June 29, 2004

Emma got big hives today. There were hives all over her body, legs, arms and face. It was so itchy she kept scratching herself, so hard as if she just wanted to take her skin off. We were all scared. We do not know why. Food she ate, misgito bites, something in the sand? When I went home, she was sleeping and the hives went off a little. However, when she woke up, she had some hard time breathing. She had to use her mouth to breathe, and her nose made heavy sniffing sound. I was so so scared. She was in a good mood though, playing, smiling as if it were not she who got this big allergic reaction.

Her hives gradually went away later in the night.
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Emma got big hives today. There were hives all over her body, legs, arms and face. It was so itchy she kept scratching herself, so hard as if she just wanted to take her skin off. We were all scared. We do not know why. Food she ate, misgito bites, something in the sand? When I went home, she was sleeping and the hives went off a little. However, when she woke up, she had some hard time breathing. She had to use her mouth to breathe, and her nose made heavy sniffing sound. I was so so scared. She was in a good mood though, playing, smiling as if it were not she who got this big allergic reaction.

Her hives gradually went away later in the night.

Tuesday, June 29, 2004
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June 28, 2004

-by Mary Beth

Emma is eight months old. She loves the birds.
She listens to their calls and looks around.
When she sees the white birds on the beach, she laughs and calls.
She opens her hand and calls louder and louder.
She opens and closes her fist.
She wants to hold them, but they fly away.
What are they called? We don’t know their names either.

Emma is eight months old. She loves the beach.
She hangs on our hands and swings in the water.
She lifts her feet and slaps them down in the water.
She reaches out and tries to hold the sea.
Emma stands in the water and watches the sand cover her feet.
She sits in the sand and rakes the sand. She mashes the sand.
She doesn’t eat the sand. How does she know that sand is not oatmeal?

Emma is eight months old. She loves the fountain.
She stands on the edge and touches the water.
She looks at her feet and feels the cold.
She reaches for the water and tightens her hand.
The water runs through her fingers and she looks puzzled.
The big white flowers are soft, but what are they?
She buries her head in mama’s chest.

Emma is eight months old. She loves the mirror.
She pulls herself up and laughs at the baby. She bounces and shakes.
She turns her head sideways and smiles. She slowly, slowly bends.
She rests on her heels for one minute.
Then she pops up and kisses the mirror.
She sticks out her tongue. She bares her two teeth. She says da da DA!
She slowly lowers her butt to the floor and picks up a tiny piece of dust.

Emma is eight months old. When she has her daddy, she wants her mommy.
When she has her mommy she wants me.
She holds one hand on mama’s shirt and one hand on my shirt.
She has everything she wants.
She is always happy and always wants more.
Not this food, not that food, maybe the dish.
Throw it! Throw it! Let’s go out. Let’s dance. Make me laugh.

Emma is eight months old

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-by Mary Beth

Emma is eight months old. She loves the birds.
She listens to their calls and looks around.
When she sees the white birds on the beach, she laughs and calls.
She opens her hand and calls louder and louder.
She opens and closes her fist.
She wants to hold them, but they fly away.
What are they called? We don’t know their names either.

Emma is eight months old. She loves the beach.
She hangs on our hands and swings in the water.
She lifts her feet and slaps them down in the water.
She reaches out and tries to hold the sea.
Emma stands in the water and watches the sand cover her feet.
She sits in the sand and rakes the sand. She mashes the sand.
She doesn’t eat the sand. How does she know that sand is not oatmeal?

Emma is eight months old. She loves the fountain.
She stands on the edge and touches the water.
She looks at her feet and feels the cold.
She reaches for the water and tightens her hand.
The water runs through her fingers and she looks puzzled.
The big white flowers are soft, but what are they?
She buries her head in mama’s chest.

Emma is eight months old. She loves the mirror.
She pulls herself up and laughs at the baby. She bounces and shakes.
She turns her head sideways and smiles. She slowly, slowly bends.
She rests on her heels for one minute.
Then she pops up and kisses the mirror.
She sticks out her tongue. She bares her two teeth. She says da da DA!
She slowly lowers her butt to the floor and picks up a tiny piece of dust.

Emma is eight months old. When she has her daddy, she wants her mommy.
When she has her mommy she wants me.
She holds one hand on mama’s shirt and one hand on my shirt.
She has everything she wants.
She is always happy and always wants more.
Not this food, not that food, maybe the dish.
Throw it! Throw it! Let’s go out. Let’s dance. Make me laugh.

Monday, June 28, 2004
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June 27, 2004

Beautiful day, breeze, air, sky, beach, sand, lake, and neiborhood. Emma is in a wonderful mood, too. Most of her time she is charmingly playful and cheerful. I hope she will forever stay this way.

