December 23, 2008

Children, especially little girls, in pink dresses, pretty bows, can screw up a performance anyway they would like to, still people would love them.

So on Friday, Emma and her preschool classmates, performed on stage. Elements of performance were really scarce, especially the Navitivity play, where they dressed up as angels, sheeps, Mary and Joseph, however, what they did were no more than standing there, giddily.

Then they sang songs, Jingle bell, in French, then over the house top, then something ...

A lot of kids were freely expressing themselves, body swinging, hands waving ... Emma was fine, however not as animated ...

We loved it


Christmas performance

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Children, especially little girls, in pink dresses, pretty bows, can screw up a performance anyway they would like to, still people would love them.

So on Friday, Emma and her preschool classmates, performed on stage. Elements of performance were really scarce, especially the Navitivity play, where they dressed up as angels, sheeps, Mary and Joseph, however, what they did were no more than standing there, giddily.

Then they sang songs, Jingle bell, in French, then over the house top, then something ...

A lot of kids were freely expressing themselves, body swinging, hands waving ... Emma was fine, however not as animated ...

We loved it


Tuesday, December 23, 2008
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December 19, 2008

Having moved to Lakeview for over 3 months now. Winter has quietly taken hold, with snow, snow and more snow.

I often fret about the house. So do my parents. It is old, feels cold. It is old, there are quite a few things that are not functional. It is dark and inefficient. It uses a lot of gas and electricity. It is big yet feels small. My parents often lament that it is not as good as my old one bedroom apartment.

However, stepping outside of the house, I love where I live. I love St. Luke academy, Emma's school three blocks away; I love my bike ride, five miles away from my work.

Over the three months at St. Luke, I think Emma has grown a lot. She developed a lot of literacy skills, she writes Journals, she reads well, she talks well with a rich vocubulary (Annya is very curious, she said. Would you sew this button, I appreciate that).

I like Loyola preschool too, I like their imaginative, creative, seasonal projects such as outerspace, ocean ... However I like St. Luke more. I think at St. Luke, they treat little kids as big kids, they let them do show-n-tell, they assign family project every month, they help kids read, they have annual performance that involve very little young kids ...

St. Luke also has French lessons, where Emma has learned so much and her teacher raved about how marvelous she was with language ...

I even like their 8-30 to 3:15 schedule, so when Emma gets home, she can play a lot with Annya. Also she gets Chinese lessons from my mom.

Yes, just for St. Luke's sake, I would move to where I am.

I like my everyday bike ride to work too, even in the snow, sleet, or a snow storm ...

Enh, Emma is going to perform on stage tonight. Will write about it.

St. Luke academy

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Having moved to Lakeview for over 3 months now. Winter has quietly taken hold, with snow, snow and more snow.

I often fret about the house. So do my parents. It is old, feels cold. It is old, there are quite a few things that are not functional. It is dark and inefficient. It uses a lot of gas and electricity. It is big yet feels small. My parents often lament that it is not as good as my old one bedroom apartment.

However, stepping outside of the house, I love where I live. I love St. Luke academy, Emma's school three blocks away; I love my bike ride, five miles away from my work.

Over the three months at St. Luke, I think Emma has grown a lot. She developed a lot of literacy skills, she writes Journals, she reads well, she talks well with a rich vocubulary (Annya is very curious, she said. Would you sew this button, I appreciate that).

I like Loyola preschool too, I like their imaginative, creative, seasonal projects such as outerspace, ocean ... However I like St. Luke more. I think at St. Luke, they treat little kids as big kids, they let them do show-n-tell, they assign family project every month, they help kids read, they have annual performance that involve very little young kids ...

St. Luke also has French lessons, where Emma has learned so much and her teacher raved about how marvelous she was with language ...

I even like their 8-30 to 3:15 schedule, so when Emma gets home, she can play a lot with Annya. Also she gets Chinese lessons from my mom.

Yes, just for St. Luke's sake, I would move to where I am.

I like my everyday bike ride to work too, even in the snow, sleet, or a snow storm ...

Enh, Emma is going to perform on stage tonight. Will write about it.

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December 10, 2008



A juice for two

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December 05, 2008

When you have two girls, you cannot help comparing, the looks, personalities, behavior patterns ...

That is just what I have been secretly doing.

Emma and Annya, my two girls.

Emma is soft, girlish girl. Annya, on the other hand, is a tomboyish girl.

Emma is slender, petite, very cute and pretty. She has narrow eyes. When she smiles/laughs, her eyes shut into single lines. And, boy, does she not love to laugh and giggle? She has delicate features.

Annya is stout and round. She has a bulging tummy. Everything about her is round. She has round dark eyes, round head. She loves to giggle and laugh too. She loves to wrinkle her nose and makes silly faces. However, in pictures, she tends to have a serious look, her eyes staring, mouth shut. Mom always says that with my camera, I never capture the real Annya, which is much more beautiful and cute. Emma is very photogenic.

Emma is soft, very forgiving and giving. She has always been willing to share her toys and food with people. She is a little unduly cautious. She is not physical. Rough tumbling is never her trade. In a new social setting, she is always on the fringe, watching, observing, then she blends in once she feels comfortable. Once she is in, she is able to make a lot of good friends. Actually, she has always been her teachers' darling.

Annya, on the other hand, is more assertive and aggresive, strong and unyielding. She is never afraid to start a fight, to grab a toy and run. Or if she cannot get it, she cries (this usually works, because then we would talk to Emma: you are a big sister, Annya is only a baby, blah ... blah). Annya is very physical, she does not have a sense of danger. She climbs everywhere, chairs, tables, the ladder of the bunk bed. As a result, she is prone to accidents. However as a tough baby, she does not cry much over such traumas.

It is a joy to watch Emma and Annya. Annya has found someone to copy. She copies everything Emma does. If Emma talks nonsenese, she talks nonsenses, like blah, blah; if Emma draws a picture, she has to doodle along; if Emma does a sommersault, she has to bend with her butt high in the air and rolls along ...

Both Emma and Annya are small. I hope they are not fated to be small. Hope one day they can shot up fast and tall. However, if not, they are still forever my favorite people in the whole world.

Emma and Annya

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When you have two girls, you cannot help comparing, the looks, personalities, behavior patterns ...

That is just what I have been secretly doing.

Emma and Annya, my two girls.

Emma is soft, girlish girl. Annya, on the other hand, is a tomboyish girl.

Emma is slender, petite, very cute and pretty. She has narrow eyes. When she smiles/laughs, her eyes shut into single lines. And, boy, does she not love to laugh and giggle? She has delicate features.

Annya is stout and round. She has a bulging tummy. Everything about her is round. She has round dark eyes, round head. She loves to giggle and laugh too. She loves to wrinkle her nose and makes silly faces. However, in pictures, she tends to have a serious look, her eyes staring, mouth shut. Mom always says that with my camera, I never capture the real Annya, which is much more beautiful and cute. Emma is very photogenic.

Emma is soft, very forgiving and giving. She has always been willing to share her toys and food with people. She is a little unduly cautious. She is not physical. Rough tumbling is never her trade. In a new social setting, she is always on the fringe, watching, observing, then she blends in once she feels comfortable. Once she is in, she is able to make a lot of good friends. Actually, she has always been her teachers' darling.

Annya, on the other hand, is more assertive and aggresive, strong and unyielding. She is never afraid to start a fight, to grab a toy and run. Or if she cannot get it, she cries (this usually works, because then we would talk to Emma: you are a big sister, Annya is only a baby, blah ... blah). Annya is very physical, she does not have a sense of danger. She climbs everywhere, chairs, tables, the ladder of the bunk bed. As a result, she is prone to accidents. However as a tough baby, she does not cry much over such traumas.

It is a joy to watch Emma and Annya. Annya has found someone to copy. She copies everything Emma does. If Emma talks nonsenese, she talks nonsenses, like blah, blah; if Emma draws a picture, she has to doodle along; if Emma does a sommersault, she has to bend with her butt high in the air and rolls along ...

Both Emma and Annya are small. I hope they are not fated to be small. Hope one day they can shot up fast and tall. However, if not, they are still forever my favorite people in the whole world.

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November 30, 2008






Thursday was Thanksgiving day. I invited friends over, however, not on Thursday but Friday, no turkey but a chicken skinned, sliced, pounded and made into different dishes.

Whenever there are friends come over, Emma is always excited. So we did shopping together, she sat a fat stuff-penguin outside the door and drew an invitation picture and had the penguin hold it; she kept asking me: when it is going to be dark? When are my friends coming?

When friends did come, we had a great party. The best smiles are those of Jamie and Emma's. As in the above pictures.

Annya was a happy little host, running around, playing, talking cute.

///

Saturday, Louis, Emma and I went to ice skate. First time for me, somehow I was able to use whatever little roller skating experience I had before and actually skated around. Emma, being the second time on the ice, had many many great falls. She laughed, complained, screamed, stood up, took my hand or Louis', went on skating again. By the time we left, she was getting pretty good. Nice
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Thursday was Thanksgiving day. I invited friends over, however, not on Thursday but Friday, no turkey but a chicken skinned, sliced, pounded and made into different dishes.

Whenever there are friends come over, Emma is always excited. So we did shopping together, she sat a fat stuff-penguin outside the door and drew an invitation picture and had the penguin hold it; she kept asking me: when it is going to be dark? When are my friends coming?

When friends did come, we had a great party. The best smiles are those of Jamie and Emma's. As in the above pictures.

Annya was a happy little host, running around, playing, talking cute.

///

Saturday, Louis, Emma and I went to ice skate. First time for me, somehow I was able to use whatever little roller skating experience I had before and actually skated around. Emma, being the second time on the ice, had many many great falls. She laughed, complained, screamed, stood up, took my hand or Louis', went on skating again. By the time we left, she was getting pretty good. Nice

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November 23, 2008



In Chicago, it snowed on and off a few times, however, so far it has failed to leave any traces. Not in Indiana, there was snow actually piling up, not so much to make people frown at its inconvenience, just enough to have little kids say "wow" and play. So there they were. By the house of Louis', Emma in her bright red jacket laughing and Annya is like a little bouncing ball happily running around. I think this year I really can make snow man with them.

Enh, Emma and Annya. Now I always think about them, say their names together, as it is meant to be, as if there had never been time apart, Emma and Annya has been there for me forever. Love them.

Emma and Annya have been getting along so good now. Of course, from time to time, Annya, being very young and obviously stronger and more demanding in personality, would cry and fight to get the things she wants; Emma, being Emma, is more forgiving, protective and sisterly (therefore she would administer if Annya should get a candy or not). But the two is a joy to watch. At Louis' house, Annya had a great time climbing upstairs/downstairs, while Emma busy guiding her.

While my mother is still the default choice of Annya when she is tired and hurt, Annya has become very very comfortable with me now and with Louis, sometimes she would opt for Louis instead of me. She calls me Mama, she asks me to hold her, she would look for me when I am gone, she greets me when I comes back. She has the most beautiful smiles. She is very receptive of languages. She sings. She dances.

The first snow (in Indiana)

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In Chicago, it snowed on and off a few times, however, so far it has failed to leave any traces. Not in Indiana, there was snow actually piling up, not so much to make people frown at its inconvenience, just enough to have little kids say "wow" and play. So there they were. By the house of Louis', Emma in her bright red jacket laughing and Annya is like a little bouncing ball happily running around. I think this year I really can make snow man with them.

Enh, Emma and Annya. Now I always think about them, say their names together, as it is meant to be, as if there had never been time apart, Emma and Annya has been there for me forever. Love them.

Emma and Annya have been getting along so good now. Of course, from time to time, Annya, being very young and obviously stronger and more demanding in personality, would cry and fight to get the things she wants; Emma, being Emma, is more forgiving, protective and sisterly (therefore she would administer if Annya should get a candy or not). But the two is a joy to watch. At Louis' house, Annya had a great time climbing upstairs/downstairs, while Emma busy guiding her.

While my mother is still the default choice of Annya when she is tired and hurt, Annya has become very very comfortable with me now and with Louis, sometimes she would opt for Louis instead of me. She calls me Mama, she asks me to hold her, she would look for me when I am gone, she greets me when I comes back. She has the most beautiful smiles. She is very receptive of languages. She sings. She dances.

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November 10, 2008


Annya is back, so are my parents. Now the two-bedroom is full of noises, baby cries, baby laughs, and stuff. My parents stuffed their stuff in every imaginable corner. Well, I am happy, however, occasionally overwhelmed by needs to move around, feed the old and young, and keep the house in livable order.

I did not succeed. Last night, Annya was running around, then she placed her hands on the burning radiator. Ouch, she burned her hands. She cried and cried, she wanted no one but my mom. I felt helpless, because I could not give her the comfort, and I had no idea how to baby-proof that damn radiator, or anything else in the house.

In my mind, I can still replay everything about Annya since she came back. Unlike Emma, who was cheerful and accepting from the very beginning, Annya was guarded however friendly. She liked Emma right away. The two girls started playing together right away.

When she got home, she was eager to play. She played her magnetic fishing game. So we played with her. Emma and I dragged out every toy in the house. She was happy.

