Sydney's 2nd (3rd) Haircut

Today I took Sydney to the hair salon to get a haircut. This is the 3rd cut she's had, but today was the 2nd time I took her to the salon. Why is the 2nd trip to the salon a momentous occasion? The first time, I was too busy feeding her mini M&M's one after the other to get her to sit still, I missed my kodak moment! We were only in the salon a total of 10 minutes anyway. This time, the promise of M&M's afterward was enough to keep her still. So, I was able to snap the photo even while holding Miranda. What a cutie!

My Search For "The One"

It seems like I've spent years searching for "the one." I've asked all my friends for their advice. I've searched online. This may seem shocking--it was to Brian--I've even tried about six different ones (some borrowed, some bought) all at the same time...only to find "the one" does not exist!

However, this one (our "American scenario" below ) comes close. Yes, we're talking strollers (not men). But as much as I talked about making a decision about a double stroller, you'd think it was as important as finding my soul mate. (Which, BTW, wasn't half as hard. When it's right, it's right!)

I can't say I found the Joovy Ultralight myself, since I know several people who have it. But I weighed all the options (and I mean all) and finally decided this one would save me a lot of time and trouble. Sydney likes sitting on her seat and even asks to wear the seatbelt, I'll admit, because one time I dumped her out at my feet when she didn't have it on and we lurched forward. Miranda's as happy as can be in her car seat looking at me, but I'm looking forward to the less bulky day she can sit up enough to ride around in the front seat without her car seat.

So, this is "the one"...if we lived in the States. But we sort of live "in America" when on base and then, when off base, in Japan, which is very crowded especially when taking public transportation. So, a step up from an umbrella stroller, my Combi maneuvers well through crowds, has a sun shade and is extremely lightweight should we need to haul it up and down subway steps.

So, there is not one. There are in fact two perfect strollers for our mobile family.

Our "American" Scenario

Our "Japanese" Scenerio

Japanese Calligraphy or Shodo:
And Trivia Contest #4

Friday I had the opportunity to try my hand at Japanese calligraphy, or shodo. Don't look at Miranda napping and think it was boring; it was a fun experience! Especially since it is the Japanese way to be polite and "pump people up," so many Japanese ladies continually told me my art was really good! It is also the Japanese way to be humble and deny being any good, so I guess it was fitting when I blushed with sincerity.

Japanese calligraphy originated in China. Kanji, the pictoral symbols used in Japanese calligraphy originally developed from hieroglyphics. It is very interesting to see how some of these symbols are indeed pictoral representations of their meanings. For example, the symbol for mountain looks like a mountain. But some of the symbols look nothing like their meaning. This is because katakana and hiragana are also used in Japanese and were formed from changing kanji.

So, here's a trivia contest--that I venture to say--no one can win (the first three contests were too easy): what is the meaning of the symbol I am crafting in the photo above? The prize will be your choice: a coveted Tanuki or a supply of seasonal KitKats for a year.

Anyway, shodo is the art of writing these characters with a brush, ink and a focused mind. I'm not sure if my mind was "through the paper," as it was supposed to be. But I think I look like I'm relaxed and concentrating on this as much as a mother of two small children is able, particularly since I'm holding one of them for most of the lesson. But to attempt the symbol for "harmony," it seemed I had to unload Miranda; I don't know if I had time to quite reach "harmony," but I'll settle for a few minutes of "peace" any day.

KitKat

Most times in Japan, as foreigners, all we have to go on is pure observation. Actually, our observations are even less revealing than one might think since we don't read Japanese!

Nevertheless, one of my favorite places to wander around gleaning Japanese culture is the grocery store. Even though I can't read Japanese, I do know my way around the produce section--not only because I'm a dietitian, but also because most fruits and vegetables are identifiable without knowing how to read kanji! (And, BTW, if there are two or three variations of a fruit or vegetable, I always pick the most expensive one, since I've been told these are most likely to be Japanese and not Chinese.)

But identifying most any other product for the first time is like craps shooting. For example, when I bought miso, there were about 20 different products on the shelf and after several minutes of "pure observation," I just closed my eyes and picked one. (Luckily, miso or fermented soybean paste, is very salty and it goes far and keeps forever, so I haven't needed to buy more.) You might remember I had a similar experience buying soy sauce for the first time.

