazing.

The Name Game

Every time Chase wakes, she immediately starts naming things. Or at least tries to come up with names for everything she sees. It's pretty cute. It's like roll call, but for objects, not people. Just making sure everything is there....

Hey Good Lookin' - What You Got Cookin?

Overheard At The Kiddie Park

"So I have to take care of Mona's twins and brand new puppy this weekend," one mom said to her group of mom friends.

"What? Mona has a new puppy? Is she insane?" One mom replied.

Meanwhile, I just agreed with Hubs last night that we would pick up Taggart this weekend.

Crazy is my apparently my middle name. Who else takes a small child to a remote city in China? A puppy just doesn't seem like such a big deal when one compares it to traveling to over 20 cities (ok, so I'm sure it's more than this, but I stopped counting after 20) in the first 18 months after having a baby.

But enough about me, I'm thinking that the crazy person in this scenario is the mom who agreed to watch the twins and the dogs in addition to her own child and dog.

Seriously. Pot calling the kettle black.

Chase's Big Words

Today Chase said, "Go Dog, Go." Over and over again. Amazing.

The Work Continues

Still unpacking. Chase has started to whine a lot. Like she wants to say something but can't. I think she might be getting molars, because she is extra cranky with crank on top.

Home Sweet Home

I can't believe we have been unpacking for a week. And we're still not through it all. And there is more to come. We still await our shipment from China. And I don't know where it is all going to go. Seriously, we might as well just tell them to take it back.

Funny how after one purchases a home, one finds things one missed during the home inspection, like that the previous owners painted over wallpaper. UGH. Or that the foundation under the kitchen addition isn't as solid as you hoped. Or that a queen size bed spring set doesn't fit up the stairs (yes, I broke a window trying to make it fit).

So we called around and found - yes, it's too good to be true - queen size split box springs. They went up the stairs so quickly and so easily. Oh if only we had the smarts to know about the beautiful split box springs BEFORE we tried maneuvering the queen set upstairs. We would still have our window. Live and learn.

Speaking of learning... Chase is amazing. She is talking all the time. She doesn't know a lot of words, but the words she does know, she uses all the time.

We're pretty sure Chase thinks her dad drives a truck all day. She is always saying "da da" and then making the sign for drive. I guess it makes sense, because she sees him drive away to work every day. But she doesn't know where he goes. So for all she knows he just drives around all day.

She has grown out of her 18-month clothes. She is now wearing slippers that are size medium (we had to cut the toes out of her PJs last night - her feet are about 6" long!).

And she's the cutest, smartest, little girl we've ever seen.

Red Head

Our new neighborhood is crazy about garage sales. There is one on every other block.

So I decided to drop in on one...

A boy and his mother sat outside a gorgeous old home. There was no one else there. I walked up to them, looking around at what they had on offer (rubbish).

The little boy said loudly, "Look mom, she is so white!" (I suddenly felt like I was back in China)

I explained that I wear sunscreen every day, that I stay out of the sun because it's better for the skin. That too much sun is bad for the skin and causes wrinkles. I decided to leave the cancer part out.

His mother, who was clearly not in agreement with my sun-free lifestyle choice, said to her son, "She has to stay out of the sun, she is a red head."

I wanted to tell her I'm not. That my hair color may have a tinge of red due to my stylist. But then I thought better of it. Her boy was clearly brainwashed to think bronze is better.

And if there's one thing I've learned by being a mom, it's not to contradict another mother.

Inspired = Distinct Lack of Eyebrows

I blame my tiny eyebrows on "What Not To Wear," an oh-so-fabulous television show where two people who are moderately stylish take people who have no eye for fashion, go through their closet, publicly humiliate them and then give them $5,000 for a new wardrobe.

I was inspired because the hosts took a mom, who was still in maternity clothes - a year after she had her son - and gave her a makeover. She looked great. I thought there was no reason why I shouldn't look great, too!

And so I decided my first step to a new Lang was to get my brows waxed. I went to a woman recommended to me by my Realtor (because I know nobody here).

It was my worst brow experience ever.
I left with half the brows I came with - and not in a good way.

So I guess part of my makeover is going to have to involve an eyebrow pencil - until my brows grow back in!