Sleeping at night was not so easy. She woke up around midnight, in total darkness, she started to feel her way around. She touched my face, my body, she tossed and turned, then she opened her mouth and cried at the top of her lungs. My trying to hold her was repulsive. She fought to break free. So I had to give up.

The next two nights she was better. Last night she actually slept through. However, the first thing she wanted was not me, she only wanted "po-po" (grandma).

I love her. Isn't she smart? She talks so well. She is so beautiful and mostly cheerful.

Will write about her tomorrow.

Annya

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Annya is back, so are my parents. Now the two-bedroom is full of noises, baby cries, baby laughs, and stuff. My parents stuffed their stuff in every imaginable corner. Well, I am happy, however, occasionally overwhelmed by needs to move around, feed the old and young, and keep the house in livable order.

I did not succeed. Last night, Annya was running around, then she placed her hands on the burning radiator. Ouch, she burned her hands. She cried and cried, she wanted no one but my mom. I felt helpless, because I could not give her the comfort, and I had no idea how to baby-proof that damn radiator, or anything else in the house.

In my mind, I can still replay everything about Annya since she came back. Unlike Emma, who was cheerful and accepting from the very beginning, Annya was guarded however friendly. She liked Emma right away. The two girls started playing together right away.

When she got home, she was eager to play. She played her magnetic fishing game. So we played with her. Emma and I dragged out every toy in the house. She was happy.

Sleeping at night was not so easy. She woke up around midnight, in total darkness, she started to feel her way around. She touched my face, my body, she tossed and turned, then she opened her mouth and cried at the top of her lungs. My trying to hold her was repulsive. She fought to break free. So I had to give up.

The next two nights she was better. Last night she actually slept through. However, the first thing she wanted was not me, she only wanted "po-po" (grandma).

I love her. Isn't she smart? She talks so well. She is so beautiful and mostly cheerful.

Will write about her tomorrow.

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November 02, 2008

Sorry. Still no blogging today. My heart is swelled with the thought that Annya, my little Annya, is coming home.

Will return to blogging, at least weekly, after she is back.

Annya is coming home

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Sorry. Still no blogging today. My heart is swelled with the thought that Annya, my little Annya, is coming home.

Will return to blogging, at least weekly, after she is back.

Sunday, November 02, 2008
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October 13, 2008


Motivation for blogging runs low. Happily, we had a birthday party for Emma in a sunny afternoon, though I got only one picture though.

Birthday girl

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Motivation for blogging runs low. Happily, we had a birthday party for Emma in a sunny afternoon, though I got only one picture though.

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September 30, 2008

As if in a sudden, we do not have warm sunshine any more. What a waste, we cannot go out to the backyard to play any more.

With fall, Emma started her string of classes. Ceramics and gymnastics.

Very fun.

We got to squeeze, knead, smoothe hard lumps of clay. The first class was to make a pot. Other parents were helping their kids make really smooth, fancy pots with bird handle, or roses. To me, been there, done that is pretty much the whole purpose. So I let Emma have the full authority and authorship. She made a very raw and rough pot with a lump head meant to be a butterfly handle.

She was very satisfied. So was I.

Gymnastics.

We had been to very sophisticated and orthodox gym classes before. However, this one was so different and so fun and so childishly fun. They roll, jump, run, backwards, forwards ...

We loved it. Emma said: Mommy, I wish you were a kid, so you can be in my class.

Saturday was music day. Sunday was a big shopping day.

Guess what? I picked up my guitar again.

Saturday classes

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As if in a sudden, we do not have warm sunshine any more. What a waste, we cannot go out to the backyard to play any more.

With fall, Emma started her string of classes. Ceramics and gymnastics.

Very fun.

We got to squeeze, knead, smoothe hard lumps of clay. The first class was to make a pot. Other parents were helping their kids make really smooth, fancy pots with bird handle, or roses. To me, been there, done that is pretty much the whole purpose. So I let Emma have the full authority and authorship. She made a very raw and rough pot with a lump head meant to be a butterfly handle.

She was very satisfied. So was I.

Gymnastics.

We had been to very sophisticated and orthodox gym classes before. However, this one was so different and so fun and so childishly fun. They roll, jump, run, backwards, forwards ...

We loved it. Emma said: Mommy, I wish you were a kid, so you can be in my class.

Saturday was music day. Sunday was a big shopping day.

Guess what? I picked up my guitar again.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008
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September 22, 2008


ChEESECAKE festival. It sounds sweet and devilish. It is in fact sweet and devilish.

With Emma at the back of my back, I rode about one hour to the festival. I was prepared for that, felt adventurous and heroic.

However, I was not prepared for the boxes of free cheesecakes. Yellow creamy cheesecakes, chocolate fudge cheesecakes, walnut cheesecakes.

There is more. Samples after samples of the most delicious, gourmet dishes by executive chefs. Apple nachos, some kind of pasta, apple pancakes, some kind of pizza with the most tender cheese fillings ...

Within 10 minutes, I was so full yet still yearned for more cakes ...

Super greedy me.

Emma definitely has a different quality. She was almost indifferent, almost oblivious of the world of cakes and food. She frowned when I tried to get yet another piece of cheesecake. But she is a chocolate playful girl. She loved to stick her marshmellow ball into a flowing fountain of the most pure smooth chocolate (see the picture).



She loved to play. Merry-go-round, spinning apple, face painting, tattoos ... While it was free to make yourself fat stuffing cakes, it is hugely expensive playing. (Every kid playing activities cost a ton) :)

Eli's cheesecake festival: yummy and devilish

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ChEESECAKE festival. It sounds sweet and devilish. It is in fact sweet and devilish.

With Emma at the back of my back, I rode about one hour to the festival. I was prepared for that, felt adventurous and heroic.

However, I was not prepared for the boxes of free cheesecakes. Yellow creamy cheesecakes, chocolate fudge cheesecakes, walnut cheesecakes.

There is more. Samples after samples of the most delicious, gourmet dishes by executive chefs. Apple nachos, some kind of pasta, apple pancakes, some kind of pizza with the most tender cheese fillings ...

Within 10 minutes, I was so full yet still yearned for more cakes ...

Super greedy me.

Emma definitely has a different quality. She was almost indifferent, almost oblivious of the world of cakes and food. She frowned when I tried to get yet another piece of cheesecake. But she is a chocolate playful girl. She loved to stick her marshmellow ball into a flowing fountain of the most pure smooth chocolate (see the picture).



She loved to play. Merry-go-round, spinning apple, face painting, tattoos ... While it was free to make yourself fat stuffing cakes, it is hugely expensive playing. (Every kid playing activities cost a ton) :)

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September 12, 2008

The distance between 3238 N. Racine Ave to 17 N. State Street is about 5 miles. Every morning, I brave my way into a blend of cars, swear over that bus swooshing over and cut through my path, calculate the best route factoring in traffic, windingness and air pollution. Generally I make it to work in about 40 minutes, shirt cold with sweat, yet in a totally elated spirit.

After work, I bike back. Everyday. Through crowds and traffic, rain or shine.

...

Emma is completely at ease with St. Luke. So am I. Everyday her teacher Ms. Caunca emails parents with daily updates of what they do, songs, activities, books. Every monday I get a newsletter stuck in a red envelope. Things are organized and smooth.

It cannot be boring at home. Emma talks and sings and demands me to halt all things for her to produce surprises.

She speaks with more certainty and authority.

"Mom, you have to listen to me, then you can learn. OK?"

"Mommy, today we went to church?" (Yeah, St. Luke is a church school, yesterday they had a church service commemorating 9/11)

"Is the church beautiful?"

"Yes, there are many colored-windows. Very BEAUTIFUL".

"Mommy, do you know how to sing the RULES RAP?" She continued. "Like this: The rules, the rules , the rules of the classroom, don't fight, don't fight, or you will get into trouble. " She clapped her hands, swayed her body, voice swayed along.

...

She made up her rap: "the elephant that drink, the elephant with great big trunk ..."

Sound very good to me. Did the teacher teach you this?

"No, no, I made it up. " She rapped on.

...

My bike journey and St. Luke

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The distance between 3238 N. Racine Ave to 17 N. State Street is about 5 miles. Every morning, I brave my way into a blend of cars, swear over that bus swooshing over and cut through my path, calculate the best route factoring in traffic, windingness and air pollution. Generally I make it to work in about 40 minutes, shirt cold with sweat, yet in a totally elated spirit.

After work, I bike back. Everyday. Through crowds and traffic, rain or shine.

...

Emma is completely at ease with St. Luke. So am I. Everyday her teacher Ms. Caunca emails parents with daily updates of what they do, songs, activities, books. Every monday I get a newsletter stuck in a red envelope. Things are organized and smooth.

It cannot be boring at home. Emma talks and sings and demands me to halt all things for her to produce surprises.

She speaks with more certainty and authority.

"Mom, you have to listen to me, then you can learn. OK?"

"Mommy, today we went to church?" (Yeah, St. Luke is a church school, yesterday they had a church service commemorating 9/11)

"Is the church beautiful?"

"Yes, there are many colored-windows. Very BEAUTIFUL".

"Mommy, do you know how to sing the RULES RAP?" She continued. "Like this: The rules, the rules , the rules of the classroom, don't fight, don't fight, or you will get into trouble. " She clapped her hands, swayed her body, voice swayed along.

...

She made up her rap: "the elephant that drink, the elephant with great big trunk ..."

Sound very good to me. Did the teacher teach you this?

"No, no, I made it up. " She rapped on.

...

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September 09, 2008

One week after we moved to this sort of upper scale neighborhood, where resturants are plenty, yet grocery stores are scarce, I ran out of gas pulling through my plan of installing new mirrors, cleaning house, etc., etc., so instead, Emma and I watched a couple of movies. She had her Bob the builder, I had a movie called There will be blood. (It has been a long time since I watched a movie just for myself). I also skimmed through a book The Soloist.

It was a fine weekend. Staying in the lawn, reading the books was fine, catching the last few summer days, that was fine. Running upstairs, downstairs, to get the laundry done, little by little, was not so fine. Trying free food at the Whole Foods store and slowly yet loudly (Emma was wearing a squeaking pair of flop flops, every step she took made a funny squeak) made our way back home, was fine.

So that was the weekend. Settling down.

===

September now. The day that Annya's coming back is near? Still two months. Emma and I talked about Annya almost everyday, how we will play with her, how Annya would admire the pictures Emma draws, how she could drink from a sippy cup, how she could say mommy, Emma.

I call home every week. Sometimes Annya is asleep. If she is not, she would talk her talk, with me baring making any sense. She can run downstairs, she has no patience staying home, she sometimes throws tantrum, she talks nonstop, music is her favorite ...

Settling down ...

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One week after we moved to this sort of upper scale neighborhood, where resturants are plenty, yet grocery stores are scarce, I ran out of gas pulling through my plan of installing new mirrors, cleaning house, etc., etc., so instead, Emma and I watched a couple of movies. She had her Bob the builder, I had a movie called There will be blood. (It has been a long time since I watched a movie just for myself). I also skimmed through a book The Soloist.

It was a fine weekend. Staying in the lawn, reading the books was fine, catching the last few summer days, that was fine. Running upstairs, downstairs, to get the laundry done, little by little, was not so fine. Trying free food at the Whole Foods store and slowly yet loudly (Emma was wearing a squeaking pair of flop flops, every step she took made a funny squeak) made our way back home, was fine.

So that was the weekend. Settling down.

===

September now. The day that Annya's coming back is near? Still two months. Emma and I talked about Annya almost everyday, how we will play with her, how Annya would admire the pictures Emma draws, how she could drink from a sippy cup, how she could say mommy, Emma.

I call home every week. Sometimes Annya is asleep. If she is not, she would talk her talk, with me baring making any sense. She can run downstairs, she has no patience staying home, she sometimes throws tantrum, she talks nonstop, music is her favorite ...

Tuesday, September 09, 2008
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September 02, 2008

So we have moved. Everything big and small, heavy or light, junky or not, was crammed into boxes of all shapes and sizes. It took five trips to get everything done. That is how a house grows.

It is still growing. Moving to a new place, there is always something amiss. Nails, mirrors, who knows what.

Moving is not much fun. The first day, I left Emma with a friend, she had fun; the second day, she voltunteer to stay with us (Leo helped), claiming she liked to move things. So we put her in the car with things squeezed in every possible corner. She endured all this without much complaint. She actually helped moving little things, her little toy boxes, backpacks; the third, I unpacked, cleaned, and set things up. Emma was assigned some of the cleaning work, so she watched a few things. She was assigned to put on wall stickers, the kind of work she excels.

So we settled in. Now books on shelves, computer is up, kitchen functions. Yes!

New development:

Now I bike to work, to Emma's school, everywhere.

Today I took Emma to her school. The first day, a bright day. Teachers were out greeting kids, parents smiling taking pictures, students filed in. Emma was so surprised and immediately liked her school. She even got her own big locker.

We have moved

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So we have moved. Everything big and small, heavy or light, junky or not, was crammed into boxes of all shapes and sizes. It took five trips to get everything done. That is how a house grows.

