July 26, 2005

It is hard to believe this plump, stern-faced woman who shakes her head constantly and changes her outfit rarely can really make a change in a chaotic family's life. If I were a kid, I would run away from her. While I was watching the program, I got so indignant that I wish perversely secretly the kids would simply protest, disobey and resist the nanny by all their might. No, the kids did not, the mother did. Then on the last day the mother cried and gave in. Then the household got to be run by the nanny. How could she simply drop in and dictate all the schedules and rules to the family? Ok, let there be chaos, let things fall behind schedule, let the 3-year-old pee on the street, the mother be a nightmare ... it was indeed bad enough, but what kind of magic is that a stranger nanny drop into the house out of blue (sure, hired a bunch of reality TV men ...), then in a week there is order in the house, 3-year-old now pees in the bathroom, dad now helps in the kitchen, babies sleep in their own bed ... it is as easy as put utensils in a drawer ... How is it possible in one week a stranger can turn a family into angels just by giving orders and speaking harshly.

This is against all logic, totally fake. Or the family simply played on to get a big fat check or the equvalent ...

Later I went to the nanny website and read some of the posts. I found everyone had only anger towards the mother while totally accepting the 911 magic ... true? I am appalled as much by the mother as by the nanny ...

Nanny 911

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It is hard to believe this plump, stern-faced woman who shakes her head constantly and changes her outfit rarely can really make a change in a chaotic family's life. If I were a kid, I would run away from her. While I was watching the program, I got so indignant that I wish perversely secretly the kids would simply protest, disobey and resist the nanny by all their might. No, the kids did not, the mother did. Then on the last day the mother cried and gave in. Then the household got to be run by the nanny. How could she simply drop in and dictate all the schedules and rules to the family? Ok, let there be chaos, let things fall behind schedule, let the 3-year-old pee on the street, the mother be a nightmare ... it was indeed bad enough, but what kind of magic is that a stranger nanny drop into the house out of blue (sure, hired a bunch of reality TV men ...), then in a week there is order in the house, 3-year-old now pees in the bathroom, dad now helps in the kitchen, babies sleep in their own bed ... it is as easy as put utensils in a drawer ... How is it possible in one week a stranger can turn a family into angels just by giving orders and speaking harshly.

This is against all logic, totally fake. Or the family simply played on to get a big fat check or the equvalent ...

Later I went to the nanny website and read some of the posts. I found everyone had only anger towards the mother while totally accepting the 911 magic ... true? I am appalled as much by the mother as by the nanny ...

Tuesday, July 26, 2005
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July 23, 2005

Phone calls home. The first thing my mom told me was: "Emma has made a lot of progress ..." She can say a lot of Chinese now. She can say complete chinese sentences with correctly used adverbs and adjectives. For example, she said " Emma just took a bath" and "Popo sang a song" and "How beautiful your hair is". The only thing is that she never use "I". Instead, she only refers herself "Emma", like "Emma just pooped. Oh, stinky ..."

A lot of progress has been made

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Phone calls home. The first thing my mom told me was: "Emma has made a lot of progress ..." She can say a lot of Chinese now. She can say complete chinese sentences with correctly used adverbs and adjectives. For example, she said " Emma just took a bath" and "Popo sang a song" and "How beautiful your hair is". The only thing is that she never use "I". Instead, she only refers herself "Emma", like "Emma just pooped. Oh, stinky ..."

Saturday, July 23, 2005
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A card for Emma

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July 20, 2005

Emma obvious has missed Harry Potter frenzy by a generation. But it is so hot, I wonder if she would catch it as a 7-volume classic? Will she devour it in a week when she grows up? JK Rowling now is richer than the queen. I am envious that she is still so young and attractive with sleek hair. Human beings are not created equal. How come she is endowed with such magination so wild and story telling talent so captivating?

Harry Potter

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Emma obvious has missed Harry Potter frenzy by a generation. But it is so hot, I wonder if she would catch it as a 7-volume classic? Will she devour it in a week when she grows up? JK Rowling now is richer than the queen. I am envious that she is still so young and attractive with sleek hair. Human beings are not created equal. How come she is endowed with such magination so wild and story telling talent so captivating?

Wednesday, July 20, 2005
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Oh Emma has been left for a month. In a month, she has become quite savvy navigating the home base of my family. Now she is in Yaan now, doing the same old thing, eating the most nutritious food "fish". (My sister tried to emphasized the goodness and expensiveness of the fish she bought. "It is over 60 yuan a pound. Everything is inflated in China after the 1:8 exchange rate is applied. Still it is very good organic fresh precious fish.)

