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.

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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.

Monday, November 10, 2008
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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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