There are a lot of things I will miss when we leave China for good, but one thing I will NOT miss is the rain. It rains a lot here. And quite honestly I've lived in places that got a lot of rain, but when you live in the US with a car rain isn't that bad. I mean clearly I was annoyed at times when it was raining and I had to go somewhere with three small children who like to linger in the rain. But seriously. It's a little different here. Walking a mile to get your kid to school in the pouring rain in a country where the street drains don't work and the roads are basically hills and valleys because they are sinking and the traffic is constantly trying to run you down is a little different than backing out of my driveway and having to walk through a parking lot to get inside a store. For the love of a garage and vehicle! It doesn't help that a certain tot that I have to carry is obsessed about her umbrella and insists on carrying it while I am carrying her which equals mom can't see anything and about gets taken out by a scooter. That is the other thing. I can't get used to cars coming right up behind me and laying on their horn 'just to let me know they are there'. Thanks for that. My heart is still pumping out of my chest. The girls love it though. Oh is that a lake of water? Let me go jump in it! Then they lean down while standing in 4 inches of water, hey mom, look at this! Do you think it is poop? GET OUT OF THE WATER! For the love.
Anyway. Rain. I will always appreciate a garage and vehicle from now on.
Spring time is beautiful in China.
This kid is losing all her teeth.
I discovered something about ages in China when we went to eat with one of my friends and her family. It was later confirmed by several teachers at Kenzie's school. When a Chinese child is born they are considered to be 1 year old. The 9 months of pregnancy is considered to be their first year. So over the last 2 years people would tell me how old their children are and I was thinking 'my word, that 2 year old can't even walk yet! what is going on over her!?' Then I discovered Chinese aging. I asked the teachers at the school at what age do you change to your actual age? They said never, you are always an extra year older than you would be in about any other country. At the time I was sitting with the Russian teacher and the Chinese teacher and I looked at the Russian and she looked at me and we both said, weird! HAHAHA! I felt at that point that I could be doing some diplomatic work, I mean here I was, holding one of the Chinese babies, talking with a Chinese and a Russian teacher, we could have really solved some problems! Hilarious. Anyway, so technically in China my kids are 6, 5, and 3. So now when people ask me how old they are I don't know what to say. Do I tell them US ages? Chinese ages? Try to explain their duel ages depending on what country we are in? It is so confusing. The other day we were in the store and the lady who runs the store knows us and she pointed at Kenz and said is she 7? I said sure. Why not? I mean I'm 25 so really these kids can be whatever age you want them to be! :) Kenz disapproved but I just waved her off and stuffed some chocolate in her mouth.
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