Sunday, March 11, 2012

Finnish Winter

Recipe for a great Winter season:
 
 
Preheat with wool.
 
 
Continue bundling up.
 
 
 Use one large stroller.
 

Add in generous amounts of snow.


Roll in a few snow "big sisters."


Climb as many snow mountains as you can find.


Make sure to have one happy baby.

For best results, use a greased ice slick.



Toss in some cross-country skis,



and a handful of ice skates.

 
Go outside and enjoy!
(Hopefully it doesn´t melt too fast!)

Our Kids Today


Watch out!  He bites!



Conversation with any given friendly adult about 3 times a week:
Adult: What’s your name?
Jane: Janie Reita
Adult: How old are you Jane?
Jane: *silence*
Me:  She’s two.
Jane:  I’m two AND A HALF.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Cognate! … Not so fast.

-So a month or so ago I heard someone use the phrase, “It is like comparing apples and pears.”

-“OK,” I thought. “They got the exact wording wrong. It should be can’t compares apples to oranges. But the idea is the same that one should be careful not to compare two things which
are dissimilar.

-I smiled and moved on.

-In hindsight, perhaps my smile was a bit smug, almost like I was saying, “Silly people. You have so much to learn, unlike me, who knows how to correctly say such a simple and common phrase. Oh, you little, silly people of Finland.”

-It turns out there may be more to the pear and apple analogy than meets the eye. For those learning languages out there, one of the sweetest words is that of 'Cognate.' A Cognate is a word that is very similar in form and meaning. For example, in Spanish artista means artist in English. “Finally,” thinks the overburdened and stressed language student, “A word I can understand and use. Look! I am speaking a foreign language!”

-This brings us to Finnish. Here’s a cognate for you: appelsiini. Your initial, gut reaction is to reach out and take that cognate and keep it as your very own. Much like Chewbacca in Return of the Jedi, finding the temptation of an easy meal looking inocent and inviting. The prospector buying a claim at the first glint of yellow. Or like the trepid explorer taking a confident stride into a muddy clearing. Like cooking with mushrooms that looked almost like the one in the picture book.

-A trap. Fool’s gold. Quick sand. Poison.

-By now the astute reader has sensed a problem. As you have undoubtedly guessed, appelsiini is not Finnish for apple. And yes, many of you saw this coming. Appelsiini is Finnish for orange. Not the color. The fruit. No. The color orange is oranssi. See. That one is a cognate.

-This makes clearer contrasting the differences between apples and pears. Because in Finland, you CAN compare apples and oranges. Or as it were, compare apples to appelsiinis.

-Stupid quasi-cognates get me every time.


Don't skip Jessica's older post on riding the Metro, below. (Started in November, published now for your reading pleasure.)

Thursday, December 15, 2011

The Coat: A Story of Charity




This is one of Jane's new favorite videos. Ok, so at 2, how many 'favorites' can you have? But it is still a nice video with a good message.

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Metro





Okay, I confess....








It's dirty. It's crowded. It's dirty. BUT...









I love the Metro!







There, I said it.







So does Jane, actually. It is STILL exciting for Jane to go somewhere on the Metro (after 3 months!). She loves to watch it pull up outside our living room window (yes it is that close). She loves going on errands with me if it includes a ride on, "Our choo choo train Metro." She loves finding that big orange M sign, riding the escalators or elevators, choosing a seat, and smiling at anyone around us. I surprised a Finnish friend this weekend when I told them people were usually friendly and talked to us on the public transportation. He had never heard of that before. Usually they are admiring my beautiful children. Who can help it?







I was so worried about not having a car in Helsinki, but I LOVE not having a car. We just pack the kids up in the carriage, all snug and warm, and hit the road. No scraping windows on cold mornings. No cold car seats. By-the-way, it's TOTALLY free for people with a baby carriage. It's pretty cheap if you are not pushing a carriage. No finding or paying for parking. No gas and pollution. We live SO close, it's only a few more meters than walking out to the parking lot anyway. Even though we live so close, we almost cannot hear it in our apartment, it's so quiet. It comes every 5-10 minutes. I have read that you cannot go anywhere in the Helsinki metropolitan area and be further than 30 meters from a public transit stop. Really, I think it's true... except in the forests, maybe.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Jane speaks more Finnish than I do...


