Sunday, January 12, 2020

Happy 2020! Glad to be Back

Wonderful that this blog still exists after nine years, and is resuscitated at a whim with little effort (if it had been more complicated the whim would have surely passed).  I'm somewhat regretful I didn't manage to keep up journaling during a kick-ass period of amazing parenting and stellar career progression, because it could have been one of those glossy fun zombie movies with the inside jokes, the knowing cultural references, when really it should have been a study on the terror and gore of night sweats and stress that came with sick children, disgruntled spouse and unreal work deadlines.  Alas!

So the new decade is here, and as with the last time I am actually very ready and welcoming of the shiny new year ahead as well as the big milestone birthday.  The difference being I am now exiting the period of being a carer for little people, and my perspective about what I need to do versus what I want to do is converging like never before.  This is a wonderful and scary thing that I hope to explore in the journey ahead.    








Friday, August 19, 2011

Chicago, June 2011

Everytime I come home I make sure to jam pack my schedule to the limit, and normally at the end of my stay I fly back content in having gotten to see everyone near and dear to me. This time I overdid it and spread myself waaay too thin....not a mistake I'll make again!!

Having said that, it was so fun to meet up at Rob and Aimee's with Laura, Hope, and the whole Wales clan. I'm sad it was only one afternoon but the picture makes me want to hug everyone all over again.

And I hardly saw the Bad Bad Kitty - here she is making a solemn Ponchi purty.

Ponchi did get A-kong and A-ma time on her own - we abandoned her when we signed up for the toilet training outsourcing package (thanks A-ma and Hsin!)

We hightailed it down to Florida where we enjoyed a fun Disney cruise and the Caribbean heat and sunshine so missing this year in Germany.

Here we are with the Beckerman cousins dancing up a storm at the Pirates party. A BIG thank you to Jean for organizing the entire trip and figuring out all the "to-dos" to maximize our fun in Diseyworld...Pig had an amazing time!!


I think I will retire before I experience a more luxurious cruise, but we figured out along the way we're more seeing and doing people (vs lazing and relaxing) and in hindsight would have traded the days on the boat for more time in Disneyworld - so much there to satisfy the kid in all of us. Rock and Rollercoaster!!!!!!!

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Roman Holiday

Nearly a year ago Pig brought up his big idea: me and him, Rome, at least two overnights. He was that specific. Why Rome, why "without Papi and Ponchi", I don't know. I laughed it off at first, then realized I'd better grab my chance before he starts school and figures out it's uncool to travel anywhere with mom. We got special dispensation from the Eco-Pope to fly within Europe and promised each other we would be on our best behavior.
We ate way more than we should have, way less than I would have if I could (chalk it up to old age, I remember tucking way more away in '97). We hardly exhausted the list of recommended "to-dos" from everyone...but in the end if you can stomach the crowds (ie everyone else but yourself for intruding on this amazing city) you can't go very wrong in Rome.

Melissa's father inviting Felix to come back in 2023 to take her out to dinner (at least this is what the charming guy at Ai Tre Tartufi said)


We hit many of the highlights. St. Peters, Spanish Steps, the eternal Pantheon - where the lighting is always amazing.


Piazza del Popolo at sunset. When Niki and I arrived this was my first view of Rome after emerging from the metro. Still amazing.
We made deposits for our return...

Here we are at the Circus Maximus celebrating Rome's birthday. On this trip I had to explain Romulus and Remus (and she-wolf), Romans, the Goths, and yes, Christianity. I've been putting this one off for a while and have been feeling incredibly guilty for introducing religion after Star Wars to my kid. It was one eye-opening story after the other. The question that finally came after hours and hours of explaining was: what would God do in a black hole??


