My sister is currently living in Bangladesh with her husband Azfar. They recently attended his cousin Shammi's wedding. She has blogged the entire event in fascinating detail, check it out!
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Traditional Bengali Wedding
My sister is currently living in Bangladesh with her husband Azfar. They recently attended his cousin Shammi's wedding. She has blogged the entire event in fascinating detail, check it out!
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Friday, March 23, 2007
Bursting Into Spring
Our return to Virginia has placed us right in the middle of early spring. Yesterday evening Maranda, Kieran, and I wandered through the backyard checking on the chickens and seeing all the flowers that are bursting into view. As we sat on the bench in the center of our backyard, the chickens were quietly scratching, crocus and daffodils were visible all over the yard, and we could see the buds swelling and just starting to leaf out on the towering silver and red maples that adorn the fringes of our yard. A warm breeze drifted through the yard and it was one of those still late afternoons where everything around you seems so present, so alive.
I realize that spring may not have come yet for your household, but do trust that it is right around the corner! It never gets old to watch the transition from the greys of winter to the greens of spring. This year I find myself especially looking forward to this advent, as it has been a particularly tough winter for us and many that we love. Spring is so filled with hope as the land heals itself from the ravages of winter. Green grass is already starting to cover the mud and disturbed earth in my back yard. I am reminded that my life also has seasons, that dryness and darkness are often followed by new growth and surprising beauty.
I realize that spring may not have come yet for your household, but do trust that it is right around the corner! It never gets old to watch the transition from the greys of winter to the greens of spring. This year I find myself especially looking forward to this advent, as it has been a particularly tough winter for us and many that we love. Spring is so filled with hope as the land heals itself from the ravages of winter. Green grass is already starting to cover the mud and disturbed earth in my back yard. I am reminded that my life also has seasons, that dryness and darkness are often followed by new growth and surprising beauty.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
More Lorikeet Shots
Rainbow Lorikeets are stunningly beautiful birds (this was my first encounter). The lighting was poor due to overcast, or I would have had many more amazing shots. For more on this bird, check here.
Cool Videos
Here are some cool videos from the trip.
The first is from the underwater world on Sentosa Island.
This video is from the Lorikeet Aviary at Jurong Bird Park, one of the largest walk in aviaries in the world (the largest walk in aviary is also at this park).
This is from the butterfly park on Sentosa Island.
The first is from the underwater world on Sentosa Island.
This video is from the Lorikeet Aviary at Jurong Bird Park, one of the largest walk in aviaries in the world (the largest walk in aviary is also at this park).
This is from the butterfly park on Sentosa Island.
Chilli Crabs
Chilli Crabs are one of the most renowned Singapore dish, and for good reason! They consist of soft shelled crabs that have been marinated in a sweet chilli sauce until the entire crab is permeated with the wonderful flavor. The crab(s) are served with the shell still on, requiring plenty of cracking to get at the delicious meat.Kieran had already had a big meal of sticky rice and soup, so we only tentatively gave him a bit of crab meat. He loved it and was clamoring for more!! While Maranda carefully gave him pieces that had not come into contact with the chilli sauce, Daddy was not as careful and tossed him several pieces with lots of chilli sauce. Surprisingly, Kieran showed an immediate preference for the pieces doused in chilli sauce!! Wow, lets just say his proud father beamed!
A few bites later the spice caught up with him and his hand went to his mouth. He reached for some more rice and then a quick drink to soothe the burn, and then was back reaching for the chilli crab again. Having regrouped he pounded several more healthy servings of crab.
Toward the end of the dinner the restaurant had mostly cleared out and the staff were very attentively watching Kieran. At one point the cook came out and shook his hand and then took a cell phone picture with him. He enjoyed the attention, especially when the maitre'd took him into the kitchen to introduce him to the tank of bullfrogs. Lots of fun, we left with smiles promising to come back on our next trip to Singapore.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Butterfly Garden
On Sentosa Island we visited the butterfly garden. An enclosed area with several thousand butterfly's surrounding you. It was a blast!!
Below you can see rows of cocoons collected by the keepers, in various stages of progression. The butterflies that you can see have just emerged.
Below you can see rows of cocoons collected by the keepers, in various stages of progression. The butterflies that you can see have just emerged.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Love and Marriage
In my morning "coffee and web browsing," I stumbled across an excellent article about marriage relationships. From my limited perspective, this article rings true in many respects. Because I think it is well worth the read, I will share the text in its entirety with you.
