Tai-Tai (I'm his)

I married a Canadian. Previous to meeting James, my knowledge of Canada was limited. I had seen Canada from afar when we went to Niagra Falls, and it fit with my mental image of it--forested and green--and I knew that Canadians said "eh" a lot and looked long-suffering when people laughed at how strange it sounded. Beyond that, and my knowledge that Anne of Green Gables lived there and Gilbert Blythe said "Sohry, Anne," I really knew very little. I think I might have memorized the provinces of Canada in 5th grade, but otherwise, as an American, I pretty much ignored the Great White North. Pretty sad, really. So I'm happy to say that since that day, and as a permanent resident of Canada, I have done better! I can now name, with just a tiny bit of prompting, all the provinces of Canada. Quite an accomplishment, wouldn't you say?

Besides being a Canadian, James is a seminary teacher. The poor man has to wear a white shirt and tie every day of the week except Saturday. When he gets home, he can't get his tie off fast enough, and sometimes it doesn't make it to his closet right away:





James loves to come up with interesting/silly ideas for table talk with the kids. The other night at dinner he hit on a good one. He gave the boys two choices and asked which they'd pick. I think he did "Daddy or candy?" "Mommy, or toys?" "Disneyland or the Sacred Grove?" Pretty tough, eh? If you know the boys, you'll know what they picked. One of the choices was "Nerf Gun War or Lego" and they chose nerf guns, so the next hour our house was a war zone with styrofoam bullets flying everywhere. James said Will rolled under Tommy's crib to take cover yelling "John Taylor, John Taylor!" I don't think he had his pocket watch handy.

For those of you who don't speak Chinese (I'm one of them, James isn't), Tai Tai means wife. I forgot how to say Husband...but I sure love him!