tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-310092352008-09-05T09:38:25.368+07:00That Great Citytrmillsnoreply@blogger.comBlogger146125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31009235.post-46564541380873179582008-09-04T08:10:00.006+07:002008-09-04T09:45:16.367+07:00Birthday Boy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SL9C7qEK7gI/AAAAAAAAA-U/wsuk6GbYa-M/s1600-h/as_slid.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SL9C7qEK7gI/AAAAAAAAA-U/wsuk6GbYa-M/s400/as_slid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241982083954044418" border="0" /></a>Our baby just turned two. Which is just unbelievable when I consider that it was such a very short time ago that he came to us...in Bangkok...so BIG and beautiful. He has been a joy every single day and I did not know the depth of love of a mama for her boy! We celebrated with a party with family and friends around us, which was such a luxury after being far away from so many we love for quite some time. Now if only we could bring those we love in Thailand here, all would be just right...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SL9C7otl2dI/AAAAAAAAA-c/-hG_3gBseZk/s1600-h/trckcak.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SL9C7otl2dI/AAAAAAAAA-c/-hG_3gBseZk/s400/trckcak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241982083590904274" border="0" /></a>The birthday boy's fascination with trucks inspired our theme, and the cake was a long and involved project involving lots of little pieces of cake being glued together and a great deal of improvisation. But he was very happy with it, as you can see in his delighted little countenance in this video...(and I love the way his sister keeps coming in for kisses)...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-aed6c17e6053d3fa" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqgAAAP0YN7YpWvFNWPjMMOzGjlWcUeYSEw9BkeJNMmB2C9gXVgCb4hFCVuv2o4zaWx3-znI0NpCombgBTmPd2hNf6vvF9E8Gjyhdo5vdoo38fGXF-W_HpSETkZY7YgBbMFnv2wpZlNww7QRvqlGGG4eO8aoZWCFvE2PRWbY3BDRUr8OG-oSA1hKZLQ0Jz9BHQCrwh0COzsBMQKrxGXiAL4yTKRA4N0x6Udr0nKd_498rxjN5%26sigh%3DILyZcUsxoXJyixxZV0QD3jryaMU%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&nogvlm=1&thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daed6c17e6053d3fa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DgGZIDbqP_uaQnzVQjDr1xN2e-Uc&messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqgAAAP0YN7YpWvFNWPjMMOzGjlWcUeYSEw9BkeJNMmB2C9gXVgCb4hFCVuv2o4zaWx3-znI0NpCombgBTmPd2hNf6vvF9E8Gjyhdo5vdoo38fGXF-W_HpSETkZY7YgBbMFnv2wpZlNww7QRvqlGGG4eO8aoZWCFvE2PRWbY3BDRUr8OG-oSA1hKZLQ0Jz9BHQCrwh0COzsBMQKrxGXiAL4yTKRA4N0x6Udr0nKd_498rxjN5%26sigh%3DILyZcUsxoXJyixxZV0QD3jryaMU%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&nogvlm=1&thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daed6c17e6053d3fa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DgGZIDbqP_uaQnzVQjDr1xN2e-Uc&messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SL9C7kQ8jBI/AAAAAAAAA-k/tFwMv2wumTY/s1600-h/prtybys.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SL9C7kQ8jBI/AAAAAAAAA-k/tFwMv2wumTY/s400/prtybys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241982082397015058" border="0" /></a>The little boys celebrating together. As long as everyone kept his hands off Asa's new bat, all was well. Let's just say that all of the pictures were not this harmonious!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SL9C785MerI/AAAAAAAAA-s/IlYpCwy1q5Q/s1600-h/asa_truck.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SL9C785MerI/AAAAAAAAA-s/IlYpCwy1q5Q/s400/asa_truck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241982089008282290" border="0" /></a>Daddy made some fun coloring sheets...<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SL9C7yM-pSI/AAAAAAAAA-0/Wa9M4LvujiE/s1600-h/as_tball2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SL9C7yM-pSI/AAAAAAAAA-0/Wa9M4LvujiE/s400/as_tball2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241982086138471714" border="0" /></a>This gift from Papa Jeff was a big "hit"...he didn't let the bat and ball out of his sight (or grasp) all day. It's such fun to see your boy enjoying being a boy!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SL9DMaGN5TI/AAAAAAAAA-8/ZwNskt_AK8I/s1600-h/as_tball1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SL9DMaGN5TI/AAAAAAAAA-8/ZwNskt_AK8I/s400/as_tball1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241982371725436210" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SL9DMh1vaGI/AAAAAAAAA_E/hbnnpIto7Dg/s1600-h/grls_bys.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SL9DMh1vaGI/AAAAAAAAA_E/hbnnpIto7Dg/s400/grls_bys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241982373803812962" border="0" /></a>And Mommy loved having her friends there to celebrate, too- we all had little boys at the same time, which is such fun! I LOVE being with these girls.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SL9DMr8-CRI/AAAAAAAAA_M/CzDPD9C8RSg/s1600-h/em_slid.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SL9DMr8-CRI/AAAAAAAAA_M/CzDPD9C8RSg/s400/em_slid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241982376518486290" border="0" /></a><br />We spent the actual birthday day out and about in Atlanta- here Sister enjoys the playground at Centennial Olympic Park...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SL9DM8ToKNI/AAAAAAAAA_U/5K1xLjD5Cjw/s1600-h/emDrum.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SL9DM8ToKNI/AAAAAAAAA_U/5K1xLjD5Cjw/s400/emDrum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241982380908488914" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SL9DMzCmpCI/AAAAAAAAA_c/yy9iMpf3Jtc/s1600-h/asVar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SL9DMzCmpCI/AAAAAAAAA_c/yy9iMpf3Jtc/s400/asVar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241982378421167138" border="0" /></a>Then we headed to the Varsity to introduce them to an Atlanta tradition. The hot dogs and frosted orange went over tremendously well.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SL9DUKGtd-I/AAAAAAAAA_k/VDheI1Js96o/s1600-h/emvar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SL9DUKGtd-I/AAAAAAAAA_k/VDheI1Js96o/s400/emvar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241982504871491554" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Happy Birthday, sweet boy! We love you tremendously!<br /></div>trmillsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31009235.post-20302277184219790762008-09-01T08:58:00.004+07:002008-09-02T05:06:24.577+07:00Two WeeksTwo weeks have flown by at record speed. It really has been a whirlwind, and we're settling in well in Atlanta. The travel was LONG, but really went as well as we could have asked with two little children and one on the way. We had a 12 hour layover in Korea, which sounded terrible before the trip, but ended up being an amazing blessing, as it gave us the chance to regather our wits, rest and get clean in a hotel room before tackling the 13 hour leg of the trip. It was so, so good to land in Georgia. A couple of pictures of our travelin' kids...<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SLtNXv6g3TI/AAAAAAAAA9k/48pjcn1z0mE/s1600-h/em_asa-arprt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SLtNXv6g3TI/AAAAAAAAA9k/48pjcn1z0mE/s400/em_asa-arprt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240867661769923890" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">6 am in Seoul, not sure what time it is in Bangkok or Atlanta...the disorientation has begun</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SLtNX2lX5nI/AAAAAAAAA9s/0-_gSyVSQLI/s1600-h/inche_em_as.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SLtNX2lX5nI/AAAAAAAAA9s/0-_gSyVSQLI/s400/inche_em_as.