What follows is the text of an article Harville Hendrix and his wife, Helen Hunt, wrote for “O” magazine in the April, 2003 issue.
CREATING LOVE
by
Harville Hendrix and Helen LaKelly Hunt
When we fall in love, suddenly we see life in technicolor. We nibble each others' ears and tell each other everything; our limitations and rigidities melt away. We're sexier, smarter, funnier, more giving. Now we feel whole, we feel like ourselves, we are connected.
But inevitably--whether we marry or move in together-- things just start to go wrong. The veil of illusion falls away, and it seems that our partners are different than we thought they were. It turns out they have qualities that we can't bear. Even qualities we once admired grate on us. Old hurts are reactivated as we realize that our partners cannot or will not love and care for us as they promised. Our dream shatters and we feel disconnected.
Disillusionment turns to anger. Since our partner no longer willingly give us what we need, we change tactics, trying to coerce our partners into caring--through anger, crying, withdrawal, shame, intimidation, criticism--whatever works. The power struggle has begun, and may go on for many years, until we split, or we settle into an uneasy truce, or until we seek help, desperate to feel alive and whole again, to have our dream back and feel reconnected.
The Imago Emerges
What is going on here? After reflecting deeply on this question, we have come to this conclusion: you have found an Imago (IH-MAH-GO) partner, someone, we regret to say, who is uniquely unqualified (at the moment), to give you the love you want. Well, this is what's supposed to happen.
Let us explain. We all think that we have free choice when it comes to selecting our partners. But our primitive "old" brain has a compelling, non-negotiable drive to restore the feeling of aliveness, wholeness and connectedness with which we came into the world. To accomplish that, it must repair the damage done in childhood as a result of needs not met, in a relationship with a person who resembles our caretakers.
You'd think, then, that we would choose someone who had what our caretakers lacked--and of course this is what we unconsciously seek. Would that it were so! But the old brain has a mind of its own, carrying its own image of the perfect partner, a complex synthesis of qualities formed in reaction to the way our caretakers responded to our needs. Every pleasure or pain, every transaction of childhood, has left its mark on us, and these collective impressions form an unconscious picture that we're always trying to match up as we scan our environment for a suitable mate.
This image of "the person who will join with me and make me whole again" we call the Imago. [Try this. See Exercise 1 below] Although we consciously seek only the positive traits, the negative traits of our caretakers are more indelibly imprinted in our Imago picture, because those are the traits which caused the wounds we now seek to heal.
Paradoxically, our unconscious need is to have our feelings of aliveness and wholeness restored by someone with the same deficits of care and attention that hurt us in the first place.
So when we fall in love, our old brain is telling us that we've found someone with whom we can complete our unfinished childhood business, meet certain biological imperative, and recover our wholeness. Our imperfect caretakers are "freeze dried" in the memories of childhood, are "reconstituted" in our partner. Unfortunately, since we don't understand what's going on, we're shocked when the awful truth of our beloved surfaces.
But that's not all the bad news. Another powerful component of our Imago is that we also seek the qualities missing in ourselves--both good and bad--that got lost in the shuffle of socialization. If we are shy, we seek someone outgoing; if we're disorganized, we're attracted to someone cool and rational. The anger we repressed because it was punished in our home, and which we unconsciously hate ourselves for feeling, we "annex" in our partner.
But eventually, when our own feelings--our repressed exuberance or anger--are stirred, we are uncomfortable, and criticize our partners for being too outgoing, too coldly rational, too temperamental. [Check this out. [See exercise 2 below]
Waking Up to Reality
All of this seems to be a recipe for disaster, and for a long time this depressing state of affairs puzzled us. How can we resolve our childhood issues if our partners wound us in the same ways as our caretakers, and we ourselves are stuck in childhood patterns that wound our partners?
Consciousness is the key; it changes everything.
When we are unaware of the unconscious agenda of romantic love, it is a disaster, for our childhood scenarios inevitably repeat themselves with the same devastating consequences. There is method to this madness, though. The unconscious recreation of the ambience of childhood has the express purpose of bringing this old impasse to a resolution. When we understand that we have chosen our partners to heal certain wounds, and that the healing of those wounds is the key to the end of longing, we have taken the first step on the journey to real love.
