December 26, 2011

Last year Emma had her doubts about Santa Claus. She asked Mommy if there was a Santa Claus. Mommy being from China wasn't a very good supporter of the man in the red suite. She believes honesty is the best policy and told Emma the truth. I believe that there is a time and a place when you just have to lie to your kids. Emma being a great reader that she is, stumbled over a book about the man that lives at the North Pole. Deep down in her little heart she would love to believe that there really is a Santa Claus but she is now older and much wiser. Emma is a trooper though, she continues the tradition and tells Annya she better behave or there will be no gifts from Santa.

Annya does believe in Santa Claus but she is a little more realistic. Daddy, where did you get your new jacket? From Santa Claus Annya. So, Santa Claus gave it to your Sister and your Sister gave it to you? Yes Annya. Unfortunately one of Annya's Santa Claus gift was lost in the mail. We then took Annya to the store and had her pick out her own gift. Mommy then tells Annya that this is her Santa Claus gift. Ok Mommy, Santa Claus gave it to the store and then you bought it for me right?

Yung has heard of Santa Claus but doesn't really know what type of gig he performs. He didn't care as long as the gifts kept coming in. Each gift opened his eyes wide and smiled from ear to ear.

Daddy, when is the next Christmas? It is next year Annya. I can't wait Daddy. Me either Annya:)

Santa Returns

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Last year Emma had her doubts about Santa Claus. She asked Mommy if there was a Santa Claus. Mommy being from China wasn't a very good supporter of the man in the red suite. She believes honesty is the best policy and told Emma the truth. I believe that there is a time and a place when you just have to lie to your kids. Emma being a great reader that she is, stumbled over a book about the man that lives at the North Pole. Deep down in her little heart she would love to believe that there really is a Santa Claus but she is now older and much wiser. Emma is a trooper though, she continues the tradition and tells Annya she better behave or there will be no gifts from Santa.

Annya does believe in Santa Claus but she is a little more realistic. Daddy, where did you get your new jacket? From Santa Claus Annya. So, Santa Claus gave it to your Sister and your Sister gave it to you? Yes Annya. Unfortunately one of Annya's Santa Claus gift was lost in the mail. We then took Annya to the store and had her pick out her own gift. Mommy then tells Annya that this is her Santa Claus gift. Ok Mommy, Santa Claus gave it to the store and then you bought it for me right?

Yung has heard of Santa Claus but doesn't really know what type of gig he performs. He didn't care as long as the gifts kept coming in. Each gift opened his eyes wide and smiled from ear to ear.

Daddy, when is the next Christmas? It is next year Annya. I can't wait Daddy. Me either Annya:)

Monday, December 26, 2011
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December 05, 2011

In late August in China, I felt I definitely lost the invisible battle of my son Yung, 19 months old, vs my sister's son, 25 month old then. 6 months did not seem to be much, but my sister son was one head taller and one hundred times more capable of saying whatever he wants to say. Besides, he was very well adjusted, not a bit whiny, certainly not on his mom's breast. In comparison, all Yung could muster his courage to say is: No. With his pretty face and big eyes, he stared at anyone who tried to talk to him and shot back: No. No. My sister's son was also a bit of a bully, at one time, he kicked Yung, and Yung just cried hopelessly.

Fast forward to NOW, it is different from THEN. Six months actually do make a lot of difference.

Yung can say pretty much anything now. He is still not making much of a sentence yet, but he is a fabulous copy cat and even managed to be poetic occasionally. One day, he looked at moon and said: Hello, Moon; when we walked into a building and moon disappeared from view, he said: Moon gone!

He is a deft user of the word "Share". When he wanted to have something that Annya is having, he says: Annya, Share. After a few times, if he does not get it, he would say angrily and emphatically: Annya, Share! Share!

He starts to tell on his sisters as a means of defense. One day, he said, Annya hurt me.

The silent days of one-directional booking-reading finally became a much more enjoyable experience, because Yung is an active reader now, he has a stack of favorite books with favorite pages, he knows every animal in his animal book, he loves the series of Piggie and Elephant. He also is heavily influenced by his sisters that he would ask for princess books. Duh.