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240867663560304242" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Happy to be off the airplane, enjoying a park in Korea</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">We arrived in Atlanta to the welcoming arms of friends and family. Much love went into making our house a home for us, and it is wonderful for our family. We can walk to any number of great restaurants, to grocery stores, to church- what else could we ask for? Friends brought incredible meals for the first week while we recovered our senses, for which we are <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">so</span> very thankful!<br /><br />Our first days were also marked by sadness as we grieved with our friends the <a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.prayforjoseph.blogspot.com">Peabodys</a>, who lost their precious son Joseph after a 9 month battle with a brain tumor. We were far away during the diagnosis and the treatment, and we were so thankful to be here to go to Nashville to hug them and be with them. We continue to grieve with and pray for you, friends.<br /><br />A number of people have asked me how we're adjusting and if I'm experiencing "culture shock". For now the answer seems to be just fine, and not really. We've definitely noticed differences, but overall it just feels like home. Emotions are fickle things and I know that could change next week, but for now it all feels very normal. In some ways it seems that we've missed only a couple of weeks, not years- the same people are leading worship in church, we see the same faces on the nursery hall...but all of the children are bigger! I'm struck with the ease of certain everyday things- from the magic of the dishwasher, to the hot water coming through the pipes for dishes and laundry, to the ease of putting sugar in the cabinet and knowing it won't be overrun with ants within an hour- and it's rather fun to have the perspective of appreciating these "normal" things.<br /><br />A few pictures from our first weeks...<br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SLtNX4iD-oI/AAAAAAAAA90/spwfq5rgA8c/s1600-h/em_am_grl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SLtNX4iD-oI/AAAAAAAAA90/spwfq5rgA8c/s400/em_am_grl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240867664083286658" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Emmy at the American Girl store with her new friends- a long awaited birthday treat from Granna</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SLtNYLv5jBI/AAAAAAAAA-E/8S7zzNLpUPY/s1600-h/pp_mtrbike2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SLtNYLv5jBI/AAAAAAAAA-E/8S7zzNLpUPY/s400/pp_mtrbike2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240867669241596946" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">And Asa on Paw Paw's Harley. He's a big fan of motorcycles, but you don't see them like this in Bangkok!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SLtNlx82csI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EGtb5r9uQjc/s1600-h/pp_mtrbike.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SLtNlx82csI/AAAAAAAAA-M/EGtb5r9uQjc/s400/pp_mtrbike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240867902834766530" border="0" /></a>Today we're celebrating our boy's birthday...more to come soon!trmillsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31009235.post-81047800856934816302008-08-14T23:39:00.003+07:002008-08-14T23:47:57.491+07:00All My Bags Are Packed, I'm Ready To Go...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SKRgjD7-nVI/AAAAAAAAA9U/k0RslfcNgqs/s1600-h/emasbag1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SKRgjD7-nVI/AAAAAAAAA9U/k0RslfcNgqs/s400/emasbag1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234414822379920722" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">If only it were this easy and comfortable to transport two small children across the world...<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><br />Okay, all are bags are really not packed (but we're getting close!) and we are not ready to go just yet, but in 24 hours we'll be on an airplane beginning the LONG journey to Atlanta! We've had a good week of tending to seemingly unending details, saying some temporary but significant farewells, and thus far have had no major emotional breakdowns (this week, that is. We won't talk about last week:). We're privileged to have two "homes", but the business of transitioning between them is uncharted territory. Thank you to those of you who are praying for us through this long travel and transition, and most especially for these dear children as they adjust to all the changes ahead.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SKRgjJ6ISrI/AAAAAAAAA9c/X-Tl8mgYNQk/s1600-h/emasbag2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SKRgjJ6ISrI/AAAAAAAAA9c/X-Tl8mgYNQk/s400/emasbag2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234414823982779058" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">We'll see you soon, Atlanta folks!</span><br /></div>trmillsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31009235.post-65043098822514367652008-08-12T21:00:00.008+07:002008-08-12T21:39:55.023+07:00To The Beach!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SKGYsnC6nfI/AAAAAAAAA8M/sewtcywIZZo/s1600-h/as_cal_pdl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SKGYsnC6nfI/AAAAAAAAA8M/sewtcywIZZo/s400/as_cal_pdl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233632134144105970" border="0" /></a><br />It was a huge treat to get to take a break between periods of chaos last week and go to the beach with our friends and teammates, the Henrys. Their family has been an amazing provision for ours the past two years. I've found a kindred spirit in Crystal, Emmy absolutely adores her best buddy PJ, Tim and Paul have become good friends, and even Asa and Calvin stop grabbing toys from each other long enough to have fun sometimes:). And not to forget "Baby Dell", as Asa calls little Adele, with whom he is completely infatuated. Yesterday he was composing music in her honor, hitting spoons together and chanting rhythmically, "Ba-by-Dell, Ba-by-Dell" (she wasn't here when this was happening, but she seems to be ever present in his thoughts!). It would be hard to overstate how much their friendship has meant to us as we've built a new life and new relationships here over the past two years. When we return from the U.S., they will soon be leaving for seminary, so this is truly the end of an era for us, but certainly not the end of our friendship.<br /><br />Some snapshots of our time...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SKGYsvrzvQI/AAAAAAAAA8U/-U33Coqd7zI/s1600-h/sala.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SKGYsvrzvQI/AAAAAAAAA8U/-U33Coqd7zI/s400/sala.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233632136463105282" border="0" /></a>This was our homemade "<span style="font-style: italic;">sala</span>" (Thai for a covered pavilion), providing much needed shade from the sun- made from a tarp, bamboo, and tree! We felt so native.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SKGYs0VhIUI/AAAAAAAAA8c/KSRDGi8SOtA/s1600-h/as_pdlbl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SKGYs0VhIUI/AAAAAAAAA8c/KSRDGi8SOtA/s400/as_pdlbl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233632137711788354" border="0" /></a>I'm not sure what he's doing- looking at an airplane?- but I love this picture!<br /></div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SKGYs972YxI/AAAAAAAAA8k/TgLzKXnO8Io/s1600-h/pj_em.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SKGYs972YxI/AAAAAAAAA8k/TgLzKXnO8Io/s400/pj_em.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233632140288484114" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SKGYtPBk3PI/AAAAAAAAA8s/LqW6c_bth2Q/s1600-h/chip_tim.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SKGYtPBk3PI/AAAAAAAAA8s/LqW6c_bth2Q/s400/chip_tim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233632144875904242" border="0" /></a>There was lots of golf on the beach...<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SKGZDxrvcAI/AAAAAAAAA80/bHUht9s4-N8/s1600-h/HH-pano.