Showing posts with label Daily Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Daily Life. Show all posts

Friday, May 13, 2016

May 11, 2016 - So Much to Say

There has been a LOT going on for our family these days.  Kristoffer and I are both having a very busy week of work, coinciding with our final weeks here in Dar.  Right before I started "exam season" at IST (my 4th year conducting exams here), we had one crazy week where we both packed out of our house AND bought a new house in America!  We don't actually close on our house until June 30th, but everything went well (offer, home inspection, appraisal, etc) and it's almost ours.  This is a huge step for Kristoffer and me - finally feeling all grown up with a home of our own. 

So we had this going on here in Dar...


...at the same time that my parents had this going on for us in Maryland...



 That was a very big week!
(Note that it was torrentially raining in Dar as they loaded the truck...and I cried like a baby!)

Throughout it all, the kids have been mostly great.  I would be remiss to say that Grace and Noah aren't without some anxiety and serious emotions related to our move.  That is completely normal, of course, and I would be worried if they weren't having some big feelings!  After all, they have never lived outside of East Africa and they both feel very connected to the wonderful lives they have lived here.  We are muddling our way through more frequent temper tantrums, more frequent iPad time (with all favorite toys currently on a ship bound for America), and seemingly endless bickering between them.  I have braced myself that this is only the beginning - as there is SO much change to come...and I am trying to be more patient both with them and with myself. But anyway, it's not all bad...

Noah has had some great times with his friends these days...
 And really enjoyed "Sports Day" at his school!
(I know I am biased, but he really is the cutest...isn't he?!?!)
Grace, as usual, is a social butterfly.  Hula hooping is a big part of her life these days and today her "hula hoop club" did a performance at an assembly for the whole school!  I have never in my life been able to hula hoop - but she has the perfect build for it and loves to do it!  She's a wiz!

I was treated to a special Mother's Day breakfast in bed (one of my favorite things! I've missed it since last year!) and have a true "gift" coming up in that I'm going away to Naivasha, Kenya for a few days next week with some of my friends from Nairobi.  I haven't seen them in 4 years and can't wait for some kid-free time with them!  Woo hoo!
And our Aya...sweet Aya...has been perfecting her pout, as you can see here.

She is so full of energy and enthusiasm and loves to play at school and make up her own songs and generally is so fun and funny.  But she has some extreme-toddler moments where she is just a real handful.  I am not sure how much she understands that things are changing - certainly her bedroom is almost empty now! It was very sad when we packed up her rocking chair...before it went on the truck she was like, "Open my chair!"  Aya is young enough that we know she won't remember this part of her life - but that also makes me a little bit sad.  She LOVES Oliver and I will feel very sad when we have to say goodbye to her.  Certainly Aya views Oliver as her best friend and one of the most important people in her life... and she won't really know that we're saying goodbye, probably forever. I am sure she will "get over" her  relatively quickly, but I also know that she will miss her incredibly for awhile. This transition is emotional!

Did I forget about Kristoffer?  He is working, working, working.  And doing some running and swimming on the side, but mostly just working!  After a short trip to Kenya next week, work should calm down a little bit for him as he starts to prepare for working from DC instead.  We had a wonderful evening at the yacht club last week where he had a great sunset swim with the kids and we enjoyed pizza night at the new "banda" (they've only been building it for years...) overlooking the beach.  Something we will miss about Dar, for sure!
So that's where we are and how we are these days.  
In 5 weeks, we will say a sweet goodbye to Tanzania! 
LMW

Tuesday, May 10, 2016

May 10, 2016 - Travelling with Toddlers in Tanzania

A few months ago I was invited to write a guest blog post over at Roasted Montreal and today is the day that my specific post is up!

This was flattering because, as you know, I've been pretty awful at blogging consistently since Aya was born and the fact that another blogger likes my blog and my writing enough to ask me to pop over to her place...well, let's just say that came as a surprise to me!  So thanks to Michelle at Roasted Montreal for seeing some potential in sending people over to Tanzania on vacation with their toddlers.  It would definitely not be your "easiest" trip with little ones to come here. Eeek!  The travel time alone to get here from most places is enough to make a staycation sound super exotic. Unless you were coming to visit some specific people that you love in this place...then the extreme travel part of it might be worth it.  I think my post, the first in her current series on travel with toddlers, was used as more of a "dream" trip to take with toddlers...but once you're here and you're used to the heat and the malaria risk and the really-don't-drink-the-water, etc...it's a pretty cool place to hang out.  

I am hesitant to broadcast my guest blog too widely for fear that everyone here will have strong opinions about what I did and did not include/recommend in the post.  There were limitations, of course, and there is no way to capture everything in one blog!  So I tried, based on my own experiences and perspectives which have been and are, no doubt, quite different than other people's.  But I hope Michelle gets some positive response and that people will enjoy a bit of a vacation day dream. 

To new readers to the this blog who might have come here by way of Roasted Montreal...thank you for stopping by and I hope you see something you like.

More news is coming soon on our relocation plans to America!  We've got less then 6 weeks to go here in Dar, which is pretty hard to believe...even when I see it in writing!

If you've already been patient enough to hang in here with me this long, hang in just a little longer...
LMW

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

January 20, 2016 - Best of Dar

You may or may not have noticed, but I completely forgot to ever complete the "Best of Dar" page on this blog.  Oops!  Let's just chalk that four year delay up to sleep deprivation.  But it's there now!  I did it!  Finally!

So, if you have actually checked this blog because you are going to visit or move to Dar (not because you are related to us in any way) - please visit the "Best of Dar" page for some highlights!  Otherwise, hi to the usual suspects ;)

LMW

Monday, January 18, 2016

January 18, 2016 - Indian Bingo

It has taken us...eh hem...almost 4 years, but we finally experienced the cultural institution of Indian Bingo here in Dar es Salaam.  Twice, actually, with two different groups of friends!  For the last two Friday nights, we headed into town to the Upanga Club for Friday night Bingo.  Dar has a large Indian-Tanzanian population and this is one of the places where many inter-generational families congregate.  For us, it was a nice cultural shift from the largely South African restaurants of the peninsula where we (and many other expats) live.  We did see some people we knew there (this is Dar, after all) but it wasn't like seeing EVERYONE you know at once, which definitely happens here.  

