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March 25, 2011

Emma has become a perfectionist with no regards to time. Everything she does is perfect and flawless; unfortunately it is done too slow. She doesn't like to be rushed and usually stops if you ask her to hurry. She does get motivated by anger. When she is angered she can get ready in five minutes; which normally takes her 55 minutes. Hopefully soon she will realize time is just as important as perfection. When she does her opportunities will be limitless. In the mean time HURRY UP EMMA!!!!!

Annya is becoming a story teller. Sometimes they are a little hard too follow: Daddy one day when I was Emma's age; I wanted to have a baby. I don't want a baby anymore. She is also very stubborn and loves to be pampered. If you ask her to put on her socks and shoes she will either tell you no or I can't find my shoes without even looking for them. But if you put on her socks and shoes she smiles from ear to ear.

Yung is putting off walking for as long as he can. He can out crawl a centipede but can't beat a turtle walking unless he has some type of support. He can now stand without support. If you ask him to walk he will give you the biggest smile and not move as to say; do you think I'm crazy, I will fall and get hurt if I try too walk. At least he can't walk away from me when he gets mad.

Time is ticking

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Emma has become a perfectionist with no regards to time. Everything she does is perfect and flawless; unfortunately it is done too slow. She doesn't like to be rushed and usually stops if you ask her to hurry. She does get motivated by anger. When she is angered she can get ready in five minutes; which normally takes her 55 minutes. Hopefully soon she will realize time is just as important as perfection. When she does her opportunities will be limitless. In the mean time HURRY UP EMMA!!!!!

Annya is becoming a story teller. Sometimes they are a little hard too follow: Daddy one day when I was Emma's age; I wanted to have a baby. I don't want a baby anymore. She is also very stubborn and loves to be pampered. If you ask her to put on her socks and shoes she will either tell you no or I can't find my shoes without even looking for them. But if you put on her socks and shoes she smiles from ear to ear.

Yung is putting off walking for as long as he can. He can out crawl a centipede but can't beat a turtle walking unless he has some type of support. He can now stand without support. If you ask him to walk he will give you the biggest smile and not move as to say; do you think I'm crazy, I will fall and get hurt if I try too walk. At least he can't walk away from me when he gets mad.

Friday, March 25, 2011
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We have been a little negligent in blogging. Emma has not. One day after I saw the little comments her teacher left on her paper, questioning with startling exclamation marks: "this is supposed to take you 2-3 minutes, you spent 20 minutes!"; On the writing portion of the next page, the teacher continued: "This was finished after the test!". She scored nearly nothing on that section.

I gasped. My temper rose (But really how could it come as surprise? Emma has been a little slow in doing almost anything and almost ever since she was little, on the plus side, she always strives to do things perfectly, she even has to fold her underwear perfectly.) I sat Emma down and demanded her to write about the show-case night we went together. She was put off and shut down. It took her almost 3 hours to finish the piece. However after she got back to her usual cheerful self, We made it a routine for her to blog everyday.

Luckily for me and for her, she by nature is good at writing and great at reading and always hungry for learning. Now her writing flows more easily and she giggles when she writes something funny. And she loves to see the number of her posts growing. Proof!.

That her life keeps brimming with show-cases and performances helps. One week before she had a night of show-casing, she dragged me through the beaming parents (one of them was me) and showed me that various things she made that were on display: the books, the posters, the wind-socks, the poems and the puppets...; the first graders also performed a little play and a song: if i could talk to the animals. For days, Emma was singing that song at home, and Annya soon was singing it too. Yesterday she had the Broadway kids performance. The dream-big shows were all right. The kids supposedly wrote their own play, so I do not blame that all that they could think of was shopping. Shopping on a snow day, shopping on a hot day.

Annya's life seems to be less exciting, but she is happy. She is a stubborn little girl, she likes to play games just see how you react. I suspect one day she will be the one of the rebellious teenagers who would give me silent treatment or bristle at my parental advice (Like the teenage me.) She likes to draw, but tactfully only draws what she chooses. I say: please draw me a bird. She'd say: but Mom, the bird flies away. I say: where is the tree? She'd say: the wind blows the tree away... Saying her draw picture is fun though, because she turns every blob into a car, or a cloud or something and she made a tall tale out of it. She has the license to say anything!

Little Yung continues to grow. He manages to stand on his own and is immensely pleased with himself, but still needs to hold onto things to walk. Bravery or recklessness may not be his trait. He throws everything, hard and far, I think he can have a career in throwing, maybe baseball. He made all kinds of interesting sounds, the latest one: oops or something in that direction.

