

November 11, 2011
Greetings from the land of earthquakes and typhoons. Oh, wait, nevermind … maybe that’s Virginia?
Mark and Chris finished up basketball last Saturday. I think we had a successful season, although I harassed them so much about passing that they wouldn’t shoot the ball in the last couple of games. They’re fully into Tiger Cubs now, and piano and Chinese Culture Club continue. Soccer starts very shortly, and Luke will participate in the 4-year-old league. Annette is at the school several times per week, if not daily, and has gotten roped into serving on the committee for the Cub Scout Pack. At home, Annette and I continue to try and find afternoons without rain during which we can work on the treehouse (photo of Joy helping attached).
Little Mark’s teacher has started a daily video blog wherein two students report on what the class did that day. You can find them at http://kidblog.org/middleton/mr-middleton/taarini-and-mark-2/. Look on the right bar for others with Mark in them.
We had our first road trip a few weeks ago, to a campsite on the eastern coast of Taiwan. We traveled with some good friends of ours, who also have four kids, the oldest of whom brought a friend. Our crew of nine kids was quite a sight in a place where the birth rate is negative. Although it rained the whole time, the kids are all itching to go back. We walked on the beach, played in the surf, crossed a suspension bridge, and hit some badminton birdies around. We managed to stay reasonably dry, with tarps tied to luggage racks, tree branches, and coolers. The two knuckleheads (dads) who broke down the last parts of the camp in a driving rainstorm drove two hours back to Taipei in soaking wet clothes.
As we registered the kids for school in August, we went through the ritual of telling the teachers any nicknames, apart from the names on their passports, that the kids like to be called. We thought we had Chris (vs. Christopher) pretty well set, but for some reason the Mandarin teachers remain fixed on shortening his name to ‘Christ.’ I’ve written them a couple of messages about the Bill Cosby routine on that theme (“It was because of my father that from the ages of seven to fifteen, I thought that my name was Jesus Christ…”), but have just about given up trying to get them to take off that extra ‘t.’
We passed around some sort of nasty virus in this giant petri dish of a house a few weeks ago. The boys all suffered through it first, so Joy got in the habit of getting them each a toy with candy when she and Annette went to the market. When Joy finally got sick, Little Mark independently decided to get her flowers from the florist who sits in the lobby of the supermarket. Joy made us go see those flowers in her room every day for a couple of weeks. We finally got her to agree to toss them, long after they had dried enough to become a fire hazard.
Mark had his 7th birthday party last Sunday afternoon, after he had breakfast in bed on Saturday, the morning of his birthday. He decided on a bike theme, so we designed an obstacle course around the cul-de-sac and Annette made an amazing bike cake. We think he was proud of his party. He has an appointment this Sunday morning to take a large pile of food to the home for disabled children that’s attached to our church here, as he had his friends bring food donations for the home instead of gifts for himself.
For the ‘Kids Always Win’ file:
- We were practicing some Chinese phrases over dinner the other night. After we got through “Hello,” “Thank you,” and “How are you?,” Luke very earnestly asked, “How do you say, ‘I’m going to do whatever I want?’” We wish his teachers lots of luck.
- Joy: “May I have a cookie?”
Big Mark: “Oh, is your tummy hungry?”
Joy: “No. My mouth is hungry!”
- Those of you who have seen us react to Luke pitching a fit know that we walk away, and he soon realizes he’s better catch up if he doesn’t want to get left behind. That worked brilliantly until Joy started to scream at the top of her lungs when we started to leave him on the playground, fearing that we’re going to abandon her big brother. Rather than having the satisfaction of having gotten our point across the other night when Luke refused to get off the slide and come home for dinner, we had kids yelling in stereo – Luke on the slide behind us screaming, and Joy on Annette’s hip screaming because she was afraid we were leaving her brother. Time for a new strategy.
- I wrote last time that our fifth child, Nobody, had left the gate open and Clifford escaped. The kids had no idea that Clifford could have been hit by a car and had a very bad outcome. Annette and I were discussing how we were glad that they don’t yet leap to the worst-case scenarios, but also wondering, just off-handedly, if their lives are too easy. Just as we were having that discussion about whether their lives are too easy, Chris walked up with some dirty clothes in his hand. Annette told him to put the clothes by the washing machine. Chris’s reply: “What’s a washing machine?”
All the best from Taipei,
Mark & co.