Day Care Mom

So I was at the zoo yesterday with Chase, and while we were waiting for a friend, we met a little girl. She was one of four kids in a Radio Flyer wagon. She introduced herself, her brother and the other two kids (all names I have since forgotten), and then she said, "and this my Day Care mom. She wants me to call her mom."

The woman who was with them, who had been quiet up until this point, turned to her and said, "that's not true."

The little girl turned to her, surprised, and said, "but that's what you said this morning."

Finding A Job

I was browsing through Craigslist looking for freelance opportunities and came across the following job, which I just had to post.

MISS U.SA. wants scheduler

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Reply to: job-421222900@craigslist.org
Date: 2007-09-13, 3:59AM MDT


wow! funnnn! easy!

MISS U-S-A (former) gives presentations for our company, along with several other professional reps.

Her 'celebrity status' makes it sooooooo easy for you to schedule meetings because EVERYONE wants to meet her!

We'll give you more details if you pass our 'telephone audition.'

This is a work from home job, part-time, 4 hours a day (Monday thru Friday… during normal business hours)

Flexible hours (you can divide the 4 hours, as you please)

You can live anywhere in the USA and do this

call this voicemail 24/ 7

562 - 223 - 1000

Leave us at least a two minute message so we can hear the 'quality' of your voice. Please be specific and tell us about the types of jobs you have in the past. Thanks so much for your interest and MISS USA will appreciate your phone audition.

Building Plans Nixed

Our plans for the house have been nixed, thanks to Dave, our friendly, neighborhood contractor - and multiple issues with our house and Denver zoning rules and restrictions.

This morning we were talking about adding big dormers, a bathroom upstairs, a huge master bed suite. Tonight, we're talking a kitchen remodel - and adding another bathroom under the hall stairs. The revised plan will still add value to the house, but it won't double the value of our home, as we had intended to do with the upstairs remodel.

All things happen for a reason. I guess the upstairs remodel wasn't meant to be.

Insurance

So the woman in the billing dept of my doctor's office called me today. She called me "hon" and "sweetie," throughout our conversation, which went something like this...

"Hi, yes, I called yesterday and I think I spoke to you about a double-billing issue."

"Sweetie, I speak to so many people each day."

"Well, my insurance company indicated I owe you X amount - and I'd like to pay it."

"OK hon, are you sure you don't want to resubmit and see if they pay? We should at least see if the payment they made comes through." (Interesting how her memory is coming back now)

Me, wanting to hang up the phone on her - "No, I'd just like to pay you what I owe."

"OK sweetie."

"I'll put it in the mail." - Me.

"OK hun."

Medical Insurance

Today the finance department of my doctor's office hung up on me.

I saw a doctor here (no worries, nothing is wrong), and the doctor's office billed my insurance company TWICE. For the same amount. So of course I got a slip in the mail from the one that was denied. So I called my insurance company and they said they paid one and denied the other. And then they told me the amount that I needed to pay the doctor's office. And that the rest would be "written off" by the doctor's office, which I seriously don't understand. It like, "let's bill them x amount and see if they pay. If not, no worries, we'll just take what they pay and forget about the rest."

So I called my doctor's office, told them there must be a misunderstanding, that my insurance company had been billed twice. The finance lady, on the other end of the phone, told me that she had no record of the payment from the insurance company, that the amount she had billed had been denied and that the denial meant they didn't cover my visit - which wasn't true, they had simply already paid the office for the first bill. She also told me one of the bills must have been for lab work - which is rubbish - as they were both for-the-exact-same-amount.

So I tried to explain this - over and over again - to the finance woman. And she kept telling me she would re-submit the bill. And I kept telling her it wasn't about re-submitting. It was about the fact they had already been paid. And that I wanted to pay her the difference. So I told her she needed to figure out who billed the insurance company (twice) from her office, and she said "okay, ma'am" and then hung up the phone abruptly. Didn't even let me pay.

I was livid. I wanted to walk over there, track her down, look her in the eye and tell her that's no way to treat another human being.

But instead, I'll take her hanging up as a sign that she must have realized the billing error was on her side, otherwise there would be no reason to be so defensive, right?