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SKGZDxrvcAI/AAAAAAAAA80/bHUht9s4-N8/s400/HH-pano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233632532136685570" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SKGZD1p0WsI/AAAAAAAAA88/vBSr6TwUyTk/s1600-h/re_bby.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SKGZD1p0WsI/AAAAAAAAA88/vBSr6TwUyTk/s400/re_bby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233632533202361026" border="0" /></a>Almost 19 weeks now!<br />There's definitely something happening in there...<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SKGZEIBfTnI/AAAAAAAAA9E/-Ypfx-cnHAw/s1600-h/tim_as_HH.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SKGZEIBfTnI/AAAAAAAAA9E/-Ypfx-cnHAw/s400/tim_as_HH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233632538133483122" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SKGZEHeiThI/AAAAAAAAA9M/gHKZ0gCjsdc/s1600-h/pj_em_Mcd.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SKGZEHeiThI/AAAAAAAAA9M/gHKZ0gCjsdc/s400/pj_em_Mcd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233632537986878994" border="0" /></a>PJ and Emmy enjoying Ronald's company and waiting for an after-dinner ice cream treat.<br /><br />Have I mentioned how much we're going to miss these friends? We love you, Henrys!trmillsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31009235.post-79397290537889649442008-08-10T21:45:00.003+07:002008-08-10T22:20:22.146+07:002 Years...Almost<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Well, he won't really be 2 for another three weeks. But we decided, for simplicity's sake, to go ahead and have his two year old checkup before we leave Bangkok...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SJ7_l2claQI/AAAAAAAAA70/h4eSQGadadA/s1600-h/as_2yrchk.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SJ7_l2claQI/AAAAAAAAA70/h4eSQGadadA/s400/as_2yrchk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232900842786744578" border="0" /></a>Here's our big boy waiting for his appointment. He had to take a quick break from playing on the waiting room playground for a picture. We found that it was harder to get him to sit still for a 2-year old checkup picture than it was for his 1-year old checkup...go figure!<br /></div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SJ7_mOQi6_I/AAAAAAAAA78/pEOifP7qr9s/s1600-h/as_chku.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SJ7_mOQi6_I/AAAAAAAAA78/pEOifP7qr9s/s400/as_chku.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232900849178700786" border="0" /></a>And here the doctor is listening to his adorable little heartbeat. He was an amazing trooper during his appointment, going along with every aspect with good humor. When she rolled him over and gave him a shot, he didn't even cry, just looked mildly puzzled.<br /><br />He weighs 29 pounds, which puts him in the 50-75th percentile for weight, and is 3 feet tall, which puts him in the 75th-90th percentile for height. Our doctor told us that you can double the height at 2 years old to get a general idea of how tall a child will be when he or she grows up...so she told us Asa will be 6 feet tall! We all got a good laugh out of that! At this rate, we'll truly be looking up to our children when they're adults!<br /><br />A few fun almost 2-year old Asa facts:<br />-He is still completely attached to his dog, and he calls it "<span style="font-style: italic;">mii maa</span>". "<span style="font-style: italic;">mii</span>" is his word for please, and "<span style="font-style: italic;">maa</span>" is Thai for dog. If we ever lose "<span style="font-style: italic;">mii maa</span>", we're in serious trouble.<br /><div style="text-align: left;">-He has a few regular Thai words, like <span style="font-style: italic;">"maa"</span>. Another is "<span style="font-style: italic;">bplaa</span>", which means fish. He won't say dog or fish, only <span style="font-style: italic;">"maa"</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">"bplaa"</span>. He also says "<span style="font-style: italic;">my ow</span>", (Thai for "I don't want it"), when he doesn't want something. So a common sentence might be "My ow mii maa Mommy" (<span style="font-style: italic;">I don't want Dog, Mommy</span>).<br />-He always puts "big" in front of a number of words- anything to eat is a "<span style="font-style: italic;">big bite</span>", any money is "<span style="font-style: italic;">big Baht</span>" (which is Thai currency), fish are always "<span style="font-style: italic;">big bplaa</span>", and a ball is a "<span style="font-style: italic;">big ball</span>".<br />-He loves to look for "jinkjokes", the small Thai geckos that are everywhere. He can commonly be heard exclaiming, "<span style="font-style: italic;">uh-oh, jinkjoke!</span>", and our Thai friends at church love to help him search for them. We have a couple of jinkjokes that live in our house, and sometimes we'll hear the one that inhabits the window area over the couch making his little gecko noises, much to Asa's delight. I wonder what little creature he'll find to be fascinated with in Georgia?<br />-He still makes sounds for lots of words- all animals (except for "<span style="font-style: italic;">bplaa</span>"!), and he makes big exciting sounds for trucks and motorcycles.<br />-He's a big boy and wears undies all the time, except for naps and nighttime. We have an accident now and then, but love not washing all those diapers!<br />-He somehow seems to become more lovable by the day. I know I'm highly biased, but how very thankful we are for our boy!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SJ7_mStdLPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/j1zJsgK7l5Y/s1600-h/em_eytst.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SJ7_mStdLPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/j1zJsgK7l5Y/s400/em_eytst.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232900850373700850" border="0" /></a>And a bonus picture...the same day Asa had his appointment, Emmy had an immunization (which she met with her usual hysteria- bless her heart) and hearing and vision tests. A big day for our doctor-shy little girl! Here she is wearing cool 3-D glasses to check her depth perception. I'm very thankful to report that all is well with both her eyes and her ears- we thank God for good health.trmillsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31009235.post-52320945330364853082008-08-08T22:12:00.007+07:002008-08-08T22:47:27.985+07:00Elephants and Boats<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SJxj5C90v7I/AAAAAAAAA7c/-VOG8HtjDtE/s1600-h/fam_rm2ele.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SJxj5C90v7I/AAAAAAAAA7c/-VOG8HtjDtE/s400/fam_rm2ele.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232166698797547442" border="0" /></a>Often on the way home from somewhere in the evening, we'll see an elephant walking along the road with his owner, out trolling the streets to find someone willing to pay to feed him sugarcane or bananas. Usually we're on a busy road and just enjoy the sighting, but tonight we were on a smaller road near our neighborhood and impulsively pulled over for some up-close elephant time! I think these animals are so amazing and love that we get to see them with some regularity. To think that to our children an elephant sighting is commonplace! On the other hand, Emmy recently asked me if there are still horses alive in the world, so it will be good to have some horse pasture sightings in Georgia!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SJxj5C0A2OI/AAAAAAAAA7k/i2YRXYrUae4/s1600-h/ruea.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SJxj5C0A2OI/AAAAAAAAA7k/i2YRXYrUae4/s400/ruea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232166698756397282" border="0" /></a>We also had the fun this evening of having dinner with our neighbors. They are a sweet family who have a shop at a nearby mall and work all the time, so our time with them has been very limited. As we approach our time of being gone, we've made it a priority to get together with them, and we went to this fun restaurant nearby that's on a pond with boats. The area of the restaurant at which we ate tonight (it's all outdoor, as are many restaurants here) is accessible only by boat, so we took a boat both before and after dinner.