June 21, 2007

The first week has proven to be easy to me at work. No heavy loads. But it is a hell of week for Annya, I imagine. She refuses the bottle, she fights, only drinks milk when she reaches the point of starvation and desperation. Yesterday, she took only about 6 oz., too little. MB said often she frantically twisted her neck from side and side, flexing her arms, kicking, mouthing for milk, sucking, sucking in the air, only to find nothing but bottle, then she screamed ...

Poor, poor Annya. It makes me worry. Even though, in the evenings she constantly wants to be fed (which freaks me out, afraid that I run out of milk), She did not wake up much during the night.

Ah, the supply of frozen milk quickly builds up (hey, One oz of breast milk costs 3 dollars). I hope Annya learns sooner to enjoy the precious milk. If not, I have to donate the milk away)

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The first week has proven difficult for Emma too, since every morning I have to leave early so to work out a bit and get back home early in the afternoon. Emma wants me to wake her up and watch her to school, so she cries and cries in the morning. She woke up yesterday and this morning at 6:30, then she demanded, begged and cried for me to stay with her ...

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Yesterday, MB took Emma and Annya to downtown and we went to see the Carl Wirsum art exhibit, drawings, paintings, sculptures, puppets ... Some of the puppets are very funny and silly, we had good laughs. But we went to the Millennium Park, and of course, the incredibly whimsical, fun and kids-crowded crown fountain. Emma could not have enough of the water splashing ...

Too bad, no pictures

Back to work - new updates

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The first week has proven to be easy to me at work. No heavy loads. But it is a hell of week for Annya, I imagine. She refuses the bottle, she fights, only drinks milk when she reaches the point of starvation and desperation. Yesterday, she took only about 6 oz., too little. MB said often she frantically twisted her neck from side and side, flexing her arms, kicking, mouthing for milk, sucking, sucking in the air, only to find nothing but bottle, then she screamed ...

Poor, poor Annya. It makes me worry. Even though, in the evenings she constantly wants to be fed (which freaks me out, afraid that I run out of milk), She did not wake up much during the night.

Ah, the supply of frozen milk quickly builds up (hey, One oz of breast milk costs 3 dollars). I hope Annya learns sooner to enjoy the precious milk. If not, I have to donate the milk away)

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The first week has proven difficult for Emma too, since every morning I have to leave early so to work out a bit and get back home early in the afternoon. Emma wants me to wake her up and watch her to school, so she cries and cries in the morning. She woke up yesterday and this morning at 6:30, then she demanded, begged and cried for me to stay with her ...

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Yesterday, MB took Emma and Annya to downtown and we went to see the Carl Wirsum art exhibit, drawings, paintings, sculptures, puppets ... Some of the puppets are very funny and silly, we had good laughs. But we went to the Millennium Park, and of course, the incredibly whimsical, fun and kids-crowded crown fountain. Emma could not have enough of the water splashing ...

Too bad, no pictures

Thursday, June 21, 2007
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June 20, 2007

One thing I very much enjoy is to sit down with Emma and watch her write or draw pictures. It used to be one of our evening routines. Now with Annya coming to town, and with me going back to work, I do not get much time and chance to do that at all. We only managed to keep the nighttime reading routine, however, very often, it is interrupted or cut short because of Annya's cries. Emma never complains much, however, she keeps telling me: "Mommy, mommy, I miss you.", sometimes in tears. My heart aches.

Anyway, last Sunday, while Annya was sleeping, Emma and I sat down at her little table. We talked while she drew one picture after another.

I loved the pictures, however, what I loved most is how she gradually add various things to the pictures, how the pictures grow busier and busier, how she explains them, how her mind wanders around, how she depicts things in her everyday life in her pictures.



For example, in the above picture, she started to draw baby figure for mommy (her favorite subject), then she added shoes, and she decided to give an orange shirt. Then she changed her mind, she wanted me to have a ladybug shirt. Then black mops of hair. Then she remembered daddy cut my hair, so she added another baby on my head, indicating someone was cutting my hair. Now she moved on to add flowers, because she remembered on Mother's Day, daddy bought roses. So a lot of flowers, and with thorns ...



In this picture, she drew Annya sleeping in the bassinet. Again she put lots of flowers around. She also wrote down Annya's name

Drawing a picture

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One thing I very much enjoy is to sit down with Emma and watch her write or draw pictures. It used to be one of our evening routines. Now with Annya coming to town, and with me going back to work, I do not get much time and chance to do that at all. We only managed to keep the nighttime reading routine, however, very often, it is interrupted or cut short because of Annya's cries. Emma never complains much, however, she keeps telling me: "Mommy, mommy, I miss you.", sometimes in tears. My heart aches.

Anyway, last Sunday, while Annya was sleeping, Emma and I sat down at her little table. We talked while she drew one picture after another.

I loved the pictures, however, what I loved most is how she gradually add various things to the pictures, how the pictures grow busier and busier, how she explains them, how her mind wanders around, how she depicts things in her everyday life in her pictures.



For example, in the above picture, she started to draw baby figure for mommy (her favorite subject), then she added shoes, and she decided to give an orange shirt. Then she changed her mind, she wanted me to have a ladybug shirt. Then black mops of hair. Then she remembered daddy cut my hair, so she added another baby on my head, indicating someone was cutting my hair. Now she moved on to add flowers, because she remembered on Mother's Day, daddy bought roses. So a lot of flowers, and with thorns ...



