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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