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SJxj5ebxkGI/AAAAAAAAA7s/CQMg6cmMKSo/s1600-h/c_r_em.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SJxj5ebxkGI/AAAAAAAAA7s/CQMg6cmMKSo/s400/c_r_em.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232166706170925154" border="0" /></a>These are people we could be really good friends with if we could all just slow down and find time to spend together. They have two precious little girls close in age to our kids, he plays both guitar and piano (kindred spirit for Tim), and you can tell by her countenance how kind she is. True to the generous nature of Thai culture, they brought gifts tonight for our children and insisted on buying us dinner to send us off to America (even though Tim is officially the "Pii", because he's a year older than Charlie, and so culturally he's supposed to buy dinner.) I hope in the future we can make it a priority to have more time with them; something to look forward to when we return!trmillsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31009235.post-65285152102012832342008-08-02T13:55:00.004+07:002008-08-02T22:09:46.346+07:00Saving Lives, Drinking Coffee, Pouring Concrete...That pretty much sums up the week we just had with a really great group of people from one of our family's partnership churches in Atlanta. Four couples came and brought us tremendous fun and encouragement. And besides that, they taught CPR classes to the community (a real asset in a place with very little infrastructure for emergencies), hosted coffeehouses that brought lots of new people into the church, and worked on a tremendously long and hot project to pour a concrete slab in front of a new building our team be using in ministry in the slum area in which we work.<br /><br />I was planning to post some pictures, but this video Tim made until the wee hours last night really gives a great overview of their time. It takes a few minutes to load, so you may want to leave it and come back to it. If you want to make the investment to watch, it gives a good look at our area of Bangkok and some of what life and work looks like here...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bd3b5c41377f7846" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqgAAABqQx1oQmSnIaATdhug8I97mvl0PgaCQgipnyiRK4D34wPVVx-FlYemsK4RIb8GtJ6-eN5h4y0LF65s3U4ySQSzLI891_k378sS3mBatYEydptEVd5UNmMsubZE14xI9-76T5uDtYaaH1ZSMnJb9QIBNI_R80S5kTCZTdbYXtrV-2taYA3tx9XFz0UklLQ0QXp89h67PwfC6IcIM5I5xooaM97W0V3A5wcHAGs2Z9r9O%26sigh%3DiSe4bh31o33gxAyE87puBDhI8B8%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&nogvlm=1&thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbd3b5c41377f7846%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DPr68o4uo8HvM5tpa67soCSad5FA&messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqgAAABqQx1oQmSnIaATdhug8I97mvl0PgaCQgipnyiRK4D34wPVVx-FlYemsK4RIb8GtJ6-eN5h4y0LF65s3U4ySQSzLI891_k378sS3mBatYEydptEVd5UNmMsubZE14xI9-76T5uDtYaaH1ZSMnJb9QIBNI_R80S5kTCZTdbYXtrV-2taYA3tx9XFz0UklLQ0QXp89h67PwfC6IcIM5I5xooaM97W0V3A5wcHAGs2Z9r9O%26sigh%3DiSe4bh31o33gxAyE87puBDhI8B8%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&nogvlm=1&thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbd3b5c41377f7846%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DPr68o4uo8HvM5tpa67soCSad5FA&messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div>trmillsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31009235.post-45090226154561037882008-07-25T22:07:00.003+07:002008-07-25T22:24:04.277+07:00Snaggletooth<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SInsWlqs37I/AAAAAAAAA7U/Fk-aHW1Uy48/s1600-h/em_toth.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SInsWlqs37I/AAAAAAAAA7U/Fk-aHW1Uy48/s400/em_toth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226968715352661938" border="0" /></a>Our baby lost her first tooth today. Doesn't she look adorable? Every time she spoke to me this afternoon I was compelled to interrupt her to tell her how adorable she was. A teenager might have rolled her eyes, but in her sweet 5-year-old-ness, she just basked.<br /><br />Her tooth has been loose for about 2 weeks. When she initially told me that her "tooth hurt", I examined her and was absolutely shocked to find that she had a loose tooth! Upon further reflection, I realized that she has just turned 5 and it's getting to be that time, but I was completely unprepared for this newest milestone. They're coming fast and furious these days.<br /><br />She wouldn't let us touch her tooth, and it eventually got so loose that she could push it down horizontally with her tongue. We warned her that she might lose it and not know it, and sadly, this is what happened. The best we can tell, she swallowed it while enjoying her lunch of rice and pork at Fuji, our local yummy Japanese restaurant. I expected her to be devastated, but she took it in stride, and I was more sad about it than she was. Thankfully, the one next to it is loose, too, and will probably come out very soon, so that will be my keeper. And the tooth fairy will come tonight regardless, so all is well. The big question is, in light of our impending trip to America, will the tooth fairy leave American money or Thai baht?trmillsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31009235.post-88279730507528851652008-07-16T21:38:00.003+07:002008-07-16T22:38:40.291+07:00Virtual Wedded Bliss<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SH4IITljSLI/AAAAAAAAA7E/82CeQWfwvHE/s1600-h/skyp_wed2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SH4IITljSLI/AAAAAAAAA7E/82CeQWfwvHE/s400/skyp_wed2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223621556586105010" border="0" /></a>On Sunday morning, we got up at 4:30 a.m. to attend, via Skype, the Saturday evening Atlanta wedding of Tim's cousin Joshua and his beautiful bride Sharon. Thanks to the church's wireless internet connection, we were able to sit on the front pew (with our camera turned off) and had the best seats in the house for the beautiful ceremony. It was truly amazing. And I bet we were the only ones drinking orange juice during the ceremony!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SH4IIXdSiiI/AAAAAAAAA7M/kiA3qhgQp7o/s1600-h/skyp_wed1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SH4IIXdSiiI/AAAAAAAAA7M/kiA3qhgQp7o/s400/skyp_wed1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223621557625195042" border="0" /></a>After the ceremony, we turned our camera on and had a great visit with everyone in the family, including the bride and groom. They even put us in one of the family pictures! I wonder if the photographer has ever before had a laptop in one of his wedding photos?<br /><br />Despite the early hour, it was incredible and fun to be able to attend this wedding. We had been really sad to have to miss this long-awaited family celebration, especially as it was happening just a month before we arrived back in Atlanta. Things like this make the world seem smaller and make it just a little bit easier to be 9,000 miles away from so many people we love. Wishing you much joy, Joshua and Sharon!trmillsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31009235.post-56253065528160300752008-07-11T14:53:00.003+07:002008-07-11T14:56:20.173+07:00How She Falls Asleep<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SHcRjH8ftsI/AAAAAAAAA68/Idl5P2VmrXI/s1600-h/em_bok.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SHcRjH8ftsI/AAAAAAAAA68/Idl5P2VmrXI/s400/em_bok.