She sort of knows how to put her baby doll in a little drawer now. Oh, she consistently communicates in her own her. We change her diaper, she goes "M-m-a,M-m-a,...", we feed her, she goes "M-m-a,M-m-a,...", we bathe her, she tries to get out the bath tub, she goes "M-m-a,M-m-a,..." it is funny. Sometimes it gets a little too loud, too much though.

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Beautiful day, breeze, air, sky, beach, sand, lake, and neiborhood. Emma is in a wonderful mood, too. Most of her time she is charmingly playful and cheerful. I hope she will forever stay this way.

She sort of knows how to put her baby doll in a little drawer now. Oh, she consistently communicates in her own her. We change her diaper, she goes "M-m-a,M-m-a,...", we feed her, she goes "M-m-a,M-m-a,...", we bathe her, she tries to get out the bath tub, she goes "M-m-a,M-m-a,..." it is funny. Sometimes it gets a little too loud, too much though.

Sunday, June 27, 2004
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June 25, 2004

She took the train to downtown today. MB and I took her. Unlike that I take trains to work every day, she took the train just for fun, for experience. Like rich people try to have some taste of being poor. She was pretty happy on the train. She was her usual self, busy looking at people, occasionally she grabbed the newspaper of a person who was sitting behind her.

She went to see MCIC people.
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She took the train to downtown today. MB and I took her. Unlike that I take trains to work every day, she took the train just for fun, for experience. Like rich people try to have some taste of being poor. She was pretty happy on the train. She was her usual self, busy looking at people, occasionally she grabbed the newspaper of a person who was sitting behind her.

She went to see MCIC people.

Friday, June 25, 2004
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June 21, 2004

First time ever. Emma went to bed at 8:30 pm and slept straight through. She must be too exhausted.

MB said she was interested in the rain, water fountain, water drops from trees. She took great pleasure in shaking tree leaves so water dropped down all over her. I know that. She is a curious baby.
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First time ever. Emma went to bed at 8:30 pm and slept straight through. She must be too exhausted.

MB said she was interested in the rain, water fountain, water drops from trees. She took great pleasure in shaking tree leaves so water dropped down all over her. I know that. She is a curious baby.

Monday, June 21, 2004
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June 20, 2004

Day of BBQ.

Duanny, MB, and we have had BBQ today. The BBQ was fantastic, thanks to Duanny's hard and 4-hours work.

Emma did not care about BBQ. While we were out on the lawn, she was just looking around, very quiet, contemplating the meaning of life. I took her to swing, she was thrilled and giggling so merrily, showing her two little quite teeth.

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Day of BBQ.

Duanny, MB, and we have had BBQ today. The BBQ was fantastic, thanks to Duanny's hard and 4-hours work.

Emma did not care about BBQ. While we were out on the lawn, she was just looking around, very quiet, contemplating the meaning of life. I took her to swing, she was thrilled and giggling so merrily, showing her two little quite teeth.

Sunday, June 20, 2004
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June 19, 2004

Saturday. We did all the routines, running through the full cycle of her life, eating, napping, out to the beach, to the playground. Everything is fine, forgettable. The only thing is that She cried unstoppably from the minute she was in the car seat to the minute we took her out. But, law is law, life is life, we hardened our hearts and ignored her cry and successfully finished our shopping.
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Saturday. We did all the routines, running through the full cycle of her life, eating, napping, out to the beach, to the playground. Everything is fine, forgettable. The only thing is that She cried unstoppably from the minute she was in the car seat to the minute we took her out. But, law is law, life is life, we hardened our hearts and ignored her cry and successfully finished our shopping.

Saturday, June 19, 2004
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June 18, 2004

Monday skipped. Wednesday skipped. Thursday skipped. Sometimes I got busy, sometimes I got lazy, days just slipped by. But Emma never missed a day growing, she just misses me whenever I am away. I cannot stand her cry in the morning when I try to sneak out, away from her
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Monday skipped. Wednesday skipped. Thursday skipped. Sometimes I got busy, sometimes I got lazy, days just slipped by. But Emma never missed a day growing, she just misses me whenever I am away. I cannot stand her cry in the morning when I try to sneak out, away from her

Friday, June 18, 2004
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June 15, 2004

We are back to the museum again, back to her babie's corner, miniature domick store, complicated water plant and many many music instruments again. Only she got no chicks or chicks in shells to see today. In place of the little chicken farm, the musuem put on a small Chigall exhibit. So I held her to look at the paintings, photos ...

Emma met a pretential friend today. When she was horning her crawling skills, reaching for a noisy toy truck, a little baby girl showed up with her mom. 11 months old, she already walks so well, she can even walk briskly. Her name is Ashley. Emma is very friendly to her.