It is still growing. Moving to a new place, there is always something amiss. Nails, mirrors, who knows what.

Moving is not much fun. The first day, I left Emma with a friend, she had fun; the second day, she voltunteer to stay with us (Leo helped), claiming she liked to move things. So we put her in the car with things squeezed in every possible corner. She endured all this without much complaint. She actually helped moving little things, her little toy boxes, backpacks; the third, I unpacked, cleaned, and set things up. Emma was assigned some of the cleaning work, so she watched a few things. She was assigned to put on wall stickers, the kind of work she excels.

So we settled in. Now books on shelves, computer is up, kitchen functions. Yes!

New development:

Now I bike to work, to Emma's school, everywhere.

Today I took Emma to her school. The first day, a bright day. Teachers were out greeting kids, parents smiling taking pictures, students filed in. Emma was so surprised and immediately liked her school. She even got her own big locker.

Tuesday, September 02, 2008
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August 25, 2008


Moving seems to be one indicator of instability. Narration of Tom Cruise's childhood always starts with his constant moving and changing schools with his single-mom.

I do not know. I am excited to move to a new place.

(And Tom Cruise becomes a great movie star.)

This weekend, I will uproot my little family and move. Emma will change school. Looks like my little home will always be within a short orbit of her school. Then maybe one day the center probably will be annya's school, or both of their schools, whereever they will be.

Emma took it for granted. She is always this calm and cheerful. She happily discussed the prospect of new school with me:

"Mommy, I will not be an explorer. Because we are going to move to Lincoln park. Oh, no, lakeview. Sally and Arron too. Then Mena will come back!"

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Quotes from Emma recently.

"Mommy, I adore, adore, adore ... you". She said this after she learned the word "adore".

"Mommy, grandma is your mother, grandpa is your father. Right?"
"Yes"
"Daddy is your husband. Right?"
"He used to be. Not any more"
"Then he is just a daddy."

"Mommy, if you make a wish, then a white horse will take it up to heaven"
"Really? What wish you want to make?"
"The white horse take grandma, grandpa and Annya back."
"Where is heaven?"
"I do not know. Maybe it is your imagination".

On the move

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Moving seems to be one indicator of instability. Narration of Tom Cruise's childhood always starts with his constant moving and changing schools with his single-mom.

I do not know. I am excited to move to a new place.

(And Tom Cruise becomes a great movie star.)

This weekend, I will uproot my little family and move. Emma will change school. Looks like my little home will always be within a short orbit of her school. Then maybe one day the center probably will be annya's school, or both of their schools, whereever they will be.

Emma took it for granted. She is always this calm and cheerful. She happily discussed the prospect of new school with me:

"Mommy, I will not be an explorer. Because we are going to move to Lincoln park. Oh, no, lakeview. Sally and Arron too. Then Mena will come back!"

==========

Quotes from Emma recently.

"Mommy, I adore, adore, adore ... you". She said this after she learned the word "adore".

"Mommy, grandma is your mother, grandpa is your father. Right?"
"Yes"
"Daddy is your husband. Right?"
"He used to be. Not any more"
"Then he is just a daddy."

"Mommy, if you make a wish, then a white horse will take it up to heaven"
"Really? What wish you want to make?"
"The white horse take grandma, grandpa and Annya back."
"Where is heaven?"
"I do not know. Maybe it is your imagination".

Monday, August 25, 2008
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August 16, 2008

Emma was lucky to get into Loyola preschool.

The first year, she learned English. After staying mute for about two months, she suddenly bursted out of her silence and into a stream of English sentences. That was marvellous. Everyone was awed.

She made a very good friend, the cute little girl Sally. They are now kind of drifting apart though.

She brought home everyday pages and pages of doodling, messy webs of interwined lines, color blobs, big trees traced from precut shapes and smeared with layers of colors.

She loved her teachers and was loved back. When Noveil left, she made her a card, saying: you are very fantastic. Yes, she learned all those fatastic words.

She developed westernized appetite. Her favorite food: Macroni Cheese, pizza, salad especially baby carrots.

The second year, she graduated from an adventurer to an invistigator. The invistigator class surely have invistigated a good deal of things: family, different cultures, outerspace, the sea, movement and forces, seeds and plants.

The outer space project really blasted off. So Emma was full of outspace questions and declarations, which was somewhat embarrasing to me, because my knowledge of outerspace is pretty much at her level minus the unbridled imagination plus cliches. Thank goodness we have internet! So I pulled internet pictures for her.

Projects about seeds and plants are interesting. She was excited about her growing bean. In repsonse, we grew tomatos and flowers at home.

Her drawing skills have bloomed and become truely delightful. I am wholeheartedly marvelled at the colors, designs, and very imaginative yet semi-realistic representations. And they are getting better and better.

They hired a music teacher in school. Emma has learned a lot of great songs. She chanted them sometimes at home. So I learned some too.

This year she made another great friend at school: Philomena. Her teacher Dawn said: they were like two old women who have nothing to do everyday but chat, chat and chat.

She does not nap much anymore.

She grew taller, but still short standing with her same-age pals.

Happy Times at Loyola

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Emma was lucky to get into Loyola preschool.

The first year, she learned English. After staying mute for about two months, she suddenly bursted out of her silence and into a stream of English sentences. That was marvellous. Everyone was awed.

She made a very good friend, the cute little girl Sally. They are now kind of drifting apart though.

She brought home everyday pages and pages of doodling, messy webs of interwined lines, color blobs, big trees traced from precut shapes and smeared with layers of colors.

She loved her teachers and was loved back. When Noveil left, she made her a card, saying: you are very fantastic. Yes, she learned all those fatastic words.

She developed westernized appetite. Her favorite food: Macroni Cheese, pizza, salad especially baby carrots.

The second year, she graduated from an adventurer to an invistigator. The invistigator class surely have invistigated a good deal of things: family, different cultures, outerspace, the sea, movement and forces, seeds and plants.

The outer space project really blasted off. So Emma was full of outspace questions and declarations, which was somewhat embarrasing to me, because my knowledge of outerspace is pretty much at her level minus the unbridled imagination plus cliches. Thank goodness we have internet! So I pulled internet pictures for her.

Projects about seeds and plants are interesting. She was excited about her growing bean. In repsonse, we grew tomatos and flowers at home.

Her drawing skills have bloomed and become truely delightful. I am wholeheartedly marvelled at the colors, designs, and very imaginative yet semi-realistic representations. And they are getting better and better.

They hired a music teacher in school. Emma has learned a lot of great songs. She chanted them sometimes at home. So I learned some too.

This year she made another great friend at school: Philomena. Her teacher Dawn said: they were like two old women who have nothing to do everyday but chat, chat and chat.

She does not nap much anymore.

She grew taller, but still short standing with her same-age pals.

Saturday, August 16, 2008
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August 12, 2008

Last week I found my bike was stolen and the cable lock was cut and left by the pole where the bike was. I felt terrible. Not Emma. She was still the same cheerful Emma.

Why are you not sad? I asked her.
Why?
Because I lost my bike, we do not have a bike to use any more.
Well, mommy, someone wants to use a bike, so he took it. It is ok.
No, it is not ok. It is not ok to steal. Bad guys steal things.
Oh, that guy is a bad guy?
Yes, he stole my bike.
What do bad guys look like?
I do not know. They look like anybody.
Where do bad guys live?
I do not know. They could live in good houses or bad houses.
...
If I read books, I am not a bad guy. Right? Emma asked
No, bad guys are people who steal, or hurt people. I said
Or if they took flowers from the garden.
...

Where do bad guys live?

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Last week I found my bike was stolen and the cable lock was cut and left by the pole where the bike was. I felt terrible. Not Emma. She was still the same cheerful Emma.

Why are you not sad? I asked her.
Why?
Because I lost my bike, we do not have a bike to use any more.
Well, mommy, someone wants to use a bike, so he took it. It is ok.
No, it is not ok. It is not ok to steal. Bad guys steal things.
Oh, that guy is a bad guy?
Yes, he stole my bike.
What do bad guys look like?
I do not know. They look like anybody.
Where do bad guys live?
I do not know. They could live in good houses or bad houses.
...
If I read books, I am not a bad guy. Right? Emma asked
No, bad guys are people who steal, or hurt people. I said
Or if they took flowers from the garden.
...

Tuesday, August 12, 2008
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August 02, 2008

Here are some things emma said that made me laugh:

The Morse store is so kind, they let us buy everything we want and let us pay money.

I am too sleepy to sleep. After I laughed, she got more ideas, she added: I am too silly to silly, too tired to be tired ...

She also said: Mommy, when you are doing computer work, washing dishes, cooking dinner, I will write everything in my books.

We make bread (cake with very little sugar) together, she said: wow, mommy, this is yummy, fruity and milky.

Here is her cake/bread song:

Do you know I have
a little little cake
that I bake
After we have lunch
We'll have some cake
that I bake
So much fun to eat.

=====
Ah-be-di-da, Ah-be-di-ba,
We can make a cake together
See what we make
See what we do
There is so many things to do
Put in the powder
Cheese and sugar
Strawberry, Carrot and orange
At last, let's eat.

Childlish (Great and fun) talks and songs

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Here are some things emma said that made me laugh:

The Morse store is so kind, they let us buy everything we want and let us pay money.

I am too sleepy to sleep. After I laughed, she got more ideas, she added: I am too silly to silly, too tired to be tired ...

She also said: Mommy, when you are doing computer work, washing dishes, cooking dinner, I will write everything in my books.

We make bread (cake with very little sugar) together, she said: wow, mommy, this is yummy, fruity and milky.

Here is her cake/bread song:

Do you know I have
a little little cake
that I bake
After we have lunch
We'll have some cake
that I bake
So much fun to eat.

=====
Ah-be-di-da, Ah-be-di-ba,
We can make a cake together
See what we make
See what we do
There is so many things to do
Put in the powder
Cheese and sugar
Strawberry, Carrot and orange
At last, let's eat.

Saturday, August 02, 2008
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July 22, 2008

Is reading a developmental milestone?

It should be. Only nothing is that clearcut, have a watershed moment of before and after.

Before, Emma could recognize a few words here and there. After? Recently, maybe started from a couple of months ago, she could read books of simple sentences.

(My friend's son could read a book like that when he was barely three. Comparison is forbidden.)

So I borrowed a lot of books for her to read, those books like Green Light Readers, Ready to read books, My first I can read books ...

Now the task of book reading is shifted from me to her. She the reader, I, the listener. She, the teacher, I, the kid.

Hooray!

Turn around, you can read

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Is reading a developmental milestone?

It should be. Only nothing is that clearcut, have a watershed moment of before and after.

Before, Emma could recognize a few words here and there. After? Recently, maybe started from a couple of months ago, she could read books of simple sentences.

(My friend's son could read a book like that when he was barely three. Comparison is forbidden.)

So I borrowed a lot of books for her to read, those books like Green Light Readers, Ready to read books, My first I can read books ...

Now the task of book reading is shifted from me to her. She the reader, I, the listener. She, the teacher, I, the kid.

Hooray!

Tuesday, July 22, 2008
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Turn around, she is one
turn around, she can talk
turn around, she can walk

How are you doing?
My baby, my own

That is how I think of Annya, who now is in China. And of Emma, when she was in China.

Annya will be back around the end of Ocotober. My sister still deligently sends me videos after videos. In those, I saw her crawling, babbling, now walking. Not yet a good walker, still feared of falling down, Annya dragged her legs while walking, as if an old man whose legs are hurting.

The same as Emma, she seems deft with her language. In the videos, my sister asked (all in Chinese, Sichuan dialect):

"who is a good girl?"
"Me"

How does a dog bark?
woof, woof

How does a duck quack?
quack, quack

How does a bufferfly fly?
She flapped her arms.

Call me big aunt.
Big aunt

...

Turn around
Where are you going
My little one, little one
Where are you going
My baby, my own

Turn around and you’re two
Turn around and you’re four
Turn around and you’re a young girl
Going out of the door

Turn around, turn around
Turn around and you’re a young girl
Going out of the door

Where are you going
My little one, little one
Little pigtails and petticoats
Where have they gone

Turn around and you’re tiny
Turn around and you’re grown
Turn around and you’re a young wife
With babes of your own

Turn around, turn around
Turn around and you’re a young wife
With babes of your own

Where have they gone
My little ones, little ones
Where have they gone
My babies, my own

Turn around and they’re young
Turn around and they’re old
Turn around and they’re gone
And we’ve no one to hold

Turn around, turn around
Turn around and they’re gone
And we’ve no one to hold

Where are you going
My baby, my own

Turn around, she is one

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Turn around, she is one
turn around, she can talk
turn around, she can walk

How are you doing?
My baby, my own

That is how I think of Annya, who now is in China. And of Emma, when she was in China.

Annya will be back around the end of Ocotober. My sister still deligently sends me videos after videos. In those, I saw her crawling, babbling, now walking. Not yet a good walker, still feared of falling down, Annya dragged her legs while walking, as if an old man whose legs are hurting.