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221661588085257922" border="0" /></a>Our little bookworm "reads" herself to sleep every night; after stories are read and prayers are said, we leave the room and she begins to look at books until she's ready to sleep. I loved going in and finding her sound asleep the other night with her book still propped open- isn't that the best feeling, reading until you can no longer keep your eyes open, and being too tired to even put the book down?trmillsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31009235.post-11845552781333878642008-07-08T15:28:00.006+07:002008-07-08T15:34:53.192+07:00What Our Sundays Look LikeJust a few pictures to show what Sunday worship is like in our little church...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SHMl99EjQBI/AAAAAAAAA6E/WssOBnWvryA/s1600-h/stmm3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SHMl99EjQBI/AAAAAAAAA6E/WssOBnWvryA/s400/stmm3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220558139348434962" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SHMl9_WDCkI/AAAAAAAAA6M/JFpnwg_OQEA/s1600-h/stmm1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SHMl9_WDCkI/AAAAAAAAA6M/JFpnwg_OQEA/s400/stmm1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220558139958692418" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SHMl-P-IkkI/AAAAAAAAA6U/GG2Fg342TQM/s1600-h/stmm4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SHMl-P-IkkI/AAAAAAAAA6U/GG2Fg342TQM/s400/stmm4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220558144421794370" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">The Thai Beatles:)</span><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SHMl-HjMl-I/AAAAAAAAA6c/YZNN1I9PQw8/s1600-h/pat_prch.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SHMl-HjMl-I/AAAAAAAAA6c/YZNN1I9PQw8/s400/pat_prch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220558142161328098" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SHMl-FybJ-I/AAAAAAAAA6k/fEQw1tcsBNI/s1600-h/stmm5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SHMl-FybJ-I/AAAAAAAAA6k/fEQw1tcsBNI/s400/stmm5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220558141688326114" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SHMmJJv1AtI/AAAAAAAAA60/SMNvnL7VQUw/s1600-h/stmm2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SHMmJJv1AtI/AAAAAAAAA60/SMNvnL7VQUw/s400/stmm2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220558331729740498" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Lunch after church</span><br /></div>trmillsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31009235.post-63614523972039199942008-07-06T21:35:00.006+07:002008-07-06T22:07:39.637+07:00Happy Birthday America<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SHDYqtRSaKI/AAAAAAAAA5M/cXJacdXowdo/s1600-h/unc_sam.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SHDYqtRSaKI/AAAAAAAAA5M/cXJacdXowdo/s400/unc_sam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219910196340615330" border="0" /></a>Happy Independence Day from southeast Asia! I love this holiday. I love most holidays, really, because what's better than a reason to celebrate? But the 4th of July has lots going for it- love of country, a laid back summer feel, no gifts, great activities like eating, swimming and fireworks. The 4th fell on Friday, our family day, so we had fun being together, reading a great book about America (and Emmy found it quite humorous that I couldn't get through it without sentimental tears!), making a fun wreath out of Asa's handprints, swimming, and then preparing a feast that night- hamburgers, parmesan pita chips, corn on the cob, and, oh my goodness, fried pickles!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SHDYrCBeCWI/AAAAAAAAA5c/N8MKpIitOCQ/s1600-h/frd_pick.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SHDYrCBeCWI/AAAAAAAAA5c/N8MKpIitOCQ/s400/frd_pick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219910201911413090" border="0" /></a>Tim outdid himself on these; they were incredible.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SHDYrhHiNiI/AAAAAAAAA5k/VD_75yuUS2g/s1600-h/apple_pie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SHDYrhHiNiI/AAAAAAAAA5k/VD_75yuUS2g/s400/apple_pie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219910210258351650" border="0" /></a>And apple pie and ice cream for dessert.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(Please indulge the pregnant lady's exuberance for good food!)</span><br /><br /></div>The next day there was more fun to be had at the annual Bangkok Independence Day picnic. This is a place for (more) good American food, great music (by a band called the Soi Dogs:), Uncle Sam himself (pictured above with Em and PJ in the subway station), and the opportunity to salute our flag and sing our national anthem. And of course, a great fireworks show at the end (which Asa found terrifying but was willing to endure while snuggled safely on a shoulder).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SHDY6X3e9bI/AAAAAAAAA58/ajH0UJz5J_w/s1600-h/asa_char.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SHDY6X3e9bI/AAAAAAAAA58/ajH0UJz5J_w/s400/asa_char.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219910465473148338" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SHDY6bIINAI/AAAAAAAAA50/eKpCPl1onxw/s1600-h/icream.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SHDY6bIINAI/AAAAAAAAA50/eKpCPl1onxw/s400/icream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219910466348266498" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SHDYrvyVK-I/AAAAAAAAA5s/tmCvsM1mXSY/s1600-h/as_flg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SHDYrvyVK-I/AAAAAAAAA5s/tmCvsM1mXSY/s400/as_flg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219910214195948514" border="0" /></a><br />A quick, unrelated note about Asa that's just fun. He's in his "no" stage. He's not defiant about it at this point, just a bit negative. For example, whenever I suggest books to read I get a steady response of no's. So I'm teaching him to say "no, ma'am", because I figure I might as well use his negativity to reinforce some manners. Even if you're not from the South and don't find "ma'am and sir" to be polite, it is worth it just to hear the cuteness from the mouth of a 22 month old. Asa's version sounds something like, "ny-oo m'nyayam"trmillsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31009235.post-23059755653827094392008-07-02T20:31:00.002+07:002008-07-02T20:53:00.063+07:00Big News From Bangkok<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SGuDicMslzI/AAAAAAAAA5E/jKHUN4o3JMs/s1600-h/treabb.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SGuDicMslzI/AAAAAAAAA5E/jKHUN4o3JMs/s400/treabb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218409220947089202" border="0" /></a>Well, at least from our little corner of it. We're overjoyed to share that we're expecting a little one- an anniversary gift due on January 9th, our 10th anniversary! Of course, based on prior experience we have no expectation that Baby will make his or her appearance anywhere near that due date, but it's still a fun one to have. God has given us the gift of having this little one when we're going to be in America, and we're very excited to share the joy with family and friends there.<br /><br />This picture was taken a couple of weeks ago, the night we had a candlelight dinner and shared the news with the kids. Asa is fairly oblivious (his only comment was, "Baby Adele", who is his favorite baby), but Emmy is very excited and is, of course, lobbying for a girl. We told her we'll just have to wait and see, and we'll welcome with open arms either boy or girl upon arrival. She's satisfied with this, but still refers often refers to Baby as "she".<br /><br />I'm almost 13 weeks along, and feeling very well now. The first several weeks were very difficult in terms of nausea and general unwell-ness, but it helps me now to so appreciate feeling well! We're very excited and thankful, and looking forward to this next adventure. And to being outnumbered- yikes!trmillsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31009235.post-41159826957837984602008-06-28T22:53:00.003+07:002008-06-28T23:21:08.924+07:00American Breakfast<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SGZenQbT3LI/AAAAAAAAA40/Mu-UHFbF16M/s1600-h/em_brk.