Yo VIP, Let's Kick It

Shoot me for quoting Vanilla Ice, especially in connection with the Temple.

On Friday night Annie and I had our shift to help out at the open house for the Sacramento Temple. It was the last night of the VIP tours, just before the open house officially opened to the public. We had a really fun time.

It was a slower night, and since Annie and I were working the host center, we got to see a lot of the workings of how it is all organized, and eat a lot of the food (which was fantastic). I must say, we were both thrilled at how beautiful the Temple looks. The building itself is gorgeous, and I love how they incorporated the hills and oaks.

When you first drive up, even before you get off of Highway 50, you get to see the 11' Angel Moroni statue. We both got goosebumps. The rest of our five hour shift was spent cleaning up, serving people, and sneaking off to get glimpses of different parts of the property (don't judge us!).

We can't wait to go their with our daughters, with our friends, and with our family. So much to see and talk about!

Free Training for the PLA

I am going to petition China's People's Liberation Army for reimbursement of the range fees and cost of ammunition discharged when we took their citizens and future soldiers, Kevin and 7, to the firing range yesterday. I know, I know, it may come to a surprise to you that we took them. But we thought long and hard about it, and both Annie and I agreed that we would give Kevin the benefit of the doubt and go ahead and put a gun in his hand.

Before shooting, my dad gave both the boys a thorough education in gun safety, and they listened attentively. Then he demonstrated by firing his .357 Magnum and Sig Sauer. They were very impressed. So much so, that Kevin said he didn't want to try it, saying, "No, it is too powerful." 7 wasn't so reluctant.

You can see here that he took to holding a handgun pretty well. He squeezed off six rounds, only shaking his hand from the recoil once he was done. He then moved on to fire the Sig Sauer. Kevin watched intently the whole time and didn't ask to try until 7 had shown that you could survive firing a gun.

7 did pretty well. He even made a bullseye with the Colt Python. Not bad at all. His ease at shooting made me wonder if he was a highly-trained commie spy ...

Kevin (shown left) finally warmed up to the guns, but preferred the little 22 rifle. He got pretty good at loading and rapid firing it. He even gave 7 a brief lesson in how to aim it.

My moral dilemna now is knowing that I have trained Chinese soldiers, since China practices compulsory military service on all her citizens. I have brought card-carrying Communists into my house, fed them, taught them, and placed loaded firearms in their hands. Eek. What would McCarthy think?

Thankfully they are good lads, and Kevin at least won't end up a Communist (as I said, 7 may already be a commie agent under deep cover). Kevin believes strongly things have got to change in his home country. I take some solace in that.

Starvation and Slurping

Our Chinese student Kevin has his eccentricities - such as his obsession with guns, DVDs, and Mariah Carey. But our other student, Seven (7), has his quirks, too. I won't bother discussing his obsession with shopping for clothes and video games. That deserves its own post. No, today I want to discuss his eating habits.

In Chinese culture, you demonstrate your enjoyment of the food you are eating by slurping it. The more you like it, the more you slurp. I have come to compare it to a cat purring. Just like a cat can't help but purr when it is enjoying a pet, a Chinese youth can't help but slurp if he is enjoying his food. Such is the case with 7. You should hear him lay into an over-sized bowl of top ramen - slurp-o-riffic. Add to this his rampant smacking, and you have an auditory delight with every meal. The problem has been that 7 doesn't like American food, despite our best efforts. This has resulted in 7 outright skipping meals. It has gotten to the point that Kevin has expressed to us his concern for his fellow student. He is concerned that 7 may be starving.

We were delighted, therefore, when we were able to have our students meet with a Chinese sister missionary serving in the Davis wards. Last weekend, this wonderful woman sent a huge tupperware container of authentic Chinese food to our house, with the intent that 7's impending demise might be forestalled. Annie and I tasted it and it was fantastic. You can only imagine, then, the level of slurping and smacking that ensued as the emaciated 7 crawled from his room, pulled himself to the table, and buried his face in a steaming bowl of rice, peanuts, green beans, tomato, chicken, and peppers. The Slurp & Smack Fest was epic. It was so loud and disconcerting that Annie and I were driven from the room.

But it struck us - How is he able to slurp dry rice? This led us to pay attention to what else he can slurp. Take last night for instance. He tried Annie's spaghetti and didn't like it (Kevin had three helpings!). His dinner, therefore, consisted of four pieces of garlic bread (we offered him other food, but he wouldn't have it). He was so enamored with the bread (which he ate with a fork), that he managed to slurp it. How in the world do you slurp garlic bread? I watched him out of the corner of my eye, and it is still a mystery to me.

Papa's Tricks

Kelly was complaining that I was giving Genna short-shrift in my posts lately. How dare you accuse me of favoritism, Kelly! HOW DARE YOU! It just so happens that Julia has been my favorite for the past week - until she began vomiting on me. Now it is Genna. Gee, I hope my kids never read my blog ...