A New Baby

No, I'm not pregnant again.

Chase's word of the month is "baby." Of all the words in her baby sign book, she liked the word "baby" best. She's been saying, over and over, every day. And so I decided this was a (not so subtle) hint to me that she needed to have a baby doll.

I thought I found one at Costco (I didn't set out to look for baby dolls at Costco, I just stumbled across one that seemed good - she came with a stuffed animal, a blanket, a bottle, a pacifier, a bassinet and diapers - aka hours of self entertainment, I hoped). But when we got her home, we found the baby's eyes didn't close and her arms looked like she had been lifting weights - they didn't hang at her sides - they were completely overstuffed. And so I decided we'd return it and keep looking.

Yesterday I was at TAR-JEHY, and decided to take a look at the baby dolls on offer. I have never seen SO many scary dolls. There was one that was a sick baby - and it came with bandages, a thermometer, and cheeks that turned red - and on the packaging it said, "Mommy will make it better." ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

And, while we were looking at baby dolls, I passed another mother, with kids who must have been about five years old. They were looking at the older dolls saying, "Mom, can you believe how ugly she is?"

At that point I really wanted to turn around and say, "You know life isn't all about looks. That doll probably has a great personality, is super smart and might even go on to be the first female president of the United States."

Taggart

Meet Taggart.
We will pick him up from the breeder in early October.

The Literate Entourage

Left to right: Grr Bear (aka Bear-a-Marinara), Bedtime Bunny, Baa Baa, Molly and Chase.














Pay no attention to the construction taking place behind them.

Is There A Patron Saint Of Furniture Sales?

Hubs and I have spent the last three weekends combing through various furniture stores in Denver. We looked at Crate & Barrel, Pottery Barn, Macy's and the local, specialty furniture shops. We purchased, and then returned multiple beds and couches - before they were delivered - because we kept finding things we liked just a little more... And, as we need to buy so many things for our new house (beds, a dining room set, living room furniture, lawn mower, iron, etc.), we figured we'd have to furnish each room slowly.

But the Patron Saint of Retail was listening...

A little bird told us there was going to be a massive sale at the Ethan Allen in Fort Collins, Colorado. And there was. And it was amazing. Really amazing.

For the money we had originally allotted for the couch, we bought a couch, a gorgeous queen bed (mattress & frame). A dining room table set with seating for eight. Plus a changing table (that turns into a book shelf). And a candelabra. And two leaded crystal vases. And a huge mirror. And a green bowl. And a piece of art. And none of it was made in China.

And the best part? It's all going to be delivered on Friday!

Organic Greens

Today Chase played with her new friend, Linus, a little boy she met in the library last week. He and Chase play very well together, and I like his mom, so that's a plus!

We spent the afternoon soaking up sun in our back yard. We played in the pool ("pooh"). We finger painted. Examined some sea shells. Read some books.

And then Chase decided to feed her horse.













A little later he was still hungry, so I fed him a little more...

Wise Man

So I was walking down the street today and a guy, who looked normal enough, walked past me. He looked right at me and Chase and said, "Blessed is the child."

She's In. She's Out.

I pulled Chase out of the Montessori school today; she was slated to start in two weeks. I couldn't go through with it; something about it just wasn't right.

The thought of handing her over to total strangers every morning was more than I could bear. I don't know how moms turn their kids over to daycares. Even nannies. I've seen so many nannies over the past couple weeks - and while there are good ones, most barely interact with the children. But, I guess that as long as they keep the kids out of the lion's den at the zoo, they are earning their money.

Anyway, there is another Montessori school we are considering. The only drawback: it's like applying to college. They send out application packets in October - you are alerted in March as to if your child has been accepted. The gorgeous thing about the school is they offer morning classes 2, 3 or 5 times per week. So we'll apply next month and cross our fingers that Chase is accepted. She'll be two at that point and we'll be more settled into Denver, which will help ease the transition.

Speaking of which, things here are still very much up in the air - but we're settling in more and more every day. While we own a home, we aren't actually living there now. We don't have any furniture yet. We're still living out of duffel bags and boxes in our apartment. Our mattress arrives in a week. Our couch arrives in October. Things from China will arrive next week or the following week, and then we should get our things from PDX the week of 17 September (thanks to my darling Hubs who is planning to drive the goods here himself).

