Move #8

I am happy to announce I reached my goal of ignoring my blog for a really long time.

Actually, I've deferred to writing in the physical form of the Millburn family journal. However, I think the following post should be left somewhere in cyberspace for our posterity to find. I will never know if the physical forms will be lost or even make it through the next move. Which is what I am about to talk about.

7 moves. 9 years. I don't think that's something to brag about, but its just life. Most all of the moves were anticipated, planned months in advance, and had much excitement built up for them. In the next two weeks we will move for our 8th time. Unplanned and unprepared for.

Its a local move, so its not like the Air Force had anything to do with it. More of a long winded story about a landlord who was not easy to deal with in the first place and who decided that selling his 60 year old house was best.

But I'm pregnant. And about to have this precious baby in 4 weeks. The same week the lease is up. And there is no paid team of professional movers provided by the Air Force.

For the record, I just didn't think it would happen. When I got pregnant last November, a happy little surprise, I thought, "Obviously we wont move in August, because that is when the baby is due." And I recited that for the next 8 months.

Yet here we are and I have to confess I can't remember the last time feeling so overwhelmed, shocked, and heartbroken. I can barely make dinner without getting tired. So packing a house seems like a punch in the face. Not to mention leaving the few friends I have made. Mostly, my good friend Shazia and her family whose children my kids love, her oldest daughter who is the worlds best babysitter, and not to mention our much needed "grown up" chats after taking care of kids all day. She is my first Muslim friend and I am her first "American friend" she calls me. I love her and her family very much and am not looking forward to not being able to see her every day or every other day.

The first few days of this shock were a dead end. Especially the parental guilt you feel when you know you are going to change your kids life.... again. My dad was here though, just for a casual visit at first. But later it turned into a "how much work can I get my dad to do in 2 days" visit.

But he made me promise when I left I would ask my ward for help. A ward I don't really know as I've been here less than a year and been in primary (of course) the entire time. I finally emailed the compassionate service person and laid it all out for her. That felt really good. Sometimes its easy to feel like the people around you don't care or wouldn't be there for you, but that is just not the case. True, people are busy, but they want to care. And the Church is set up so perfectly organized that service can happen. Once I contacted one person the Relief Society president, Donna Doll, called me up the next day and offered every service in the world. Meals, babysitters, cleaners, heavy lifters, and my favorite, the Missionaries. I don't need meals, and shouldn't need babysitters, but when the Missionaries came over that day they did plenty of lifting I couldn't do. Simple things like lifting a box of books to take up stairs. Taking down the drapes. And hours in the garden that I had let overrun as I grew more tired with this pregnancy. Also, one the few friends I have from church watched the girls so I could girls so I could get more done. She has 3 tiny kids including a small baby. But I know the goodness in her, all the Christ like attributes she has came into play when she took the courage to ask if she could help. I know it wasn't easy, but she made it seem like it was.
It really is embarrassing to need help. But when people have Christ in their hearts they don't make you feel embarrassed, they just make you feel loved and lift your burden.

I love this church organization so much, because it brings my closer to Christ in ways I would have not designed for myself.

Our saga continues as we continue to pack and look for a new place, but my burden is lighter.

Reluctantly crouched at the starting line

Marie is Six

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My angel turns six today. I told her six is actually my lucky number. She will be my lucky girl ( though she always has been). 

This is a second birthday in a hotel with store bought cupcakes and little to no fanfare. The last was when we moved to Misawa. Foreseeing this we celebrated last month with her friends, and for that I am thankful. We miss them, but at least we have friends worth missing. 

Here they are sitting on the floor of the hotel room ( the only place easy to clean up). Marie was a trooper. Moving is hard on 

her. She is highly sentimental and has always been so. It was lucky that Grandpa Millburn called to sing to her. Then later Grandma Y called and Marie said she "wanted to chat." It was very cute. It really put her in a better mood even though I am not sure how much she heard or said (she has had a hard time hearing us the last few days- I think we will have her see a doctor this week). The cherry on top was her Uncles singing to her. 

We spent most if the day at church and driving around looking for houses. Not fun, but we are grateful. The Lord watches over us and day by day will lead us to the right place for right now. Until then, we are a little... Tired.

Quick! Before they tear down the Castle!

 

We’ve got to make it to Hirosaki before they tear down the Castle. They will tear it down, move it, rebuild the foundation and move it back. Ten years is all it will take, but I am glad we made it before our trek back to America.

1930’s Travel Poster

 

So grab your favorite drink, seeded or nonseeded, and relax with us in Hirosaki.

We went on a holiday called Children’s Day. IT. WAS. PACKED.

We went on a Tuesday because Brett had been working alot of weekends and kind of made up for it by taking off a regular day. With the holiday however, it was 10x as crazy as any other day. The
Japanese are serious about the few holidays they get. They are out and about and they LOVE nature.

Gracie is loving life, my little cherry blossom!

It was a beautiful, sunny day, actually hot for April. (The weather April-May has been pretty amazing- its been nice to spend so much time outdoors before we move and the tsugaru (rainy season) starts).

We promised Mina if she sat through millions of picture we would get her soup. Yes, soup. And we delivered.

I’m never quite sure if I should take Marie’s glasses off, but it’s nice to see the face under the spectacles. She’s a sport either way though. The bridge behind us is bridge in the travel poster and the bridge I am standing on in the next picture.

Getting a picture on the bridge in front of the Castle was not going to happen. I had to run into this huge crowd and stick the camera up in the air to get this shot. Glad it turned out!