The food was authentic, good, inexpensive (especially compared to the peninsula) Indian food.  It is a simple atmosphere outside (plastic tables and chairs) - and because it is insanely hot these days, we appreciated the breeze coming from the very nearby ocean.

The first game cost 2,000 tsh., which is equal to $.92. 
Basically, all numbers from 1 - 90 are on your card, and you have to circle them as they are called off randomly.  First round, you can get any 5 in the same box.  Next round is one line in a box.  Third round, two lines in a box.  Fourth round, full house (a complete box)!  The winnings increase as the night goes on with prizes up to a rough equivalent of $100.  Although it starts really late (for us, that's 9:30) and so we haven't stayed longer than 2 rounds (brings us to 11:00 pm) but other people were still going strong when we left.  The 5:00 am toddler wake up call just comes too soon.



We haven't won anything yet, but it is a fun thing to do over good food and drinks.  In particular, the "caller" calling out the numbers has some great "names" for each number that lead to laughter and funny conversations.  For example, when he calls #4 he'll say, "one mini skirt! Number 4, that's one miniskirt!"  We have not quite determined the origins of his code, but it is very funny  (#4 is my favorite).  And I always feel like my Grandma Mueller would be proud of me, as she was quite the Bingo player!  So it's in my genes!

Service is fine, people are nice.  It's a fun Friday night in Dar.  I mean...we aren't going to go every week now...I don't think...but I'm so happy we have finally experienced Indian Bingo!  We would highly recommend this to tourists and expats alike.
LMW

Thursday, December 3, 2015

December 3, 2015 - Anxiety

It occurred to me a few months ago that I have a small anxiety problem.  Not normally.  But every time Kristoffer travels outside of the country - or even the few times it has been me - I get really, really anxious.  He is away this week and so it sort of hit me again - so I've been spending a lot of time thinking about it.  

We've lived here long enough that it is not like I am "scared" or unsure of my surroundings, and we have a big supportive network of friends (not to mention our staff) so it's not like I am alone in a strange place.  But I definitely worry a lot when we are not in the same country, or at least the same continent.  I get worried about his travel and I get worried that something bad will happen to us while he is away (like a car accident or something).  And everything always turns out to be fine, so I should learn my lesson for next time not to be so anxious.  Except that I always am.  

At least one child gets sick EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. he travels.  This time Aya's fever started about 4 hours after he left!  And she was on antibiotics about 36 hours later.  Ha! I'm not even kidding!

It is tough because even though I am exhausted, I have a very hard time falling asleep when he is not in the house. Even though we have bars on the windows and guards outside and security dogs on the compound and we live being tall cement walls.  I still can't fall asleep! And there is nobody to help with Aya's night shift, so even when I do fall asleep it doesn't last long.  And the busy routines of getting 3 little people ready for the day and then back down in the evening all fall to me (It's true, believe it or not, that the nanny is not around during those times!).  And I'm sitting here using our generator for electricity because we have had no power for at least 5 hours (and everyone around us HAS electricity) so I had to call a million different numbers over and over again until the electric company finally answered (after 4 hours): "We will send someone right away"....but it's 9:00 pm so is that really going to happen?  Let's just hope we don't run out of diesel any time soon because it is 90 degrees outside and nobody in this house will sleep well without A/C. And one day this week we had a dead car battery in one car and a flat tire on the other car.  At 7:30 am.  And all of that doesn't seem SO BAD when Kristoffer is sitting in his office in Dar...but when he is in America or somewhere else it just feels like A LOT.  But of course, in comparison to the REAL problems in the world like the war in Syria, and the refugee crisis, and mass shootings in America every day, and climate change and the fact that Donald Trump is a candidate for President! The majority of Tanzanians do not have access to electricity EVER, not just tonight. So really, come on.  This is small potatoes.  I have to get over myself.

But I think it started when we lived in Kenya.  I remember that I was pregnant with Grace and working at UNICEF; it was October of 2008 and Kristoffer was traveling for work. I think he was in Uganda at the time and there was a bombing at the UN in Hargeisa, Somalia.  I remember where I was sitting when we received official news of the attack.  And I remember that I had a complete panic attack - complete with hyperventilating, desperately trying to get in touch with him. Not ideal when you are 5 months pregnant.  I still don't know why I got so scared - neither of us was in Somalia.  We were both far from the bombing.  But I was so terrified and went down the very slippery slope of "what ifs" thinking about the UN compounds in Uganda and Kenya.   So I guess that is when it started.  And it has never been quite so dramatic, thankfully, but I do still have this anxiety.

So when K is gone, I take some short cuts with the kids.  I am probably not the best version of myself as a mother while he away.  I let them eat extra treats...I let them play more iPad or watch more shows than normal.  I really get into "survival" mode.  Which, again, seems a little strange since we aren't roughing it and I have plenty of support.  There is just something about not being together that I don't like.  

But anyway, the point of this post was to sort of confront the anxiety, but also to say that this week I have had some really lovely moments with the kids that have helped me get by.  

First with Aya...despite being sick this week she has been reading and singing up a storm!  She is just so much fun these days (also she's pretty temperamental so we may have started the "terrible 2s" a bit early).  Here's a look, if you have a few minutes to spare...




And if you don't have a few minutes to spare, this picture takes just a second to look at.  After showers for the big kids and bath-time for Aya, I went downstairs to get her bottle and came back up to find this happening in her room.
I didn't set them up that way.  Nobody told them to do it.  They were all just sitting there - READING different books at the same time.  It was incredibly sweet.

And it was a reminder to me to just not let my anxiety get to me quite so much - because look at them...I have everything to be grateful and nothing to worry about.  Phew.

