November 29, 2007

Wow.

May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December. Well, almost December.

Wow, Annya is almost seven months old.

I feel enormously guilty. For so many months, I have barely written about her. Almost every single activity is about Emma, singing, dancing, playing, going around... Little Annya had no say whether to go along or not. Sometimes we drove so far and She screamed and kicked at the back seat, while Emma was all jolly, talking, talking and singing, totally insensitive. But most of the time, she was just so calm, content and always beautiful. I have cries of "unfair" for her many many times.

There was a cover story in the Time regarding the birth order of siblings and the conclusion was that older (especially the first-born) children have more advantages and are generally more accomplished (like the Clinton brothers), they have undivided care and affection of their parents ...

I am not convinced by the story. However, I do think Emma really had so much more. She gets more doses of me. Even so, she still vies for my attention. On the other hand, Annya gets a mostly wonderful sister, who is loud and loving and proud, who is very stimulating and playful.

No matter what, Annya has grown so very beautifully. She is the textbook version of how a healthy happy baby should grow.

She started to recognize people and be choosy when she was four months old (probably even earlier)

She could sit up when she was five months old

She could roll over front-to-back and back-to-front when she was six months old

She could laugh out loud, really loud when she was six months old

She had her first two teeth at the end of her six months

She started to ba-ba three days ago.

Wow, the night before, she ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba , ba -ba ...

That was the most beautiful sounds in the world

I was soaked in love all over about her

ba, ba, ba ... how Annya has grown

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Wow.

May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December. Well, almost December.

Wow, Annya is almost seven months old.

I feel enormously guilty. For so many months, I have barely written about her. Almost every single activity is about Emma, singing, dancing, playing, going around... Little Annya had no say whether to go along or not. Sometimes we drove so far and She screamed and kicked at the back seat, while Emma was all jolly, talking, talking and singing, totally insensitive. But most of the time, she was just so calm, content and always beautiful. I have cries of "unfair" for her many many times.

There was a cover story in the Time regarding the birth order of siblings and the conclusion was that older (especially the first-born) children have more advantages and are generally more accomplished (like the Clinton brothers), they have undivided care and affection of their parents ...

I am not convinced by the story. However, I do think Emma really had so much more. She gets more doses of me. Even so, she still vies for my attention. On the other hand, Annya gets a mostly wonderful sister, who is loud and loving and proud, who is very stimulating and playful.

No matter what, Annya has grown so very beautifully. She is the textbook version of how a healthy happy baby should grow.

She started to recognize people and be choosy when she was four months old (probably even earlier)

She could sit up when she was five months old

She could roll over front-to-back and back-to-front when she was six months old

She could laugh out loud, really loud when she was six months old

She had her first two teeth at the end of her six months

She started to ba-ba three days ago.

Wow, the night before, she ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba , ba -ba ...

That was the most beautiful sounds in the world

I was soaked in love all over about her

Thursday, November 29, 2007
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November 26, 2007

When I am too busy to blog. Emma's highly imaginative, fluid (and nonsensical) story fills in the blank.

Go Sing

Go Sing
And the lullaby song changes into another one with a magic wand. And then it changes to lots of, lots of songs. And then the Y starts to the X. And then the lollipop turns around and sings with a dress lullaby. And then the little gingerbread man smiles with a little happy face. And then the music notes go just singing and all the water comes out of the sink and all the bears just got it and put it in their home. Go sing.

Emma's story - A lullaby song

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When I am too busy to blog. Emma's highly imaginative, fluid (and nonsensical) story fills in the blank.

Go Sing

Go Sing
And the lullaby song changes into another one with a magic wand. And then it changes to lots of, lots of songs. And then the Y starts to the X. And then the lollipop turns around and sings with a dress lullaby. And then the little gingerbread man smiles with a little happy face. And then the music notes go just singing and all the water comes out of the sink and all the bears just got it and put it in their home. Go sing.

Monday, November 26, 2007
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November 22, 2007



I have been so very busy for quite some time now.

Emma plays with Annya

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I have been so very busy for quite some time now.

Thursday, November 22, 2007
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November 07, 2007

Twinkle Star Gymnastics

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Wednesday, November 07, 2007
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November 06, 2007

There was an ice cream in the flower. When the flower was gone, the pumpkin was waiting for all the pickles to come in the house. And then there was a mess in the bathtub. The pumpkin opened up his smile. How could there be such a big mess there? And then he went out in his garden to help his garden grow because his flowers say they wanted water. The flowers was talking jokes and then all the flowers were laughing at him. And then the box was leaving. He was coming in there and then he said: "What are you doing in the shed?" He was a silly one! And then the pumplin said: "come on back to the house, you're so silly." They opened up the present and they had a big surprise for the plants because it was one of the plants' birthdays.

There was an ice cream in the flower - A new story by Emma

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There was an ice cream in the flower. When the flower was gone, the pumpkin was waiting for all the pickles to come in the house. And then there was a mess in the bathtub. The pumpkin opened up his smile. How could there be such a big mess there? And then he went out in his garden to help his garden grow because his flowers say they wanted water. The flowers was talking jokes and then all the flowers were laughing at him. And then the box was leaving. He was coming in there and then he said: "What are you doing in the shed?" He was a silly one! And then the pumplin said: "come on back to the house, you're so silly." They opened up the present and they had a big surprise for the plants because it was one of the plants' birthdays.

Tuesday, November 06, 2007
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Swing Low, swing high

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Tuesday, November 06, 2007
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