The same as Emma, she seems deft with her language. In the videos, my sister asked (all in Chinese, Sichuan dialect):

"who is a good girl?"
"Me"

How does a dog bark?
woof, woof

How does a duck quack?
quack, quack

How does a bufferfly fly?
She flapped her arms.

Call me big aunt.
Big aunt

...

Turn around
Where are you going
My little one, little one
Where are you going
My baby, my own

Turn around and you’re two
Turn around and you’re four
Turn around and you’re a young girl
Going out of the door

Turn around, turn around
Turn around and you’re a young girl
Going out of the door

Where are you going
My little one, little one
Little pigtails and petticoats
Where have they gone

Turn around and you’re tiny
Turn around and you’re grown
Turn around and you’re a young wife
With babes of your own

Turn around, turn around
Turn around and you’re a young wife
With babes of your own

Where have they gone
My little ones, little ones
Where have they gone
My babies, my own

Turn around and they’re young
Turn around and they’re old
Turn around and they’re gone
And we’ve no one to hold

Turn around, turn around
Turn around and they’re gone
And we’ve no one to hold

Where are you going
My baby, my own

Tuesday, July 22, 2008
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July 10, 2008



One video is worth 1000 pictures

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July 09, 2008



July 4th was a really nice day. Nervous about a long drive, I got up at 5 and dragged Emma up at 7. We set off to Rockford, a small city at the northwest of Illinois. We drove about 2 hours, all the way Emma was in high spirit, looking around and commenting (like the way I used to, I was always amazed by the expanse of views, before I had to drive myself).

Great, we arrived safely. We stayed in a friend's house, had rasperries, bread rolls. Then we headed to the water park.

We had fun, a lots of fun. Even though I got mad from time to time, because I had to take care of three children (my friend took this great opportunity to leave to me both of her kids, one eight, one four), because I could not split myself into three, because the little boy was scared as hell and wanted to do next to nothing, and because we had to give up many of the more thrilling rides.

Even so, it was a lot of fun. Emma did a few safer water slide, sliding along a long long track. We climbed and swam, we screamed when the huge water bucket tipped over and water poured over us, we did tube slide, most of all, we floated on a double inner tubes along a lagoon again and again.

Almost immediately after we were out, Emma said she wanted to go again. Me, too.

On Saturday, we went to Anderson Japanese Garden. A fun tour, since we got to feed fishes. The three children used up four bags of fish food, then they threw little rocks at the fish. Ha, ha.

Sunday, monday, tuesday, and wednesday are homedays for Emma. Emma drew a lot of wonderful pictures, she drew how we played in the water park.

Tuesday we went to see Wall-E (the reviews really impressed me). A si-fi animation movie. Not very fun. We dedicided not to see movies anymore, not any time soon.

What we did on this long weekend?

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July 4th was a really nice day. Nervous about a long drive, I got up at 5 and dragged Emma up at 7. We set off to Rockford, a small city at the northwest of Illinois. We drove about 2 hours, all the way Emma was in high spirit, looking around and commenting (like the way I used to, I was always amazed by the expanse of views, before I had to drive myself).

Great, we arrived safely. We stayed in a friend's house, had rasperries, bread rolls. Then we headed to the water park.

We had fun, a lots of fun. Even though I got mad from time to time, because I had to take care of three children (my friend took this great opportunity to leave to me both of her kids, one eight, one four), because I could not split myself into three, because the little boy was scared as hell and wanted to do next to nothing, and because we had to give up many of the more thrilling rides.

Even so, it was a lot of fun. Emma did a few safer water slide, sliding along a long long track. We climbed and swam, we screamed when the huge water bucket tipped over and water poured over us, we did tube slide, most of all, we floated on a double inner tubes along a lagoon again and again.

Almost immediately after we were out, Emma said she wanted to go again. Me, too.

On Saturday, we went to Anderson Japanese Garden. A fun tour, since we got to feed fishes. The three children used up four bags of fish food, then they threw little rocks at the fish. Ha, ha.

Sunday, monday, tuesday, and wednesday are homedays for Emma. Emma drew a lot of wonderful pictures, she drew how we played in the water park.

Tuesday we went to see Wall-E (the reviews really impressed me). A si-fi animation movie. Not very fun. We dedicided not to see movies anymore, not any time soon.

Wednesday, July 09, 2008
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July 01, 2008


I would not mind having a shaved head if it can be this cute. When Annya grows up a little, she would love and laugh at her perfectly round head.


Other than bugs, dogs must be the second most populated animals and Annya is a big fan of them. She loves looking at them. On the phone, she says "woof, woof". Little children are always interested in animals. Annya also quacks like a duck. How fun.


Annya grows and grows. Her language grows and grows. She say I am one year old. Children of one year old are tiresome little ones. She walks (a lot of time she would want to hold one hand of my sister or my mom), she climbs up and down, chairs, stairs ..., she pushes little cart in a store ...


My dad is still at the hospital for a small prostate surgery. A small, supposedly quick one, however, the doctors just kept him there forever. It is at times like this, you would want to be in a better hospital in a big city. My sisters, in-laws have to run around, take days and days off to take care of my parents. It is at times like this, I feel guilty and inadequate and terrible that instead of taking care of my parents, they still have to do so much to take care of me and my kids.

Little Annya

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I would not mind having a shaved head if it can be this cute. When Annya grows up a little, she would love and laugh at her perfectly round head.


Other than bugs, dogs must be the second most populated animals and Annya is a big fan of them. She loves looking at them. On the phone, she says "woof, woof". Little children are always interested in animals. Annya also quacks like a duck. How fun.


Annya grows and grows. Her language grows and grows. She say I am one year old. Children of one year old are tiresome little ones. She walks (a lot of time she would want to hold one hand of my sister or my mom), she climbs up and down, chairs, stairs ..., she pushes little cart in a store ...


My dad is still at the hospital for a small prostate surgery. A small, supposedly quick one, however, the doctors just kept him there forever. It is at times like this, you would want to be in a better hospital in a big city. My sisters, in-laws have to run around, take days and days off to take care of my parents. It is at times like this, I feel guilty and inadequate and terrible that instead of taking care of my parents, they still have to do so much to take care of me and my kids.

Tuesday, July 01, 2008
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June 19, 2008

Now Emma's class is doing ocean theme. She starts to talk about ocean too.

A mini story: the ocean is deep

There was a family of fishes. And they lived in a castle, a fish castle. And they were safe. One day they went out to swim and some fish in the deep ocean got so happy because they were in the ocean and they had more friends to come. And they all had a tea party.

We are learning about the ocean.

We are learning about the ocean. Our housekeeping became beach. We have inner tubes. We pretend our toys are sea animals. We take off our shoes and sit bare-feet on the sea shore. We get sea shells and we fish.

A butterfly story:

There was a butterfly. The butterfly lived in the sea. Every butterfly stared at her because she lived in the sea. Even the birds started at her because she was living in the sea. Even there was little kids going to school and they were staring at the butterfly too. Even teenagers stared at her too. Even when it was night time everybody stared at the butterfly when it went home. Every fish stared at him too: why does she live in the sea?

The Ocean is deep

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Now Emma's class is doing ocean theme. She starts to talk about ocean too.

A mini story: the ocean is deep

There was a family of fishes. And they lived in a castle, a fish castle. And they were safe. One day they went out to swim and some fish in the deep ocean got so happy because they were in the ocean and they had more friends to come. And they all had a tea party.

We are learning about the ocean.

We are learning about the ocean. Our housekeeping became beach. We have inner tubes. We pretend our toys are sea animals. We take off our shoes and sit bare-feet on the sea shore. We get sea shells and we fish.

A butterfly story:

There was a butterfly. The butterfly lived in the sea. Every butterfly stared at her because she lived in the sea. Even the birds started at her because she was living in the sea. Even there was little kids going to school and they were staring at the butterfly too. Even teenagers stared at her too. Even when it was night time everybody stared at the butterfly when it went home. Every fish stared at him too: why does she live in the sea?

Thursday, June 19, 2008
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Hello everyone! We hope everyone is doing well these days. As most of you know, this is the time of year that children transition into the next classroom. We have welcomed Simon from the Adv. room and have briefly said good-bye to Brody, who has moved to the Exp. room. Over the next couple of months, the other children will also be moving over. We will let you know as soon as we have a date of exac-iy when that will be happening. The transition is usually a very smooth one; they are all very independent and capable and ready to move on. And we usually don't mention it until a week or two before the actual move, that way it alleviates any potential anxiety and they are not waiting as long as they would if they knew way in advance. (For them, time is a very abstract concept). Please let us know if you have any questions or concerns!

We wrapped up our "Physics and Chemistry" unit a couple weeks ago and are very pleased to see that it was a huge success. The children got so into making ramps and their marble mazes; it was great to see their minds at work. Throughout the day, we would hear their questions and predictions about how to make ramps or to make the marbles and balls move. They really worked on their critical thinking skills. And they also enjoyed changing the property of things, such as mixing colors, painting with different mixtures and textures, and mixing water with different materials. They became quite the scientists this past month!

As a group, we have also come up with a set of Classroom Rules to follow in the classroom. This has been great because it gives the children a sense of ownership of the room. They all had great ideas about things to put down. All of the children contributed to it. We have it posted in the classroom, so come and take a look.

INVESTIGATORS' NEWSLETTER - June 2008

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Hello everyone! We hope everyone is doing well these days. As most of you know, this is the time of year that children transition into the next classroom. We have welcomed Simon from the Adv. room and have briefly said good-bye to Brody, who has moved to the Exp. room. Over the next couple of months, the other children will also be moving over. We will let you know as soon as we have a date of exac-iy when that will be happening. The transition is usually a very smooth one; they are all very independent and capable and ready to move on. And we usually don't mention it until a week or two before the actual move, that way it alleviates any potential anxiety and they are not waiting as long as they would if they knew way in advance. (For them, time is a very abstract concept). Please let us know if you have any questions or concerns!

We wrapped up our "Physics and Chemistry" unit a couple weeks ago and are very pleased to see that it was a huge success. The children got so into making ramps and their marble mazes; it was great to see their minds at work. Throughout the day, we would hear their questions and predictions about how to make ramps or to make the marbles and balls move. They really worked on their critical thinking skills. And they also enjoyed changing the property of things, such as mixing colors, painting with different mixtures and textures, and mixing water with different materials. They became quite the scientists this past month!

As a group, we have also come up with a set of Classroom Rules to follow in the classroom. This has been great because it gives the children a sense of ownership of the room. They all had great ideas about things to put down. All of the children contributed to it. We have it posted in the classroom, so come and take a look.

Thursday, June 19, 2008
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June 10, 2008

Mornings in spring and summer fill the room with bright light. They generally fill me with delight. When I get up, Emma is always still in her little dreams. The blanket on one side of the bed, she on the other, curled up. I love looking at her, her tender, sweet innocence and beauty.

Then I filled the room with loud radio, then she wakes up. If she do not see me, she would shout: M-O-M-M-Y! Or she will run out to find me, still in her diaper.

That starts a new day. In the morning we are generally happy, though sometimes I lose my temper because it takes way too long for her to get herself dressed. We grab some food, we go out to school and work. Most of the time I carry her on my shoulder, she spread her bread crumbs on my hair.

...

Notable events:

After a gymnastics show, Emma completed her gymnastics "training".

Half of our flowers have died. Do not know why. Emma put in the flower pot some of the seeds she picked up on the sidewalk. Wow, they thrive like weeds. We do not know what to do with them. Our tomatos seem to be doing well.

Last Saturday, we went to see Kung Fu Panda. We liked it. Emma is a Chinese girl.

She still have no clue the difference between china and sichuan, she could not understand why Jamie was a Chinese girl, but not a SiChuanese girl.

I bought a yogurt maker. Now we can make delicious yourt.

Evenings and nights are still short and short, I do not know where we lose our time, but our reading time are significantly less. It is just somehow when we finally start reading, it is already so late.

We are so looking forward to grandparents and Emma to come to be with us.

In the morning

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Mornings in spring and summer fill the room with bright light. They generally fill me with delight. When I get up, Emma is always still in her little dreams. The blanket on one side of the bed, she on the other, curled up. I love looking at her, her tender, sweet innocence and beauty.

Then I filled the room with loud radio, then she wakes up. If she do not see me, she would shout: M-O-M-M-Y! Or she will run out to find me, still in her diaper.

That starts a new day. In the morning we are generally happy, though sometimes I lose my temper because it takes way too long for her to get herself dressed. We grab some food, we go out to school and work. Most of the time I carry her on my shoulder, she spread her bread crumbs on my hair.

...

Notable events:

After a gymnastics show, Emma completed her gymnastics "training".

Half of our flowers have died. Do not know why. Emma put in the flower pot some of the seeds she picked up on the sidewalk. Wow, they thrive like weeds. We do not know what to do with them. Our tomatos seem to be doing well.

Last Saturday, we went to see Kung Fu Panda. We liked it. Emma is a Chinese girl.

She still have no clue the difference between china and sichuan, she could not understand why Jamie was a Chinese girl, but not a SiChuanese girl.