But I still can't wait for Kristoffer to get home in a few more days :)
LMW

Monday, November 16, 2015

November 16, 2015 - This Too Shall Pass

I find it hard to blog when life feels a bit depressing.  We haven't been getting much sleep lately.  Aya got 5 new teeth in one week and that is causing her to be awake for HOURS in the middle of every night.  At least we think that is the cause (Good Lord, please don't tell me there is something else going on...because I have TRIED to figure it out and I am otherwise stumped!).  I guess I'll let you know if/when she starts sleeping better.  No, not if...of course she will start sleeping better. Someday.  And the "better sleeping" she did give us was so short-lived that it's not like we were ever totally used to a good night's sleep.  But we were sufficiently teased, that's for sure.

Anyway, on top of being very, very, very tired from not sleeping much at night, I've been working a lot lately and, like all other parents, juggling the different needs (social, emotional, academic, etc) of three kids at different stages in their lives.  Sometimes it is hard to feel that I am/we are doing anything well when it comes to our kids!  

Noah needs more focus at home on his articulation issues.  Grace needs more help focusing on reading.  And math concepts.  Is Aya bored?  We must be letting them play too much iPad. Shouldn't they be biking more/better by now?  Why doesn't he want to learn to swim?  How damaged will she be if I let her watch more Elmo songs on youtube?  Why is she "talking back" so much?  Where are these temper tantrums coming from?  

It never ends! And I know, I know.  This is what we signed up!  And I love them!  And love "it" (much of the time).  But man.  No sleep at home, and the world around us seems to be falling apart.  I almost dread checking the news when I wake up in the morning to find what new atrocity has happened when I was supposed to be sleeping.  Who is killing whom?  Who does the media want me to hate today?  

ACK!  See what I mean? It's hard to blog when life has me down in the dumps. 

Maybe next week?  I'm sure that, as they say, this too shall pass.
LMW

Monday, September 21, 2015

September 21, 2015 - Look at Leo

A few weeks ago - maybe even a month ago now - we adopted a young African Leopard Tortoise.  This species typically lives 80-100 years and he is roughly 2 years old.  I wanted to name him "Speedy" because sometimes he is really fast!  But Grace and Noah took their father's advice and went for a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle name (even though I suppose he is a tortoise toddler)...calling him "Leo" as a nickname for Leonardo.  

Leo is a very good "camouflager", as our kids say.  He can dig down to sit almost level with the earth, and he covers himself with leaves, dead flowers, etc.  It is a new family past time to see who can find Leo first, wherever he is hiding in our garden.  Sometimes he is VERY hard to find! Even though he is small, he can climb a bit so sometiems surprises us where he ends up.  As far as pets go he's pretty low maintenance since he mostly just eats what's in our garden.  We put water out for him (see below) but sometimes he'll go days without having any.  I think dehydration is common to the species.  We don't have to do anything else, really - he definitely does not want to "play."

But he's a nice little guy to have around; Aya particular loves him and is working on saying both "tortoise" and "Leo".  I'm sure whenever it is that we leave Dar we'll easily be able to find a good home for him.  Who doesn't want a TMNT?!
  

One of these rocks is not like the other.
See how speedy he can be!

LMW



Thursday, September 3, 2015

September 3, 2015 - The Thoughtful Thief

This is a true story.

On Tuesday morning, I was very stressed.  Oliver was late to work - usually I leave Aya with her when I take Noah to school and sometimes run a few errands (or go straight to work if I am substituting that day).  So normally I don't bring Aya with me to Noah's school but this morning I had her.  We were late.  There were no parking spots right in front of the school so I parked slightly down the road in an empty parking lot of one of the most popular restaurants in our neck of the woods. There is no security in this location.  I was flustered because the bell was about to ring. Aya was crying.  And I forgot that I had brought my handbag.  Normally I just take my phone and some cash or my bank card with me - I don't normally have a bag with me at that time of the morning.  But because it was THAT kind of morning I had brought a bag.  And when I was taking Noah and screaming-Aya into school I left my bag in the car.

Someone was obviously watching us go into the school.  When I came out about 6 minutes later, my window was smashed into a million pieces and my bag was, OF COURSE, gone.  There is a reason that I don't normally bring a bag or normally don't forget that I have a bag with me.  Because in Dar, this will definitely happen to you.  And it did.  I started to shake a little bit, mostly in anger at myself. 

There was a van parked sort of behind me with one couple talking to another parent of the school.  I asked if they saw anything and showed them my window - they felt really bad...said they had been there for 4 minutes and hadn't seen anything.  So it happened THAT quickly.  One of the parents went to get an askari (security guard), and I borrowed the woman's phone to call Kristoffer (who finally picked up the random number that kept calling). I reported what happened to the Head Mistress of Noah's school before I left (I have since found out that that road is known for bag snatchings - usually right off of people's shoulders when they are walking down the road.), and then I drove home with a now-sleeping Aya, a car full of glass and no passenger side window.  And no house key. And no wallet.  And no prescription sunglasses.  And no iPhone.

I went about the business of writing down what happened, cancelling my US credit card, emailing some people to tell them I no longer had my phone.  When Kristoffer got home very quickly he took me to get a new sim card with my old phone number to put in one of our back-up "not smart" phones. He is very calm and amazing and supportive in situations like these, so I was very grateful for him.

As we were waiting in line at the cell phone company, Kristoffer got a phone call from Noah's school saying that MY BAG HAD BEEN RETURNED.  Let that sink in for a minute. 

MY BAG HAD BEEN RETURNED.  Someone coming into the school found it about 90 minutes after it was taken, laying in front of the school's gate.  

The kindest criminal in Dar GAVE ME MY BAG BACK!  He actually took the risk of returning to the scene of the crime!  What a guy!

And what was in it?  My prescription sunglasses?  Yes!  My house key?  Yes!  All cards and papers from inside my wallet (license, credit card, medic alert ID, and some sentimental papers, etc.)?  Yes!  

What did our thoughtful thief keep?  My nice Fossil wallet.  The equivalent of $100 cash.  And my iPhone.  That's it.   Poor guy was probably disappointed that it was only an old iPhone 4.

The worst part of all this was knowing that I was watched and targeted.  Preyed upon with my kids. And that now I don't feel safe taking Noah to school in the morning.  