Cannot wait for the Spring to come. The real spring with tender green grass and colors of blue, red, purple and yellow and more, and the warm sun shines brightly, when Yung can truly toddle along.

Waiting for the spring!

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We have been a little negligent in blogging. Emma has not. One day after I saw the little comments her teacher left on her paper, questioning with startling exclamation marks: "this is supposed to take you 2-3 minutes, you spent 20 minutes!"; On the writing portion of the next page, the teacher continued: "This was finished after the test!". She scored nearly nothing on that section.

I gasped. My temper rose (But really how could it come as surprise? Emma has been a little slow in doing almost anything and almost ever since she was little, on the plus side, she always strives to do things perfectly, she even has to fold her underwear perfectly.) I sat Emma down and demanded her to write about the show-case night we went together. She was put off and shut down. It took her almost 3 hours to finish the piece. However after she got back to her usual cheerful self, We made it a routine for her to blog everyday.

Luckily for me and for her, she by nature is good at writing and great at reading and always hungry for learning. Now her writing flows more easily and she giggles when she writes something funny. And she loves to see the number of her posts growing. Proof!.

That her life keeps brimming with show-cases and performances helps. One week before she had a night of show-casing, she dragged me through the beaming parents (one of them was me) and showed me that various things she made that were on display: the books, the posters, the wind-socks, the poems and the puppets...; the first graders also performed a little play and a song: if i could talk to the animals. For days, Emma was singing that song at home, and Annya soon was singing it too. Yesterday she had the Broadway kids performance. The dream-big shows were all right. The kids supposedly wrote their own play, so I do not blame that all that they could think of was shopping. Shopping on a snow day, shopping on a hot day.

Annya's life seems to be less exciting, but she is happy. She is a stubborn little girl, she likes to play games just see how you react. I suspect one day she will be the one of the rebellious teenagers who would give me silent treatment or bristle at my parental advice (Like the teenage me.) She likes to draw, but tactfully only draws what she chooses. I say: please draw me a bird. She'd say: but Mom, the bird flies away. I say: where is the tree? She'd say: the wind blows the tree away... Saying her draw picture is fun though, because she turns every blob into a car, or a cloud or something and she made a tall tale out of it. She has the license to say anything!

Little Yung continues to grow. He manages to stand on his own and is immensely pleased with himself, but still needs to hold onto things to walk. Bravery or recklessness may not be his trait. He throws everything, hard and far, I think he can have a career in throwing, maybe baseball. He made all kinds of interesting sounds, the latest one: oops or something in that direction.

Cannot wait for the Spring to come. The real spring with tender green grass and colors of blue, red, purple and yellow and more, and the warm sun shines brightly, when Yung can truly toddle along.

Friday, March 25, 2011
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March 07, 2011

Calendar 2011

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Monday, March 07, 2011
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March 06, 2011

Daddy I have to go pee. OK Annya, we have to go to the Men's restroom because I'm not allowed to go to the Ladies restroom. OK Daddy. The bathroom is empty. She remembers visiting another Men's restroom and points to the wall urinals and said Daddy, that is where the Big Kids pee, I'm too small to pee there. Yes Annya that is for the Big Kids, you are too small to pee there. We make it to the toilet. Daddy this toilet is too big. It is a big toilet, just be happy that it is clean. I will hold you so that you can't fall in. Thank you Daddy.

Where the Big Kids pee

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Daddy I have to go pee. OK Annya, we have to go to the Men's restroom because I'm not allowed to go to the Ladies restroom. OK Daddy. The bathroom is empty. She remembers visiting another Men's restroom and points to the wall urinals and said Daddy, that is where the Big Kids pee, I'm too small to pee there. Yes Annya that is for the Big Kids, you are too small to pee there. We make it to the toilet. Daddy this toilet is too big. It is a big toilet, just be happy that it is clean. I will hold you so that you can't fall in. Thank you Daddy.

Sunday, March 06, 2011
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March 02, 2011




Yung is a little slow. At 13 months going 14 months old, he still barely walks, though he crawls around fast and furious (happy) like a centipede. His vocabulary is below average too, a stretched list of 6 words : ma-ma, da-da, ball, boo (for book), woo (for the sounding of a car), bao-bao (baby). I would have taken him to a speech therapist on impulse if i know where i can find one. And for sure, I have googled for some time about "13 months cannot walk".

Sure, there is a chorus of suggestions, personal stories of the sorts, the consensus is it is absolutely normal.