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We are back to the museum again, back to her babie's corner, miniature domick store, complicated water plant and many many music instruments again. Only she got no chicks or chicks in shells to see today. In place of the little chicken farm, the musuem put on a small Chigall exhibit. So I held her to look at the paintings, photos ...

Emma met a pretential friend today. When she was horning her crawling skills, reaching for a noisy toy truck, a little baby girl showed up with her mom. 11 months old, she already walks so well, she can even walk briskly. Her name is Ashley. Emma is very friendly to her.

Tuesday, June 15, 2004
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June 13, 2004

Emma seems to have some problems sitting in her car seat. Today we took her to shopping. And man, as soon as we put her in her car seat, she cried loudly and so uncontrollably. She cried my / her heart out, tears just kept rolling down her cheeks. With her eyes half closed, she kicked and kicked, trying so hard to sit up and reach for me. I held her hand, tried in vain to comfort her. She just grabbed my shirt and tried to let me know how much she hated sitting there and how much she wanted to be held ...

It must be the fault of the car seat. It is too infantile, it should be only for babies who cannot sit up, but Emma is already so big and so good sitting up ... So we took her to Target and bought her a new car seat. It can last until she is 40 lbs.
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Emma seems to have some problems sitting in her car seat. Today we took her to shopping. And man, as soon as we put her in her car seat, she cried loudly and so uncontrollably. She cried my / her heart out, tears just kept rolling down her cheeks. With her eyes half closed, she kicked and kicked, trying so hard to sit up and reach for me. I held her hand, tried in vain to comfort her. She just grabbed my shirt and tried to let me know how much she hated sitting there and how much she wanted to be held ...

It must be the fault of the car seat. It is too infantile, it should be only for babies who cannot sit up, but Emma is already so big and so good sitting up ... So we took her to Target and bought her a new car seat. It can last until she is 40 lbs.

Sunday, June 13, 2004
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June 12, 2004

Unbearable hot summer times. It must be. Everyday Emma sweats profusely. Even when it feels cool to us, even though the summer has just started. There is always a thin film of sweats on her nose, her head is always a bit of wet with sweats. Waking up in the morning, she is just all sweaty ... Oh, man, just like that funny poem, I cannot take the sun no more, ... I might as well take the skin off.

The solution? None. Air conditioner is out of the question. Besides we do not feel hot. Just to try to make things a little cooler for her, we cut her hair. Sneaking in, I cut some hair off her head, Leo cut off her bangs. We did such lousy job, MB said that it was like a mower has run through her head, later she said we crucified her hair. Poor baby. Her hair does look aweful. But on the other hand, her forehead looks high and big, a sign of great intelligence! Still, poor Emma, she will have to endure at least a couple of bad hair months.

Bad Hair Months

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Unbearable hot summer times. It must be. Everyday Emma sweats profusely. Even when it feels cool to us, even though the summer has just started. There is always a thin film of sweats on her nose, her head is always a bit of wet with sweats. Waking up in the morning, she is just all sweaty ... Oh, man, just like that funny poem, I cannot take the sun no more, ... I might as well take the skin off.

The solution? None. Air conditioner is out of the question. Besides we do not feel hot. Just to try to make things a little cooler for her, we cut her hair. Sneaking in, I cut some hair off her head, Leo cut off her bangs. We did such lousy job, MB said that it was like a mower has run through her head, later she said we crucified her hair. Poor baby. Her hair does look aweful. But on the other hand, her forehead looks high and big, a sign of great intelligence! Still, poor Emma, she will have to endure at least a couple of bad hair months.

Saturday, June 12, 2004
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June 10, 2004

An ordinary day. Another day of play. Another day of doing and learning a bit of everything, walking, crawling, eating carrots, sitting in the chair protesting, banging a bit of piano, refusing to sleep, then sleeping ...

Today it rained. A whole day.

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An ordinary day. Another day of play. Another day of doing and learning a bit of everything, walking, crawling, eating carrots, sitting in the chair protesting, banging a bit of piano, refusing to sleep, then sleeping ...

Today it rained. A whole day.

Thursday, June 10, 2004
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June 09, 2004

MB stayted home and babysitted Emma today. She had a full day, at least by MB's account. They went to the thrift store, the baby park and the beach. She got a very very cute swimming suit. Wearing that to the beach, she caught the attention of all who saw her. She can walked a bit by the doll rod to reach for her numerous toys. At the store, she winked back at the sales lady.
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MB stayted home and babysitted Emma today. She had a full day, at least by MB's account. They went to the thrift store, the baby park and the beach. She got a very very cute swimming suit. Wearing that to the beach, she caught the attention of all who saw her. She can walked a bit by the doll rod to reach for her numerous toys. At the store, she winked back at the sales lady.

Wednesday, June 09, 2004
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June 07, 2004

Emma is Eight-month-old today.