But there are many silver linings.  First, I got most of my stuff back! Still can't believe that my DKNY prescription shades are still mine!  Also, Noah and Grace don't know what happened.  Once the glass was all cleaned up, they somehow did not notice that the car was missing a window (which our mechanic replaced within 30 hours).  And I told them that Aya broke my phone which is why I am now using a very old, not-fun phone.  They totally believed that and it was really a must-lie situation.  Just like when Grace's bike was stolen from our compound in broad daylight earlier this year, we just don't want our kids to feel unsafe or scared (even if sometimes we feel that way).  And the biggest silver lining: nobody was hurt.  I wasn't held up or anything like that.  Nobody grabbed my bag from my shoulder while I was holding Aya.  And it was just STUFF that got taken.  That is a relief.

The rest of the week has had some other highs and lows as well.  We got our first family pet - Leonardo (Leo for short) the tortoise.  We adopted him from a family whose dog went crazy and starting killing all of their tortoises.  I never thought I'd say this about a tortoise, but he is super cute!  And the kids love him!  We also booked our first family vacation to Cape Town, South Africa at the end of October.  So that will be AWESOME!  It's been on our bucket list for a long time.   A few other tough moments were in there - Aya not sleeping, Grace has a stomach bug, Noah's first football (soccer) practice didn't go very well, and I had a horrible experience at the local Police Station trying to report Tuesday's incident.  Ugh.  But it's Thursday now - so just looking forward to the weekend and starting over next week. 

Thanks and No Thanks to Dar's Thoughtful Thief.  What a week!
LMW

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

August 26, 2015 - Don't forget the parents!

Trying to get back into blogging after a pretty decent absence, I think I've got you all caught up on the kids.  But what about Kristoffer and me?  With Aya starting to sleep better at night (except for last night of course), giving us one long stretch even if she wakes up waaaaayyyyy too early for the day, we are starting to come out of the fog of sleep deprivation.

Kristoffer is always quite busy at the World Bank; luckily his work is very interesting and he seems to enjoy (most of) it. It's only three weeks into the school year and I've already been substitute teaching a few days a week.  It's great for me to try to fit in some classes between playing with Aya and carpool drives to and from different schools.  We are still waiting to find out about a possible relocation to America in the near future.  After our long holiday away, life in Dar seems pretty sweet these days so we don't feel quite as desperate to leave Dar as we were feeling (again, when we sleep deprived) in the spring and in June.  It's amazing what some home leave can do for the expat spirit.  Having said that, we are quite sure that we don't want to live here indefinitely, and so we are patiently waiting to hear what the World Bank tells us and to figure out a plan from that point on. 

On our minds lately is the upcoming Tanzanian election, scheduled for the 25th of October.  Campaign season officially began on Sunday.  This election seems different than other recent Tanzanian elections because there have been politicians from the ruling political party who have controversially defected to other political parties.  Even though it is a multi-party system here with different parties forming coalitions, it seems very much that people are focused on the individual candidates.  Policy platforms or political ideologies do not really seem to be at play - there might not be so many differences between the candidates.  But the main guy who is running against the ruling party was actually a member of that party for DECADES and only defected when he was not chosen to be their presidential candidate.  And he took some other people with him to the other side and is now running against his former peer. 

So, while the election is expected to be free and fair and without unrest in its aftermath, our experience in Kenya seems to have left us with a bit of PTSD related to African elections.  We definitely seem to be feeling more nervous than everyone else around us.  We are considering taking a trip at the time of the election (although the school break happens two weeks BEFORE the election - so annoying!) or at least hunkering down at home for a few days when it happens.  When we moved to Kenya in 2007, we assured our family and friends that we were moving to one of the safest democracies in Africa! Less than 3 weeks later, we were in the midst of a very different story unfolding and it had a pretty big impact on us.  Of course we hope it will be different here and all will be calm, but we aren't counting the proverbial chickens before they hatch, if you know what I mean.

Kristoffer and I have made some new friends recently - or at least we've become better friends with people we've known here for awhile - and we're having a lot of fun hanging out with them. So that is also nice and refreshing change here, even in this season of us feeling like we're still waiting to figure out what happens next.

LMW

Friday, March 13, 2015

March 4, 2015 - On Nairobi

Close to four weeks ago we went to Nairobi overnight without Grace and Noah.  I needed some medical tests that couldn't be done in Dar (even though they were not invasive or unusual tests).  Last week we received the good news that all results were normal and I am AOK :) 

I have to say, though, that it was REALLY WEIRD being back in Nairobi.  Since we left three years ago, so much has changed.  They have built these enormous super-highway-fly-overs to divert traffic out of the city center.  The Chinese had started these roads before we left but now that they are complete, wow.  It gave Nairobi a whole new feeling of being a bit more modern and developed.  Because we wanted to try out the new highways, we took the diversion to our hotel instead of going through town.  We could see parts of Nairobi that we had never seen before, but it still took us an hour to get to our hotel.  Had we gone through town, it would have taken 2 hours I'm sure.  Unfortunately, traffic still seemed crazy.  In and around the parts of Nairobi where we lived and where we were visiting (namely the hospital), there were just so many cars, so many people. In addition, there was just construction everywhere.  We could see new malls, apartment building, office buildings, and hotels.  Development everywhere.  We went into one mall - one of our old stomping grounds, if you will - to get some medicine that I needed from a pharmacy, and were really surprised to see all of the new international brands they have there now.  Both the mall and the hospital had also changed in terms of security.  There was a very heavy feeling around us.

And really, when we lived there, I think I didn't realize how stressful it was!  It was just what we were used to - part of our everyday life.  But after being away, yikes.  It was really stressful! Worrying about the traffic and security was quite a burden, and we were only there for 30 hours.  Even though we had a good four years in Nairobi, it made us grateful to have gotten out when we did.  Especially as we drove past the shadow of the Westgate Mall.  There was an enormous pit in my stomach when I think about all of the hours we spent there. 

