I am standing up eating peanuts out of a plastic cup. Elisa walks up to me and beckons me to “my chair” and asks me to sit down. I don’t sit down so she climbs up on to the chair herself and sits down, as it to demonstrate to me what she means. She asks me to sit down again and I oblige. She does this because most nights at this time I sit in my chair and have a handful of peanuts and read The Chronicle on my Kindle. So once I am seated, Elisa climbs down and stands next to my chair and asks for a peanut as this is her shared nightly ritual with me. I tell her “just one” and she nods and greedily eats the half peanut I give her. She waits a moment and asks for another. I say “last one” and she says “last one”. A moment passes and she says “last one” and I hand her another. I check with Yang if Elisa knows what “last one” means in English and indeed Elisa knows; we confirm by having her ask for “last one” in Chinese. That said, I’m pretty sure our Ayi thinks “last one” means “peanut”. ...

I head downstairs after my morning workout and Lydia and Elisa are in the playground. Elisa is coming down the slide and Lydia is going way high on the swing. Lydia beams at me on her way up and says “babi, babi”. Elisa reaches the bottom of her slide, stands up and runs to me also saying “babi, babi.” I am quite happy at this moment. I greet then, tell them I am off to work, then hop on my bike and confidently push off for the 15 minute ride to the subway station. A half block away, I realize my tires are too low on air to make it, so I circle back home and pump them up. Upon my second exit, the girls still wave but seem as interested in their play than saying goodbye a second time. I am left with an impression of my two girls being very close, kind of like in this two pictures: ...

I am carrying Lydia as we walk back to our hotel in the English Bay section in Vancouver. My closest childhood friend Jose is a half block ahead walking with his five year old daughter. I am talking with his wife Sarah while Yang, Elisa, and Aidan are a half block back. This being an older neighborhood, a strip of relatively well maintained grass separates the street edge from the sidewalk. My left foot lands half on the sidewalk and half on the grass, something my ankle was unprepared for. It turns and gives way meaning I fall forward with nothing but Lydia to break my fall. I instinctively let go of Lydia as we near the ground and she lands hard. In the half second I had, I was able divert my fall away from her. A beat passes. Then Lydia is crying, a cry which is a bit of a relief since it means she wasn’t hurt that bad. I pull her close and wish her a happy birthday. ...

Having started my work day at 7AM and now finding it 7:30pm, I shut down my computer and tell my co-worker I won’t be checking email for the next two weeks. Looks of disbelief aside, I grab a taxi and meet Yang at a teppanyaki restaurant in Sanlitun. Charlie and a woman I refer to as laoshi (teacher) join us. For 198RMB each, we have all the food and drink we can handle which by the knots on my belt is a fairly decent amount. ...

We woke up side by side at her cousins place in Issaquah WA, got up, put on our best interview clothes and drove to downtown Bellevue. Someone once said there is “no there there” about Oakland CA, but in 1992 there was really, really “no there there” for Bellevue. We made sure to get there early and stopped at had plenty of time to stop at a strip mall for lunch. After lunch, we walked into a 30 story office building, up on a slight hill, brown the color of 80’s office building brown. We went up to a middle floor, briefcases in hand. Me, with my self bought $40 case, one I bought because I didn’t get one as a graduation gift. (You see, my older brother got such a gift, and when it was my turn the next year, with no equivalent gift, I felt a bit left out in the wind). She had a $1500 briefcase for such an occasion, a gift from someone with far too much money and far too few gifts for me. We got to the agency – it was typically head hunter – and met with a recruiter. Me, I was looking to move from my fortune 500 bank to a high tech company in the area. I wanted to move for many reasons. Work, for sure, getting into hard core development. Home for sure, get to the northwest which still seemed pure at least to us hated outsiders from CA. Life, for sure, escape from something that was already happening but we were too afraid to admit. ...