Slowly, slowly, it is coming together...

The Zoo

We are now proud members of the Denver Zoo. During the weekends, the zoo is packed with families. During the week, however, the zoo appears to be the place to go if you are a nanny.

I met three ladies today. All of them were nannies. There was one gal I really liked; she was young, sporty and taking care of two boys; she also cares for 1-year-old twins - so I asked for her number, just in case Hubs and I ever decide to have "date night" (a little something I've read about in all those parenting books). Anyway...

At this point, I'm not sure Chase understands that the whole reason we go to the zoo is to see animals. Or maybe I'm the one who doesn't understand that there is so much more to do - like pretend to drive the golf carts that the zoo-keepers drive. We sat in one for what felt like a decade, while I asked her to drive me to various exhibits.

Chase will be the first to tell you that the zoo is also a good place for running. And when you're not running (or looking at animals or playing on the golf carts) it's fun to explore the plants and shrubs that line the pathways.

And finally, we have also found the zoo is a great place to have fun with our shadows. Chase was walking behind me, so I turned, put my arms over my head so that the shadows of my fingers just touched Chase's shoes - and then I pretended to tickle her feet. She laughed, so I gave her a hug with my shadow. Then I decided to use my shadow fingers to pat the head of her shadow - and that pretty much freaked her out. The thought of my shadow interacting with her shadow was just too much.

Good thing there were some pink flamingos nearby so I could quickly distract her.

Birdhouse

We spent most of this weekend at our new house.
Even without a single piece of furniture, the house feels like home.

Our private backyard enabled Chase to spend most of the day in her "birthday suit," playing in her new, inflatable pool (thanks Da Da!).

I had no idea the pool would provide HOURS of fun. I mean nothing keeps her attention that long. Maybe I should get one for our living room or kitchen so she can amuse herself while I cook dinner.

But today wasn't all about the pool. Chase also enjoyed eating fresh, local peaches - and the juice streamed down her chin, onto her stomach. She spent most of the day with a huge smile on her face - running around naked, covered in peach juice.

And if that wasn't enough fun, we decided to paint a birdhouse. I was surprised at how she focused on the colors - and was determined to paint the birdhouse on the inside and out.

I must say, it's gorgeous (okay, yes, I'm a little biased).
I'm sure the birds will love it.
They might even fight over it.

Methinks we'll need to paint a couple more.

Daddy's Girl

Up until last month, Chase's favorite word was "Ma Ma." It was the first word she said in the morning, and the last word she said at night.

And while I have enjoyed being the center of Chase's universe, I have also looked forward to the time when she could build and strengthen her relationship with her Dad.

Not too long ago, I came up with a plan. I suggested Hubs get involved in feeding her (and keeping her company) at meal time. And it worked wonders.

In just a few days, Chase's focus shifted. "Da Da," a word she had mastered months ago, and used often enough, became her favorite word.

Now she always needs to know where Da Da is, what he is doing, when she will see and play with him next. If she can't see him, she needs to know where he is.

And I must say, it is fabulous to watch Chase snuggle up close and kiss him on the cheek at every opportunity. And to watch him snuggle and kiss her right back.

And while I kind of miss Chase needing me every minute of every day, I find it refreshing and freeing to have her spend time reading, wrestling and giggling with her father, as my father has always been - and continues to be - one of the most important people in my life.

My father has always encouraged me to dream BIG dreams. And the best part - he continues to support me as I work to accomplish them. He has given me courage to try new things, strength to take risks and the will to persevere when things don't turn out as I thought they would.

Dads are so important (mom, you are so important, too, but this entry is about Dads).

Chase, my darling little, you are so lucky to have a Dad who loves you so completely. He'd do anything for you.

We'd both do anything for you. We love you so.

Bathtime

Blueberry Pancakes

You Go, Girl!

17-Month-Old Going On 17-Year-Old

I'm not sure what is going on with Chase. Maybe it's her teeth. Maybe it's all the moving. Maybe she's tired of her toys. Maybe she doesn't like our temporary housing. Maybe it's the fact there has been a lot of construction outside so she isn't sleeping well.