Yung, then and now

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In late August in China, I felt I definitely lost the invisible battle of my son Yung, 19 months old, vs my sister's son, 25 month old then. 6 months did not seem to be much, but my sister son was one head taller and one hundred times more capable of saying whatever he wants to say. Besides, he was very well adjusted, not a bit whiny, certainly not on his mom's breast. In comparison, all Yung could muster his courage to say is: No. With his pretty face and big eyes, he stared at anyone who tried to talk to him and shot back: No. No. My sister's son was also a bit of a bully, at one time, he kicked Yung, and Yung just cried hopelessly.

Fast forward to NOW, it is different from THEN. Six months actually do make a lot of difference.

Yung can say pretty much anything now. He is still not making much of a sentence yet, but he is a fabulous copy cat and even managed to be poetic occasionally. One day, he looked at moon and said: Hello, Moon; when we walked into a building and moon disappeared from view, he said: Moon gone!

He is a deft user of the word "Share". When he wanted to have something that Annya is having, he says: Annya, Share. After a few times, if he does not get it, he would say angrily and emphatically: Annya, Share! Share!

He starts to tell on his sisters as a means of defense. One day, he said, Annya hurt me.

The silent days of one-directional booking-reading finally became a much more enjoyable experience, because Yung is an active reader now, he has a stack of favorite books with favorite pages, he knows every animal in his animal book, he loves the series of Piggie and Elephant. He also is heavily influenced by his sisters that he would ask for princess books. Duh.

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December 04, 2011

Winter is finally here I think. It was a nice 45 degrees so we decided to take the kids to Millennium Park for a little ice skating. Yung's feet were too small. The smallest size they had was a eight but he wears a five. Emma had to wear boy ice skates and Annya wore Emma's old ice skates. I started to have flash backs of China. The skating ring was very crowded. I stayed back with Yung, Mommy took Annya to the ice and Emma held onto the skating ring wall.

It was now my turn to take out Annya, Emma was still holding onto the wall, we started our skate traveling approximately 1 to 2 mph. Annya falls and then cleans off the ice from her pants. She falls again and cleans off the ice on her pants with her hand and then licks the ice off her hand. Annya, I don't think it is a good idea that you lick the ice off your hands. Ok Daddy. After Annya fell around 20 times, she then looks at me like a true woman and says, Daddy you don't know how to skate, you need to get out now. Holding her hand didn't seem to work or help her from falling. So I decided to let her go. She actually did much better on her own. Annya was able to skate the ring falling twice on her own.

It was getting darker and colder. Mommy was ready to go home. So I met Emma holding onto the wall. Emma it is time to go. Why Daddy? I don't want too. It is getting late and cold Emma. Daddy I don't want to go. Ok Emma, let me take onto the skating ring. No Daddy, let me go, I'm ready to go home right now. In fairness to Emma, I don't believe her rented skates were a good fight. Her feet even wobbled on the sidewalk. We will have to buy Emma her own skates and hopefully she will no longer be a wall huger

Skate Night

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Winter is finally here I think. It was a nice 45 degrees so we decided to take the kids to Millennium Park for a little ice skating. Yung's feet were too small. The smallest size they had was a eight but he wears a five. Emma had to wear boy ice skates and Annya wore Emma's old ice skates. I started to have flash backs of China. The skating ring was very crowded. I stayed back with Yung, Mommy took Annya to the ice and Emma held onto the skating ring wall.

It was now my turn to take out Annya, Emma was still holding onto the wall, we started our skate traveling approximately 1 to 2 mph. Annya falls and then cleans off the ice from her pants. She falls again and cleans off the ice on her pants with her hand and then licks the ice off her hand. Annya, I don't think it is a good idea that you lick the ice off your hands. Ok Daddy. After Annya fell around 20 times, she then looks at me like a true woman and says, Daddy you don't know how to skate, you need to get out now. Holding her hand didn't seem to work or help her from falling. So I decided to let her go. She actually did much better on her own. Annya was able to skate the ring falling twice on her own.

It was getting darker and colder. Mommy was ready to go home. So I met Emma holding onto the wall. Emma it is time to go. Why Daddy? I don't want too. It is getting late and cold Emma. Daddy I don't want to go. Ok Emma, let me take onto the skating ring. No Daddy, let me go, I'm ready to go home right now. In fairness to Emma, I don't believe her rented skates were a good fight. Her feet even wobbled on the sidewalk. We will have to buy Emma her own skates and hopefully she will no longer be a wall huger

Sunday, December 04, 2011
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