When I think of Japan

Whenever I think of Japan, I generally think of things like this:

or, like this:
or, occasionally, things like this:
I also think about the people and lifestyle that are so familiar to me because, in a sense, I grew up right alongside much of it. Although I have only visited Japan on short trips and never lived there for extended periods of time, my own mother is a native of Japan. She created an environment in my childhood home that very strongly conveyed the spirit of her homeland. To this day I speak to my parents in the Japanese language they taught me, and step away from my American-ness every time I do.

These days, when anyone mentions Japan, all that seems to come to mind are horrific images of destruction with the recent earthquake and tsunami affecting their nation. A week ago, as I tried to watch some of the footage from this calamity, I realized tears were rolling down my cheeks and quickly turned off the news, but was unable to stop sobbing for several minutes. It isn't typical for me to burst into tears at the sight of something sad, but perhaps because of the pregnancy, and perhaps because of emotional ties to this country, oceans away, I felt an unusual sense of sorrow. Thankfully, all of my family and friends in Japan have been kept safe through this event, but my prayers are with those who suffer there.

New Recruit for Team Dixon

We're getting a new recruit for our family, scheduled to arrive Labor Day weekend of 2011. Not much is known about this team member, except that he/she is currently about the size of a peach and has a heart rate of about 150 bpm.

We'll see which expires first--this box of cereal, or pregnancy #2.
In other news, I turned 26. Aren't birthday flowers wonderful?

Doctor Daddy & Master Mommy

This past summer Forest and I wrapped up our degree requirements at the University of Illinois, and our diplomas have since arrived in the mail.

Currently we are continuing our schooling in the fields of parenting and home ownership. Although there are no diplomas awarded for these disciplines, as far as I know, there certainly are a lot of tests!

when you wish upon a grape

I think that God is so merciful that often he acknowledges our childlike wishes and silent prayers, simply because he loves us.

This was evidenced to me yesterday, when, just for an evening, I got to be an orchestra teacher with my very own group of string players.

It just so happens that between the ages of 13 and 18, there are four violinists, two violists, two cellists, and a double bassist in my current congregation at church. Just the right number for a small but balanced string orchestra. And, it just so happened that there was a district-wide meeting planned for youth 12 to 18 on January 16, and I was asked to organize an instrumental musical number for that event.

Dream come true? I think so. Last month I excitedly arranged a children's hymn for five string parts (with our congregation's talents in mind), then contacted the kids about participation and rehearsals. It all came together beautifully last night as I dusted off my old conducting baton from Professor Schleicher and led the Cedar Rapids 2nd Ward Orchestra through our two-minute musical offering.

Langston Hughes once asked: "What happens to a dream deferred?" I think maybe it depends on the dream. Is it alright for some dreams to be deferred as we prioritize other dreams (like stay-at-home-motherhood)? I think, sometimes maybe it is alright. A sun-dried raisin is, after all, sweeter than the original fresh grape.

ParTEA like it's 2011

When 2010 dropped the ball and the calendar flipped to 2011, the Dixons were still East of the Mississippi, making holiday visits. We spent New Years Eve with Cheryl and co.
Ramona received a little tea set (thank you Cheryl) which was immediately used for a tea party on the living room floor.
Cheryl apparently received a few toys of her own
Forest and I shared our friends with Ramona for a little while, but then we took her back to Paca's house, put her to bed, and tried to have our own kind of New Year's tea party. Although grown-ups probably don't have as much fun as kids do, sometimes we pretend our parties are better just because we get to stay up late.
New Year's Day we met with another Decatur friend, then drove back to Jii and Baachan's house, where we ate sweet rice and giant sweetened black beans from Japan.
After a couple of days there, it really was time to end our stay in Illinois.
On the way back to Iowa, we squeezed in a visit with Aubrey--another friend who takes me back to age fourteen.
After eleven days of travel, sickness, friends, and family, now we're back in our sweet Iowa home with the whole year ahead of us. Here we come, 2011--come snow,
rain, or shine!

A Pinball Christmas

Since Forest's company shuts down for a week and a half during the holidays, we decided to make the most of that time back in Illinois, bouncing back and forth between various family members and friends. As a result, our Christmas spanned several days and comprised seven different celebrations.

Celebration #1: Just us Dixons in Iowa

A few bites of angel food cake french toast before packing up the van and hitting the road

Celebration #2: with Jii and Baachan in Bloomington-Normal
My parents didn't put up a tree this year, but they did get some gorgeous blooms on their Christmas cactusRamona got her hands on a violin-shaped music box while we were there

. . . and she joined me and Jii to play some Christmas carols that night.
The next morning was the 25th. Merry Christmas, Mona-Pie!



Jii really wanted to take Ramona sledding. And Baachan really wanted her to wear my old (20+ year) coat.
Yes, below she is wearing the coat I wore when I was her size. I guess my mother could never part with it.

Celebration #3: Cerro Gordo with Paca and Teresa

More tiny violins! But note: This was not mine or Forest's gift idea, below.
I almost wish I could take credit for the gift, though--Ramona's face lit up as soon as she saw it, and she could hardly wait to get her hands on that plastic fiddle. (Thank you, Crissy) Anyone notice she holds it more like a cello than a violin? Hmmmm . . .

A pony for Moni-Pony (as Paca calls her)

Celebration #4: to Decatur for brunch with Grandma

Celebration #5: at Dutch and Bill's house (Christmas Central)

Sometimes the bag is a bigger hit than what's inside. Especially the musical bags from Dutch.

Celebration #6: Back to Bloomington to visit Princess Jess
(Just Ramona and Mommy for this celebration, while daddy stayed back to do some cross-country skiing)

Whenever we get together, I feel fourteen again. That's not such a bad thing, right?
After that visit, we went back to Jii and Baachan's house for Ramona's naptime--which didn't happen. But this did:

Celebration #7: Back to Decatur to see Great-Grandma Rosanne

. . . where, believe it or not, there were even more gifts for Ramona

You might notice she is wearing different clothing in each of these pictures. She got into a pile of cousin Aubrey's hand-me-down clothes and initiated a fashion show of sorts. By the end she was actually wearing three different outfits at one time.

'Twas a very merry (busy) Christmas.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night('s rest)!

Swingin' in the Snow

Once upon a Thursday, a mommy and a little girl woke up to a calm, snowy morning with no biting wind. The mommy bundled up the little girl and took her outside to explore their winter-coated backyard.

At first the girl seemed apprehensive about the powdery whiteness, complaining it made her shoes "messy."
But her face was full of smiles once she re-discovered her swingset.
By then, she didn't mind getting messy at all. The mommy built up a pile of snow at the girl's feet and let her knock it over each time she swung by.
Perhaps the mommy should have picked up a pair of little snow boots for the girl before their outdoor excursion . . .

But at any rate, back inside, once all feet and socks were dry again, the two sat down to eat cookies while the little girl watched a video of herself swinging in the snow, from just moments before.

And they spent the rest of their morning happily ever after.
The End