Against all odds, our boxes (of books, kitchen supplies, other things – but, honestly, mostly books) arrived, and almost everything was in good condition. (The mysterious exception: a chunk fell out the side of our cast-iron skillet.) Consequently, Harriet is reunited with her beloved scooter. To the right you can see some of the Chatrium’s odd art, which deserves to be lovingly detailed in some forthcoming post.
Harriet’s protective coloration helps her avoid detection at the Bangkok IKEA:
Maybe you are interested in what the baby eats all day. Today I documented most of what she consumed on the way to Mae Nak’s house. First there was a fried banana:
Then some fried pork on a stick because Harriet won’t let me pass the fried pork man under the Skytrain entrain without buying some:
Then these cakes, which seemed to be grilled sticky rice, not that delicious:
(There was also some watermelon in here which I failed to photograph.)
Next she had a bright purple drink labeled “Asian pigeonwings drink” which she consumed as if she had not been given anything to drink in weeks. I was somewhat relieved to find that “Asian pigeonwings” is the name of a flower.
From the same stand, I got this Kickapoo Joy Juice, which I judiciously did not let the baby consume. You can learn about that here. You are not missing much if they do not have Kickapoo Joy Juice where you are.
Next she had some fried pork belly, though that went quickly and was hard to photograph:
And finally she had a yellow drink that I think was chrysanthemum, though I’m not sure. It was pretty good.
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Harriet dancing at the National Gallery in front of paintings by Kings Rama VI (left, blurry) and Rama IX (right, blurry).
Here’s what the frogs sound like by the river here:
We’ve all been a little under the weather this week. I brought home a nasty cough from school and thoughtfully spread it around. Mid-week, when I was still feeling quite hazy, I attended my first wai kru ceremony. (I was also–unbeknownst to me until I arrived at the assembly hall!–the special guest speaker. I’m grateful to my second grade teacher, Mrs. Mallory, for giving me some good anecdotes to work from.) I don’t know how traditional our ceremony was–there was a special commendation for the best PowerPoint explaining the symbolism behind the flowers used in wai kru–but I enjoyed it. You can see my lovely flowers below.
It’s a lotus that I found down the street and it’s starting to bloom:
The plant also has fish living in its pot: they are two guppies of uncertain variety, named by the baby, confusingly, Harriet and Mister Pendleton. They are shy and my phone is not very good at photographing them; also, fish being what they are, and the baby’s fish-caring skills being what they are, they may not be long for this world. But rest assured that they are there.
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A rare action shot:
(Explanation of her sartorial choices: a tuk-tuk driver gave her a plastic bag to wear as a rain hat.)