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SGZenQbT3LI/AAAAAAAAA40/Mu-UHFbF16M/s400/em_brk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216961246872722610" border="0" /></a>Em and I headed out this morning to the buy groceries at Foodland. Our area of Bangkok has several grocery store options, and we use different ones at different times, but for good quality and availability of <span style="font-style: italic;">farang</span> (western) food, Foodland is our favorite option. (I should say, though, that our local outdoor market is the best and most interesting place to buy produce.)<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Another thing this particular establishment has in its favor is their little restaurant that serves an <span style="font-style: italic;">American Breakfast!</span> So this morning we enjoyed scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, fresh orange juice and tea (Emmy feels like such a big girl when she gets to drink tea!), serve on real china, no less. 47 baht ($1.50) each, and we sat up at the counter- big fun for a Saturday morning!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SGZensHt-hI/AAAAAAAAA48/UtRAthXwCbY/s1600-h/re_em_brk.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SGZensHt-hI/AAAAAAAAA48/UtRAthXwCbY/s400/re_em_brk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216961254306740754" border="0" /></a>One of my childhood memories is always going to the grocery store with my mom, so it's fun to get to do it with my girl. She's a great shopping companion (unlike Asa, who is always overcome with desire in the dairy section and begins to chant "milk, milk, milk!" in increasingly desperate tones as I'm trying to find yogurt and butter), and the promise of a box of juice on the way home goes a long way in keeping her content while Mommy does her perusing!<br /><br />In other Emmy news, she had her 5 year old checkup this week. She screamed like a banshee while getting her shots, which was pretty rough, but aside from that all was well. She's 3 feet, 10 inches tall, and still off the growth chart for height, and weighs 43 pounds, putting her in the 50-75th percentile for weight. We thank God for a healthy girl.trmillsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31009235.post-22817845196265626092008-06-24T20:46:00.003+07:002008-06-24T21:12:30.797+07:00Mountain Mama<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SGD7Um7Gz-I/AAAAAAAAA4c/L0bD-SZEgGo/s1600-h/groupwater.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SGD7Um7Gz-I/AAAAAAAAA4c/L0bD-SZEgGo/s400/groupwater.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215444699959447522" border="0" /></a>We took a day today to travel to Khao Yai (which means "big mountain") National Park, about 3 hours north of Bangkok, with our friends and teammates Rachel, Preston and Melanie. It was a long but fun day with a packed van and tired children. We hiked to an overlook of a beautiful 3- tiered waterfall, which is behind us, unseen, in this picture. It was really spectacular, and just good to be outside in creation. And we were rewarded on the way home with a visit to <a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://www.farmchokchai.com/en/chokchai_main.asp#">Chok Chai Dairy Farm</a> for a big cheeseburger and milkshake!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SGD7U7IrubI/AAAAAAAAA4k/8UQ8tPC3Oos/s1600-h/brdge.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SGD7U7IrubI/AAAAAAAAA4k/8UQ8tPC3Oos/s400/brdge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215444705385101746" border="0" /></a>May I brag on our children just for a moment? Thanks. Our Emmy was a great hiker, braving some rough terrain and complaining very little. But what's even more impressive is the way she stood still on the trail several times as whoever happened to be following her at the moment removed<span style="font-style: italic;"> leeches</span> from her shoes or legs. Now that's a big girl! They were nasty persistent little creatures in the wet, muddy environment today, and we all found a few in the course of our hike. And Melanie got a big splinter in her head from a scary thorny hanging branch, but that's another story.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SGD7UyszcgI/AAAAAAAAA4s/qsKk37YfMTg/s1600-h/ovrview.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SGD7UyszcgI/AAAAAAAAA4s/qsKk37YfMTg/s400/ovrview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215444703120683522" border="0" /></a>And Asa Bear's accomplishment today: using his first Thai style (in the floor, flush with a bucket) potty. Never a dull moment for these children!trmillsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31009235.post-83123056180006256842008-06-21T08:15:00.007+07:002008-06-21T09:04:31.258+07:00Pictures From Her Big Day<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SFxX8VnLBGI/AAAAAAAAA3E/bgJlFsv_7_A/s1600-h/em_cake.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SFxX8VnLBGI/AAAAAAAAA3E/bgJlFsv_7_A/s400/em_cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214139162693403746" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Wake up birthday cake- in the shape of a "5"<br /></span></div><br />We had a wonderful day yesterday celebrating our girl. I think never is the passage and the sweetness of time more stark than on a little one's birthday. What a privilege it has been to care for this life over the past 5 years. She is truly a gift from God.<br /><br />We had a family day and went to the Bangkok Children's Museum. It's always an adventure traveling anywhere by car in Bangkok, but this one had a happy ending and all went relatively smoothly. We even were able to find a Mexican restaurant in that part of town that we've heard about for two years. What a treat that was! The owner is from Texas and brings in Dr. Pepper, so Tim was a happy man, and the food was amazing. All in all, a day to be remembered and one Emmy says was her "best birthday ever". Bearing in mind that she often makes such superlative comments, we were still thankful for the happiness of our girl. And thank you to all of you who went to the effort to send cards and gifts and loving emails to her; it's such fun for a child to have a concrete way to see that others celebrate her, and she loved everything.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SFxX8VkqAFI/AAAAAAAAA3M/RjkqcAtefzY/s1600-h/snwWhit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SFxX8VkqAFI/AAAAAAAAA3M/RjkqcAtefzY/s400/snwWhit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214139162682851410" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">The look on her face upon opening this was priceless, Granna and Papa Jeff! I don't think she knew such wonderful things existed in the world!</span><br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SFxX8fZeyMI/AAAAAAAAA3U/TqxmCPzGy8s/s1600-h/new_whls.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SFxX8fZeyMI/AAAAAAAAA3U/TqxmCPzGy8s/s400/new_whls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214139165320333506" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">A big girl bike from all of us- with streamers! We also gave her some great books, and we've already begun </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Black Beauty</span><span style="font-style: italic;">. We have lots of wonderful things to read now, and she asked me to read her a chapter first thing this morning when she awoke.</span><br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SFxX8tzK8lI/AAAAAAAAA3c/4tZvcV45N_M/s1600-h/em_swep.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SFxX8tzK8lI/AAAAAAAAA3c/4tZvcV45N_M/s400/em_swep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214139169186181714" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">The children's museum has a big new Disney exhibit. Here's Cinderella sweeping the castle.