I bought a yogurt maker. Now we can make delicious yourt.

Evenings and nights are still short and short, I do not know where we lose our time, but our reading time are significantly less. It is just somehow when we finally start reading, it is already so late.

We are so looking forward to grandparents and Emma to come to be with us.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008
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June 05, 2008

By now, Annya is able to say quite a few words. The favorite one is Annya. She says Annya all the time, Annya, Annya. Does she know that this is her name? Does she use it as the equivalent of Aiya? Nobody knows.

I am glad I picked the name for her, it sounds pretty and easy, even though sometimes people pronounce differently. Some people have a very nasal sound, some people put the Annya pretty much as An-nia.

Cannot care that much.

On the home front, Emma and I are trying to be a little more prepared each day. That means we have pick up the Chinese characters that grandma taught Emma. Otherwise, grandma would say: "Emma, how could you return me everything I taught you?" So we try to review those characters everyday.

My sister has promised to gave Emma gifts as she requested: books, beautiful dresses and candies. The candy part made her beaming while trying to hide her delight. "Ah-ya, why my aunt wanted to give me candies? Too much sugar. Not good."

I am difinitely excited: yeah, Annya would be home. Always itching to hold a baby, as if holding her in my arms.

I am surprised that I never felt much of the plight and hardships of a single mom.
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Annya, Annya

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By now, Annya is able to say quite a few words. The favorite one is Annya. She says Annya all the time, Annya, Annya. Does she know that this is her name? Does she use it as the equivalent of Aiya? Nobody knows.

I am glad I picked the name for her, it sounds pretty and easy, even though sometimes people pronounce differently. Some people have a very nasal sound, some people put the Annya pretty much as An-nia.

Cannot care that much.

On the home front, Emma and I are trying to be a little more prepared each day. That means we have pick up the Chinese characters that grandma taught Emma. Otherwise, grandma would say: "Emma, how could you return me everything I taught you?" So we try to review those characters everyday.

My sister has promised to gave Emma gifts as she requested: books, beautiful dresses and candies. The candy part made her beaming while trying to hide her delight. "Ah-ya, why my aunt wanted to give me candies? Too much sugar. Not good."

I am difinitely excited: yeah, Annya would be home. Always itching to hold a baby, as if holding her in my arms.

I am surprised that I never felt much of the plight and hardships of a single mom.

Thursday, June 05, 2008
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June 03, 2008

Emma is a born Chinese, as much as my friend's son is a born ABC (America-born-Chinese).

My friend told me that her son cried when he was told that he was a Chinese. No, mommy, I am an American, I am not a Chinese.

Emma is more than happy to be a Chinese. She is always interested in any Asian-looking people. She loves Chinese music, Chinese books, Chinese games, Chinese cartoon TV. She loves looking at Chinese Characters and telling me: mommy, that is Chinese. However, learning Chinese is a different matter, it is tedious and hard work in any measure. When my mom was here, she taught Emma Chinese. In her words, her grandma is a half grandma and a half teacher. Now my mom is gone, she is lagging behind in her Chinese. And she speaks English nonstop.

It is quite intriguing to me, a person's temperament, character, inteligence. I do not understand how Emma identify herself with Chinese so much. I think it is a good thing.

Emma's Chinese Heart

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Emma is a born Chinese, as much as my friend's son is a born ABC (America-born-Chinese).

My friend told me that her son cried when he was told that he was a Chinese. No, mommy, I am an American, I am not a Chinese.

Emma is more than happy to be a Chinese. She is always interested in any Asian-looking people. She loves Chinese music, Chinese books, Chinese games, Chinese cartoon TV. She loves looking at Chinese Characters and telling me: mommy, that is Chinese. However, learning Chinese is a different matter, it is tedious and hard work in any measure. When my mom was here, she taught Emma Chinese. In her words, her grandma is a half grandma and a half teacher. Now my mom is gone, she is lagging behind in her Chinese. And she speaks English nonstop.

It is quite intriguing to me, a person's temperament, character, inteligence. I do not understand how Emma identify herself with Chinese so much. I think it is a good thing.

Tuesday, June 03, 2008
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May 25, 2008

I read somewhere that it is ok to be a good mom for about 60% of time, for the rest, you can indulge yourself with anger, frustration, resentment, negligence ... Occasionally I have all the negtives, anger, frustration, loathe ... (Very honestly, very rarely though).

For the past week, I was in a kind of negligent mode. I was online surfing a lot, most read news about the earthquake. It is funny now China is caught in the mode of competition of self-sacrifice and mourning and heroism and showism ... Anyway, I was just hungry for the news, images. Try not to leave out Emma, I drew her in. ... When I got my books, I let her play games on PBSKids. Luckily she did not complain.

Last week, we did start on a new project. We bought tomato seeds, flower seeds, flower pots, soil and planted all of them. We spent a whole afternoon looking at flowers and pots at Home Depot.

In the beginning, it was just boring. For a whole week, there was nothing but two pots of dark soil. No sign of life at all. I was so inpatient I had to stir the soil up to check that I did not plant the seed too deep. Then a lot of yellow tender worms sprang up. Then they spreaded into two green leaves. Then they grew. We cheered. We check them everyday.

Last week Emma got sick. When she was sick, she was whiny.

... Annya is indeed going back home. I am getting tickets for my parents and her. Great.

Good mom, negligent mom

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I read somewhere that it is ok to be a good mom for about 60% of time, for the rest, you can indulge yourself with anger, frustration, resentment, negligence ... Occasionally I have all the negtives, anger, frustration, loathe ... (Very honestly, very rarely though).

For the past week, I was in a kind of negligent mode. I was online surfing a lot, most read news about the earthquake. It is funny now China is caught in the mode of competition of self-sacrifice and mourning and heroism and showism ... Anyway, I was just hungry for the news, images. Try not to leave out Emma, I drew her in. ... When I got my books, I let her play games on PBSKids. Luckily she did not complain.

Last week, we did start on a new project. We bought tomato seeds, flower seeds, flower pots, soil and planted all of them. We spent a whole afternoon looking at flowers and pots at Home Depot.

In the beginning, it was just boring. For a whole week, there was nothing but two pots of dark soil. No sign of life at all. I was so inpatient I had to stir the soil up to check that I did not plant the seed too deep. Then a lot of yellow tender worms sprang up. Then they spreaded into two green leaves. Then they grew. We cheered. We check them everyday.

Last week Emma got sick. When she was sick, she was whiny.

... Annya is indeed going back home. I am getting tickets for my parents and her. Great.

Sunday, May 25, 2008
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May 16, 2008

Diasters used to mean nothing to me, it is always in somewhere else, it is just numbers in the news.

However this diasters really hit home (nearly) and hit big.

My mom was getting ready to bed when the table started shaking, at that time, Annya was asleep. My mom knew it was earthquake, so she lay gently down by the side of Annya, guarding her.

Fortunately, Chengdu and Yaan where my families are, are not hit very bad.

I have asked around my friends whose families are in SiChuan, thankfully, everyone is safe.

Still feel so sad for the people who lost their lives, or their family. So sad for the so many children that were buired in rubbles.

Have talked with Emma a lot about the earthquake, she said:

China is not a great place, oh, it is dangerous.
But honey, there are diasters everywhere. There were hurricanes in America.

I showed pictures and pictures of people bleeding, buried, crying, she got sad but stuggled to say: mommy, they should be careful

She drew a picture of the earthquake where, in her interpretation, Annya slept in a bigger basinet in time of earthquake, so it is safer.

She really has no clue what earthquake is, she has no clue what suffering means.


At the wrong place wrong time, she could be Emma or Annya. Life is so precious yet so precarious.

Sichuan Earthquake

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Diasters used to mean nothing to me, it is always in somewhere else, it is just numbers in the news.

However this diasters really hit home (nearly) and hit big.

My mom was getting ready to bed when the table started shaking, at that time, Annya was asleep. My mom knew it was earthquake, so she lay gently down by the side of Annya, guarding her.

Fortunately, Chengdu and Yaan where my families are, are not hit very bad.

I have asked around my friends whose families are in SiChuan, thankfully, everyone is safe.

Still feel so sad for the people who lost their lives, or their family. So sad for the so many children that were buired in rubbles.

Have talked with Emma a lot about the earthquake, she said:

China is not a great place, oh, it is dangerous.
But honey, there are diasters everywhere. There were hurricanes in America.

I showed pictures and pictures of people bleeding, buried, crying, she got sad but stuggled to say: mommy, they should be careful

She drew a picture of the earthquake where, in her interpretation, Annya slept in a bigger basinet in time of earthquake, so it is safer.

She really has no clue what earthquake is, she has no clue what suffering means.


At the wrong place wrong time, she could be Emma or Annya. Life is so precious yet so precarious.

Friday, May 16, 2008
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May 10, 2008

Quotes from Emma:

What does that mean Happy ever after?
It means you are in love.
Are we in love?
No, we are just mommy and child.

What does "frustrated" mean?
It means whiny ...

Where is Asia?
It is in South America.

(Mena's mom works at White Water, Wisconsin)
I want to go to White Water. It is in South America.

(Her job this week at school is "Snack helper")
What does snack helper do?
You put a plate in front of each chair, put napkins by each plate, put ...
We have to hurry then, or we would miss the snack time, then you cannot help with the snacks.
No. No. It is afternoon snack, after you sleep.

I am in charges of my toes.

(She loves looking at mirror), mostly she would say:
I am the cutest girl in the Whole World.
Last night, she wet her hair and so her bangs look spiky. She said:
I am the goofy, bad hair night.

...

Happy ever after?

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Quotes from Emma:

What does that mean Happy ever after?
It means you are in love.
Are we in love?
No, we are just mommy and child.

What does "frustrated" mean?
It means whiny ...

Where is Asia?
It is in South America.

(Mena's mom works at White Water, Wisconsin)
I want to go to White Water. It is in South America.

(Her job this week at school is "Snack helper")
What does snack helper do?
You put a plate in front of each chair, put napkins by each plate, put ...
We have to hurry then, or we would miss the snack time, then you cannot help with the snacks.
No. No. It is afternoon snack, after you sleep.

I am in charges of my toes.

(She loves looking at mirror), mostly she would say:
I am the cutest girl in the Whole World.
Last night, she wet her hair and so her bangs look spiky. She said:
I am the goofy, bad hair night.

...

Saturday, May 10, 2008
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April 30, 2008

The number of photos of Annya grows exponentially. My sister never stops taking and sending them to me. My mom said my sister was so in love with Annya and so babied her, probably more so than I ever did (she was critical of me, of my casual style of caring a baby). Every time I call home, I can hear Annya babbling loudly over the phone, while my sister and mom laughs and explains how Annya eats, sleeps, being extraordinarily cute and happy.

They say she loves dancing and music, crawls all over. Best of all, she loves to eat. They say she has developed a daily routine of napping, snacking, eating and playing now. They say she can say: ye-ye (grandpa) and bao-bao (hold me) and is starting to say po-po (grandma). They say she can stand without support. She walks from furniture to furniture.

I love the pictures streaming over in my inbox. I love that little bald cute baby. Never thought bald could look so good. I love her smiles.

On the home front, Emma and I are taking good care of each other. We are a good pair. We play, talk, laugh, bicker, do chores (laundry, she put in the coins and throw clothes into the dryer and washer; cooking, she cracks eggs and cut tomatoes).

I love (also frown at) that in the morning she pretends to be sleep still, looping her arms around me, her body warm and soft; love that she say to me: “Mommy, you have not give me good night hugs and kisses.” She also says: “Mommy, I will never be a bad guy, because then I would scare you away, then where do I find you?”

I love that mommy is the most important thing to her. The other day we were reading a simple story: a baby hippo lost her mommy in the tsunami and she cried “ma, ma, ma …” Emma was so sad that tears streamed down her cheeks and she could not stop crying.

I just love them. LOVE Emma and Annya.

LOVE Emma and Annya

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The number of photos of Annya grows exponentially. My sister never stops taking and sending them to me. My mom said my sister was so in love with Annya and so babied her, probably more so than I ever did (she was critical of me, of my casual style of caring a baby). Every time I call home, I can hear Annya babbling loudly over the phone, while my sister and mom laughs and explains how Annya eats, sleeps, being extraordinarily cute and happy.

They say she loves dancing and music, crawls all over. Best of all, she loves to eat. They say she has developed a daily routine of napping, snacking, eating and playing now. They say she can say: ye-ye (grandpa) and bao-bao (hold me) and is starting to say po-po (grandma). They say she can stand without support. She walks from furniture to furniture.

I love the pictures streaming over in my inbox. I love that little bald cute baby. Never thought bald could look so good. I love her smiles.

On the home front, Emma and I are taking good care of each other. We are a good pair. We play, talk, laugh, bicker, do chores (laundry, she put in the coins and throw clothes into the dryer and washer; cooking, she cracks eggs and cut tomatoes).

I love (also frown at) that in the morning she pretends to be sleep still, looping her arms around me, her body warm and soft; love that she say to me: “Mommy, you have not give me good night hugs and kisses.” She also says: “Mommy, I will never be a bad guy, because then I would scare you away, then where do I find you?”