At any rate, her behavior makes me feel like I have a teenager in the house. Except I guess I'm lucky because teenagers storm out of the room and take off in the car. Chase, on the other hand is still too afraid to be more than a couple steps away. And even if she mustered up the courage, how far could she actually get with Bedtime Bunny, Lola, Grr Bear, Baba the Sheep and her three language books - which must go everywhere with her - in tow?

But seriously, I don't have the faintest clue as to what is causing the fluctuation in Chase's behavior. She is a perfect angel one minute. And then the littlest thing happens - or nothing happens - which causes her to have a breakdown - which includes crying, screaming, arching her back and twisting her way onto the floor, where she flaps her arms and kicks her legs, as if to say "you just don't understand."

After trying multiple times to soothe her, I have found that distracting her with a "look what I'm doing, isn't it fun?" works the best. The problem is, I'm having a hard time finding new, fun, things to distract her with - every 5 minutes - which seems to be how often she has her breakdowns. So sometimes I pretend to ignore her (which I never really do and I am always very close by to ensure she is safe).

She has yet to throw a major tantrum in public. I think when that happens (and at this rate I'm sure it's just a matter of time) I'll just sit down next to her, get comfortable, and let her get it out of her system. Or maybe I'll make a scene, too. See how she likes it.

Denver: Home Sweet Home

So the sellers caved and gave us the money to repair the roof. Hubs thinks they were afraid we'd walk away. I think it's karma.

We close Friday at noon.

Tonight we pick up my car. Yes, it's a Volvo. I'm all about safety these days. Having a car will free us from the four block radius we've been walking every day. Now we can go to the zoo. To playgrounds. To parks.

And maybe even meet people.

I must say, I really dislike having to find new friends every time we relocate to a new city. It feels like dating. Except it's harder. Not only do I have to like the woman and agree, on some level, with her parenting style. But Hubs also has to like, or at least be able tolerate, her husband.

And then, of course, they have to like us.

But that's the easy part, right?

Hi Ho, Hi Ho - Off To Montessori Chase Goes

A hard decision, but (fingers crossed) a good one.
And if it doesn't work out, I can always give 30-days notice.

So, starting late next month (when she turns 18-months-old), Miss Chase, who has been away from me less than 10 times in the past 15 months, will begin Montessori school (M-F) from 8-11 a.m.

My little girl is growing up!

Overheard At Starbucks

"You have to report all dead bodies, even before they are verified." - One lady said to the other.

"I know, I know. The coroner really got on my case about it." - The other lady responded.

Perhaps I should mention at this time that our temporary housing is located close to a hospital.

Montessori or No

I'm torn. Utterly and completely.

I love the concept of sending Chase to a Montessori school in the mornings (to build her independence, provide her with a change of scene, teach her to interact with other children in a respectful and meaningful way and empower her to explore the world on her own), but I hate the idea of sending her to a Montessori school in the mornings (I don't trust anyone with my darling girl). Yes, I have a problem.

It would also give me a much needed break from the constant care, and a much needed child care solution if I needed to go to see a dentist/doctor. And, of course, it would provide me with an opportunity to freelance - get back in the game, so to speak.

So, I filled out the Montessori school forms.
But I find myself on the fence about turning them in.

My biggest worry, beside the constant nagging thought that Chase would be better at home with me, is my career. Up until I had Chase, my career was moving swiftly forward. Now nothing but Chase and Hubs seems to matter. It's the most profound experience I've ever had; my feelings for my little girl are so deep and so strong.

So what do I do? Do I enroll her and try it out? I can give 3o-day notice. Seems like it would make sense to at least give a shot, especially given how long the wait lists are to get into other schools (the only reason why there is space is because it is a brand new location). Or would she be better off with me at home?

Ohhhhh. I don't knowwww. It makes my head hurt.

Update: Radon

We learned today that our house "to be" has, what is considered to be, a very high level of radon (did you know the Surgeon General has warned that radon is the second leading cause of lung cancer in the United States today?).

I, of course, obsess about this kind of thing (which drives Hubs crazy). Why is it worth obsessing over? Because it is invisible, tasteless and odorless (just like pesticides).

