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we wish you a merry christmas


  Madeline's Christmas Gift to Us 
  Originally uploaded by goingdomestic.

Well, we're getting on a plane tomorrow for our very first Christmas vacation, so I don't have much to say today other than I hope hope hope that all of Madeline's jeans still fit. She hasn't worn a single pair here in Bangkok. 

Instead, take a peek at the cool Christmas art stuff she's been working on in preschool. I adore the gold antiqued frame. Why wasn't I doing any faux antiquing when I was three?

Notice the brown bear on the card. Still everything bears ...

The ornaments are prominently displayed on our tree. The reindeer one is my favourite. The circle one is really cool - her class wrapped painted cardboard rounds with gold and silver cord. And yeah, there's a polar bear ...

Madeline's Bear Ornament Madeline's Cord Star Madeline's Reindeer

epiphany in a buddhist land


  Madeline at the Teddy Bear Tea 
  Originally uploaded by goingdomestic.

The three of us had the most delightful afternoon today. A few days ago, Chris heard about a Christmas Teddy Bear Tea (in support of UNICEF) at the Peninsula Hotel here in BKK. Since he and I like tea, and Madeline is rather fond of teddy bears, we made a reservation. It was a wonderful event with delicious little finger sandwiches, scones with strawberry and mango jam, a dessert buffet, and (finally!) a good cup of chai tea.  It was kind of like the time that Chris and I, pre-Madeline, had afternoon tea at the Savoy in London. Except, Madeline was with us this time. She introduced the two teddy bears that she'd brought to the large teddy bear (read: person in a head-to-toe bear costume) who came around to our table. She was initially shy when the gentleman in the Santa costume came to chat with her, but an hour later, she happily chattered away with him, delighted with the chocolates and trinkets that he pulled from his sack.  And the magician blew her away with his vanishing red foam balls, his mysteriously-changing deck of cards, and the colouring book where the pictures would appear and disappear when she tapped it with a magic wand ...

I nibbled at my scones and sipped my cup of tea, somewhat disbelieving that we were having tea in a hotel reputed to be the world's best because my three year old was being treated like she was the most important person at our table. I could almost forget that the sun was beating down on the bustling Chao Phraya on the other side of the window to the tune of thirty-eight degrees Celsius in this predominantly Buddhist country because if I looked the other way, I saw a massive and real Christmas tree covered in lights, ornaments and bunting, and hotel staff running around in red-and-white elf outfits. The band was playing holiday music. We'd clearly found a little bit of Christmas spirit, and we had the best time.   

Today was probably the most enjoyable day I've had with my daughter and husband since arriving here five months ago, and Chris and I have already agreed that we'll come again for the Teddy Bear Tea a year from now, and the year after that, if we're still living in Bangkok. In the past, we've tried to fit our family-of-three into the Christmas celebrations of our originating families. We each grew up with different traditions, and it's not always easy to appreciate the differences and have the same feeling of connectedness to practices that we didn't grow up with.  As a threesome, Christmases felt a little untethered.

There was something really comfortable about our tea today. It fit the three of us perfectly. Who knew that we'd find the first Christmas tradition of our own in country where Christmas Day isn't even a holiday.

a fish tale

Madeline's swimming classes wrapped up for the term this afternoon, and while I am glad that no I longer have to spend those thirty minutes poolside with the Thailand sun beating down on me, I'm going to miss watching her transformation into a little sea otter. The little girl I took to the pool back at the beginning of September was afraid to get her face wet and now she's independently aquatically mobile for distances of eight feet or less.

I cannot rave about Madeline's swim class and instructor enough! I loved that she was in a small class - until the last week of November, it was just her and two of her friends from preschool. Her instructor could give each of them a decent amount of individual attention/instruction. I love that her instructor somehow teaches swimming skills by not really teaching per se ... going hunting for starfish in the deep end instead of learning to blow bubbles and float, or running away from alligators instead of merely kicking with a flutter board. Madeline must think it's thirty minutes of water games!   

Today at the end of class, everyone received their progress reports.  I was really touched that Madeline's instructor took the time to put his arm around each of the little girls and boys and explain each line of their progress report to them, even through they're all three years old and not particularly literate. Madeline's report had a tidy row of check marks, and she's invited to start in the next level in January. She'll be a better swimmer than I am, in, oh, about six months :)

scar


  scar 
  Originally uploaded by goingdomestic.

I don't think that there is a baby book in existence anywhere that has a space where a parent can fill in an entry for "baby's first scar". I guess it's not a milestone that everyone would want to record for posterity. In this photo, I can see the nearly-healed little wound on Madeline's chin. She and Chris were playing in our den nearly two weeks ago, and she fell, and her previously-flawless little chin hit and rubbed against the laminate floor. Neither Chris nor I expected such a wound from that accident, but there was lots of blood and it was scary for us all, even though it was the equivalent of a skinned knee.

I look at how it's healing, and think that it will be Madeline's first scar.