With school on break for summer vacation, I no longer need to wake up promptly at 6am in order to walk Aidan to the school bus. So now when the alarm goes off, I tend to linger in bed for a bit longer and not get out of the house until 7AM when I make my five minute walk to Starbucks at Lido Square. For the past few mornings I’ve encountered a strange site. Teenagers, nearly all boys, walking in loose fitting athletics gear across Lido square, clearing heading somewhere, looking like it is for a workout. Two things are striking. One, there are many of them. Not five or ten, but more like 40. And I figure there are more than one troop because my arrival time at Starbucks has varied over the past week by as much as 30 minutes. Each trip, however, I’ve seen them. The second weird thing is that they are all overweight, bordering on obese. It is a fat camp. ...

I got up on Monday morning and put on my sandals with socks, shorts, and ratty tee-shirt. When I got to work my new boss commented that I had an interesting outfit. He was dressed in navy blue slacks and a mao shirt. When we discussed my project, my boss asked me who the leaders where and what our relationship to them. I tried to keep him focused on the merits of the work and not the superficial stuff. ...

In a few short weeks Elisa will hit the ripe old age of two and we will celebrate by boarding a plane from Vancouver to Beijing. Two, as most any parent will tell you, is the magical time with your child also known as the terrible twos. Terrible as in they are inconsolable, fussy, have grocery store clearing tantrums, and are prone to throw things. And I’m just taking about the parents, the kids are much worse. Both our older kids, Aidan and Lydia, were early adopters of the terrible twos, each showing solid signs at 18 months and in full swing by 20 months. Yang will say Aidan did not go through the phase and Lydia never left if; all I will say is that they both with through it, with Lydia stopping to spit on the roses. ...

I hear the piddle paddle of little feat on our bedroom’s faux marble floor. Elisa is gleefully chasing Yang as Yang makes her way to the restroom. Moments later, Yang is back to sleep but the piddle paddle continues. I lift my head up and see Elisa’s smiling face looking at me. I say Qù wán 去玩 (go play) to Elisa and she smiles, nods her head up and down, and grunts “ummm”. ...

It is 2pm and I am debating whether to ditch for the rest of the afternoon or not. I really need to write and I can seem to start a sentence. Maybe because I am on day five of an eight day consecutive work stretch, maybe it’s because I’m writing to the same level of challenge I had many years ago, but mostly because just because. I walk out to the 711 behind my office building and it is a glorious day. Bright sunshine, with interloping clouds to make it not too bright nor too hot. I buy a diet coke and m&ms and make my way back to my office. Stay or go. My irish (or is it catholic or is it sibling or is it middle class) guilt kicks in and I think it is too early to leave. True, I have been at the office since 7:20am, so technically, nearly a full day by most any standards except my own. But I really need to write, not write like I do in this blog, but write in a way that instructs our coders what they should write in order for them to write the code that makes our product what it is. I used to be one of those coders and miss that time and think what I do now would not be so useful to me if I was one of those coders. So I struggle with what is useful and what is not, and then next thing you know I checking email which is a complete waste of time. Then I decide that after a 1:1 I should keep with an intern, I will head out, on foot, and into the sunshine towards home. 4pm comes and I do just that. A quick subject only email to my co-workers that I’m leaving early leaving and then I am out. Onto the street, Zhichun Lu, headed east, head set on, listening to some old music that I recently rediscovered. This area of town doesn’t have a ton of foreigners yet on my walk, I encountered several, all white. First, late 20s woman, very fit, on bike and riding confidently. Then a series of old men, which is to say they are probably my age but looked a lot older to me. And they looked weird. One had orange hair. Another looked like he woke up on the street and hadn’t showed for days. Another was sun withered and smiled at me as I past. I was trying not to think of them as my future self-incarnated but the thought did cross my mind and linger for a block or two. Eventually, I walked into a subway station and took it to Sanyuanchao, my normal stop and then continued my trek home. Three of four or five times before, I had walked all the way from work to home. It isn’t actually that far – 9 miles as the crow flies – but long enough that I don’t do it often. It takes me 35 minutes to walk from subway station to home and I was enjoying some podcasts as I went. As I got close to home, three beggar women with three beggar children were walking in the opposite direction. The children looked oddly familiar. They had on old clothes that used to be Aidan, Lydia, or Elisa’s and which Lydia decided to give away a few weeks back. The beggar women smiled, didn’t asked for anything more, and recognized me as Lydia’s father. And then I was home. ...