We took a trip to Fresno this weekend to spend time with "Farm Jichan and Bachan".


Most Japanese-American families have 2 sets of grandparents: "Grandma and Grandpa" and "Jichan and Bachan". Usually the set of grandparents that are more "Japanesey" gets the Japanese label.
I remember when Lindsey was born, we discussed it. Gus's parents, having been raised in Japan, are obviously more Japanesey than my parents (2nd and 3rd generation) but I couldn't do it! I couldn't call my parents Grandma and Grandpa; it just made them seem TOO American. To me, "grandma and grandma" are the people you see on TV with white hair, a picket fence, that sit in front of the fireplace with an afghan and cat in their laps. Total stereotype, but I couldn't erase the picture in my head.
In the end, the kids totally get it. We tried Jichan & Bachan Sasaki/Maseba, but that didn't sound right to them. They switched it to "San Bruno Jichan and Bachan" and "Farm Jichan and Bachan". Weird, but it works. I guess they'll just be confused if one of them moves!


The girls loved picking and eating the Kyoho grapes - we timed our visit just right for harvesting! Lindsey was really good at cutting them off the vines and even carried the heavy boxes on and off the forklift. She went out, enthusiastically, 2 days in a row. I doubt she would enjoy doing that kind of work if it were expected of her, but it's nice to see that she has some real farm-lovin' blood in her!

Mitchell had to be pried and carried away from his personal Utopia - the train tracks

Molly loved having space to fly!