Ignore the rumors.  Do not believe it.  Just in case you have heard differently, everyone in Finland does NOT speak English.   Especially the food at the grocery store.  We have had mystery meat a few times for dinner.

I told my friend Kaija, affectionately known as Mummo (Grandma) Kaija, today that I cannot hear Finnish, I need to see it written down to hear the sounds.  Later, in the same conversation, we had a mixup between tutti=pacifier and Tytti=girl's name (means little girl, y makes an "ew" sound).  I also cannot keep names straight.  Seija, Soile, Sinka, Sinikka, Sini... and I think I am spelling those incorrectly.  Most of our time here has been spent figuring out life in our new country, but I have started in earnest to look for real Finnish classes for me to attend instead of my shoddy attempt to study at home.

Everyone keeps telling me that we are so lucky we moved here when we did. Our kids are at the language acquisition age and will have an easier time learning the language than Luke and I will. 

All the women just love to hold and cuddle Patrick, and he gets a lot of Finnish lovey words from them.  So far so good. They all tell me he will be a Finnish boy.

Jane seems to go with the flow on the new language.  Her new playmate, Vilja, only speaks Finnish to her.  Nursury, or "lastenhuome," at church is only in Finnish.  The kids at the playground play with her in Finnish.  After our first week at church she started telling me, "Ei, Mama," instead of, "No, Mama," and she started using, "kiitos," and  "thank you," interchangeably.  She was playing by herself and she counted her hops in Finnish without prompting.  She now counts to ten in Finnish, knows many of her animals, and some colors.  She has begun to try to put words together; "Nelja koira," to say "four dogs."

I should give some credit:  An AMAZING amount of people here do speak English with some level of fluency.  Many can communicate and most are willing to try.  I think all Finns speak better English than I speak Finnish.  Before we got here, I was excited to learn what it was like to be the language minority.  It is something I have studied.  I have worked with so many English Language Learner students as a  teacher.  I am learning a deeper appreciation for my past students and what they and their families were adjusting to.  It takes courage to just go out and do everyday errands in another language and culture and system, let alone going to work or school.  We knew Finland was a possibility for a few months, but we did not know until July that we were moving in August.  Even if we had known and studied Finnish for a year, it would not be sufficient to learn a language.  I continue to be grateful for a hand up and helpful hints about how things work here from kind people around us who have made themselves open to our questions.

A day in Helsinki- Home Sweet Home


Welcome!  I just thought I'd give you a look around, now that we are more settled in:

Entryway:

Our place was just renovated (still working...), so it is all new and nice.




The "only way to offend a Finn:" wear shoes in their house. 


 

Lots of bundling up occurs around here (these are her outside clothes in September).


Two doors.  For keeping the cold out?

Jane loves peeking through the mail slot, "I'm just looking, Mom," or retrieving "her mail" when it comes. 


Both bathroom doors (right next to each other). Notice the little switch on the wall between them? "Poissa," out. "Kotona," at home. Switch that bad boy and off go all the lights.
Nice.


The "bathroom."  If you ask for a bathroom I have been given a funny look and told where the shower is...


 The "toilet" or WC.  What you really want when you ask for a bathroom.


The kitchen:

Keep in mind that pretty much everything you see here was donated (furniture, curtains, rugs, dishes, toys). We are so grateful.


We have a back door that goes out to a little patio in back.  It is all under construction out there now, so we'll see how it ends up when they finish.


The best Finnish design in the kitchen.   Dish drain in the cupboard over the sink.  Genius.


Okay, not everything was donated...  This dancin' queen we brought with us.

Bedrooms:  

Our room, with a huge closet cupboard.