After talking with the US EPA, the Colorado Department of Health, and a local radon removal specialist, I am happy to report that they all concur - radon is extremely common in Denver. The issue can be resolved by installing a ventilation system that pushes the gases outside.

For fun reading about radon, visit: http://www.epa.gov/radon/

Driving Miss Daisy

"Right turns are easier to make than left turns. It's a fact." - Hubs

Having just moved to a new city, we naturally rely on a map to get us from place to place.
Hubs drives, I navigate.
And it always goes something like this.

We get in the car.
He starts driving.

I start flipping through the map trying to find our destination saying "can you just pull over for one second? I need to figure this out."

He drives faster.
Then he starts asking me, "Do we turn left? Do we turn right?"

I say, "I don't know, give me a minute."

He says, "What do you mean you don't know, you have the map. The person with the map is supposed to know where to go." (Hubs is always so logical. Oh to be so logical.)

We've had this same conversation over and over.
But yesterday was different.
Yesterday we came to an agreement.

Hubs can start driving, but I have five minutes to get oriented before he can ask me any questions. I am SO loving this agreement.

My darling girl is UP ... I've gotta run!

No bodies found in the backyard

Hurray! Inspection went well. The roof is the only major issue (hail damage), but we were planning to take it off anyway. We hope to take possession next Friday.

We visited the local Montessori school - it wasn't in session - but I really liked the feel of it. I really must get back there to see the kids in action. We talked briefly with the teachers and then had a longer conversation with the woman who started the original school.

Chase wanted nothing more than to get down, out of my arms, and get to work!

Why Temporary Housing Is Good

"I just moved to town," I told the Starbucks Barista this morning.

"Welcome the neighborhood," she said, rolling her eyes. "It used to be a nice neighborhood before the gangs moved in. Now my husband and I don't go out on Saturday night because there are drive by shootings and gang members hang out on the corner just over there." She pointed to the closest street corner.

"Is public transportation safe here?" I asked. Trying to ignore the fact that the local Barista just informed me that we unknowingly selected temporary housing in an urban war zone. And trying even harder to forget how much it is costing us per month.

"Just stay close to the driver and you should be fine."

Thanks a latte, lady.

Question Of The Day

"Why is milk more expensive than gas?" - Hubs

This Could Be Our House...(fingers crossed inspection goes well)

Front...













Back...













Porch swing!

Day 3: Offer Accepted

So we put in an offer today. Crazy, I know. We spent two days looking for houses - and because the Denver housing market is SO wacky, we just had to do it.

The good news: we got it for about 40K less then it was originally listed for - and it's right around the corner from two homes worth over 1 million. So if we can pony up the dough for improvements over the next few years (rework kitchen, expand bedrooms, add two baths) we should be in great shape when it comes to reselling. Even without these improvements, the house is great as is, so we're happy!

One little thing about the Denver housing market, besides the fact you get nothing for a lot of money - there is a brilliant option when you're making an offer. You can better offers of your competitors by adding a clause that you will add $2,000 (or whatever) to any offer - with a ceiling of XX (you decide). If that makes sense. Anyway, it's brilliant because whatever the competition is offering, you come in at $2,000 more, which makes your offer "make more sense." The other thing we love - you can add an "as is" clause, which doesn't actually mean "as is." The buyer can still back out after the inspection.

We found a car. It wasn't gold. But it was totaled in the garage. And a white boxer puppy - we go see him tomorrow. We are looking forward to having our kitten out as well - and then we'll be all set!

New Home?

So we think we found our new home. Problem is, someone else thinks it is their new home too. Nothing like being in a bidding war in a buyer's market. Tomorrow we will, most likely, put in an offer, because another bidder came in with an offer this afternoon.

Hey, but wait, that's not fair... isn't this the market where houses aren't selling?

To make sure we wanted to put in an offer, we first drove out to the *burbs,* which I must admit, scared me. It did look like a kid's paradise though... Lots of little ones running around, a big pool, a club house, a barn with horses, nice trails and wilderness close by. All at the base of the foothills. A gorgeous sunset painted the sky pink. And then we realized that there is nothing but strip malls around. And the houses are on tiny lots, so you better hope you like your neighbors. Goodness knows what would happen if you didn't!