Monday again. According to Leo, Emma's weekend syndrome is back again. After a weekend of everyone showering attention on her, after a weekend of my being with her, she always tends to be fussy on mondays. It took her at least a month to get used to my going to work. But now it is back again. Hopefully it is only temporary.

When I went home, she was extremely hyper, cute and seductive. She really can move quite a bit. If we hold her hand, she can bravely walk a few steps in a row. Lying on the playmat, after a few kicks, she can turn at all directions and inch forward a bit.

Voila, she is eight months old big girl now.
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Emma is Eight-month-old today.

Monday again. According to Leo, Emma's weekend syndrome is back again. After a weekend of everyone showering attention on her, after a weekend of my being with her, she always tends to be fussy on mondays. It took her at least a month to get used to my going to work. But now it is back again. Hopefully it is only temporary.

When I went home, she was extremely hyper, cute and seductive. She really can move quite a bit. If we hold her hand, she can bravely walk a few steps in a row. Lying on the playmat, after a few kicks, she can turn at all directions and inch forward a bit.

Voila, she is eight months old big girl now.

Monday, June 07, 2004
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June 06, 2004

A gorgeous sunny summer day. A bit of wasteful, to me. Yet to her no day ever is.

Out with Emma to the beach, then to the children's park half of a mile down the beach. Played on the sand, in the water, on the lawn, in the swing.

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A gorgeous sunny summer day. A bit of wasteful, to me. Yet to her no day ever is.

Out with Emma to the beach, then to the children's park half of a mile down the beach. Played on the sand, in the water, on the lawn, in the swing.

Sunday, June 06, 2004
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June 03, 2004

Out to the beach
Let sand rise upon my feet
Out to the lake
Let water flow through my fingers

Let the shine of the sun
of the moon
of the star
kiss me

Let me breathe the air
feel the wind

Let me chase snowflakes
catch raindrops

Let me smell the smell of flowers
taste the taste of grass

Let me Learn the spring
the summer
the fall
the winter

Let me creep, crawl, walk, run into the world
Let me cry, shout, babble, talk to the world
Maybe one day the world will make me weary
But now it is all new to me




Let me ..

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Out to the beach
Let sand rise upon my feet
Out to the lake
Let water flow through my fingers

Let the shine of the sun
of the moon
of the star
kiss me

Let me breathe the air
feel the wind

Let me chase snowflakes
catch raindrops

Let me smell the smell of flowers
taste the taste of grass

Let me Learn the spring
the summer
the fall
the winter

Let me creep, crawl, walk, run into the world
Let me cry, shout, babble, talk to the world
Maybe one day the world will make me weary
But now it is all new to me




Thursday, June 03, 2004
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I wanted to walk
so I tried and tried
I was not afraid
beacause Dad was right behind

The sun shone upon me
Dad kept photographing me
If I could talk I would say
"Dad, stop! Just walk with me!"

I took a little step
along the doll rod
then another and another one
before I fell on the ground

Dad was not sympathized
he just laughed and applauded
Then he helped me get up
If I could talk I would say
"Dad! So what? This is just my --"
"My first step!"

First step

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I wanted to walk
so I tried and tried
I was not afraid
beacause Dad was right behind

The sun shone upon me
Dad kept photographing me
If I could talk I would say
"Dad, stop! Just walk with me!"

I took a little step
along the doll rod
then another and another one
before I fell on the ground

Dad was not sympathized
he just laughed and applauded
Then he helped me get up
If I could talk I would say
"Dad! So what? This is just my --"
"My first step!"

Thursday, June 03, 2004
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June 02, 2004

First Time to the McDonalds
We took her to the McDonalds, so at the age of merely 7 months old, Emma started to learn the cultural junkie side of America. We had burgers, French fries, and coke, she grabbed ads paper and happily played with it.

Leo said she was fussy in the morning. Then around noon time, poophed "tons". Then all were happy.
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First Time to the McDonalds
We took her to the McDonalds, so at the age of merely 7 months old, Emma started to learn the cultural junkie side of America. We had burgers, French fries, and coke, she grabbed ads paper and happily played with it.

Leo said she was fussy in the morning. Then around noon time, poophed "tons". Then all were happy.

Wednesday, June 02, 2004
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June 01, 2004

Home with Emma today. Only she had no clue I am having a holiday. She is simply happy that everybody is around her and play with her. Summer time inches closer and closer, more and more little boys and girls are out playing. They would always "laugh" at Emma, proud that they are no longer babies. Never mind that, Emma just stared at them good-naturedly.
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Home with Emma today. Only she had no clue I am having a holiday. She is simply happy that everybody is around her and play with her. Summer time inches closer and closer, more and more little boys and girls are out playing. They would always "laugh" at Emma, proud that they are no longer babies. Never mind that, Emma just stared at them good-naturedly.

Tuesday, June 01, 2004
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