 

What are you smiling at?  This little man shares a room with us for now. 


Jane's room, same sweet closet.


Living Room:


Living room/ office/ library/ playroom/ storage... anything else? Still working on this room.

Luke affectionately calls that blue couch, "The Tardis."  Any guesses of why?  (If you know, you might be a scifi geek.)  It folds out into a bed, so if you want to stop by...


 
The main activity in here: blocks. Anytime, all the time.


Monday, October 10, 2011

Patrick at 2 months

Ahem...

I realized I never posted this and I like it, so enjoy. He is now 5 MONTHS old...
All of it is still true, actually. He's still quite charming.


Patrick is just over 2 months old now. Some things we love about him:





His hair. Long, dark, wavy locks. It makes him look a lot like his handsome Daddy.


He is an easy-going, adorable baby. Our Bishop here thanked us for moving in with a good baby. "Maybe you can inspire some of the young adults in our ward..." He has been the ONLY baby in our ward under a year until this week (one new sister with a baby and another just born).

He is very predictable with eating and sleeping, and has been for weeks. (I take some credit for this.)


He is flexible with eating and sleeping. He almost NEVER cries, not even at night. He just moves and breathes a little faster to signal to me, "Hey Mom, if you have time, could you feed me at your convenience?"



He sleeps like a charm whereever we go, especially in the carriage. I dress him warm and swaddle him up and we head out to explore Finland.


He loves Jane's attention that is sometimes too rough, but usually just right.

He is a charmer with his smiles and coos and giggles. He gives smile to almost anyone just for looking at him.



Monday, October 3, 2011

A Woman of Many Names: A Tribute

Mom - Grandma - Reita - Sister H - Mother
Reita Lyn
Luke's Mom - Mrs. H - Lynnie



June 18, 1949 - September 17, 2011

We miss you.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Never fly internationally with a toddler...

Welcome to Helsinki.

We live here now. 

We had to get here on a plane with two littles. We left Luke's parents house at about 4:30 AM.  We arrived in Helsinki at 8:30 AM the next day, with 9 hour time difference.  Yes. Really. 

First, never plan to fly internationally with a baby that is exactly 4 weeks old.  Nope, he doesn't misbehave one bit.  He was an angel in the travelling, just sleeping most the time (as new babies do), breastfeeding as needed.  But, getting the paperwork for him to fly in time is a trick.  Here's how:
-Birth Certificate:  Have your baby in a birth center and have your midwife submit the info for the birth certificate the morning he was born.  Go home that day and rest.  Next morning, go to pick up said birth certificate at the county office of vital records.  Have them laugh at you and tell you to go back to bed.  Then have them "just check" for you and retrieve said birth certificate. 
-Social Security Number:  Go to social security office to find out it takes at least 30 days to get a SS#.   Have them look confused and offer no options of expediting it.  Cry a little, panic a lot. 
-Passport:  Go get a passport photo of sleeping, 2-day old infant.  Be assured it will work.   Go to passport office.  Good news:  No SS# needed, because he doesn't have one, just enter 0's.  Bad news, 2-day old infant has to have his eyes OPEN with a NEUTRAL expression for the photo.  You made up his eye color on the form because you haven't seen his eyes open.  Over 30 minutes later, and a split-second of luck, put the new passport photo with all his paperwork, pay a lot to expedite everything, then run to put it in overnight mail.
-Passport delivery:  Wait a couple weeks.  Track the package with Patrick's passport. Realize it says it's delivered when it's not delivered.  Remember there is a new postal worker doing your area. Cry a little, panic a lot, then pray.  Send Luke on his bike to the post office.  He catches a mailman in the area (not ours) who happens to have heard about a "lost express mail envelope" and knows where it is.  He calls the post office to tell them Luke is on the way to pick it up. 
-Residency:  Apply for residency from Finland with about 3 weeks left with the assurance from the consulate it takes 2 weeks, probably less.  You have been told by the consulate that you cannot apply in Finland for residency, and you should "await the decision abroad."  The whole families' passports are now at the consulates office.  We call, email, bug them.  No decision made.  Finally we have plane flight on Monday.  They overnight the unstamped passports to us on Saturday.  They tell us the airport may not allow us to enter the country without stamps or a return flight.  Nice.  Fly anyway.  No problem at the airport.  Continue to bug the office of immigration the first 2 weeks of living in Finland, fearing deportation.  They say there is a problem with our application, oh yes, they lost it.  What? It's okay, we'll call you when we find it.   Finally get a hold of them though email.  Yes, just bring passports down to our office and we'll stamp them for you.   Thank goodness...