</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SFxX8sCCEsI/AAAAAAAAA3k/N6l3-yla4qA/s1600-h/as_paw.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SFxX8sCCEsI/AAAAAAAAA3k/N6l3-yla4qA/s400/as_paw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214139168711643842" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">And here's our boy with Belle's father. When he saw this statue, he said, "Paw Paw", and if you know my Daddy, you'll know why. We laughed so much about this!</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SFxaKCumNuI/AAAAAAAAA3s/1nfRw16x64Q/s1600-h/emajpn1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SFxaKCumNuI/AAAAAAAAA3s/1nfRw16x64Q/s400/emajpn1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214141597165696738" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Playing dress-up in the Japanese house</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SFxaKdOiHwI/AAAAAAAAA30/lird_LosWzw/s1600-h/as_wat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SFxaKdOiHwI/AAAAAAAAA30/lird_LosWzw/s400/as_wat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214141604278968066" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Asa Bear loved the water play area outside</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SFxaKcQeDoI/AAAAAAAAA38/khBqNxU31nc/s1600-h/kds_ballon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SFxaKcQeDoI/AAAAAAAAA38/khBqNxU31nc/s400/kds_ballon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214141604018654850" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">With their balloons- another big treat!- outside the Mexican restaurant</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SFxaKb2X1iI/AAAAAAAAA4E/kjojPLmTb4w/s1600-h/ele_blg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SFxaKb2X1iI/AAAAAAAAA4E/kjojPLmTb4w/s400/ele_blg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214141603909195298" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">The elephant building in Bangkok<br /></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SFxaKd6dcYI/AAAAAAAAA4M/dytUuHL4eug/s1600-h/hello_ck.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SFxaKd6dcYI/AAAAAAAAA4M/dytUuHL4eug/s400/hello_ck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214141604463210882" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">The birthday cake- I was responsible for the culinary aspect, but as you all know, Tim was responsible for the aesthetics! </span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SFxajLvznyI/AAAAAAAAA4U/Q_-_aGLfVRw/s1600-h/em_cake2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SFxajLvznyI/AAAAAAAAA4U/Q_-_aGLfVRw/s400/em_cake2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214142029083418402" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Happy Birthday to our precious girl.<br /></span></div>trmillsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31009235.post-52166490298297430492008-06-21T07:04:00.005+07:002008-06-21T08:45:25.954+07:00Happy Birthday, Beautiful<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Tim put together some video from our day celebrating our girl yesterday. 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They happily played the morning away, then had lunch...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SFqCdOfBwJI/AAAAAAAAA20/R_dJLdWqxcc/s1600-h/em_cake.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SFqCdOfBwJI/AAAAAAAAA20/R_dJLdWqxcc/s400/em_cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213622957250822290" border="0" /></a>enjoyed birthday cookies...<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SFqCdWIlZgI/AAAAAAAAA28/cedJrln90Iw/s1600-h/em_kit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SFqCdWIlZgI/AAAAAAAAA28/cedJrln90Iw/s400/em_kit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213622959304173058" border="0" /></a>and she opened a sweet gift. PJ picked this cat for Em all on his own, which shows how he knows and loves her. These two are peas in a pod!trmillsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31009235.post-43681313899420176682008-06-06T10:44:00.009+07:002008-06-08T20:49:21.741+07:00Football, Thai Style<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SEvi1IciqnI/AAAAAAAAA2M/xf7hw-oNIGs/s1600-h/asa_ftb_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SEvi1IciqnI/AAAAAAAAA2M/xf7hw-oNIGs/s400/asa_ftb_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209506796412250738" border="0" /></a>Tim is that really fun kind of Daddy who sometimes comes home with little treats for his kids. A few days ago he came home after a walk through the local market and whisked Asa away. He brought him out in his new "football" uniform, then took him outside for a little practice...<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SEvi1hmz5cI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2VRX4P7hyps/s1600-h/asa_ftb_3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SEvi1hmz5cI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2VRX4P7hyps/s400/asa_ftb_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209506803166209474" border="0" /></a>Demonstrating some of his skills<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SEvi1aniJ7I/AAAAAAAAA2U/SQ84h7HSfj4/s1600-h/asa_ftb_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SEvi1aniJ7I/AAAAAAAAA2U/SQ84h7HSfj4/s400/asa_ftb_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209506801290192818" border="0" /></a>My first throw in<br /><br /></div>trmillsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31009235.post-66433419131671121712008-06-04T21:06:00.009+07:002008-06-05T17:00:10.726+07:00Catching UpIt's come to my attention that I've neglected to provide much needed pictures of our sweet children to some special people that might be waiting for them. I am now going to rectify that situation, with some updates on how these little ones are doing:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SEah8WJX0qI/AAAAAAAAA00/J2a8qaBjxJE/s1600-h/em_asa_table.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SEah8WJX0qI/AAAAAAAAA00/J2a8qaBjxJE/s400/em_asa_table.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208028077209670306" border="0" /></a>Just another idyllic morning of reading on the porch...well, sort of...I had to be quick with the camera...Asa lasted for about 30 seconds before he was distracted by more pressing matters...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SEah8lGViGI/AAAAAAAAA08/SNfPozNt2Qg/s1600-h/asa_hat_keys.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SEah8lGViGI/AAAAAAAAA08/SNfPozNt2Qg/s400/asa_hat_keys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208028081223469154" border="0" /></a>like finding his plastic car keys.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Our boy just turned 21 months old, and talking is his best trick these days. New words are always appearing and communicating with him is big fun. In his own words, he's a "bi-bo" (big boy). No, I take that back, his best trick these days is definitely using the potty! He's has taken on this skill quite naturally, although he's not consistent, and happy to use the diaper when it's available. He has discovered the joys of being a boy and begun to revel in trucks, making the most interesting truck sounds, thanks to Daddy. He's enjoying climbing and descending stairs, climbing furniture, much prefers walking to a stroller, and thinks the best thing to have in his hands is exactly what Sister has in hers. This leads to much weeping and gnashing of teeth.<br /></div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SEah88gcEaI/AAAAAAAAA1E/PRNyjt5_eRk/s1600-h/em_reading.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SEah88gcEaI/AAAAAAAAA1E/PRNyjt5_eRk/s400/em_reading.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208028087506964898" border="0" /></a>Emmy, always the reader, is engrossed in her book. She could do this for hours, as long as I was nearby ready to read to her.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SEah89VhYKI/AAAAAAAAA1M/s8dpCK-4mY8/s1600-h/fish_pond.