Well, a random observation we've made in Japan is that KitKat candy is popular. Every few months there seems to be one or two new seasonal flavors on the candy shelf. I first noticed key lime in the summer, hazelnut and caramel in the fall, and cherry blossom and strawberry recently. In fact, KitKats are one of the few candies that you can buy in bulk (like a bag of Halloween candy) in Japan.

I recently found out why these things are so popular; the Japanese word kito means “sure” and katsu means “win.” Hence, KitKat (kito katsu) could be translated as “sure win” or “certain victory.” That's why Japanese parents tuck KitKat bars into their children’s lunch boxes to wish them good luck on their exams. I guess I'd buy a whole bag, too, if I thought they were good luck.

A Japanese Experience at The New Sanno

Half a year ago, I decided we should book a Japanese suite at The New Sanno. This weekend we finally got to see what that entails. There are several factors which make a suite "Japanese." Here are a few of them:

1. A genkan, or entryway, where one leaves his/her shoes. (It is important not to walk in this area without shoes on, so as to not bring dirt into the home or suite.)

2. A tea set, complete with complimentary green tea in a canister covered with washi paper. And of course a hot water pot. (Japanese tea sets usually have 5 cups, but since this suite only accommodates 3 people, there are only 3 cups.)

4. Tatami, or woven straw mats as flooring. And a tokonoma, or small alcove showcasing usually a scroll of calligraphy and Ikebana, a Japanese floral arrangement.

5. A Japanese garden view, with sliding shoji (or rice paper screens) framing the large window.

6. A zataku, or low seated table. Usually with zabuton, or floor pillows for seating, not always with the chairs seen here.

7. Futon on which to sleep. And a deep large closet to store the futon during the day.

8. A deep Japanese bathtub for a clean hot soak, after first bathing in a separate shower area. (This suite had a larger bathtub, but was not traditional in that the shower area was not separate. Many Japanese inns have a shared bathroom or onsen, natural hot spring bath.)

Our experience was a good one, but hardly a "zen experience" with two children. We're just glad we made it out of there without having to replace the shoji (children aren't usually allowed in these suites) and without getting lost driving home (as we did on the way there--long story, but I've never been so happy to see Tokyo Tower)!

The Anpanman Children's Museum

Last week, Sydney, Miranda and I ventured on the train with our friends Kathy, Kathleen, Sydney and Julia to visit the Anpanman museum in Yokohama, Japan.

Anpanman is a sweet bean-filled bread-head anime character. He fights for justice, mostly against the anime villian Baikinman or "germ man." He is particularly helpful in fighting poverty, as you can imagine; whenever he comes across someone who is hungry, he lets that person eat part of his head. It is then replaced by his father, "Uncle Jam," who is obviously a baker.

Here's the cute anpan (sweet-bean filled bread) we ate for dessert that night, thanks to Kathy! It was tasty, so we were disappointed when its head wasn't miraculously replaced after we ate it.

Click here to see a video of Anpanman in action, courtesy of You Tube (and Kathleen for finding it), in case you are interested. There are many more photos of our fun day in the photo gallery, too.

Snow, Snow, Snow!

Someone recently tried to tell Brian that the last time it snowed in Yokosuka it was 1983, 25 years ago. While it certainly doesn't snow often here (our climate is like the mid-Atlantic states), I suspect that was an exaggeration. Besides, if it didn't snow often enough, why else would Japanese people need chains for their car tires?

No, I am not kidding! There were several cars with chains on the tires on the road from our house to the Navy base. Note the scant snow on the street. Since Brian is from Boston, he got a good kick out of seeing that sight.

But while in the Northeast we could barely build a snowman with the dry, ice-topped snow, this wet snow appeared to form a perfect snowman! Here Frosty poses as the traffic cop.

Amid all this winter wonderland fun, I'm slightly concerned about the fact that our neighborhood hardly accumulated any snow compared to the base, which is only about 4km away from here. I have fears that since our neighborhood is built upon landfill that there is some type of unnatural thermal energy radiating from the ground. On second thought, if that were true, my house wouldn't be so cold! It must be that we're south of the base.