 

There are over 2600 Cherry Blossom Trees at the Hirosaki Castle. Its worth the 2 hour drive Gracie, trust me.

This will have been our 4th time in Hirosaki, and every time is truly a good time. Fall, Winter, Spring we have loved it. They also had some hand woven baskets I had my eye on for a few years. I promised myself I would get one, but with the holiday- the prices went up from 5,000 yen ($50) to 20,000 yen! ($200)! Yikes, no basket for me. Maybe next time Hirosaki!

 

Good food, good times, and we were good and worn out.

Arigato Hirosaki!

baseball game breakdown

The girls humor their dad sometimes.  They were all super good sports and acted like they wanted to go down to Sendai with me for a baseball game.  It is about 4 hours away.  The Japanese baseball experience is quite a bit different than in America.  Every batter that comes up has his own chant that the crowd does.  And at the 7th inning stretch they sing some song and release balloons that have whistles on the end. 

Here is how our family looked when we last went to a game.  It was 2010 and about a month after we arrived in Japan.  Marie had just turned 2 about a month earlier.

I would like to thank myself for keeping our pictures in pretty little files so I could find this.  Hours of tedious labor finally paid off.

We didn’t get a good family picture this time, but here are a couple we did get.

They were great sports and seemed to have a great time.  Hope they aren’t disappointed when we go to an American game and things aren’t quite so lively.  They’ll be forced to watch the game…and then they’ll realize they hate it.  Although Mina did tell me her favorite part was seeing people run the bases.  I was quite proud of her. 

The next day we spent some time at Matsushima Bay.  this is a cool coastal area with a bunch of islands scattered around.  It has a long red bridge that you walk across to one of the islands.  We didn’t get a picture of it because we raced across.  Marie and Rachel BARELY beat Mina and me.  We pretty much just came away with this one photo that we are all proud of.

So…what did my great family get for being so patient and awesome to me the entire weekend?  As we were about an hour and half into our 4 hour drive home the minivan’s engine started sounding weird…then the acceleration stopped working.  We saw an exit and quickly decided we better take it and evaluate the situation.  As we were on the off ramp the car shut down.  We were fortunate enough to coast into a little parking area in the middle of the interchange – between the off and on ramps.  We feel really blessed in the area we were at when this happened.  With how quickly the whole breakdown happened it is very lucky we didn’t find ourselves stuck on the side of the highway. 

We have a little insurance card for roadside service and we gave it a call.  Although it is an international number their English skills, while way better than my Japanese skills, were very limited.  Their skills were limited to repeatedly asking me for my name and license plate number.  It took a long time for them to find somebody who they could get on the line to speak English with us.  The tow truck came and we gathered up everything we could carry and took a cab to the train station.  As difficult as it was to be in Japan with the language problems, it sure was nice to just be able to go to a near by train station and get home. 

Our van is dead – they called and told us the engine needs to be replaced.  Seeing as we have a month here and would have been lucky to get $1,800 out of the van, it was an easy decision to just have it junked.  It also feels good to not have to worry about selling it.

Here is what my poor family looked like at the train station.  You can see we have a pile of bags.  We realized we might not be coming back for the van so we carried everything we wanted to save. 

Did they deserve this after being so awesome to me all weekend?  Yes.  I mean, no.

There’s a Tulip Festival?

Lets go to the tulip festival right after Marie’s soccer game. So far soccer is not #1 on our list. Having played soccer growing up I get it. I enjoy playing time to time with my friends, but I can’t say I’m addicted…

but it does make for a few cute photos.

Here is Mina- our sideline cheerleader…. hmmm maybe Aunt Cassie can give her lessons.

Ok, game over Mina! Lets get out of Town! Random festival- here we come!

Now I know you will be carefully examining each and every picture so I enlarged them and cropped them appropriately. Here’s to hoping your internet isn’t slow because here we go….

 

 

If you look closely in the back is a sort-of replica of the Golden Gate Bridge that connects us to the home of the tulips.

Yes, Gracie. We are serious. We are taking a bunch of pictures and loading every single good shot onto this blog post right here. Yah, I know.

Where are we?! Holland?

This mix of tulips was the favorite- who doesn’t love a moge-podge of color! And no, it’s not cold, the girls are doing their best “tulip pose.” Marie says, “I’m a skin colored tulip!”

 

Brett often claims that Grace is a fussy baby. Don’t. Even. Try. Look at this girl. She’s as chill as they come!

We all know who is the spice of the family- This little lass right here.

We got a DSLR camera for Christmas- a very popular camera. And very fun. I never thought taking pictures of tulips could be so addicting!

Me and my little flower girls.

 

We tried using the timer on the tri-pod here. Brett had to run around a small field to get to the other side of this pictures. It was sort of worth it…... ish.

I feel like I’m behind the camera all the time. I do exist. I am not trying to hide. Here’s proof.

Here’s Mina making conversation with some dude. Lets just say she is really independent.

 

Another thing you might need to know. The above face is what Mina looks like when she is about to pee. All over. Seriously, if you see her look like this get her to the bathroom. Please.

This time we were dry. But watch out because big sister is THAT funny.

And my Gracie baby! What a happy little goose!

“Hey guys! I’m cute!” Yes. I want to eat you up!- says mom and everyone in the known universe.

 

We look one last look…     

And headed home.

Now my inner need for Europe has been slightly satiated. Thank you tulips!