Emma probably has gained some weight. But she is still shy, not quite easy at other babies' presence. My sister said she never fought. She cried when other babies took away her toys. Is it because of her age? Too young to interact with others? Or is it because of her inherited reticence, never aggressiveness from Leo and me? I tried very hard to break off free from my mold, I dread Emma would have to bear it in her life. ... At least Emma has perfect teeth and beautiful smile.
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Oh Emma has been left for a month. In a month, she has become quite savvy navigating the home base of my family. Now she is in Yaan now, doing the same old thing, eating the most nutritious food "fish". (My sister tried to emphasized the goodness and expensiveness of the fish she bought. "It is over 60 yuan a pound. Everything is inflated in China after the 1:8 exchange rate is applied. Still it is very good organic fresh precious fish.)

Emma probably has gained some weight. But she is still shy, not quite easy at other babies' presence. My sister said she never fought. She cried when other babies took away her toys. Is it because of her age? Too young to interact with others? Or is it because of her inherited reticence, never aggressiveness from Leo and me? I tried very hard to break off free from my mold, I dread Emma would have to bear it in her life. ... At least Emma has perfect teeth and beautiful smile.

Wednesday, July 20, 2005
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July 12, 2005

From "The New Yorker", from Dahl, the author of "Charlie and his Chocolate Factory."

It’s a funny thing about mothers and fathers. Even when their own child is the most disgusting little blister you could ever imagine, they still think he or she is wonderful.
Some parents go further. They become so blinded by adoration they manage to convince themselves their child has qualities of genius.
Well, there’s nothing very wrong with all this. It’s the way of the world. It’s only when the parents begin telling us about the brilliance of their own revolting offspring, that we start shouting, “Bring us a basin! We’re going to be sick!”
School teachers suffer a good deal from having to listen to this sort of twaddle from proud parents, but they usually get their own back when the time comes to write their end-of-term reports. If I were a teacher, I would cook up some real scorchers for the children of doting parents. “Your son Maximilian,” I would write, “is a total wash-out. I hope you have a family business you can push him into when he leaves school because he sure as heck won’t get a job anywhere else.” Or, if I were feeling lyrical that day, I might write, “It is a curious truth that grasshoppers have their hearing organs in the sides of their abdomen. Your daughter Vanessa, judging by what she’s learnt this term, has no hearing organs at all.”

About Doting Parents

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From "The New Yorker", from Dahl, the author of "Charlie and his Chocolate Factory."

It’s a funny thing about mothers and fathers. Even when their own child is the most disgusting little blister you could ever imagine, they still think he or she is wonderful.
Some parents go further. They become so blinded by adoration they manage to convince themselves their child has qualities of genius.
Well, there’s nothing very wrong with all this. It’s the way of the world. It’s only when the parents begin telling us about the brilliance of their own revolting offspring, that we start shouting, “Bring us a basin! We’re going to be sick!”
School teachers suffer a good deal from having to listen to this sort of twaddle from proud parents, but they usually get their own back when the time comes to write their end-of-term reports. If I were a teacher, I would cook up some real scorchers for the children of doting parents. “Your son Maximilian,” I would write, “is a total wash-out. I hope you have a family business you can push him into when he leaves school because he sure as heck won’t get a job anywhere else.” Or, if I were feeling lyrical that day, I might write, “It is a curious truth that grasshoppers have their hearing organs in the sides of their abdomen. Your daughter Vanessa, judging by what she’s learnt this term, has no hearing organs at all.”

Tuesday, July 12, 2005
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The millennium park was open to public in 2004. For days since its opening, I
had only the impression of a few giant pieces of
metal with aluminum sheen hanging high in the sky, it was like
a badly assembled pot. I still feel a bit of the same way when I look at it from afar
from aside. I heard a comment saying it was postmodern. Maybe. Another very postmodern
thing in the park is the two giant towers with giant slowly changing animated faces.
What are those faces? They are very real very normal sometimes even very ugly faces.
Mostly they have misterious half smiles. Their eyes slowly, slowly blink at you. I think
I saw them slowly sticking out their pink fleshy tongues. Wierd! Definitely postmordern!

But the Millennium park is a wonderful place.

Chicago Millennium Park

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The millennium park was open to public in 2004. For days since its opening, I
had only the impression of a few giant pieces of
metal with aluminum sheen hanging high in the sky, it was like
a badly assembled pot. I still feel a bit of the same way when I look at it from afar
from aside. I heard a comment saying it was postmodern. Maybe. Another very postmodern
thing in the park is the two giant towers with giant slowly changing animated faces.
What are those faces? They are very real very normal sometimes even very ugly faces.
Mostly they have misterious half smiles. Their eyes slowly, slowly blink at you. I think
I saw them slowly sticking out their pink fleshy tongues. Wierd! Definitely postmordern!

But the Millennium park is a wonderful place.

Tuesday, July 12, 2005
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We are not afraid. This is the title of new website, launched two
days ago, in response to the barbarous London Bombing. In two days,
it was inundated with posts, comments and visitors, for it invoked the
defiance and anger in many people.