Second, never fly with a two-year-old if you like rest and sanity.  She did well on the domestic flight to Chicago, but was "all done with the airplane" by the end of that flight.  It had lost it's charm.  Try to get her to eat lunch at the airport instead of dancing to the music in the terminal, watching all the people, and looking out the windows to see the big airplanes taking off and landing.  Once we were on our big airplane to Helsinki, Jane fell asleep as it was on the runway.  She needed a nap, so she slept only a couple of hours, but was woken up by the dinner cart bumping her in the head as it went by.  She did not sleep a wink more. Benedryl does not work, at least not for her.   The airlines was very mindful of us and our children.  Even though we had only paid for 3 seats, they gave us 5 seats to use.  It was good because Luke and I could sit across the isle and trade off time with Jane, while the other one of us tried to get some sleep.   We had toys and books and snacks and movies on the laptop, but nothing held her attention.  She just wanted to run the isles eventually and use the toilet constantly. 

Third, never max out your baggage allowance with kids.  We sold/gave away/got rid of almost everything we own, but we moved our clothes and a few personal belongings. We realized the cheapest way to move our stuff was to use all of our baggage allowance.  But getting through the airport is a different story.  With 2 adults and 2 kids that means we had: 6 checked bags, 2 checked carseats, a stroller for the airport, 3 carry-ons, 3 personal items, 2 diaper bags, 2 pillows, and 2 kids. We had Jane in the stroller and Patrick in a sling.  We did make it through the airport, but it was HARD.  I felt like a pack mule.  I think the main struggle was managing Jane while we waited for our layover (only 2.5 hours) and all of the baggage.

Fourth, have friends in Helsinki you have never met. We arrived in Helsinki and surprisingly made it through the immigration service without a hitch.  The guy at baggage allowed us to use the cart to bring our massive amount of bags through customs to the curb.  Our new friends Kaija, Paula, and Larry were there with two cars waiting.   They were so kind to have toys for Jane, help us load up everything to the cars, and drive us to their spare apartment with food in the fridge.  The people here from our church really have been so generous and helpful.  We only knew them through friends of my sister's husband that were from/have lived in Helsinki.  We had been given contact information and had emailed and these Finnish members have taken care of the rest.  They have continued to give us items we need to start our apartment and our life here.  They have just thought of what we needed and have donated them without even knowing us.  I hope we can learn to be as kind. 











Friday, September 2, 2011

Changes...

Many people have encouraged me to start our blog again, since we will be far from ALL our family and friends.  We have had a LOT of new things happening and some new adventures headed our way.  Here's what's been happening:

Jane turned two. 

Luke finished his MBA at BYU.


He went to Jordan (think Middle East) for the month of May for a project he was working on.


He applied for doctoral programs in International Business.

He got accepted to one in Helsinki, Finland.

We had another child in July.  Welcome to Baby Patrick.

We moved to Finland in August.  (Nope, you're right, we DON'T know Finnish.)

More to come...









Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Little J loves to laugh

"I'm not sure what momma was doing, but it made me laugh. See for yourself!"

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Jane is Growing!

She is…

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Sporting pigtails and smiles…

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Looking mischievious…

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Wanting books read to her…

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Splashing in puddles and anything messy…

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Looking beautiful…

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Feeding herself…

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Running fast…

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and Discovering her world.