One thing that was VERY impressive was the new airport!  Wow!  How I wish they had that airport finished when we lived there. It was so bright and clean and modern, compared to the old one which was dark and stuffy and dirty!  I really enjoyed the 90 minutes we spent there and would not mind traveling through there again in the future.  

Kristoffer especially enjoyed talking to our drivers to/from the airport.  It was a little bit fun to show off our Kenyan knowledge a bit and ask some questions about the Kenya of today.  We tested our memory trying to figure out how to get places from where we were.  We did not drive by our house or anything like that...would have been too weird I think!  And we only had the chance to see one friend (thank you, Colleen!  That was a treat!).   It was an odd throwback of sorts and made me realize that someday in the future...the FAR future...I think it will be really cool to bring our kids back to Nairobi and show Grace and Noah where their lives began.  As much as it has changed these last three years, in the future Nairobi will be unrecognizable to us.  Until then, we are still here in Dar.  It was nice to come back to this place, which is comparatively slow and "quaint" and much more relaxed.  What a trip!

LMW

  

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

March 4, 2015 - Three Years in Dar

As I wrote on my Facebook today...

"Today is our 3-year-Dar-iversary. In those first two weeks we had no generator and almost no electricity. Our landlord would have their househelp deliver carosene lanterns at night time! It was close to 95F and crazy humid all day every day, and we had just come from a couple months of holiday in Denmark and Northeast America. Those first few weeks Grace and Noah were so sick all the time...I felt we would never escape our doctor's office. I was terrified all the time of them getting malaria (ok, that hasn't changed too much)! I would take them to the grocery store to walk around just for the A/C. My main thought those first two weeks was "what the hell have we signed up for?!" After 4 years in Nairobi, I thought we could handle anything. And yet Dar was still a big adjustment! But then we got a generator, and cooled off a bit. And we discovered the beach down the road. And we started meeting very nice people and making friends. And we found out the "winter months" (July-Sept) are just amazing here. And somehow, this became our home. Granted, we would love to move on to a new chapter sometime soon, but Dar has been kind and good to us (despite STILL being in the doctor's office all the time...) and we should celebrate the interesting experiences we've had and the lovely people we've known in these three years."

I think the challenge for us right now, at a time when we have a very nice daily life but increasingly ache to get back to one of our home countries, is to remember the things that are so good about living here, and to keep challenging ourselves to find new, interesting aspects of this life and this place.  Sometimes I feel we get in such a rut - and maybe that is true of all people, wherever they live! - that we don't appreciate the great stuff and we overly emphasize the hard parts.  But, for however long we've got left here in Dar, I hope we can make the most of it.

LMW

Sunday, February 15, 2015

February 15, 2015 - Busy, Busy, Busy


February has been a really busy month for us! 

First we had wonderful visitors!  Kristoffer's cousins, Aja (The original Aja, actually! Yes! pronounced the same as our Aya!), and her son, Mads, came to visit us for some days before going on a Tanzanian safari.  The very sad news is that Mads got sick with a bacterial infection in his throat (Brought from Denmark? Acquired on the airplane? Picked it up within his first few hours in Dar?  We'll never know!) which meant that their visit in Dar was pretty low-key, their safari was delayed, and maybe they were quite ready to go home when the time came!  

We felt SOOOO bad (still do!) that it was not a perfect trip for them and that Mads had to see a doctor 4 times!  EEEK!  But we really loved having them even though it wasn't ideal, and we hope that with some time they will only remember the good parts of their trip (he got to see a hyena, which he REALLY wanted to see!) and not all of the antibiotics.  I think the best part of their visit (for us) was just how well Mads, Grace and Noah played together!  We love any time our kids have access to cousins or any family...so the fact that these three just played and played for days was a wonderful treat!
Aja & Aya
Star Wars & Legos were great interests the kids had in common!

While Aja was visiting, I was also started a two-week work project...invigilating (fancy word for proctoring!) mock IB exams at IST.  This was my third year giving these exams...it is a little bit busy (lots of organization, which I love) and a little bit boring (watching 67 kids take hours of exams for 2 weeks!) and happens two times a year.  The real IB - International Baccalaureate - exams are in May so twice a year I have a super busy schedule and then in between I am just a regular on-again-off-again substitute.  

Factor in some of the usual medical issues that our family faces (mostly mine this time around!) and add one baby who usually wakes up 2 times a night but sometimes wakes up 5 times a night...and well, I'm just plain tired.  So that's why I broke my NYR to blog more - all spare time must be used for SLEEPING.   But now that the exams are over I hope to give it another shot.  

While the kids are off school next week Kristoffer, Aya and I will be making a quick overnight trip to Nairobi. Oliver will stay at our house overnight with Grace and Noah - we've only done that one other time with Rose.  The kids seems totally cool about it...let's hope all goes smoothly.  More on our trip later, but I keep thinking how weird it will be to go BACK THERE AGAIN after more than 3 years away.  I hope to have a few reflections on my return to Nairobi (just remembered that Kristoffer has gone for work...)...I suspect it has, and we have!, changed quite a bit.  
  
Thanks for checking in!
LMW

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

November 12, 2014 - Where to Begin?

Hi again.  Remember me?  I used to blog here a lot.  Then I had my third beautiful child and somehow she broke the proverbial straw of the camel-blogger's back.  I just can't get my blogging act together!  Sorry!  I think about writing blogs a lot. In my head I start to compose them even.  But if there is a choice between taking a 30 minute nap or writing a blog, the nap is winning every time these days.   Anyway, here is kind of an update of our recent goings-on, just to string you (and myself!) along until I can up my game.