I went to the website and saw many photos of happy strong sunny young
women and men, with the phrase "we are not afraid" in various languages
written across. I think this is great.

Going back to my lonely blog, visited by none but me, I decided to blog about
current events (cultural, political, social) from time to time. As self-centered and
well-protected-and-loved as Emma is now, blissfully ignorant of the happenings in
the world, if one day she read back this little journal I keep for her, not some
history books, she may have a little more thin grasp of the world in which she
grows up ...

We are not afraid

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We are not afraid. This is the title of new website, launched two
days ago, in response to the barbarous London Bombing. In two days,
it was inundated with posts, comments and visitors, for it invoked the
defiance and anger in many people.

I went to the website and saw many photos of happy strong sunny young
women and men, with the phrase "we are not afraid" in various languages
written across. I think this is great.

Going back to my lonely blog, visited by none but me, I decided to blog about
current events (cultural, political, social) from time to time. As self-centered and
well-protected-and-loved as Emma is now, blissfully ignorant of the happenings in
the world, if one day she read back this little journal I keep for her, not some
history books, she may have a little more thin grasp of the world in which she
grows up ...

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July 10, 2005

I am not used to pray. I am not used to believe in the power of prayer either. But I want to try, especially after I read the book of "Powerful prayers" by Larry King. So many people have said that their prayers had been answered. So I want to try. The following is my prayer for Emma :

"Dear God, please bless Emma so she grows up happy, healthy and wise. Please help me to find the best way to take the best care of her. Please bless Emma and me so that the bond between her and me are strong and steady. Thank you for giving me such a lovely daughter."

I prayed for Leo and myself too.

My prayer

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I am not used to pray. I am not used to believe in the power of prayer either. But I want to try, especially after I read the book of "Powerful prayers" by Larry King. So many people have said that their prayers had been answered. So I want to try. The following is my prayer for Emma :

"Dear God, please bless Emma so she grows up happy, healthy and wise. Please help me to find the best way to take the best care of her. Please bless Emma and me so that the bond between her and me are strong and steady. Thank you for giving me such a lovely daughter."

I prayed for Leo and myself too.

Sunday, July 10, 2005
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July 09, 2005

After running a lot of errands and waiting till 9:30 (so that I could be sure Emma was fully awake on a Saturday morning in China), Friday night I called Emma. I was expecting a long speech from her, instead she gave me three shorter speeches. Her voice was sweet and crisp, a quality that is special to babies. She spoke in a variety of tones, but I could not figure out at all what she was saying. It was like someone faking Chinese. It sounds fluent meaningful Chinese, but it was hard to guess its meaning. I asked my mom what she was saying, my mom laughed and confessed she did not understand. She probably was faking sichuang dialect.

Later I asked my mom, "has Emma had any new development in her language?" My mom said: "oh, yes, she can say some more new things. Like, when she tumbled down, she would say 'mei guanxi' (it is ok). But she does not always know how to use these words. " Yes, I know that, for some days, she would always say "how wasteful" whenever there was a spill.

Saturday night I called Emma again. The first time she was not home, out playing, swinging and sliding. The second time, she was busy eating, she protested and refused to get to the phone. So I could only imagine she ate her delicious fish and other many dishes. She is always a good eater

What did she say?

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After running a lot of errands and waiting till 9:30 (so that I could be sure Emma was fully awake on a Saturday morning in China), Friday night I called Emma. I was expecting a long speech from her, instead she gave me three shorter speeches. Her voice was sweet and crisp, a quality that is special to babies. She spoke in a variety of tones, but I could not figure out at all what she was saying. It was like someone faking Chinese. It sounds fluent meaningful Chinese, but it was hard to guess its meaning. I asked my mom what she was saying, my mom laughed and confessed she did not understand. She probably was faking sichuang dialect.

Later I asked my mom, "has Emma had any new development in her language?" My mom said: "oh, yes, she can say some more new things. Like, when she tumbled down, she would say 'mei guanxi' (it is ok). But she does not always know how to use these words. " Yes, I know that, for some days, she would always say "how wasteful" whenever there was a spill.

Saturday night I called Emma again. The first time she was not home, out playing, swinging and sliding. The second time, she was busy eating, she protested and refused to get to the phone. So I could only imagine she ate her delicious fish and other many dishes. She is always a good eater

Saturday, July 09, 2005
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July 04, 2005

Since Emma left, I have started reading various parenting books (a little hypercritical, I guess). I borrowed 3 books, "The magic tree of minds", "Outwitting toddlers" and "Raising a thinking teen" (a book for older kids, from 7 to 12. The right one should be "Raising a thinking child"). The first book "magic tree" has a fascinating title, but I was totally bored by its dry technical style. The second and third are interesting and practical, occasionally fun. The first book deals with the matters such as potty training, bottle weaning, sending toddlers to preschool, toddlers' sleeping problems and etc. The second one deals with children's social and emotional development. It is probably easier to prescribe these methods and hypothetical dialogues. For example, Emma never likes to wear shoes. Should a super-serious shoe-buying ceremony do the trick? Another challenge is that to get her to sleep alone. Will sleeping with her in her room first then gradually retrieving back to my room manage it? Maybe.