It is not possible to assume otherwise though, even for a mommy like me. He is such a petty, vivacious boy. He probably does not need to talk, he can always get what he wants, by pointing, and making ah, oh sound. He is great at adapting to new environment. On Monday we started to send him to a home day care center, and he immediately seemed to have done a good job to like there and be liked. The teachers here all cheerfully told what a good boy he has been.

Sure, the day care center being such a delightful place helped. It has a open space decorated with paintings from ceiling to floor, very well organized, yet has every sorts of little toys i can think of. It even has a little crawl area with rows of mirrors and sets of door handles and chains. I never knew a home day care could be so fancy and cozy.

Emma and Annya loved the little place too. When we visited, Annya was unfailingly dressed up as a bride. So with a wedding gown and a veil, she pushed a baby cart around laughing. They did not want to leave.

I guess home is a beastly place for Annya. At home Annya is forever a whiner, then she promises she will not be whinny for a whole day, a whole week. "Then mommy, you will give me a present, right?", she would ask; or "Whinny is not good. Only baby whine".

Annya is on the brink of becoming a reader. She would hold a book and "read fluently" with her own words. She begins to tell tall tales. Yesterday I asked: "Annya, what did you do in school?", she said: "I build a boat that sailed to the ocean. Ms. Joanne sat on it, Mr. Peter sat on it, Ms. Kwen sat on it ... Davin and I are not friends, I built the boat, he put stickers on it."

Annya is a great helper through, she is especially good at peeling garlic. She would stand on a stool, peel a whole cup of garlic for me. She can cut quite well, even better than Louis. She cuts tomatos, green onions, cucumbers and tofu for me.

Emma is a good helper too. Her little cooking class teaches me a course or two. Emma is always good. She is a good reader for her age. In my great desire for her to become a true great reader, I push her to read real books. So sometimes I assign her to read articles in Time, or the Rolling Stone, or The New Yorker. We borrow / buy real novels. She can read most of the words, but I found her comprehension is fragmented. Working on it. I don't want to be a tiger mom, but I want them to grown into great and competent persons nontheless.

Yung goes to day care

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Yung is a little slow. At 13 months going 14 months old, he still barely walks, though he crawls around fast and furious (happy) like a centipede. His vocabulary is below average too, a stretched list of 6 words : ma-ma, da-da, ball, boo (for book), woo (for the sounding of a car), bao-bao (baby). I would have taken him to a speech therapist on impulse if i know where i can find one. And for sure, I have googled for some time about "13 months cannot walk".

Sure, there is a chorus of suggestions, personal stories of the sorts, the consensus is it is absolutely normal.

It is not possible to assume otherwise though, even for a mommy like me. He is such a petty, vivacious boy. He probably does not need to talk, he can always get what he wants, by pointing, and making ah, oh sound. He is great at adapting to new environment. On Monday we started to send him to a home day care center, and he immediately seemed to have done a good job to like there and be liked. The teachers here all cheerfully told what a good boy he has been.

Sure, the day care center being such a delightful place helped. It has a open space decorated with paintings from ceiling to floor, very well organized, yet has every sorts of little toys i can think of. It even has a little crawl area with rows of mirrors and sets of door handles and chains. I never knew a home day care could be so fancy and cozy.

Emma and Annya loved the little place too. When we visited, Annya was unfailingly dressed up as a bride. So with a wedding gown and a veil, she pushed a baby cart around laughing. They did not want to leave.

I guess home is a beastly place for Annya. At home Annya is forever a whiner, then she promises she will not be whinny for a whole day, a whole week. "Then mommy, you will give me a present, right?", she would ask; or "Whinny is not good. Only baby whine".

Annya is on the brink of becoming a reader. She would hold a book and "read fluently" with her own words. She begins to tell tall tales. Yesterday I asked: "Annya, what did you do in school?", she said: "I build a boat that sailed to the ocean. Ms. Joanne sat on it, Mr. Peter sat on it, Ms. Kwen sat on it ... Davin and I are not friends, I built the boat, he put stickers on it."

Annya is a great helper through, she is especially good at peeling garlic. She would stand on a stool, peel a whole cup of garlic for me. She can cut quite well, even better than Louis. She cuts tomatos, green onions, cucumbers and tofu for me.

Emma is a good helper too. Her little cooking class teaches me a course or two. Emma is always good. She is a good reader for her age. In my great desire for her to become a true great reader, I push her to read real books. So sometimes I assign her to read articles in Time, or the Rolling Stone, or The New Yorker. We borrow / buy real novels. She can read most of the words, but I found her comprehension is fragmented. Working on it. I don't want to be a tiger mom, but I want them to grown into great and competent persons nontheless.

Wednesday, March 02, 2011
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