I love that mommy is the most important thing to her. The other day we were reading a simple story: a baby hippo lost her mommy in the tsunami and she cried “ma, ma, ma …” Emma was so sad that tears streamed down her cheeks and she could not stop crying.

I just love them. LOVE Emma and Annya.

Wednesday, April 30, 2008
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April 22, 2008

In only one week, Annya will be one. Emma has already sung "Happy Birthday, dear Annya"

Too bad, we cannot be with her.

Made a video for her birthday.

Annya's 1st birthday

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In only one week, Annya will be one. Emma has already sung "Happy Birthday, dear Annya"

Too bad, we cannot be with her.

Made a video for her birthday.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008
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April 15, 2008

There should have been many funny talks from Emma had I collected them. Too bad, I did not.

However, I did remember a few.

In English, Emma surely have more and more authority. So she corrects me sometimes, "Mommy, not party. It is POTTY", "No, not Necklace, it is Nickolas." ...

However, in Chinese, she definitely need more years to become a "native". Yesterday, we were listening to song, a girl was singing: "Do not ask me why I 流浪(roam around)". Emma was confused, she asked: "Why she say 牛奶 (milk)?"

Of course, she confuses verbs and adjectives and nouns all the time.

Then there is a joke from her about Jesus. She went to Church with Jamey her friend. When she came back, she told me: "Mommy, they told us a story about Cheeses." "Cheeses and Mary. That Mary, Mary had a little lamb"

Of course, the classic is this:

In school, each child is asked about what their mommy and daddy do at work.

Emma's answer: "My mommy types on the computer. My daddy looks at books".

(Another child got it even better: "My mommy pops popcorns. My daddy pops popcorns too. They are popcorn makers!".

Emma's friend mena said: " ... my dad works in a coffee shop ...")
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Emma's funny talks

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There should have been many funny talks from Emma had I collected them. Too bad, I did not.

However, I did remember a few.

In English, Emma surely have more and more authority. So she corrects me sometimes, "Mommy, not party. It is POTTY", "No, not Necklace, it is Nickolas." ...

However, in Chinese, she definitely need more years to become a "native". Yesterday, we were listening to song, a girl was singing: "Do not ask me why I 流浪(roam around)". Emma was confused, she asked: "Why she say 牛奶 (milk)?"

Of course, she confuses verbs and adjectives and nouns all the time.

Then there is a joke from her about Jesus. She went to Church with Jamey her friend. When she came back, she told me: "Mommy, they told us a story about Cheeses." "Cheeses and Mary. That Mary, Mary had a little lamb"

Of course, the classic is this:

In school, each child is asked about what their mommy and daddy do at work.

Emma's answer: "My mommy types on the computer. My daddy looks at books".

(Another child got it even better: "My mommy pops popcorns. My daddy pops popcorns too. They are popcorn makers!".

Emma's friend mena said: " ... my dad works in a coffee shop ...")

Tuesday, April 15, 2008
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The cutest and youngest looking Kung-Fu monk.

KungFu monk

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The cutest and youngest looking Kung-Fu monk.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008
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April 10, 2008



Time flies. It has been nearly a month since grandma, grandpa and Annya left.

We called home every week. Annya is always the central topic of the conversation.

Annya has quickly adjusted to her new home and the coming and going of my sisters and in-laws, my nephew and the many relatives. She is a happy girl with a big appetite, what she can gulp everyday amazes everyone. Everyday, she eats a lot of milk,almost a whole egg, farm hen, the best baby formula (that every little chinese kid eats), fish, vegetables ... She loves spicy food.

She is the darling of everyone. However, she definitely has created a lot of work for everyone too. For half a month, my mom is going to a hospital to get some treatment for her knee problem, so my sister has to take the the time off to take care of Annya.

I feel guilty that they have to sacrifice so much.

Emma still says she misses Annya. Every a few days, she would say:

"Mommy, when will Annya come back?"
"She will be back in July."
"But mommy I cannot wait."

Sometimes, she would suddenly cry: "Mommy I miss Annya!"

That makes me sad. That makes me wonder too, what it is in Annya that makes her so missed? Emma does not mention nearly as much about her grandma and grandpa, even they always had good times together; she rarely mentions Leo, her dad.

I had another parent meeting with Dawn, Emma's teacher. Again, Dawn said many good things about Emma. We talked about the seperation between Leo and I, about my parents and Annya leaving for china. I have not detected a lot (or I just do not remember) of impacts these things had on Emma, however, Dawn said Emma was a little "off" the first couple of weeks when we moved out and into another place. Then she became herself, happy, curious, chirpy, talky.

She and mena has become great friends in school. She and Jamie have become fast friends at home. They do a lot of things together on weekends. Jamie is almost one year younger than Emma, somehow she looks bigger. She is a very capable and smart girl.

Time flies. However, sometimes it feels not fast enough.

Week 4

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Time flies. It has been nearly a month since grandma, grandpa and Annya left.

We called home every week. Annya is always the central topic of the conversation.

Annya has quickly adjusted to her new home and the coming and going of my sisters and in-laws, my nephew and the many relatives. She is a happy girl with a big appetite, what she can gulp everyday amazes everyone. Everyday, she eats a lot of milk,almost a whole egg, farm hen, the best baby formula (that every little chinese kid eats), fish, vegetables ... She loves spicy food.

She is the darling of everyone. However, she definitely has created a lot of work for everyone too. For half a month, my mom is going to a hospital to get some treatment for her knee problem, so my sister has to take the the time off to take care of Annya.

I feel guilty that they have to sacrifice so much.

Emma still says she misses Annya. Every a few days, she would say:

"Mommy, when will Annya come back?"
"She will be back in July."
"But mommy I cannot wait."

Sometimes, she would suddenly cry: "Mommy I miss Annya!"

That makes me sad. That makes me wonder too, what it is in Annya that makes her so missed? Emma does not mention nearly as much about her grandma and grandpa, even they always had good times together; she rarely mentions Leo, her dad.

I had another parent meeting with Dawn, Emma's teacher. Again, Dawn said many good things about Emma. We talked about the seperation between Leo and I, about my parents and Annya leaving for china. I have not detected a lot (or I just do not remember) of impacts these things had on Emma, however, Dawn said Emma was a little "off" the first couple of weeks when we moved out and into another place. Then she became herself, happy, curious, chirpy, talky.

She and mena has become great friends in school. She and Jamie have become fast friends at home. They do a lot of things together on weekends. Jamie is almost one year younger than Emma, somehow she looks bigger. She is a very capable and smart girl.

Time flies. However, sometimes it feels not fast enough.

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March 24, 2008




There was a little mouse at the house. And he saw the big sunshine. Before she went to bed, she had to get lots of stuff to put in her house because her house was wet. She had to fix her bed and then when she went to sleep, she still had to find some food and, so she put it somewhere and then, when she walks up, she could reach it. And then when she went home again, as soon as she was going to go outside, she got dirty, dirtier and dirtier. And she got dirtier and dirtier and dirtier and dirtier and then she went back to her house and went in the mouse bathroom and went in the mouse tub. She had to take a mouse bath!
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There was a little mouse

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There was a little mouse at the house. And he saw the big sunshine. Before she went to bed, she had to get lots of stuff to put in her house because her house was wet. She had to fix her bed and then when she went to sleep, she still had to find some food and, so she put it somewhere and then, when she walks up, she could reach it. And then when she went home again, as soon as she was going to go outside, she got dirty, dirtier and dirtier. And she got dirtier and dirtier and dirtier and dirtier and then she went back to her house and went in the mouse bathroom and went in the mouse tub. She had to take a mouse bath!

Monday, March 24, 2008
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This from Ding Hong, my sister.

这周只要将门打开,说抱她出去玩,即使她在妈妈的怀里,我们任何人都能将她抱出去.周六周五晚上唐永诗吃了晚饭,都要将妹妹抱出去玩一会,也快要与我亲近了.只要妈妈在边上看,我也能喂她吃喝.还带她坐电动摇篮,我们家的每一个人都爱她、关心她你放心好了。

Week 3.

This is the third week since Annya and my mom and dad has left for Chengdu. Whenever we called home, they would tell me a lot about Annya.

The first week was tough to Annya, she seemed to have permannently attached to my mom, no one could get hold of her. She carefully checked out everyone. She watched intensely every new person in the household, my nephew, my sisters, my in-laws. In week 2, she started to warm up to them, allowing them to take her out to play, to feed her, to play with her, as long as my mom is nearby.

Back to my mom's home territory, food is five times better and fresher. My mom said Annya ate really good, milk, chicken, soy milk fresh from the grinder, fruits ...

Annya sleeps very good. Weaned from breast milk, she now sleeps through without any feedings. My mom sleeps better too.

Most likely she is having a wonderful time. She ah-ahed to me when they put her on the phone, while her toy duck was busy quacking and laying eggs. My dad said that she was so funny she tried to fish eggs out of the duck's tommy.

I think Emma and I have pretty much adjusted to our routine, which is pretty much the same. We go out on weekends, doing a lot of things. On weekday evenings, I read to her, books after books or we read together. With some help, she can finish the pre-reader level books. We read Chinese books too. We do little Arithmetic with our fingers or oranges or gold fish.

Every once in a few days, Emma would say: "Mommy, I miss Annya". Me too. I promised her after Annya came back, we would never leave one another again.

I still could not get her to sleep early or get up early.

Week 3

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This from Ding Hong, my sister.

这周只要将门打开,说抱她出去玩,即使她在妈妈的怀里,我们任何人都能将她抱出去.周六周五晚上唐永诗吃了晚饭,都要将妹妹抱出去玩一会,也快要与我亲近了.只要妈妈在边上看,我也能喂她吃喝.还带她坐电动摇篮,我们家的每一个人都爱她、关心她你放心好了。

Week 3.

This is the third week since Annya and my mom and dad has left for Chengdu. Whenever we called home, they would tell me a lot about Annya.

The first week was tough to Annya, she seemed to have permannently attached to my mom, no one could get hold of her. She carefully checked out everyone. She watched intensely every new person in the household, my nephew, my sisters, my in-laws. In week 2, she started to warm up to them, allowing them to take her out to play, to feed her, to play with her, as long as my mom is nearby.

Back to my mom's home territory, food is five times better and fresher. My mom said Annya ate really good, milk, chicken, soy milk fresh from the grinder, fruits ...

Annya sleeps very good. Weaned from breast milk, she now sleeps through without any feedings. My mom sleeps better too.

Most likely she is having a wonderful time. She ah-ahed to me when they put her on the phone, while her toy duck was busy quacking and laying eggs. My dad said that she was so funny she tried to fish eggs out of the duck's tommy.

I think Emma and I have pretty much adjusted to our routine, which is pretty much the same. We go out on weekends, doing a lot of things. On weekday evenings, I read to her, books after books or we read together. With some help, she can finish the pre-reader level books. We read Chinese books too. We do little Arithmetic with our fingers or oranges or gold fish.

Every once in a few days, Emma would say: "Mommy, I miss Annya". Me too. I promised her after Annya came back, we would never leave one another again.

I still could not get her to sleep early or get up early.

Monday, March 24, 2008
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March 14, 2008

This is my mom when she was a kid

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March 13, 2008

My parents and Annya have arrived Chengdu. Annya was a terrific baby to travel with. She slept a lot and soundly, she barely cried, she waved effusively byes-byes to everyone with no discrimination, when she got to Chengdu, she coo-ed and babbled and immediately won the affection of everyone.

The class of instigators output newsletter once a month, faster than I post to blog. One more reason to be GUILTY.

Now my parents and Annya are gone, the house got a lot quieter, the once crowded one-bed-room now seems enormous and spare.

However the two days that just Emma and I spent together did not seem as empty, or lonely or bad. We have handled pretty well while adjusting to the quieter reality.

Emma remains very noisy, giggling nonstop. We fill our time with chores and books.

It is a lot quieter, however, with Emma, I am still filled with joy and purpose.

So maybe the life of a single-mom may be manageable at all.

Home alone with Emma

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My parents and Annya have arrived Chengdu. Annya was a terrific baby to travel with. She slept a lot and soundly, she barely cried, she waved effusively byes-byes to everyone with no discrimination, when she got to Chengdu, she coo-ed and babbled and immediately won the affection of everyone.

The class of instigators output newsletter once a month, faster than I post to blog. One more reason to be GUILTY.

Now my parents and Annya are gone, the house got a lot quieter, the once crowded one-bed-room now seems enormous and spare.

However the two days that just Emma and I spent together did not seem as empty, or lonely or bad. We have handled pretty well while adjusting to the quieter reality.

Emma remains very noisy, giggling nonstop. We fill our time with chores and books.

It is a lot quieter, however, with Emma, I am still filled with joy and purpose.

So maybe the life of a single-mom may be manageable at all.