Conflict is Natural
What we need to understand and accept is that conflict is supposed to happen. This is as nature intended it: everything in nature has a polarity and is in tension. The hard truth is that the grounds for marriage is really incompatibility; it is the norm for relationships. Conflict needs to be understood as a given, a sign that the psyche is trying to survive, to get its needs met and become whole, and paradoxically, to restore connection. It's only without this knowledge that conflict is destructive.
Romantic love is supposed to end. It is the glue that initially bonds two incompatible people together to do what needs to be done to heal each other, and in the process, heal the rifts in nature caused by our wounds. The good news is that the power struggle is also supposed to end. The emotional bond that is created by romantic love to keep partners together through the hard times evolves into a powerful organic bond through the process of resolving conflict.
The way we have come to see it is that nature is healing itself in our relationships, restoring connection with split off parts. This is a spiritual process with psychological benefits. Each individual is a node of energy woven into the tapestry of Being, and the tapestry is frayed and weakened where there is conflict. With our self-awareness, we humans do not have to remain stuck in childhood ruts; we are uniquely able to correct what has gone wrong. And when we do it has cosmic consequences. When we heal our relationships, we heal the rift in nature, repairing the fabric of being, and in a small way, contributing to the wholeness of the human situation.
Making the Choice for a Conscious Relationship
A Conscious Relationship is not for the faint-hearted, for it requires reclaiming the lost, repressed parts of ourselves which we were told were dangerous to have, and which we unconsciously hate ourselves for having. And it means learning more effective coping mechanisms than the crying or anger or withdrawal that have become so habitual for us, rupturing our connection. It means reconnecting through dialogue, stretching to give our partners what they need to heal. [Try this. Exercise 3 below] This is not easy, but it works.
Regardless of what we may believe, relationships are not born of love, but of need; real love is born in relationships. You are already with your dream partner, but at the moment, he or she is in disguise--and, like you, in pain. A Conscious Relationship itself is the therapy you need to restore your sense of aliveness and recover your wholeness, and set you on the path of real love and reconnection with the Cosmos which is your essential nature and destiny.
Exercise 1. Make a list of positive and negative traits of both your parents. Then make a similar list describing your partner.
Exercise 2. Check it out. Make a list of the traits you like least in your partner. Then make a list of the traits you like best in yourself. Compare the two and share with your partner.
Exercise 3: Try this. Ask you partner to state their deepest frustration with you. Then ask what they need most from you. Listen without reacting. Mirror accurately what they say. Validate their point of view. Express empathy for the feelings. Stretch to meet their deepest need.
What follows is the text of an article Harville Hendrix and his wife, Helen Hunt, wrote for “O” magazine in the April, 2003 issue.
CREATING LOVE
by
Harville Hendrix and Helen LaKelly Hunt
When we fall in love, suddenly we see life in technicolor. We nibble each others' ears and tell each other everything; our limitations and rigidities melt away. We're sexier, smarter, funnier, more giving. Now we feel whole, we feel like ourselves, we are connected.
But inevitably--whether we marry or move in together-- things just start to go wrong. The veil of illusion falls away, and it seems that our partners are different than we thought they were. It turns out they have qualities that we can't bear. Even qualities we once admired grate on us. Old hurts are reactivated as we realize that our partners cannot or will not love and care for us as they promised. Our dream shatters and we feel disconnected.
Disillusionment turns to anger. Since our partner no longer willingly give us what we need, we change tactics, trying to coerce our partners into caring--through anger, crying, withdrawal, shame, intimidation, criticism--whatever works. The power struggle has begun, and may go on for many years, until we split, or we settle into an uneasy truce, or until we seek help, desperate to feel alive and whole again, to have our dream back and feel reconnected.
The Imago Emerges
What is going on here? After reflecting deeply on this question, we have come to this conclusion: you have found an Imago (IH-MAH-GO) partner, someone, we regret to say, who is uniquely unqualified (at the moment), to give you the love you want. Well, this is what's supposed to happen.
Let us explain. We all think that we have free choice when it comes to selecting our partners. But our primitive "old" brain has a compelling, non-negotiable drive to restore the feeling of aliveness, wholeness and connectedness with which we came into the world. To accomplish that, it must repair the damage done in childhood as a result of needs not met, in a relationship with a person who resembles our caretakers.