Anyways I learned some DOS and don'ts.

Don't threat, especially make empty threat. For example, if Emma cannot stop eating candies, I cannot say "Hey, emma, if you do not quit now, mommy will never buy you candies" (why not, I need to think of a better example)

Don't make false promises.

Don't award for daily routines. Like giving her candies to award her sitting in a car seat. It has to be something special.

Don't expect explaining/reasoning can be effective. No. It won't work if Emma does not want to sleep alone and I simply explain "because it is better, healthier to sleep alone"

DOS:

Do outwitting toddlers. A little pretending/good will lying is ok. Pretend coke is something poisonous if she has never had any. Using a little adult superiority is ok. Always be calm, dignified, even though you do not know anything. This is hard

Use "I can problem solve" method, always ask the right questions to help children think and find a sensible way to solve problem. This is hard.

Always do the right thing is hard.

Outwitting toddlers

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Since Emma left, I have started reading various parenting books (a little hypercritical, I guess). I borrowed 3 books, "The magic tree of minds", "Outwitting toddlers" and "Raising a thinking teen" (a book for older kids, from 7 to 12. The right one should be "Raising a thinking child"). The first book "magic tree" has a fascinating title, but I was totally bored by its dry technical style. The second and third are interesting and practical, occasionally fun. The first book deals with the matters such as potty training, bottle weaning, sending toddlers to preschool, toddlers' sleeping problems and etc. The second one deals with children's social and emotional development. It is probably easier to prescribe these methods and hypothetical dialogues. For example, Emma never likes to wear shoes. Should a super-serious shoe-buying ceremony do the trick? Another challenge is that to get her to sleep alone. Will sleeping with her in her room first then gradually retrieving back to my room manage it? Maybe.

Anyways I learned some DOS and don'ts.

Don't threat, especially make empty threat. For example, if Emma cannot stop eating candies, I cannot say "Hey, emma, if you do not quit now, mommy will never buy you candies" (why not, I need to think of a better example)

Don't make false promises.

Don't award for daily routines. Like giving her candies to award her sitting in a car seat. It has to be something special.

Don't expect explaining/reasoning can be effective. No. It won't work if Emma does not want to sleep alone and I simply explain "because it is better, healthier to sleep alone"

DOS:

Do outwitting toddlers. A little pretending/good will lying is ok. Pretend coke is something poisonous if she has never had any. Using a little adult superiority is ok. Always be calm, dignified, even though you do not know anything. This is hard

Use "I can problem solve" method, always ask the right questions to help children think and find a sensible way to solve problem. This is hard.

Always do the right thing is hard.

Monday, July 04, 2005
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July 03, 2005

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July 01, 2005

We have called home many times. Many times, we overheard mom and dad urge Emma to speak on the phone. But Emma just kept her silence for a good few minutes then handed over the phone to mom or dad.

This Friday (Saturday on the side of China), I called home again. As usual, Emma was promptly put on the phone with me again. Hey, without much delay, she started her monologue, a mixture of mumbling, singing songs, and reciting children's rhythms. She called me mommy a couple of times. As if not enough, she called my name "Xun" and nickname "3 mei". She sang "In this world only mommy is the best", she sang "three little mice", she chanted "little little rabbit, open your door for me, for I want to come in ...", then "little white piggy, little fatty piggy ..." She gave a long speech with a lot of emphasis and much of it I had no way to decipher ... She was loud. She shouted her songs through. But, Hey, Emma, here you go. We can talk now, or at least I can listen to you now on the phone.

Phone monologue

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We have called home many times. Many times, we overheard mom and dad urge Emma to speak on the phone. But Emma just kept her silence for a good few minutes then handed over the phone to mom or dad.

This Friday (Saturday on the side of China), I called home again. As usual, Emma was promptly put on the phone with me again. Hey, without much delay, she started her monologue, a mixture of mumbling, singing songs, and reciting children's rhythms. She called me mommy a couple of times. As if not enough, she called my name "Xun" and nickname "3 mei". She sang "In this world only mommy is the best", she sang "three little mice", she chanted "little little rabbit, open your door for me, for I want to come in ...", then "little white piggy, little fatty piggy ..." She gave a long speech with a lot of emphasis and much of it I had no way to decipher ... She was loud. She shouted her songs through. But, Hey, Emma, here you go. We can talk now, or at least I can listen to you now on the phone.

Friday, July 01, 2005
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