The week of Halloween (right after my last post) and the week after Halloween were very challenging.  Grace became sick on Monday with a very bad headache, a very high fever, and an extremely high white blood cell (WBC) count causing the doctor to diagnose "bacterial infection" and put her on antibiotics.  Her fever - going as high as 104 (40c) and coming down lower than 103 (39.5c) for short stints ONLY with the help of some serious medication - didn't break until Saturday evening.  The initial antibiotics didn't work and the second antibiotics still didn't make a dent in her WBC. She couldn't eat or drink and so became quite dehydrated.  She ended up with an "IV" for three days to receive a third kind of (stronger) antibiotic and fluids for her dehydration.  We were in and out of the clinic - sometimes staying there the whole day! - for 5 days.  She did end up with other symptoms like swollen glands and tonsils, stuffed up or runny nose.  No cough.  No ear infection.  It was so strange.  But she was sad and miserable, and also very cooperative considering all the needles, injections, medications, etc.  It was all very exhausting for her and that is hard to watch in your child when you can't just make it all better very quickly.  Patience with African health scares is not a strength of mine. 

At some point Noah got it, with a concentration in his right ear.  At another point Aya got it, with a concentration on the fever (not as high as Grace's thankfully) and general unhappiness. From the start of Grace's fever to the end of Aya's fever, it was a 10-day "siege" that left me and Kristoffer completely and utterly exhausted.  That could possibly explain why I am now on antibiotics for a sinus infection myself.

Our friends here were extremely concerned and very, very helpful.  We would definitely have been even more stressed without them and without our trusty staff, Oliver and Christopher.  We survived the siege, but not without a few lasting scars.

I would say we are just about recovered from all of that, but now Kristoffer is traveling this week for work so I'm dealing with the night-shift on my own.  Aya is miserable at night - WILL SHE PLEASE JUST GET A TOOTH ALREADY!? - and last night Noah decided to be awake for 2 hours in the middle of the night as well ("Mama, do you want to read some books?" he innocently asked me at 2:30 am.  I'm sure I said something inappropriate but can't remember my actual response.).  

Grace had a sweet musical assembly at school today - I'd love to post a bit about it here, but that will have to wait until...next time (whenever that may be).

LMW  

Friday, October 10, 2014

October 10, 2014 - Family Firsts

There's always something going on in our house.  Often that "something" requires a trip (or many) to the clinic.  And so it was these past two weeks as well!

Some good "firsts":

  • I survived my first time solo-parenting 3 kids while Kristoffer traveled to Indonesia for work.  (Note that he thinks if I write "Indonesia" instead of writing "Bali" that sounds more like work and less like vacation.)  I had Oliver work an hour and a half extra each day to help with the witching hour trifecta of bath-dinner-bedtime and we all survived, despite me not getting a lot of sleep.  I decided to sleep train Aya as a belated birthday present to Kristoffer (among the crazier gifts I've given him), so he got to miss out on the hardest parts of that.  She is now pretty good at putting herself to sleep in her own crib without fussing, but alas, has not stopped waking up at night yet!  And Noah was also waking up at night a few times as well, so that was the hardest part of Kristoffer being away.  We all missed him and were happy when he came home - I think Noah the most, because they are best friends to be 3 and your best friend goes away for a week.
  • We saw Grace swim to the very bottom of the pool at school for the first time.
  • Aya went swimming in the pool for the first time.  Similar to bath time:  she loved it!  She also moved on from bananas to apples and avocado and butternut squash.  Banana is totally her favorite, but last night when she was finished with her squash and applesauce she cried when I took the bowls away. Did we finally get a really good eater?!
The biggest, and most painful, first of our week was undoubtedly Noah's first big injury.  Thank goodness it was not worse (and thank goodness K was home from his trip!), but his monkey act on the playground which was preceded by him telling Grace, "Look what I can do," landed us in the clinic getting stitches for his split chin on Sunday afternoon.  It was bloody and painful and traumatic (physically for him, emotionally and parentally for us, empathetically for Grace!), but he did as well as could be expected of a 3 year old with a seriously split chin.  It seems like the sheet they had to put over his face when the doctor was doing the stitches was among his least favorite parts.   For us, it was him having to get two shots of anesthesia before the stitches. Horrible!  He was rewarded well with popcorn and candy for dinner and bottomless episodes of "Jake and the Neverland Pirates" for the rest of the day.  Thank goodness for iTunes.



The stitches were removed this morning - that was a little bit tricky as one of the stitches seemed to have grown into the skin - but he was really great and so brave to go back into the same room with the same doctor and nurse as Sunday.  Now covered in steri-strips only, it will be a pretty big scar but since he is so young it will fade quite a lot with time.  I will be interested to hear how "big" the story gets as he ages.  I know for a fact that Grace has told anyone and everyone who would listen on our peninsula about Noah's big fall and just how much blood there was ("He was bleeding forever!").

This past week also marked Aya's second virus - fever for 3 full days, but no bacteria so no antibiotics this time around (she's already had those twice too).  I thought/hoped it was her getting a tooth but 102.5 is pretty high fever for teething and it broke last night with no tooth to show for it.  She was complaining a lot and not sleeping restfully.  And we went to the doctor twice for it (throw in an extra visit with Grace last weekend to check out her cough, and we've been there 5 times in the last 7 days!) Maybe this weekend will be the time when she decides to just sleep on through the night.  A Mama can dream!

So now the kids have a break from school - one whole week off!  Of course it comes just as they are doing pretty well in their school routine and super early morning schedule (read: fewer temper tantrums at home!).  The week will be just enough time to screw their bodies up and make getting back into the routine the following week a very big pain. Unlike many friends, we are not traveling this week so will have to get creative with how to pass the time in increasingly hot-as-hell Dar.  Summer is officially here again!

LMW

Thursday, August 28, 2014

August 28, 2014 - Growing Pains

It's been a tough week (few weeks?) for us.  Grace's start in Kindergarten has been a roller coaster:  she is really happy at school and loves it there, but is so exhausted that her behavior at home leaves a lot to be desired.  She also had one physical fight with another child already :(  We know other kids having different symptoms of adjusting to the structured school environment with lots of new activities (Kiswahili lessons, music, art, swimming, PE and library!). I know we're in good company, but that doesn't make it much easier in the middle of her extreme temper tantrums.  