Here is a three-photo spread of Genna to demonstrate the favor she has in my eyes right now. Undoubtedly, she will enter some new phase of tantrum-throwing within the week, so the mantle of Favorite Child will pass to Kate. But, in the meantime, let us return to Dillon Beach and look at some cute Genna and Papa (Grandpa Walker) photos.

Follow this sequence to see how clever Papa is. When you want to spend quality time with your grandchild, invite her to the water's edge. Few things are as alluring to a child as the surf.

The child, Genna in this case, will be so eager to play in the surf, that her pants will become soaked and sand-filled, leaving you with no option but to remove them. But how does this benefit Papa?



Easy! A pantless Genna will become very cold in Northern California waters. Only wrapping her in spare sweatshirts and snuggling her will restore her core temperature. Clever Papa. And, of course, you can see that Genna doesn't begrudge this sequence of events one bit.

We have much to learn from those generations who have gone before us. I wonder if Papa has any tricks to get little girls not to throw-up on you.

Neck Saga, Part 17

I still suffer from my literal pain in the neck. Near as I can tell, two types of steroids, an ibuprofen regimen, a cervical pillow, cervical traction, chiropractic, acupuncture, and the sacrificing of goats has done nothing to cure my condition, though each may have contributed to less pain, though that is hard to gauge.

My latest effort involves seeing a Bowen therapist. This particular therapist came recommended by my mom and sister, so I saw him today. Bowen therapy finds its roots back in the 50s, but didn't become established until 1989. It is therefore not recognized by the state of California as its own modality, and must operate under the aegis of Massage therapy.

I just had my first session with Steve Sanders a couple of hours ago, and I must say that I was impressed by it and him. You don't have to strip down (only take your shoes off and empty your pockets), and it is relatively inexpensive ($65 per hour). He recommends a 3-session treatment, and says that he is able to cure any number of maladies. What impressed me about him was that he also believes that Bowen therapy has its limits, and that other treatments (including surgery and medication) may be a better alternative for many conditions.

He said something during the session (which seems quite a bit like massage to the untrained eye) that endeared himself to me. He said, "The problem with Bowen therapy is now you have people going through a four day course, calling themselves Bowen therapists, and then they starting aligning your shakras! Oh please, come on!" I loved it!

After working on me - manipulating my soft tissue, muscles, tendons, ligaments, etc. - I had a significantly increased range of motion in my neck and I felt as loose as a goose (and that is loose!). We'll see what happens. I'll let you know if I experience a sudden cessation of pain or if my head spontaneously rolls off my shoulders.

Cats, Twins, and Guns

You can tell how interested someone is in a thing by how quickly they whip out their camera to capture an image of it for posterity. This was demonstrated last night by the Chinese students and teachers we had at my folk's place.

I picked up Seven and Kevin from UCD and brought them to my parent's. The first thing Seven noticed was my mom's abominable cat, Princess. Quicker than Doc Holiday, Seven whipped out his camera and took picture after picture of the cat. Princess's ugliness couldn't be resisted.

Then the teachers staying with my parents saw the twins. Pictures were taken of them throughout the evening - hopefully for the exact opposite reason of the pictures taken of the cat ...

Finally, at the end of the evening, my dad got to show off his hand guns to the boys. They were thrilled and quick to take pictures of them. But I have a bit of a problem when it comes to the guns.

When I first discovered the boy's enthusiasm for guns, I volunteered that maybe we could take them to the shooting range. But Kevin can be a bit ... hmmm ... rowdy? when it comes to firearms. On the first evening in our house he pretended to cock a shotgun and fire it at my gut. Then last night, he saw me walk into the room and he picked up my dad's .357 Colt Python and pointed it at my face. I shook my head at him and my dad lowered Kevin's arm, but the boy seems to have a fascination with shooting me. I don't know that I want to give him the opportunity to do so. Hopefully I have found a way out - we asked the teachers if we could take them shooting. They will ask the program director, and hopefully the director will say no. If he says yes, then we might mysteriously run out of time and never get around to the shooting range.

Anyone have a kevlar vest and helmet that I can wear for the next week and a half?

Julia, the Placemats, and the Cabinet

At the beach house Julia roamed free. It was surprisingly child-safe, so we could let her rum amuck without fear of injury. We felt safe doing this because she would nearly always end up in this cabinet. It is used by the owners to hold place mats. Julia would have none of that. She would throw the doors open, toss the place mats to the ground, and claim the cabinet for herself by climbing inside. I particularly like the lighting in this shot that Annie took. Julia is cute, too.

A Model in the Making

In Kate we have a model in the making. Her confident stride, her use of the beach setting, her wind-blown hair, her choice of wardrobe (Cinderella swimsuit), all speak of a sophisticated fashion sense and ability to play to the camera. I just need to channel this emerging talent into wholesome endeavors. Maybe L.L. Bean catalogs and Mervyn's spreads?