You'd think, then, that we would choose someone who had what our caretakers lacked--and of course this is what we unconsciously seek. Would that it were so! But the old brain has a mind of its own, carrying its own image of the perfect partner, a complex synthesis of qualities formed in reaction to the way our caretakers responded to our needs. Every pleasure or pain, every transaction of childhood, has left its mark on us, and these collective impressions form an unconscious picture that we're always trying to match up as we scan our environment for a suitable mate.
This image of "the person who will join with me and make me whole again" we call the Imago. [Try this. See Exercise 1 below] Although we consciously seek only the positive traits, the negative traits of our caretakers are more indelibly imprinted in our Imago picture, because those are the traits which caused the wounds we now seek to heal.
Paradoxically, our unconscious need is to have our feelings of aliveness and wholeness restored by someone with the same deficits of care and attention that hurt us in the first place.
So when we fall in love, our old brain is telling us that we've found someone with whom we can complete our unfinished childhood business, meet certain biological imperative, and recover our wholeness. Our imperfect caretakers are "freeze dried" in the memories of childhood, are "reconstituted" in our partner. Unfortunately, since we don't understand what's going on, we're shocked when the awful truth of our beloved surfaces.
But that's not all the bad news. Another powerful component of our Imago is that we also seek the qualities missing in ourselves--both good and bad--that got lost in the shuffle of socialization. If we are shy, we seek someone outgoing; if we're disorganized, we're attracted to someone cool and rational. The anger we repressed because it was punished in our home, and which we unconsciously hate ourselves for feeling, we "annex" in our partner.
But eventually, when our own feelings--our repressed exuberance or anger--are stirred, we are uncomfortable, and criticize our partners for being too outgoing, too coldly rational, too temperamental. [Check this out. [See exercise 2 below]
Waking Up to Reality
All of this seems to be a recipe for disaster, and for a long time this depressing state of affairs puzzled us. How can we resolve our childhood issues if our partners wound us in the same ways as our caretakers, and we ourselves are stuck in childhood patterns that wound our partners?
Consciousness is the key; it changes everything.
When we are unaware of the unconscious agenda of romantic love, it is a disaster, for our childhood scenarios inevitably repeat themselves with the same devastating consequences. There is method to this madness, though. The unconscious recreation of the ambience of childhood has the express purpose of bringing this old impasse to a resolution. When we understand that we have chosen our partners to heal certain wounds, and that the healing of those wounds is the key to the end of longing, we have taken the first step on the journey to real love.
Conflict is Natural
What we need to understand and accept is that conflict is supposed to happen. This is as nature intended it: everything in nature has a polarity and is in tension. The hard truth is that the grounds for marriage is really incompatibility; it is the norm for relationships. Conflict needs to be understood as a given, a sign that the psyche is trying to survive, to get its needs met and become whole, and paradoxically, to restore connection. It's only without this knowledge that conflict is destructive.
Romantic love is supposed to end. It is the glue that initially bonds two incompatible people together to do what needs to be done to heal each other, and in the process, heal the rifts in nature caused by our wounds. The good news is that the power struggle is also supposed to end. The emotional bond that is created by romantic love to keep partners together through the hard times evolves into a powerful organic bond through the process of resolving conflict.
The way we have come to see it is that nature is healing itself in our relationships, restoring connection with split off parts. This is a spiritual process with psychological benefits. Each individual is a node of energy woven into the tapestry of Being, and the tapestry is frayed and weakened where there is conflict. With our self-awareness, we humans do not have to remain stuck in childhood ruts; we are uniquely able to correct what has gone wrong. And when we do it has cosmic consequences. When we heal our relationships, we heal the rift in nature, repairing the fabric of being, and in a small way, contributing to the wholeness of the human situation.
Making the Choice for a Conscious Relationship
A Conscious Relationship is not for the faint-hearted, for it requires reclaiming the lost, repressed parts of ourselves which we were told were dangerous to have, and which we unconsciously hate ourselves for having. And it means learning more effective coping mechanisms than the crying or anger or withdrawal that have become so habitual for us, rupturing our connection. It means reconnecting through dialogue, stretching to give our partners what they need to heal. [Try this. Exercise 3 below] This is not easy, but it works.
Regardless of what we may believe, relationships are not born of love, but of need; real love is born in relationships. You are already with your dream partner, but at the moment, he or she is in disguise--and, like you, in pain. A Conscious Relationship itself is the therapy you need to restore your sense of aliveness and recover your wholeness, and set you on the path of real love and reconnection with the Cosmos which is your essential nature and destiny.