In order to be to school on time without sitting in an hour of traffic she has to leave the house at 6:20.  Which means waking up at 5:30.  Which means going to bed by 6:30.  When school is over at 1:45 she either comes home (2 or 3 times a week) or goes to Nordic School for their after school program where she gets to have Danish lessons and be in a safe, comfortable place with her Nordic community for eating, playing, swimming.  It is a wonderful opportunity for her to keep that Nordic connection and start learning to read and write in Danish, but also makes her even more tired.  So we're still working on finding the right balance.  At least she loves her school, loves that she has a lot of friends there and is making new friends even.  Seems to like her teacher, who I will get to know a little bit better this afternoon at the school's first open house.

Then she got head lice (and so did Kristoffer...so far just him), which is MUCH WORSE THAN ANYONE EVER TELLS YOU.  Or maybe it's just because Grace is impossible when it comes to anything related to her hair.  Our past weekend was the worst one on record with new levels of screaming, separations, and very expensive medicines/hair products.  

Then she got sick with a chest infection.  As did Aya (who has both viral and bacterial infections).  Both of them are on antibiotics now.  I hate that Aya needed them already...although I guess Noah's first antibiotics in Kenya started at 16 days old, so at least she is not that young.

Speaking of Noah...he is adjusting to life without Grace at Nordic School pretty well, for the most part.  But he misses her a lot so when they are together he is not always nice to her (teasing her a lot...for which she has no tolerance).  We can see that their play is changing as she now feels a distinct difference in their age since she is in formal school.  We will have to continue to help him - both of them! all of us! - navigate this change.  One coping mechanism he is using is imaginary friends.  He seems to be talking a lot about his "big brother Shredder" (the bad guy from TMNT) and "all of his little brother robots". Luckily he really loves to play with Oliver and when he gets home before Grace he will often decide whether he wants to play with me or her, and then he is getting a lot of focused attention.  And you know...he's only 3, so he still has his fair share of "where did that come from?" meltdowns...although at school they don't believe me about that because they think he is just the sweetest boy ever. He is very sweet!  But all kids are complex!

Aya is not sleeping through the night even a little bit...being sick has sort of ruined whatever progress we were making in that department.  She is surprisingly mobile now that she can roll both ways, and she is very ticklish which I adore about her.  I really hope she feels better soon - the antibiotics are helping her infections, but are not helping her stomach.

Kristoffer and I are really, really, really tired.  Loving our little kiddos, but having three of them in three totally different stages is a little bit more challenging than we expected.  Hoping we can start fresh next week with no illness, more sleep, and perhaps more patience with each other :)

LMW

Friday, August 15, 2014

August 15, 2014 - When You Move Overseas...

A friend in Dar shared someone else's blog about things nobody told you before moved overseas.  I would say that I 100% currently identify or have at some point in the last 6.5 years identified with every single one of these (minus all the parts about missionary work).  I desperately wish I had this list BEFORE I moved to Kenya...I would have been so much better prepared.

Below, I directly pasted the list of "20 Things No One Told You About Moving Overseas" 
from the full blog at this address:
http://bewarethecomfortzone.com/2013/11/12/20-things-no-one-told-you-about-moving-overseas/