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Hello everyone! We hope everyone is doing well these days. Life in the Investigators' Room is busy as usual. The Investigators are a very happy group and have been really enjoying themselves these days. The transition from Emily to Betsy has been a relatively smooth one. It was helpful for Betsy to spend time in the room with Emily to get the children used to the change. Emily sent us a postcard from Arizona and we will be mailing her a letter to keep in touch with her.

The Investigators have become little engineers and architects these days. They love working together to build a house, garage, city, etc. and they always have a definite plan in mind when they are building their structures. Their creations are becoming more detailed and they expand on each other's ideas. The blocks provide so many opportunities for math activities, such as measurement, balance, and symmetry, as well as exploration of physical science concepts. Language development is huge in this area, along with the practice of motor skills and problem solving. It's great to see them work together in this area!

We have also been changing the dramatic play area ("housekeeping") more frequently. The children really seem to enjoy taking on different roles in this kind of play and it's helpful for them to work out any issues they may be having. Also, it's just fun! © We changed the house into a firehouse, which they really loved. They were talking about putting put out fires for awhile beforehand and we thought it would be the perfect way for them to pretend to be firefighters.

And we cannot say enough about the water table!! They LOVE to explore and investigate the properties of water. They are constantly using problem-solving skills to figure out how to make bubbles, how to make things sink/float, how to make the water move, etc. We try hard to keep them dry, but the water does tend to get everywhere while they are playing.

We have also completed our Family Unit with a huge success!!! We LOVED learning more about your children and their families and what is important to them. They did a wonderful job "presenting" their things to the class and their friends really enjoyed looking at their pictures and other special things from home. They also enjoyed hearing us read their grandparent/family letters to them. It was a very special experience for everyone (and we loved hearing what all of you were like when you were younger O). We really enjoyed this unit and we hope you did as well!

3_2_1_Blast Off

The Investigators are blasting off to outer space! Our next unit will be all about outer space. It will be very interesting to see how it goes because it such a vast concept, but we are very excited about it (and so are the kids!) and have many math, science, art, and language/literacy activities planned. We will discuss the planets, the sun and moon, stars and constellations, and spaceships. We will also talk about the daily rituals on a spaceship and will get to try real space food! We already have a big stack of library books that they children have been looking at and judging from their excitement about them, we think this will be a lot of fun! Please feel free to bring in any space books you may have at home that we can read to the class.

We also have an "outer space" room in the back of the classroom. There is a spaceship for them to fly in and a space command center where the astronauts can talk to the people back on Earth. They are able to wear space helmets and air tanks for when they land on the moon. So far, this has been a huge area of interest are looking forward to the weeks ahead!
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INVESTIGATORS' NEWSLETTER - March, 2008

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Hello everyone! We hope everyone is doing well these days. Life in the Investigators' Room is busy as usual. The Investigators are a very happy group and have been really enjoying themselves these days. The transition from Emily to Betsy has been a relatively smooth one. It was helpful for Betsy to spend time in the room with Emily to get the children used to the change. Emily sent us a postcard from Arizona and we will be mailing her a letter to keep in touch with her.

The Investigators have become little engineers and architects these days. They love working together to build a house, garage, city, etc. and they always have a definite plan in mind when they are building their structures. Their creations are becoming more detailed and they expand on each other's ideas. The blocks provide so many opportunities for math activities, such as measurement, balance, and symmetry, as well as exploration of physical science concepts. Language development is huge in this area, along with the practice of motor skills and problem solving. It's great to see them work together in this area!

We have also been changing the dramatic play area ("housekeeping") more frequently. The children really seem to enjoy taking on different roles in this kind of play and it's helpful for them to work out any issues they may be having. Also, it's just fun! © We changed the house into a firehouse, which they really loved. They were talking about putting put out fires for awhile beforehand and we thought it would be the perfect way for them to pretend to be firefighters.

And we cannot say enough about the water table!! They LOVE to explore and investigate the properties of water. They are constantly using problem-solving skills to figure out how to make bubbles, how to make things sink/float, how to make the water move, etc. We try hard to keep them dry, but the water does tend to get everywhere while they are playing.

We have also completed our Family Unit with a huge success!!! We LOVED learning more about your children and their families and what is important to them. They did a wonderful job "presenting" their things to the class and their friends really enjoyed looking at their pictures and other special things from home. They also enjoyed hearing us read their grandparent/family letters to them. It was a very special experience for everyone (and we loved hearing what all of you were like when you were younger O). We really enjoyed this unit and we hope you did as well!

3_2_1_Blast Off

The Investigators are blasting off to outer space! Our next unit will be all about outer space. It will be very interesting to see how it goes because it such a vast concept, but we are very excited about it (and so are the kids!) and have many math, science, art, and language/literacy activities planned. We will discuss the planets, the sun and moon, stars and constellations, and spaceships. We will also talk about the daily rituals on a spaceship and will get to try real space food! We already have a big stack of library books that they children have been looking at and judging from their excitement about them, we think this will be a lot of fun! Please feel free to bring in any space books you may have at home that we can read to the class.

We also have an "outer space" room in the back of the classroom. There is a spaceship for them to fly in and a space command center where the astronauts can talk to the people back on Earth. They are able to wear space helmets and air tanks for when they land on the moon. So far, this has been a huge area of interest are looking forward to the weeks ahead!

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March 11, 2008

My parents left with Annya last night. They won't be back until July or August.

There were no tears, though Emma was saying again and again: "but, mom, I will miss them!", "When will they come back?"

Me too. I miss them already. I wish they could come back tomorrow.

Annya has grown so much. She can wave bye-bye. Last night, she was all smiles waving big bye-byes to us. Her babblings are making more and more sense, she says "mama", "mama", "da-jie" (sister), "bao, bao"( hold me, hold me). She can do some finger plays. In the morning, shortly after she wakes up, she would to climp up to Emma's bed, smiles and laughing and jabbering. Every day when I come back from work, she would kick, scream, hold her hands out for me to hold her. The smiles, the joy on her face are irresistable.

I will miss her so much. I will miss my mom and dad so much.

Family is a such a strange thing. For a long time, the last thing i wanted is to live with or close to my families. But now, this time, living with my parents is the most wonderful thing. So happy and grounded and cozy and content. There are alwys tasty, always ready, always changing hot meals. The dishes are always quick to disappear. With them gone, weekend going-outs will not be as much fun, noisy, busy.

Now I am really alone. Well, not really. Emma is still giggling, non-stop talking. I do not what I would do without her. Still the house is half empty, so empty.

Gone for China

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My parents left with Annya last night. They won't be back until July or August.

There were no tears, though Emma was saying again and again: "but, mom, I will miss them!", "When will they come back?"

Me too. I miss them already. I wish they could come back tomorrow.

Annya has grown so much. She can wave bye-bye. Last night, she was all smiles waving big bye-byes to us. Her babblings are making more and more sense, she says "mama", "mama", "da-jie" (sister), "bao, bao"( hold me, hold me). She can do some finger plays. In the morning, shortly after she wakes up, she would to climp up to Emma's bed, smiles and laughing and jabbering. Every day when I come back from work, she would kick, scream, hold her hands out for me to hold her. The smiles, the joy on her face are irresistable.

I will miss her so much. I will miss my mom and dad so much.

Family is a such a strange thing. For a long time, the last thing i wanted is to live with or close to my families. But now, this time, living with my parents is the most wonderful thing. So happy and grounded and cozy and content. There are alwys tasty, always ready, always changing hot meals. The dishes are always quick to disappear. With them gone, weekend going-outs will not be as much fun, noisy, busy.

Now I am really alone. Well, not really. Emma is still giggling, non-stop talking. I do not what I would do without her. Still the house is half empty, so empty.

Tuesday, March 11, 2008
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March 04, 2008


The past Sunday, we went to the water tower to buy two pair of shoes for my nephews.

Last week, I took Annya to a doctor (we changed the doctor because my insurance policy changed), she weighed 18 lbs and measured 27 inches (around 50 percentile range)

Emma did a "presentation" about herself, China, and her favorite dress. I wonder how it went.

The weekend before, we went to the Art Institute. Emma sat with other kids and did some fast sketches (she became more and more confident with her drawing). Annya slept through.

The weekend before, we went to the Millennium park, saw the colorful bright ice sculptures, made crafts, watched the wierd shows of the 6 wierd dreams of moon.

...

Recalling the past few weeks

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The past Sunday, we went to the water tower to buy two pair of shoes for my nephews.

Last week, I took Annya to a doctor (we changed the doctor because my insurance policy changed), she weighed 18 lbs and measured 27 inches (around 50 percentile range)

Emma did a "presentation" about herself, China, and her favorite dress. I wonder how it went.

The weekend before, we went to the Art Institute. Emma sat with other kids and did some fast sketches (she became more and more confident with her drawing). Annya slept through.

The weekend before, we went to the Millennium park, saw the colorful bright ice sculptures, made crafts, watched the wierd shows of the 6 wierd dreams of moon.

...

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February 27, 2008

First, of course there was nothing. We started making a fuss when Emma could barely held a pen.

Then, she dragged her pen across a page, she made a black, or red, or green smear of a page. Or she made lots and lots what we called as "spider webs", lines of circles and circles, black and messy.



Or she made hand prints or foot prints



Then she could draw a round head with two eyes and a mouth, two sticks with forks at the ends (that is a hand).

Then she could draw this, that and a lot of things. Then her drawings/arts really look good, with beautiful colors and a wonderful mix of things: Annya, mommy, herself, birdies, fish in a bowl, houses, trees and flowers, a lot of trees and flowers ... like the following





Emma's art

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First, of course there was nothing. We started making a fuss when Emma could barely held a pen.

Then, she dragged her pen across a page, she made a black, or red, or green smear of a page. Or she made lots and lots what we called as "spider webs", lines of circles and circles, black and messy.



Or she made hand prints or foot prints



Then she could draw a round head with two eyes and a mouth, two sticks with forks at the ends (that is a hand).

Then she could draw this, that and a lot of things. Then her drawings/arts really look good, with beautiful colors and a wonderful mix of things: Annya, mommy, herself, birdies, fish in a bowl, houses, trees and flowers, a lot of trees and flowers ... like the following





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February 13, 2008


(Illustrated by Emma).

Hello everyone! We hope things are going well for all of you. Life in the Investigators' classroom has been very busy and fun these days. It's amazing to watch the children grow and how they change in their play. They are constantly making us smile and laugh; they are a fun group!

Circle time has changed slightly. The books that we read are getting a little longer with a plot or containing factual information because the attention span and interest of the children is expanding. While we are reading, we use pre-literacy skills, such as building on prior knowledge, recalling information, and understanding the story's sequence, in order to make predictions about the story. Singing finger plays is another thing that we do at circle time, mainly corresponding with the current unit. The children love singing and dancing to them and definitely have some favorites!

The Investigators have really been into playing games, such as Go Fish, Animal Dominoes, Candyland, dice and counting/sorting games, and matching/memory games. These serve many wonderful purposes, such as enhancing the children's language, since they have to talk with each other about the rules of the game. The games allow for many social interactions with their peers and the adults. They also enhance their math skills, such as counting, one-to-one correspondence, addition/subtraction, etc. Many of the children play a game at least once a day and they really enjoy them. Let us know if you would like any of the names of these games, and we will be glad to pass along that information!

The children's block building has also expanded. Their structures are more elaborate; certain blocks represent an idea, ramps and inclines are added, and the whole structure itself represents a huge plan that they children have before they build. It has been great to see how proud they are after they have accomplished something they have set their minds to.

The dramatic play area is another huge interest. Children are always working out social/emotional issues. It's great to use the animals as a way to set up scenarios to work out the issues they may be going through. There is always a plot with their play with the small animals. Their language really continues to grow and dramatic play is a great support of it.

The children also loved our pet shop, Pettie Pet Pet! They had the greatest time playing in this area. We have decided to change the housekeeping area every few weeks depending on what the children are interested in since the pet shop and animal hospital was so successful. This will also allow them to expand their play. Next week, we will turn it into a fire station. They have been playing this scenario out a lot so we thought they would en joy this.

We are so pleased with how well the unit on pets went The children really got into this and especially loved choosing their own pet and taking care of it. We examined different types of pet food, painted with dog bones, made houses for our pets, discussed different pets, etc. It was a great time!

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A Few Reminders

Please continue to bring boots and other winter gear daily (snowpants, hats, mittens, scarves, boots) because we never know when we will go out to play in the snow.
Please go through your child's basket to make sure s/he has 3 complete sets of weather appropriate clothing (including socks!) that fit them.
Please make sure to take blankets home at the end of the week to wash and bring them back on Monday. The children really like to use their own blankets at nap time.
*****************************************************************

And now...for our next unit...It is All About Us, The Investigators!!!

We have decided to do a unit on families and all about us. Since some pets are such a huge part of the children's families, we thought this would be a great way to start talking about everyone's individual families. We talk a lot about our families at the lunch table; who is in our families, what our parents do, etc. Since this has become a hot topic of conversation, we decided to expand on this and do a Family Unit or "All About Us, The Investigators". We have art, language, science, and math activities planned, but we are also going to include all of you on this, too!
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INVESTIGATORS' NEWSLETTER - Feburary, 2008

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(Illustrated by Emma).