Hello Desperate Housewives.

The house we are currently considering, on the other hand, is 5 mins from the Denver Zoo, a huge park, 10/15 mins from Downtown, the Children's Hospital, Museums, etc. The house has three beds on the 2nd floor - okay, the fact I said three beds and second floor in the same sentence means you should be in disbelief - plus a bed and bath downstairs. Plus a huge garage (which sadly makes the lawn space quite small), but there is also a shop next to the garage (Hubs loves this). Plus it is just really nice inside (but the kitchen is a little funky and would need a big remodel).

It's tough. Do we hold out for something better or do we make an offer?

Notes From A High Altitude

We arrived in Denver yesterday.

The air is clean.
The sky is blue.
The roads are wide.
There are lots of trees.
And mountains.
And good food.
And expensive homes.
And gold volvos (more on this later).
And the altitude is - HIGH.

Our rental car is huge (go America!) and a strange sea foam color. And just when I thought we were the only ones on the road in such a car, another one passed us - would you believe it was the same color.

Thank goodness our temporary housing is, well, temporary. We've learned it's always hard to know exactly what to expect when one moves to a new city and must find temp digs. I can say, however, that it is better than the mole hole we lived in when we first moved to Switzerland.

So now we are v-e-r-y motivated house hunters. We went out today. Optimistic we would find the house of our dreams. No such luck. We found, in fact, quite the opposite. And not just one house we didn't like, but 9 houses we didn't like. Why? The style of old homes in Denver is quite different from anywhere we've lived. First: they like to have bedrooms on the main floor. Second: They don't build up, they love basement living. So most of the houses have one or two bedrooms on the main floor (of a very small house) and then one bedroom - or two bedrooms - in the basement. Egads. Not exactly what we were hoping to find.

And so now we are actually contemplating, like the crazy Allbrittons we are, buying a home and blowing the top off it. Why? Because we can buy it for not much and the home is that it is right next door is worth 1.2M. But then I worry about all that work, especially with a little one, and think about how nice it would be to be out and about, rather than working on a house, and all of a sudden those big old cookie cutter homes start looking really good.

And if that isn't enough to muddle the brain, we also need to buy two cars. So I'm thinking about a Volvo Cross Country, but we just keep finding them in GOLD. And I don't want gold. Now if they had sea foam green ... just kidding.

So with all this running about, Chase didn't sleep a wink during the day. So she claimed revenge this evening. She crashed at 6, slept until 8 and will be awake until at least 11.

We should have known better...

Re-Entry

So first, a huge apology to the friends I haven't called and to one of my favorite supervisors of all time, who was in town, but due to my schedule and family obligations I couldn't meet up with...

So what can I say about re-entry? Well, I realized I needed to stop myself from buying huge quantities of pharmaceuticals and various dried goods (like we've been doing every time we've been here for the past four years). Yes, that's right. I can buy them any day, any time! Same goes for Hostess fruit pies. How amazing and terribly convenient.

I've been revelling in the fact that I actually understand conversations happening around me - all the time. Although I must say that most of what I've been overhearing is completely inane. Discussions about the latest this and the latest that, and did you know Sue is sleeping with Richard and Richard doesn't like Sue, he likes Jenna, blah blah blah.

I've turned on the TV - and the news channels are flashing headlines on the latest disaster. And saying, "this just in, temperatures are higher than normal, could it be global warming?" To which I say, of course it's global warming you dumb %$#, and stop talking about it and start doing something about it. At least I can rest at night now, as Paris Hilton is apparently campaigning to save the world. Interesting how time in jail = uber environmentalist. If that's so, I can think of a few people who might benefit from time in the clink.

But on to brighter, all American things. I have started to fantasize ...about owning a home again. With our stuff in it. With things we haven't seen unpacked in five years. I wonder if we will still like our stuff or if we will end up giving it all to Good Will. And as luck has it, the mortgage market is down in the dumps at the moment - lucky for us, not so lucky for everyone who is currently trying to pay off mortgages they couldn't afford in the first place - meaning it is suddenly very much a buyer's market.

But before we can buy a home, Hubs just has to decide where in Denver he will be located (the company he works for has two offices there) - and decide on which job he will take (he has a couple great options), and then we should be all set.

