We had a great time at Disney Sea a few weeks ago when Nana and Papa were here. We had perfect weather and didn't have to wait in any lines. Here are some highlights of our day!! Patrick loved the volcano ride where he took a journey to the center of the earth
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Fun at Disney Sea!
Posted by nwkinjapan at 5/31/2008 03:57:00 PM 3 comments
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Sayonara USS Kitty Hawk
-The second "K" on the USS Kitty Hawk's nameplate is upside down. The letter was skewed when welders transferred the small steel letter plates from the fantail to below the flight deck in the 1960's.
Posted by nwkinjapan at 5/28/2008 05:03:00 AM 0 comments
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
A Wii bit Unfit!!
Okay- can I just say that one of the absolute best inventions arrived in the mail today. I have only had it a few short hours, but I would do a testimonial on it based on what I have seen so far. I am of course talking about the new Wii Fit!
Posted by nwkinjapan at 5/27/2008 06:30:00 AM 0 comments
Monday, May 12, 2008
Teaching Japanese, Learning Japanese, and Fun in Yokosuka
My parents have been visiting for the last couple of weeks, and they still have one more week. We have been busy doing things more close to home this time. The last time they visited, we traveled to Kyoto, Hiroshima, Hakone, Tokyo, Kamakura, etc. This time, they are enjoying Yokosuka and getting involved in the boys' schools. My dad has been teaching Patrick's class a lesson in Economics called "Our Community". It is part of Junior Achievement, which is where he works in Michigan. My mom went with Matthew to a special tea celebration in his class last week. She had tea, cookies, and received special flowers and a butterfly picture made from Matthew's handprints. The first Friday they were here, we all went to the MIME festival at Patrick's school. MIME stands for Multiple Intelligences of Me. We enjoyed many cultural performances, such as Hawaiian dancers and a piano performance. Patrick got to see Japanese Taiko drummers. It is neat that Patrick is able to learn about so many different cultures while we are here. It is also funny to see him with his class because he is in the minority. Patrick doesn't seem bothered by it at all- his friends are filipino, Japanese, African American, Hawaiian, and caucasian The same can be said of Matthew's group of friends. When I see them with their friends, I think of a Benetton commercial.
We had a nice Mother's Day yesterday by celebrating it at the New Sanno Hotel in Tokyo. The brunches they put on for special celebrations are fantastic. We all enjoyed our lunch and didn't have to eat dinner last night because we were all stuffed. We (except Brian- some people have to earn the money that we spend) will all head back to the New Sanno on Wednesday evening because we are going to stay there and get up and head to Disney Sea on Thursday for some great fun. Tokyo has the only Disney Sea in the world, and it is one of the best Disney parks going.
Later this week we are going to take an adventure to a small town near Nikko, Japan called Mashiko. Mashiko is know for its pottery. Brian and I took the boys to Nikko in the fall but didn't have enough time to venture to Mashiko, so I thought we would do it while my parents are visiting. The town is small, but quaint, and it is lined with pottery shops. My mom can't get enough of all of these little dishes, bowls, sets of pottery, etc. Now I know where I get it.
I am still teaching English on Wednesdays and just picked up a group of 7 more Japanese ladies to teach on Thursdays. They are going to be a lot of fun. I will be taking over for another military wife who will be moving later this summer. I truly enjoy these experiences with all of these women. They are all so different from one another, but all of them are eager to improve their English and learn about our culture. I just wish I could speak their language. I have private lessons every other week from a Japanese teacher, but the learning is slow, and I find the language difficult to learn. I am just now starting to go out in town and use my Japanese to ask questions in restaurants and stores.
That's all for now- stay tuned for pics of Disney and Mashiko!
Posted by nwkinjapan at 5/12/2008 05:13:00 AM 1 comments
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Happy Mother's Day
I saw this online, and I had to share. Some of you may have already read this, but with Mother's Day coming up this weekend, I wanted to post it. I think it truly sums up everything that we feel as moms, no matter how old our children are. Please have a wonderful Mother's Day this Sunday
Being a Mom— Author Unknown —
We are sitting at lunch one day when my daughter casually mentions that she and her husband are thinking of "starting a family."you think I should have a baby?"
"It will change your life," I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral.
"I know," she says, "no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous vacations ..."
But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes. I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable.
I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without asking, "What if that had been MY child?" That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her. That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die.
I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent call of "Mom!" will cause her to drop a soufflé or her best crystal without a moment's hesitation. I feel that I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for childcare, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting and she will think of her baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is all right.
I want my daughter to know that every day decisions will no longer be routine. That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma. That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that restroom. However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother.
Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself. That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. That she would give it up in moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years-not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish theirs. I want her to know that a cesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will become badges of honor. My daughter's relationship with her husband will change, but not in the way she thinks. I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with his child. I think she should know that she will fall in love with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic.
I wish my daughter could sense the bond she will feel with women throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving. I hope she will understand why I can think rationally about most issues, but become temporarily insane when I discuss the threat of nuclear war to my children's future.
I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike. I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first time. I want her to taste the joy that is so real it actually hurts. My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes.
"You'll never regret it," I finally say. Then I reached across the table, squeezed my daughter's hand and offered a silent prayer for her, and for me, and for all the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings. This blessed gift from God ... that of being a Mother.
Please share this with a Mom that you know or all of your girlfriends who may someday be moms.
Posted by nwkinjapan at 5/08/2008 10:51:00 PM 1 comments