Friday, May 13, 2011

What She Said




I feel bad. Not only about neglecting this blog but also because Ponchi has definitely the short end of the document-your-offspring deal. My mom complains about how there aren't as many pictures of her, and updates on her progress from baby to toddler has been nonexistent. The explanation for all this, of course, is because secretly Ponchi blows Jochen and I away every day. By her complicated sentence structures before age 2, her bilingual fluency, and her ease to "sai-nai" her way to anything (Taiwanese speakers what is the translation for this term?). Before I forget this moment in her life too I'll try to set down a few examples:

Ponchi scrapes her knee and starts to howl in pain. I try to comfort her and she says, "Mommy, if I only had a cupcake!" I laugh out loud in delight at the thought and at the conditional tense and get a scowl and tears in return. "Mommy DON'T laugh at me." I finally calm her down and as the tantrum fades she looks at me, "Mommy, you're my cupcake."

Felix lectures Ponchi in the restaurant. "Ponchi, these are my french fries, you can't have any because you have to wait until you're six before you should eat french fries." "Yes," Ponchi agrees serenely. Pig turns his head to look at something in another direction and at that moment his sister reaches for a fry and eats it undetected.

Ponchi: "Oma, you're a sad sack." "Mommy, you have NO idea."

I fit Ponchi's arms with these floatation thingamas for the first time and convince her to let go in the pool. She tentatively releases me and in the next moment yells joyously "I'M FLYING! I"M FLYING!!"

This past winter during the Christmas Market Ponchi got on the carousel and rode unassisted for the first time. The whole ride she yelled with such high spirits "Hey ya! Hey ya!" that she got laughs all around.

During Carneval this year she ran around and shouted repeatedly, "Kölle Alaaf! I have a vagina!!" throughout the supermarket. She got titters on this one.

After falling down our granite stairs and scaring the wits out of her father the first thing she says after she stops crying "Papi I'm hungry."

At bedtime one night she says "The ice cream lady is now going to bed."



Thursday, January 13, 2011

Happy New Year!

Hey hey! I've missed hanging out here but on top of work craziness second half in '10 I was getting sick and tired of my netbook. It was alright, except somewhere along the way someone managed to knock it over and one corner of the screen bled black - which on a netbook pretty much meant you had to kiss half your monitor goodbye. Finally got around to making a electronics consumer decision and now have upgraded my equipment, yay! I'll keep it short for now and get to the pics:


Shocking, isn't it, the number...




Sunday, July 18, 2010

I Did It!


I think I promised a number of you that after the marathon I'd be all over everyone, wanting to get in touch and caught up after my reclusive existance of the past months. Unfortunately whilst that was my full intent, work sort of kicked up a gear after I came back from vacation, call it good timing or bad, so apologies for this late post. In any case I am pleased to finally say that I was able to meet my personal goal of under 4hrs in Stockholm - 3:57:20, to be precise. Somehow although it wasn't at all easy (or what I expected), the finish was sweet but not as emotional as in Bonn. Here, for whatever reason, after the first 15km of annoying elbow jabbing I knew in my heart that I was going to make it. Indeed until the last 5k I ran at a very consistent pace throughout the whole race, had enough in me to high five kids along the way, and even managed to go the whole way without stopping for a bathroom break - pretty much a perfect race in my book.


Some words on the race itself. Race support was fantastic. My favorite was the pre and post race at Ostermalm IP (by the way the Nora Ephron Stieg Larsson parody in the recent New Yorker is pretty hilarious) I've never been treated so well as a runner. And, although I bitched about it pre race, I am now a convert of the 2pm start time....how civilized. The refreshment stops were very good. Too good, too many, why is there another one coming up, didn't we just leave one three paces ago. The biggest weakness of this race, already much discussed in various forums, was the narrowness at parts of the course, and matters were not helped by the embarassment of refreshment stations along the way. It felt like I was constantly dodging cups, bananas, runners before me who suddenly came to a standstill, PICKLES, and like. And, because for several years temperatures rose beyond 85 +, they had misting showers set up throughout the course - again fine if you like to be doused in cold water, but given we were enjoying a comfortable 65 - 70 degrees this year, my heart gave out every time I was steered against my will under the blast of wetness. My biggest complaint was that it took 15km before the race SORT OF thinned out. Probably this was less of a problem for faster runners, but it was pretty painful for those of us in the middle of the pack. Otherwise the route was fantastic, looping through the heart of Stockholm twice, taking you over the water again and again, with the second lap extending through the Djurgatan, the green island in the middle of the city. My biggest miscalculation was thinking this would be a flat marathon - a preconception I never bothered to correct even though they sent the height profile in the pre race materials. Given my previous marathons were Chicago and Cologne, this was definitely the hilliest so far. I'm pleased, however, that as I was finding this out DURING the race I didn't let it discourage me. In fact I discovered I sort of like running up hill....is there a Jungfrau Marathon in my future?? A girl can dream big, right??