If you even scan this for 2 minutes you will double your understanding of this life!
LMW
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1. You will love fast food, even if you didn’t before. We rarely ate at McDonald’s in the States, but here, it just tastes like home. I have several friends who never stepped foot in a Starbucks until they moved overseas. Food is familiarity, something we all need once in a while. As bomb diggety as the local food is, we all need a fatty burger and a latte sometimes.
2. No matter how “easy” it is on paper to start a business, get a visa, make a major purchase, or start a “government approved” ministry, government bureaucracy and red tape runs deep. Multiple sources gave us similar timelines for achieving these things, but when we finally got them wrapped up, months after our projections, the response from others was, “wow, that was really fast!”. So, taking twice as long as expected is “really fast”.
3. You will not become a different person. You will not be super person. You will grow and change, but dont expect to climb off the plane and be instantly a new improved you. This is a biggie. I think on short term trips, people are more willing to step out of those comfort zones and stretch themselves, since there is a “now or never” mentality. If you weren’t serving or involved at home, chances are, you won’t serve overseas. If you weren’t an evangelist at home, you will not magically transform once you clear customs. And it’s OK. Missions and ministry takes all forms, the body needs all parts to function. Find your niche, and do YOUR best. However, this is not an excuse for inactivity. Since time is more infinite, and tomorrow is always a possibility, it’s easy to settle for a lower standard. Don’t. Push yourself everyday, stretch yourself everyday.
4. Your local circle of friends will be more like a revolving door. People come, people go, some stay long term, but friendships need to be held with an open hand. God brings people into our lives for seasons, and it’s important to invest in those friendships while you’re in the same place. If you make the effort, they will bridge the miles later.
5. Speaking of friendships, you will get jealous of friends at home! Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and good old email are phenomenal tools to keep in touch, but they are also tools that can cause jealousy, loneliness, and doubt in what you’re doing. While your friends long to be in your pictures of the beach, or surrounded by adorable foreign kiddos, you look at their pictures of birthday parties, holidays, and wide open spaces and feel a pang of “I wish I was there!”. Remember, social media shows the highlight reel of our lives, not the daily grind.
6. It’s very hard to vent or debrief with friends back home. Even your closest friends, family, and allies. People will not understand your complaints, they often see it as a long term missions trip. They see you living in a fairy tale. They don’t see everything on this list! It’s important to find someone, a friend, fellow foreigner, or mentor who will listen to your complaints and frustrations without judging, laughing, or sarcastically saying, “wow, must be hard to live your life!”. Yep, sometimes, believe it or not, it’s hard.
7. Things take longer, and are done at a lower quality standard. The rest of the world moves at a slower pace than us Westerners. Which is usually a good thing. It results in lower stress and better relationships. It also results in repairs and other services taking twice as long. We sit back and wonder, “Why doesn’t this guy just invest in a power tool for cripes sake?!? It’s taking him two hours to chisel that hole that I could do with an air tool in seconds! Arrrgh!”. Those are the times to come down off the ethnocentric pedestal and remind yourself that 1) Power tools are expensive and 2) They have been doing it this way for ages, and while we don’t get it, they are fine with it, and the end result is the same. Usually. Work quality is far below what we’re used to, and while it’s frustrating to take the car in to have the same repair done four times, it happens. Guess what? You’re living in a developing nation. This is not the United States, or even “US Light”. You need to adapt, not them.
8. Things (aka luxuries!) are more expensive. People will tell you how you will live like royalty, how you can live on $20 a month, and life will be just grand. False. While it’s possible to live “locally” and spend a lot less, most foreigners spend about the same here as they did at home. That said, housing is less, local (market) foods are less, and entertainment is less. But, if you’re craving that McDonald’s, or basically any food that comes from somewhere else, you’ll pay about the same, or more. “Extreme” luxuries, such as tools, kitchen appliances, cars, clothing, etc., will usually run about double. And speaking of clothing…
9. It will be hard to find clothes that fit. The majority of the world is much smaller than us tall, husky Westerners, and anything over a size 6 is a bit of a novelty. If you can find “plus size” clothing, for women at least, the styles are usually styled after Miami Beach retirees, if you get my drift. Eventually, all of your clothes will have holes, stains, and will be thread bare due to the harsh environment, lack of stain removal products, and hours of drying in the sun. When friends or missionaries return for a visit, and they look like they’ve been living on the street, it’s not a fashion statement. It’s all they have. “Holey underwear” spans the entire missions community, not just the Mormons if you get my drift. ;)
10. You will get tired of being stared at. Even after being here a few years, we get daily stares when we leave the house. Everyone wants to be your “friend”. Seriously, and at the risk of sounding narcissistic, I can understand on a minor level what celebrities deal with. There are days I just don’t want to leave the house, or run to the store to pick up two items, for fear of the constant attention. It’s amazing how people study your every move, and watch what you put in your cart. Yes, we buy toilet paper and bread too! Isn’t that just crazy?!? and Andrew, our 14 year old, garners a lot of attention, especially from giggly girls, and as of now, is completely oblivious to it. Other missionaries have said that their kids never “got it” until returning to the States, then they wondered why they didn’t get constant, undivided attention.
11. You will never fully grasp the culture, no matter how long you are in one place. Just like you physically stick out, your attitudes, beliefs, and roots are deep. You can adapt, and accept, but there are things you will just never fully understand. And it’s OK, as long as you accept that things are done differently than you might have chosen.
12. Learning the language takes time. I love movies where the foreign character arrives in America, doesn’t speak a word of English, and within two weeks is fully fluent, complete with pop culture references and obscure idioms. There are exceptions, some people are hard wired to pick up languages, but for us normal folk, it takes time. Years. You will make mistakes, and the locals will laugh, but I promise, they will appreciate the effort. Don’t get discouraged, practice as much as you can, ask questions about vocabulary and grammar, and it will come.
13. You will be confronted with realities firsthand that are hard to imagine. Problems that were faraway and didn’t bare themselves in the “clean” western world will smack you in the face. In the last two years, we have narrowly missed three major typhoons, a phenomenon that before only appeared to us on international news. Privacy is not part of the culture in the majority of the world. This leads to personal tragedies being viewed by all, out in the open, exposed and vulnerable. Grisly car and motorcycle accidents are not covered up or cordoned off. Prostitutes walk the streets openly at night, and dirty, begging children aggressively approach cars at busy intersections. Disease and disfigurement are not covered up. I hate to say “you’ll get used to it”, because that just seems to minimize it, but you will adjust to the shock over time. It doesn’t make it less tragic, but it’s necessary to find a way to cope.
14. People back home may expect it, but you will not save the world. But, for a few, you can change their world. This falls under the “super human” category. Supporters will send $50, and say, “Here, now you can buy seeds, and start a completely sustainable farm for a village, for life! In one weekend!” Oh, how I wish it was so easy! Projects take time, relationship building, training, and yes, financing. Even the smallest project costs more than expected, and takes time. If you have enough confidence in the person to help fund them, you must have confidence in their ability to be good stewards of what they’re given, and make good, prayerful decisions.
15. You will eventually surrender in the war against the insects. All the bug spray, organic mixes, bug traps, and secret formulas that Grandma swore by will not completely eliminate bugs in the majority of the world. Do what you can, seal you food as tight as you can, check your holey clothes before putting them on, and move on. Extra protein, right?
16. When you return home for visits, high on all your experiences and full of stories, just know that not everyone will be as enthusiastic as you are. And that’s OK. We all have interests, and travel is not for everyone. Just spend time with those you love, be yourself, and when stories come up, great! Remember that people at home will have stories too, life didn’t stop for them once you climbed on the plane. Don’t come home expecting all eyes and attention will be on you, remember that only happens when you’re overseas ;)
17. You will lose your temper, and have “ugly” un-Christian moments. We all do. As a missionary, or even an ex-pat, yes, we are supposed to constantly walk around with a smile and a Bible in hand, without a care in the world. Not true. We all have bad days. Just like everyone else in the world. We’re supposed to be “representatives” for our country, and the Kingdom of God, but we snap, we say things, and openly express our frustration. This applies to sales clerks, government officials, the street kids that relentlessly panhandle after firmly being told no, and our own families. Fortunately, most people are forgiving, as is our God. Apologize quickly, forgive quickly, and move forward with a smile. Then go home, scream into your pillow, and call your venting buddy.
But it’s not all bad news!
18. You will find strengths you never knew you had, or develop strengths you didn’t have before! All these “refining” experiences will grow you, if you let them. Your patience, endurance, creativity, and faith will grow in ways you never thought possible. If you want to be successful, all these attributes are necessary for survival.
19. You will find sentimental connections with your adopted culture, and will really miss things if/when you return to your homeland. While you’ll never fully adopt the culture of your host country, you will build deep connections with parts of it, and the people that are a part of it.
20. You will meet people on every economic level and background, and soon learn how alike we all are. Instead of going to “help”, you learn you have come to “partner”. You will learn that other lifestyles are just as fulfilling and legitimate as the “American Dream” we are all brainwashed into thinking is the pinnacle of success.