Exercise 1. Make a list of positive and negative traits of both your parents. Then make a similar list describing your partner.
Exercise 2. Check it out. Make a list of the traits you like least in your partner. Then make a list of the traits you like best in yourself. Compare the two and share with your partner.
Exercise 3: Try this. Ask you partner to state their deepest frustration with you. Then ask what they need most from you. Listen without reacting. Mirror accurately what they say. Validate their point of view. Express empathy for the feelings. Stretch to meet their deepest need.
Friday, March 09, 2007
Baby Adventures
Kieran is having a complete blast on this trip. He seems to have come to expect something new every day, and is chomping at the bit in the morning with repeated exclamations of "go." Whether pointing with his finger in a directing manner, racing forward on eager legs, or leaning forward in his stroller exclaiming "wow," Kieran is full of the spirit of adventure.
Last night we went on the "Night Safari," which is a special addition to the world famous Singapore zoo and has received lots of acclaim. It was basically an entire separate zoo, with animals in very natural looking habitats. There was overhead soft lighting so we could see them exploring their habitat. Animals are far more active at night!
After exploring the night zoo, we stopped to get some photos with some of Kieran's favorite critters, a snake and an owl!
Last night we went on the "Night Safari," which is a special addition to the world famous Singapore zoo and has received lots of acclaim. It was basically an entire separate zoo, with animals in very natural looking habitats. There was overhead soft lighting so we could see them exploring their habitat. Animals are far more active at night!
After exploring the night zoo, we stopped to get some photos with some of Kieran's favorite critters, a snake and an owl!
Fire Dancers
Last night we enjoyed a wonderful exhibition of dancing with fire. Kieran was mesmerized and has been eyeing our incense sticks ever since!
Shoppers Swagger
After an evening of shopping mostly confined to his stroller, Kieran came down with a serious case of crazy feet!
Thursday, March 08, 2007
World's Largest Bats
Check out these way cool fruit eating bats. They are known as flying foxes and can have wingspans up to 2 meters!!! There were several flying around me when I took this video.
Sunday, March 04, 2007
Singapore Zoo
After a few shopping excursions on Saturday, we chose to spend Sunday admiring the magnificence of God's creation at the Singapore zoo. The weather was quite nice, and the animals were especially active in the morning. Kieran's favorite were the various monkeys and apes, he spent a good part of the morning imitating the howler monkey.
Here are a few shots from the day:
Here are a few shots from the day:
Friday, March 02, 2007
30000 feet over the sea (aka Mommy's big sacrifice)
Well, our 23 hour flight to Singapore started off well enough, loading went without a hitch and in short order we were comfortable stowed in the rear cabin of a Northwest plane, armed with a bag of ~300 toys to distract our wonderfully active boy. After the distraction of our initial take-off, Kieran got the wander bug, so Daddy took him for a *walk* up and down the seat aisles. A walk turned into a sprint, with nimble little feet quickly outpacing the clumsier, more heavily laden feet of his father. With the occasional pause to wave at some of his admirers, in short order we had arrived at the first class cabin. Determined to look like a respectable father who does not allow his son to run through three cabins of an airplane, I had a brief discussion with my young sprinter and started back holding his hand from behind. In a moment of distraction as we eased by another passenger, my young opportunist slipped my hand and continued his Olympic trials, this time aided by the downward slope of the cabins.
A cabin later I caught up with the rogue and managed to slow his forward progress by gently holding the top of his head. This quickly turned into feet outpacing his head, which looked quite cartoonish (you know, the ones where the feet take off first with the head stretching back behind). With only slightly impeded progress he finished the lap back to our seat and was swept up out of the aisle by mommy's waiting arm. Daddy having received far more exercise than his triathalon son, plopped down into his chair and quickly fell asleep.
Here's where the story takes a turn for the worse, if you have a weak stomach I recommend you do not read on.
MOMMY'S BIG SACRIFICE (AKA THE LONGEST 8 HOURS OF OUR LIVES)
Being good parents, shortly before the flight we gave Kieran a nice breakfast of eggs and some formula. This was gratefully returned to us in partially digested splendor about 3 hours into our flight (shortly after our Detroit connection). Mommy was directly in the path and in an act of extreme self sacrifice took the entire contents on her lap. After a few moments of panic, we managed to dig out our wet wipes and take care of the mess, even changing Kieran's shirt for a clean one that my always prepared wife had thought to pack.