In this picture, she drew Annya sleeping in the bassinet. Again she put lots of flowers around. She also wrote down Annya's name

Wednesday, June 20, 2007
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June 18, 2007

Uh-oh, have not blogged for at least two weeks. But for once I could not be blamed for laziness. Simply the baby dictated my schedule. Now she is a little grown, she started demanding my time. Still MS. sleepy head, she demanded even while she was sleeping. Hold me, rock me, walk me, go out, out, out. In her cries, she seemed to demand. So I hold her, rock her, and take her out when she cries her saddest cries.

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Back to work. After nearly 7 weeks' maternity leave, I am back to work today. Mary Beth takes care of Annya. In the beginning, Annya seemed to be inconsolable, refusing to drink milk from a bottle, at least not warm milk. Out of desperation, Mary Beth gave her milk directly out of the fridge, and it worked. So cold milk in hot weather is the way to go.

Back to work

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Uh-oh, have not blogged for at least two weeks. But for once I could not be blamed for laziness. Simply the baby dictated my schedule. Now she is a little grown, she started demanding my time. Still MS. sleepy head, she demanded even while she was sleeping. Hold me, rock me, walk me, go out, out, out. In her cries, she seemed to demand. So I hold her, rock her, and take her out when she cries her saddest cries.

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Back to work. After nearly 7 weeks' maternity leave, I am back to work today. Mary Beth takes care of Annya. In the beginning, Annya seemed to be inconsolable, refusing to drink milk from a bottle, at least not warm milk. Out of desperation, Mary Beth gave her milk directly out of the fridge, and it worked. So cold milk in hot weather is the way to go.

Monday, June 18, 2007
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June 05, 2007

These pictures are taken in a birthday party of a little girl Sonia. Sure enough, Annya slept through most of the party. It was boring anyway. Emma hovered around Annya all the time too, was only away for her share of cake, ice cream, a little kitty portion of food and a worthless junky sort of "Goodie bag". One thing I love the most is that she is so loving towards her little sister. And she is so proud of her little Annya.








Some notes:
1. Recently have posted many pictures and videos. Too many, I am afraid. Although videos and pictures are powerful and accessible to everyone, I am afraid it makes me lazy and "cheapens" the blog.
2. Now about writing. As much as I want to be insightful, funny and witty, all my writing is small talk. Oh, how cute, how lovely, how beautiful Emma and Annya are ( But they are). One day when Emma and Annya look back, they would be bored to tears by my account of them (for there is none).
3. Why birthday parties? I am anti-parties, anti-social, always a little skeptical, a little contemptuous of rituals of big, noisy, "why, everybody-is-supposed-to-do-it" parties, weddings or funerals or tiresome cake-laden birthday parties. But, have to admit, a lot of times I also feel the pull of parties, why? Everyone does it.

What else? More pictures

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These pictures are taken in a birthday party of a little girl Sonia. Sure enough, Annya slept through most of the party. It was boring anyway. Emma hovered around Annya all the time too, was only away for her share of cake, ice cream, a little kitty portion of food and a worthless junky sort of "Goodie bag". One thing I love the most is that she is so loving towards her little sister. And she is so proud of her little Annya.








Some notes:
1. Recently have posted many pictures and videos. Too many, I am afraid. Although videos and pictures are powerful and accessible to everyone, I am afraid it makes me lazy and "cheapens" the blog.
2. Now about writing. As much as I want to be insightful, funny and witty, all my writing is small talk. Oh, how cute, how lovely, how beautiful Emma and Annya are ( But they are). One day when Emma and Annya look back, they would be bored to tears by my account of them (for there is none).
3. Why birthday parties? I am anti-parties, anti-social, always a little skeptical, a little contemptuous of rituals of big, noisy, "why, everybody-is-supposed-to-do-it" parties, weddings or funerals or tiresome cake-laden birthday parties. But, have to admit, a lot of times I also feel the pull of parties, why? Everyone does it.

Tuesday, June 05, 2007
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June 03, 2007

By Chinese tradition, the first-month-birthday is a milestone. There is a special term for it and a slew of rituals to follow. Fortunately I am only vaguely aware of these and totally unbothered by them. But my mother-in-law is here, so we ate red eggs. Why? Not sure. But I am not object to hard-boiled eggs.

The really significant and happy news for the day is brought from the doctor's visit. Again, the doctor gave me and Annya thumbs up for her development. And here are the numbers:

Weight: 9 lbs 10 oz (was born 7 lbs 13 oz)
Height: 1'9'' (was born 1'7'')
HC (Head Cirumference): 14.61'' (37.1 cm). It grew about 3cm.

Great. And she looks great and fat.

The following are the first "reading" pictures.



Annya - one month old

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By Chinese tradition, the first-month-birthday is a milestone. There is a special term for it and a slew of rituals to follow. Fortunately I am only vaguely aware of these and totally unbothered by them. But my mother-in-law is here, so we ate red eggs. Why? Not sure. But I am not object to hard-boiled eggs.

The really significant and happy news for the day is brought from the doctor's visit. Again, the doctor gave me and Annya thumbs up for her development. And here are the numbers:

Weight: 9 lbs 10 oz (was born 7 lbs 13 oz)
Height: 1'9'' (was born 1'7'')
HC (Head Cirumference): 14.61'' (37.1 cm). It grew about 3cm.

Great. And she looks great and fat.

The following are the first "reading" pictures.



Sunday, June 03, 2007
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