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SEah89VhYKI/AAAAAAAAA1M/s8dpCK-4mY8/s400/fish_pond.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208028087729610914" border="0" /></a>And while we're on the front porch, I threw in this picture for fun. This is a big pot that sits on the porch that was full of algae and just a few fish when we arrived. Tim gave it a good purging of algae and all of the sudden it's happy! We have lily pads and lotus blooms and the fish have multiplied like crazy! So thank God for providing pets when we're not in a place to have the adorable puppy Emmy's heart desires. One of the small advantages of living in the tropics:).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SEah9D9Y52I/AAAAAAAAA1U/DqQ5cCmhWs0/s1600-h/hose_toes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SEah9D9Y52I/AAAAAAAAA1U/DqQ5cCmhWs0/s400/hose_toes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208028089507440482" border="0" /></a>And here's our big, beautiful girl washing her feet out back. Two things this picture illustrates: 1- the fact that we're constantly washing our feet. I didn't know a place could be so dirty; and 2- our Emmy is growing up. She'll be 5 in just 2 weeks, and that's so hard for me to grasp! She continues to be, in all honesty, a delight. She has her exasperating moments, as do I, but we are so, so thankful for our girl! She still has an imagination as big as the created world and is learning to read and spell, which is great fun for both of us to watch happen.<br /><br />And she said my all time favorite thing this morning. We were in the van on the way to visit friends, and having our usual chatter, when she stated, "You guys are the best parents." I almost had to stop the car and turn around (except we would have been plowed into by about 10 motorcycles) to face her as I said thank you, and I think that's the nicest thing she's ever said to me. I want to record it and play it back for her when she's 15:).trmillsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31009235.post-87430615127177008872008-05-28T20:04:00.004+07:002008-05-28T20:12:56.529+07:00Art House<div style="text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-37823f20057d5b97" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqgAAAKXn9zyzXTyW6NoE_4ojujqAhUAqE9T2Fg64tYF_0Ldl7z8TtWLMu_0TIoRiYoMIKWUcMHxqA5TTaIe41fsfUsemEhWgst1RCQYcwG-AnXR_Outy3JcVKrnCiMAKtSI50tqv-Zb6zPEdK8Qe1VNxnZXl-zqWTAPp3nFxJUXqtu8abSr1AHrHuBSUU9pZ8Axe5QsXeCiyhGBVMreyGmeCEqvbALOi4htNYeznY_dH9Avy%26sigh%3D8bh55jNT1AkZj-IJxYGMpi8fXjc%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&nogvlm=1&thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D37823f20057d5b97%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DdJcK5WeF9gZuqWsJH_x6RcDSbHM&messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqgAAAKXn9zyzXTyW6NoE_4ojujqAhUAqE9T2Fg64tYF_0Ldl7z8TtWLMu_0TIoRiYoMIKWUcMHxqA5TTaIe41fsfUsemEhWgst1RCQYcwG-AnXR_Outy3JcVKrnCiMAKtSI50tqv-Zb6zPEdK8Qe1VNxnZXl-zqWTAPp3nFxJUXqtu8abSr1AHrHuBSUU9pZ8Axe5QsXeCiyhGBVMreyGmeCEqvbALOi4htNYeznY_dH9Avy%26sigh%3D8bh55jNT1AkZj-IJxYGMpi8fXjc%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&nogvlm=1&thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D37823f20057d5b97%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DdJcK5WeF9gZuqWsJH_x6RcDSbHM&messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Tim has begun a group for artists in the area that meets once a week. They've done painting and sketching thus far...here's a look at their first project, which now graces the wall of the upper room of our church/ministry center.<br /></div></div>trmillsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31009235.post-7938343921803249742008-05-18T08:58:00.003+07:002008-05-18T09:09:08.357+07:00So Long, Farewell...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SC-NXPr8jkI/AAAAAAAAA0s/lxg3tNiJmzM/s1600-h/bron_mill.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SC-NXPr8jkI/AAAAAAAAA0s/lxg3tNiJmzM/s400/bron_mill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201531525123575362" border="0" /></a>We said our goodbyes on Friday to our dear friends and teammates, Andrew and Becky. By now they're winging their way to America, where they will spend the next several years in seminary. It was a sweet but sad goodbye, and our office was filled with people, a testament to all of their faithful work over the last two years. This "So long, farewell" refrain is a common one in our world, as we come to love people we work with and then say goodbye...a transient business, missions! It's one of the hardest aspects for me personally. But we do thank God for the wonderful people we get to know, including Andrew and Becky and those that have come and gone before them. We're preparing for lots of transition as we adjust to their being gone, then our team leader's family being gone over the summer, then in August it will be our turn to head to the States for a while.<br /><br />Much, much love to you, Andrew and Becky! PJ and Emmy gave them a sweet blessing at their going away party...<br /><br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">The Lord bless you and keep you. The Lord make His face shine upon you and be gracious to you. The Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace." -Numbers 6: 24-26</span>trmillsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31009235.post-4625873588067852882008-05-11T23:04:00.004+07:002008-05-11T23:37:24.163+07:00Happy Mother's DayWe left for Thailand two years ago on Mother's Day. Just a representation of all that our mothers have sacrificed over the years in loving and supporting us when that's not easy to do. We thank God for you, Moms...Grandma and Granna. Thank you for all of the ways you love us.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SCcZe_r8jhI/AAAAAAAAA0U/p13qgI2ZyDQ/s1600-h/md_002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SCcZe_r8jhI/AAAAAAAAA0U/p13qgI2ZyDQ/s400/md_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199152315105054226" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SCcZfPr8jiI/AAAAAAAAA0c/XKErExXPgEc/s1600-h/md_004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SCcZfPr8jiI/AAAAAAAAA0c/XKErExXPgEc/s400/md_004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199152319400021538" border="0" /></a><br />And happy day to all of you kindred spirits doing this incredibly difficult and unbelievably joyful work of motherhood.trmillsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31009235.post-86717526670820155432008-05-11T07:30:00.003+07:002008-05-11T07:37:04.285+07:00Artist<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SCY-wWzxYYI/AAAAAAAAA0E/Yp8fXsY-j3M/s1600-h/emmy_drwing.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SCY-wWzxYYI/AAAAAAAAA0E/Yp8fXsY-j3M/s400/emmy_drwing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198911820323185026" border="0" /></a>Looks like Em's ready for some Fall fishin' in GA!*<br /><br />I love this drawing.<br /><br />I love this girl.<br /><br />Where is the time going?<br /><br />*<span style="font-style: italic;">Explanation of drawing for interested grandparents- A girl and her daddy in a fishing boat. They're each holding a fishing reel with a line coming out of it. There are three buckets (red with purple handles), and a silver anchor hanging down from the right side of the boat. This masterpiece was drawn during rest time. </span>trmillsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31009235.post-31512468642813057012008-04-28T21:28:00.004+07:002008-04-28T21:33:05.257+07:00Let's Go Berry...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SBXfRKve9VI/AAAAAAAAAz8/C3w-j2Cqys0/s1600-h/berry_ts.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tZcfxFDyaDM/SBXfRKve9VI/AAAAAAAAAz8/C3w-j2Cqys0/s400/berry_ts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194303231276021074" border="0" /></a>This is for you, Aunt Julie!<br /></div>trmillsnoreply@blogger.com