Unfortunately this turned out to only be a warm-up run. In the following 8 hours Kieran threw up about every 30 minutes, his sick tummy refusing to hold any liquids, much to the dismay and fright of his parents, hovering somewhere over the North Pacific. Daddy made frequent trips to the flight attendants, retrieving many armfuls of towels and bags to place soiled clothing. Kieran quickly went through both extra shirts and spent the remainder of the flight in only a diaper. Mommy continued to be the recipient of the upchuck, with literally a dozen or more incidents ending up in her lap.
Having considered staying over in Tokyo so we could take Kieran into a hospital to get rehydrated, we were wonderfully pleased when he was able to keep a few sips of Sprite down about eight hours into the trip. He fell asleep on Mommy's lap for an hour of wonderful respite. While there was one more incident on our leg from Tokyo to Singapore (this one thankfully placed on the empty seat we managed to commandeer), the storm had broke and Kieran was on the mend. The last portion of our journey over South Asian waters was thankfully uneventful, and even quite entertaining, as a recuperated Kieran began to energetically interact and *flirt* with some young Singaporean girls sitting behind us. He proceeded to show them every toy in his bag and kept them giggling with his crazy antics (that boy likes to perform!). A weary mommy and daddy smiled at his joyfulness, glad to see that he had handled the sickness and confinement so well. Indeed, Kieran never once had a crying fit through the whole 23 hour trip!
A shower and a few hours of rest later, this father is indeed thankful to have arrived in the beautiful city of Singapore. I am also thankful for the exceeding patience and self-sacrifice of the most amazing woman I have ever met.
Check back later for pics and info on our big (vomit free) trip to the zoo!!
A cabin later I caught up with the rogue and managed to slow his forward progress by gently holding the top of his head. This quickly turned into feet outpacing his head, which looked quite cartoonish (you know, the ones where the feet take off first with the head stretching back behind). With only slightly impeded progress he finished the lap back to our seat and was swept up out of the aisle by mommy's waiting arm. Daddy having received far more exercise than his triathalon son, plopped down into his chair and quickly fell asleep.
Here's where the story takes a turn for the worse, if you have a weak stomach I recommend you do not read on.
MOMMY'S BIG SACRIFICE (AKA THE LONGEST 8 HOURS OF OUR LIVES)
Being good parents, shortly before the flight we gave Kieran a nice breakfast of eggs and some formula. This was gratefully returned to us in partially digested splendor about 3 hours into our flight (shortly after our Detroit connection). Mommy was directly in the path and in an act of extreme self sacrifice took the entire contents on her lap. After a few moments of panic, we managed to dig out our wet wipes and take care of the mess, even changing Kieran's shirt for a clean one that my always prepared wife had thought to pack.
Unfortunately this turned out to only be a warm-up run. In the following 8 hours Kieran threw up about every 30 minutes, his sick tummy refusing to hold any liquids, much to the dismay and fright of his parents, hovering somewhere over the North Pacific. Daddy made frequent trips to the flight attendants, retrieving many armfuls of towels and bags to place soiled clothing. Kieran quickly went through both extra shirts and spent the remainder of the flight in only a diaper. Mommy continued to be the recipient of the upchuck, with literally a dozen or more incidents ending up in her lap.
Having considered staying over in Tokyo so we could take Kieran into a hospital to get rehydrated, we were wonderfully pleased when he was able to keep a few sips of Sprite down about eight hours into the trip. He fell asleep on Mommy's lap for an hour of wonderful respite. While there was one more incident on our leg from Tokyo to Singapore (this one thankfully placed on the empty seat we managed to commandeer), the storm had broke and Kieran was on the mend. The last portion of our journey over South Asian waters was thankfully uneventful, and even quite entertaining, as a recuperated Kieran began to energetically interact and *flirt* with some young Singaporean girls sitting behind us. He proceeded to show them every toy in his bag and kept them giggling with his crazy antics (that boy likes to perform!). A weary mommy and daddy smiled at his joyfulness, glad to see that he had handled the sickness and confinement so well. Indeed, Kieran never once had a crying fit through the whole 23 hour trip!
A shower and a few hours of rest later, this father is indeed thankful to have arrived in the beautiful city of Singapore. I am also thankful for the exceeding patience and self-sacrifice of the most amazing woman I have ever met.
Check back later for pics and info on our big (vomit free) trip to the zoo!!
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