Meanwhile, I have continued to look into schools - the process is long and I really need to actually visit the schools and talk to parents before I can decide anything. So I guess it is good news that there is such a long, formal application process to the schools I'm considering for Chase. But I must say, it is hard to know in October what my needs will be in March (aka morning program vs afternoon program vs full day).

Speaking of such things, I am finding the Mommy culture here to be a shocker. I went to the Zoo the other morning and there were moms and kids lined-up outside. All the moms were totally kitted out - the babies were all dressed perfectly, with animal hats and jackets. It kind of made me want to puke.

I looked at Chase, who smiled sweetly at me, blissfully unaware that she was not wearing the latest animal print dress and feather boa - next time, my dear. Good thing I had her little hat with bunny ears on it (good save, mom!). But what gets me about it is that being a mom in America feels like I'm going to my first day of high school - all over again. But this time it isn't just me, it's also Chase - and are we wearing the right things, do we look like we just rolled out of bed (chances are we did), did we bring enough snacks, did we bring enough diapers, toys, wipes, yada yada. Pressure is on!

I've already noticed there are several different kinds of moms. There's the "I just came from the salon" mom. The grubby, run-ragged, "I never shower" mom. The "my child must match what I'm wearing" mom. The "here, eat anything" mom, the "not unless it's organic and there's no sugar" mom.

I've found I am definitely a mom who needs time at the salon but is having too much fun getting grubby.

This Just In..

Chase slept through the night last night for the first time since we arrived. I, however, woke-up every other hour.

I am officially a zombie.

Blueberries

I've been in Portland now for a week and have been operating under the radar. I literally haven't seen anyone - except immediate family. Why? Because last time around I flew from place to place, non-stop, and thoroughly exhausted myself - and Chase. It wasn't pretty.

I've noticed this time around that she has become increasingly clingy. She grabs onto my leg and won't let me walk from one end of the Schauffler's kitchen to the other. This says to me that she needs reassurance - and that all of this moving about is starting to impact her. I look forward to the "settling down for a while" part that I think will come with moving to Denver.

Besides all the moving about and living out of suitcases, Jet Lag is really a bear. Chase had just overcome jet lag from our flight to Dalian when we decided to return to the US. Poor girl (and poor mama, who has been up at all hours for a week now!)

During the day, when she's awake and full of energy, we've been playing with water, collecting pine cones, and picking blueberries (which she calls boo-berries). At night, we've played stacking games, among other things.

And while there are other stories to tell, I must try to take a nap now, while she is still asleep...

The Big Flight

The flight from Dalian, China to Portland, Oregon, went as well as could be expected. The check-in desk in Dalian had no record of my flight. After speaking to the supervisor, my ticket seemed to appear out of nowhere. Once we were on the plane, I was relieved to discover that the airline was clever enough not to sit anyone beside me, so Chase had her own seat.

Chase managed to pee through her diaper - right onto my leg - on the flight from Dalian to Korea. From there, I enjoyed a lovely 5-hour stay in Korea. We made lots of friends in the business lounge, but what she enjoyed most was the kids romper room. Those Koreans are brilliant, to actually create a space where children can get all their energy out between flights. Chase slept more on the next flight than she has since she was an infant (again, in her own seat).

I was paid a special visit from the lead flight attendant on the Korea - Vancouver flight, who made it clear he had intentionally kept the seat next to me vacant and if there was A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G I needed, to let him know. It was clear he wanted to make sure that Chase and I were happy bunnies. And the fact he talked to us in a whisper made it pretty clear he was hoping we would also talk in whispers.

So after a 10-hour flight, I rolled off the plane with a well-rested baby in my arms. I actually got more sleep on that flight than ever before.

The next flight was on one of those little planes. Chase on my lap. The woman I sat next to didn't respect the confines of her seat. At one point I had to rest my left arm and I ended up lowering it slightly, only to have my arm touch hers - and ugh - our arms stuck together for a moment, because we were both so hot (it was while we were on the tarmac, before they had turned the a/c on to full). Chase slept almost the entire flight.

And now we find ourselves battling some pretty stout jet lag.