The race was perfect in that I made my time, I actually never suffered too much pain, and yet felt like I managed to give 98% of myself - almost to the limit. What would I have done differently?? First, after crossing the finish line I wish I would have spent a bit more time looking around in the historic Olympic Stadium to take in the atmosphere of the moment, instead of allowing myself to be herded out so quickly. Also, I wish I could have had the presence of mind to comb my hair after the race and BEFORE the above picture was taken. Finally, I wish I lost that dorky sponge (I forgot my sweatband) before I crossed the finish line. And Rebecca, I now heed your advice to always keep the pits presentable - don't look too closely, please.


That's right, athletic performance is important, but you favor the good looking athlete to win the gold, admit it.

Two people deserve my biggest thanks. First Frank Schroeder, who took me in hand, measured my MHR and gave me a training plan, all on his own because I was too clueless to ask for help and who never lost faith in me (at least not that he let on). Second is Jochen, who looked after the kids during countless Saturdays when I'd be out for 3 - 4 hours of training, who never saw his wife awake after 9:30pm on weeknights, and who had to hear the alarm 3x a week at 4 f@§$king 30 in the morning (and all the knocking about afterwards). After all this the fact that I delivered my time meant for the first time in my life MY HUSBAND TREATED ME LIKE A PRINCESS. Really, this is how you win Jochen's heart. He was so nice to me the days after the marathon that I realized how lucky I am that I have someone who shares in my triumphs and who supports me all the way.



Not on everything of course. And yes the princess phase is long over.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Yay!

After my training was derailed for 2 weeks due to heavy coughing and what was thankfully an evil end-of-the-season cold instead of a newfound allergy to hayfever, I was pretty down about the whole training thing. It never felt like I was improving on my time and my legs never felt STRONG. The approach of a major proof point - the Bonn Half Marathon - filled me with complete dread. Yesterday night as I was packing my stuff I had my heart in my throat, and there were quite a few trips to the bathroom due to overall stress (I know, this is way more info than you need). But somehow, this morning I got up to gorgeous weather, steadied nerves, and ran a 1:57:42 half marathon time...not as fast as I would have liked, and it's certainly not fast enough so I can be relaxed about Stockholm, but I am SO HAPPY that I had to post it out there - the 5am runs did pay off!!!


My favorite sign held by a spectator today: Pain goes, Pride stays.

Pig asked ahead of the race, so are you going to be 1st, or 2nd....that's a lot of pressure to put on your mom, little man. I was 84 of 310 women in the 35-40 category...if I keep at it I will be 1st or 2nd some day!!

Recap II: Spring Does Not Mean Summer Follows

Back in early April on one of the first decent days we ventured to a nearby openair musem. I have a weakness for these...pretty much any open space where you can have a nice walk and the option of peaking into historic buildings, preferably with some characters in period dress churning butter or tending to any other unspeakably tiresome household chore. Pig, however, hates going into these musty old places and turned his nose the first time he stepped into a kitchen with a pot of cabbage stew simmering - he couldn't be enticed to stay a minute longer.


So we kept ourselves outside.

Pig has now taken up photography...although do we need another documentation of our beer consumption??

Gravel makes Ponchi happy!
And things have pretty much gone downhill since. Except for the Bonn marathon day it's been back to being cold and cloudy the past weeks. As typical for this region the slooow start to summer defeats the promising spring...Come sunshine!!

Recap I: Skiing with Hsin

So amazed still that Hsin came all the way here to go skiing with us, back in March. After a hellish 18 hr drive down to Austria we made it and had a great week.


For not having skiied in a while Hsin was a trooper. Here she is giving offpiste a try....or not!



 

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