Great Fathers

I am super blessed with great fathers in my life.


The Very Happy First Father's day to my husband who manages to eat with our daughter in his arm.


Yuna loves you, Daddy!

I did not see either of my fathers today but here are a few of my thousands of thanks to them.


Matt, thank you so much for letting us retire earlier than you in Normandy. Without it, we might not be able to have Yuna at this point of our life.


お父さん、ユタに来てくれてありがとう。ユタを好きになって帰ってもらってよかった！！由奈も喜んでます。(Dad, thank you for coming all the way to Utah where you did not like to come. However, thank you for changing your perspective and start liking Utah. Yuna is happy as well.)

And Grandpa/Great Grandpa Tueller,


Thank you for your patience with those pictures. The concert was such a treat to us! You are such a cool grandpa whom we love to hang out with. We love you!

Somen

Inter-marriage between a white man and Asian woman brings cultural differences every now and then. Here is one.
My husband says "Are you tired? Let's get you some sandwich from Gandolfo." There is nothing wrong with him and his sweet kindness. My Asianness does not allow sandwich to be a comfort food. This topic was brought up again today.
The weather today was a little warmer than we liked. We were tired from piled up house chores and errands on top of the baby things. So he goes, "Gandolfo?" "Somen?" I replied.
I take a chance to introduce one of my Japanese comfort dishes that is perfectly made for hot summer day; in fact, it is so refreshing that somen was all what I ate during my horrible first trimester with an IV.
Somen is a type of oil-free noodles which is boiled and dished with a soy sauce base soup. Last summer, my husband and I attended a festival held at my dad's work. There, they had somen.


Somen was placed in a bamboo canal in which water runs constantly. People wait along side and catch somen as it floats down the canal. Yes, you need survival chopstick skills in order to eat it. Obviously, the local people were impressed with my husband's skill that they put him in the next day newspaper.


My dad is a head of the institution. So he gave a little speech to the community and the people with disabilities that he takes care of. Wonderful job!!

Week 8

We sent a copy of Book of Mormon to my dad. Yuna contributed with hand full signature.

Week 7

Week 6

Chamber pot

Everyone left yesterday and now we are by ourselves for the first time in 6 months. But this time, we have Yuna outside of my womb. Recently, she learned to hold a binky; she can only do it when her hands are in the right place to the binky.




-New word of the day-
Chamber pot: A pot kept under a bed for urinal purpose at night. A myth is that there is a pot called the Bourdaloue, designed for a female. Bourdaloue was a French Catholic priest and gave long sermons. Thus, the female attendants would have their maids come and place the pot under neath of their dress to urinate so that they don't have to leave.
What a marvelous idea! Yet, wouldn't they be embarrassed with the sound of the pee which tells the surroundings that they were urinating in the middle of the lecture?! It might be good to have it by the bedside at night if you are very pregnant who can not even roll on the bed only with the condition of your most kind husband's agreement. Well, enough for that. Although I have to say the reason why my new word of the day was chamber pot was this.
My brother-in-law made a beautiful ceramic piece at school. It was so beautiful that my husband had to make fun of it. Hence, he called it a chamber pot.



Oh, Chris, we miss you!!

Week 5