Hello everyone! We hope things are going well for all of you. Life in the Investigators' classroom has been very busy and fun these days. It's amazing to watch the children grow and how they change in their play. They are constantly making us smile and laugh; they are a fun group!

Circle time has changed slightly. The books that we read are getting a little longer with a plot or containing factual information because the attention span and interest of the children is expanding. While we are reading, we use pre-literacy skills, such as building on prior knowledge, recalling information, and understanding the story's sequence, in order to make predictions about the story. Singing finger plays is another thing that we do at circle time, mainly corresponding with the current unit. The children love singing and dancing to them and definitely have some favorites!

The Investigators have really been into playing games, such as Go Fish, Animal Dominoes, Candyland, dice and counting/sorting games, and matching/memory games. These serve many wonderful purposes, such as enhancing the children's language, since they have to talk with each other about the rules of the game. The games allow for many social interactions with their peers and the adults. They also enhance their math skills, such as counting, one-to-one correspondence, addition/subtraction, etc. Many of the children play a game at least once a day and they really enjoy them. Let us know if you would like any of the names of these games, and we will be glad to pass along that information!

The children's block building has also expanded. Their structures are more elaborate; certain blocks represent an idea, ramps and inclines are added, and the whole structure itself represents a huge plan that they children have before they build. It has been great to see how proud they are after they have accomplished something they have set their minds to.

The dramatic play area is another huge interest. Children are always working out social/emotional issues. It's great to use the animals as a way to set up scenarios to work out the issues they may be going through. There is always a plot with their play with the small animals. Their language really continues to grow and dramatic play is a great support of it.

The children also loved our pet shop, Pettie Pet Pet! They had the greatest time playing in this area. We have decided to change the housekeeping area every few weeks depending on what the children are interested in since the pet shop and animal hospital was so successful. This will also allow them to expand their play. Next week, we will turn it into a fire station. They have been playing this scenario out a lot so we thought they would en joy this.

We are so pleased with how well the unit on pets went The children really got into this and especially loved choosing their own pet and taking care of it. We examined different types of pet food, painted with dog bones, made houses for our pets, discussed different pets, etc. It was a great time!

*****************************************************************

A Few Reminders

Please continue to bring boots and other winter gear daily (snowpants, hats, mittens, scarves, boots) because we never know when we will go out to play in the snow.
Please go through your child's basket to make sure s/he has 3 complete sets of weather appropriate clothing (including socks!) that fit them.
Please make sure to take blankets home at the end of the week to wash and bring them back on Monday. The children really like to use their own blankets at nap time.
*****************************************************************

And now...for our next unit...It is All About Us, The Investigators!!!

We have decided to do a unit on families and all about us. Since some pets are such a huge part of the children's families, we thought this would be a great way to start talking about everyone's individual families. We talk a lot about our families at the lunch table; who is in our families, what our parents do, etc. Since this has become a hot topic of conversation, we decided to expand on this and do a Family Unit or "All About Us, The Investigators". We have art, language, science, and math activities planned, but we are also going to include all of you on this, too!

Wednesday, February 13, 2008
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February 07, 2008

(The past few months was totally swamped by work, endless work. With the little spare time I stole from work, I found myself obscessed with every twist and turn of the never-ending election soap opera. News reading somehow becomes an intoxicating pasttime. )

Anyway

There seemed to be perpetual snow, forever cold for the past two months. Rain or shine, cold or hot, my dad wheeled Emma to school if it was not too cold, I did when it was. But I have largely skipped the ballet classes, sometimes intentionally, sometimes accidentally, the snow and the cold were part of the reasons, but I also feel that going to places was better that wedging the half-hour-or-less ballet class into a preciously free Saturday.

Christmas was long gone. However we were still doing parties. It was the time of Chinese New Year. Because of my parents, celebrating the Chinse New year became a must. So my parents and Emma got to see The Chinese New Year Specular, which Emma liked a lot and my parents disliked a lot. We also went to see another party hosted by the Chinese consulate, which we adults enjoyed a lot while Emma was not quite as impressed. Somehow the new year of this year felt different, it filled my lung with pride and joy of being chinese but also a great deal of nostagia and sentimentality.

On any ordinary nights, Emma studied Chinese with my mom. They filled pages after pages with Chinese characters. Everytime Emma finished her writing, she requested my dad to circle the good ones and mark them with stars! Then she turned those stars into star babies with eyes and proud smiles.

Now Emma can write 40 to 50 chinese characters in only 3 months. It far exceeded my expectation. I had not thought this possible, to sit a 4-year-down every night, then teach her the dry-to-bone chinese. Somehow Emma enjoyed it. She also learned other important things by studying Chinese, e.g., how to hold a pen correctly, how to write a character in its correct order and position different parts correct.

Chinse and American early education go different (even opposite) directions, as with a lot of other things. However by being taught both, Emma benefits from both.

As for her literacy in English, she made a lot of progress too.

Now about my dear Annya baby ...

Changes happen overnight. She is a crawling baby now, she crawls around. She also tries to move around by carefully move from furnitures to furnitures.

Annya still does a lot of ba-ba-ba ... talk. However, sometimes she surprised and delighted us by calling "ma" (mom) and "bo" (hold me in chinese).

She enjoys working with her hands, like Emma did, doing some finger plays, signing baby sign ...

Annya is Annya. She still puts everything, edible or not, into her mouth. But we are all so happy that she is not a picky eater at all, she eats everything, enjoys everything, smacking her lips to let us know how she likes certain food.

Emma is Annya's great defender and playmate but sometimes a bully too (sometimes she would take Annya's toy away, sometimes she would object if I praise Annya too much).

In the past month ...

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(The past few months was totally swamped by work, endless work. With the little spare time I stole from work, I found myself obscessed with every twist and turn of the never-ending election soap opera. News reading somehow becomes an intoxicating pasttime. )

Anyway

There seemed to be perpetual snow, forever cold for the past two months. Rain or shine, cold or hot, my dad wheeled Emma to school if it was not too cold, I did when it was. But I have largely skipped the ballet classes, sometimes intentionally, sometimes accidentally, the snow and the cold were part of the reasons, but I also feel that going to places was better that wedging the half-hour-or-less ballet class into a preciously free Saturday.

Christmas was long gone. However we were still doing parties. It was the time of Chinese New Year. Because of my parents, celebrating the Chinse New year became a must. So my parents and Emma got to see The Chinese New Year Specular, which Emma liked a lot and my parents disliked a lot. We also went to see another party hosted by the Chinese consulate, which we adults enjoyed a lot while Emma was not quite as impressed. Somehow the new year of this year felt different, it filled my lung with pride and joy of being chinese but also a great deal of nostagia and sentimentality.

On any ordinary nights, Emma studied Chinese with my mom. They filled pages after pages with Chinese characters. Everytime Emma finished her writing, she requested my dad to circle the good ones and mark them with stars! Then she turned those stars into star babies with eyes and proud smiles.

Now Emma can write 40 to 50 chinese characters in only 3 months. It far exceeded my expectation. I had not thought this possible, to sit a 4-year-down every night, then teach her the dry-to-bone chinese. Somehow Emma enjoyed it. She also learned other important things by studying Chinese, e.g., how to hold a pen correctly, how to write a character in its correct order and position different parts correct.

Chinse and American early education go different (even opposite) directions, as with a lot of other things. However by being taught both, Emma benefits from both.

As for her literacy in English, she made a lot of progress too.

Now about my dear Annya baby ...

Changes happen overnight. She is a crawling baby now, she crawls around. She also tries to move around by carefully move from furnitures to furnitures.

Annya still does a lot of ba-ba-ba ... talk. However, sometimes she surprised and delighted us by calling "ma" (mom) and "bo" (hold me in chinese).

She enjoys working with her hands, like Emma did, doing some finger plays, signing baby sign ...

Annya is Annya. She still puts everything, edible or not, into her mouth. But we are all so happy that she is not a picky eater at all, she eats everything, enjoys everything, smacking her lips to let us know how she likes certain food.

Emma is Annya's great defender and playmate but sometimes a bully too (sometimes she would take Annya's toy away, sometimes she would object if I praise Annya too much).

Thursday, February 07, 2008
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February 02, 2008

The very precious (and the best) birthday card

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Saturday, February 02, 2008
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Annya darling full of cuteness

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January 22, 2008

Obstacle Course Challenge

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Tuesday, January 22, 2008
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January 21, 2008


Emma is the little clown in the background


Annya Bao-bao (and Emma the clown)

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Emma is the little clown in the background


Monday, January 21, 2008
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January 11, 2008

Annya is 8 months old now. Too bad, I do not have a month-by-month album for her as I did for Emma.

Annya has started to crawl, however painstakingly and reluctantly. Putting her on a position of all-fours is enough to make her cry. When she crawls, she does not quite know how to work with her hands, shift them then move forward. So even though she often propells herself forward with her legs, her hands remain the same position and stop her right there... then she cries as loudly as she could, my parents then would relent and pick her up. I mostly would persist. So lately, she greatly prefer my mom over me. Ouch, that hurts.

Emma was a bit of late crawler too. I remember on a cool summer morning when she was eight or nine months old, I took her to the beach. She would not budge her butt, while there was a little boy of her age crawled on the sand as fast as a bug escaping for life, I could not help eyeing him with great envy.

So will Annya master crawling late? She is probably already a little late. But she has been pretty physical and agile otherwise. She is eager and happy to pull herself up on anything, our hands or knees, some bars or chairs. She laughs when we walk her and she moves along with two little shaky legs. Her eye-hand coordination is so extraordinary that whenever I put her on the table, she would manage to grab and smash a dish or too. There was no stopping her, because she was so fast and forceful.

Ouuuuch.

...

The often-warned-about sibling rivalry has never happened in this household. Emma is still the most wonderful, loving and proudest sister. Her only fault is that sometimes she is too rough for Annya. Annya adores her, she smiles at her.

Lucky me. I have both of them!

Little Annya baby

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Annya is 8 months old now. Too bad, I do not have a month-by-month album for her as I did for Emma.

Annya has started to crawl, however painstakingly and reluctantly. Putting her on a position of all-fours is enough to make her cry. When she crawls, she does not quite know how to work with her hands, shift them then move forward. So even though she often propells herself forward with her legs, her hands remain the same position and stop her right there... then she cries as loudly as she could, my parents then would relent and pick her up. I mostly would persist. So lately, she greatly prefer my mom over me. Ouch, that hurts.

Emma was a bit of late crawler too. I remember on a cool summer morning when she was eight or nine months old, I took her to the beach. She would not budge her butt, while there was a little boy of her age crawled on the sand as fast as a bug escaping for life, I could not help eyeing him with great envy.

So will Annya master crawling late? She is probably already a little late. But she has been pretty physical and agile otherwise. She is eager and happy to pull herself up on anything, our hands or knees, some bars or chairs. She laughs when we walk her and she moves along with two little shaky legs. Her eye-hand coordination is so extraordinary that whenever I put her on the table, she would manage to grab and smash a dish or too. There was no stopping her, because she was so fast and forceful.

Ouuuuch.

...

The often-warned-about sibling rivalry has never happened in this household. Emma is still the most wonderful, loving and proudest sister. Her only fault is that sometimes she is too rough for Annya. Annya adores her, she smiles at her.

Lucky me. I have both of them!

Friday, January 11, 2008
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January 06, 2008

While I am too busy to blog, Emma's stories and art works surely fill in the blank, however they do not make sense to anybody but herself.

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All the frogs were doing tricks and they were so funny because they smelled the flowers and tried to put their legs all the way down to the bottom. And then a butterfly was trying to get a shell and the butterfly lifted it up and the shell said "put me down! Put me down!" And then he tried to get another shell and the shell said "put me down! Put me down! Put a little snail in me" He wanted to crawl inside. And then more of the little snakes were crawling and they said "Get a piece of fruit and so the little bird could eat the fruit". The cows were moving in the farm and the farmer was trying to put the hay in their mouths and all the farmers were trying to throw it in their mouths and then they always catch something. And the cow did a trick and they would give them some candies. And then the frogs were lauging because of a bead, it cannot talk but they were laughing and they could not stop laughing and they laughed every day, every evening and morning.

Emma's story

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While I am too busy to blog, Emma's stories and art works surely fill in the blank, however they do not make sense to anybody but herself.

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All the frogs were doing tricks and they were so funny because they smelled the flowers and tried to put their legs all the way down to the bottom. And then a butterfly was trying to get a shell and the butterfly lifted it up and the shell said "put me down! Put me down!" And then he tried to get another shell and the shell said "put me down! Put me down! Put a little snail in me" He wanted to crawl inside. And then more of the little snakes were crawling and they said "Get a piece of fruit and so the little bird could eat the fruit". The cows were moving in the farm and the farmer was trying to put the hay in their mouths and all the farmers were trying to throw it in their mouths and then they always catch something. And the cow did a trick and they would give them some candies. And then the frogs were lauging because of a bead, it cannot talk but they were laughing and they could not stop laughing and they laughed every day, every evening and morning.

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January 04, 2008



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