tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67191582012-01-14T12:35:35.055-06:00Xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827442827009516164noreply@blogger.comBlogger5981100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-57184686460047114552012-01-14T11:56:00.005-06:002012-01-14T12:35:35.070-06:00

Yung is now two, Mommy has stopped checking the calender against his progress. No more questions like when is he going to walk? When is he going to talk? He is now a singer and a dancer. His favorite songs are Twinkle Little Star, Itsy Bitsy Spider and a Chinese brushing teeth song. Yung understands words in English, Spanish and sings in Chinese.He can say sentences and give orders. Daddy,

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It is a feat to simply have three kids. How did you manage it? I got the question a lot. I smiled, yeah, it is a lot to manage. But yep, we managed to be mostly a happy bunch. One thing about have a family of five is that you bump into someone’s birthday a lot. Daddy’s birthday bumps into Annya’s, mommy’s bumps into Yung’s.Yung is about to turn 2 year old. I have forgotten to check all the

Xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827442827009516164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-65648553726769009982011-12-26T23:12:00.003-06:002011-12-26T23:14:07.591-06:00

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

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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

Xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827442827009516164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-42055516058108460332011-12-04T18:42:00.001-06:002011-12-04T19:35:35.493-06:00

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,

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About two weeks ago we bought two pumpkin baskets for Halloween. A blue one for Yung and a purple one for Annya. At first Emma said that Annya already had a basket and didn't need another one. Daddy then checked the price of the basket. It was $1 per basket. Emma, I think we can splurge on a second basket for Annya.For two weeks Annya took the basket to preschool and Yung also took his to daycare

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We adults may be obsessed with celebrities, for little girls, it is princesses in castles. The glitter, glamour, the dress, the romance. Now with Halloween, they have the most legit reason to be a princess in public. So for this Halloween, Annya dressed as a snow-white, Emma as Arial during the day, a Chinese Ge-Ge (Princess) in the evening. Louis did not care, so we made a Mr. Potato out of one

Xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827442827009516164noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-60578464337966637402011-10-31T09:23:00.003-05:002011-11-01T09:47:28.377-05:00

Xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827442827009516164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-54360445994795544742011-10-15T07:16:00.003-05:002011-10-15T07:21:05.691-05:00

My magic wand is my photoshop, with which I sure can transform Emma and Annya into disney land, fairy land.

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Xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827442827009516164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-76059110630297890592011-10-02T20:17:00.002-05:002011-10-02T21:05:22.870-05:00

Emma's art gets better and Mommies expectations get higher. Mommy tells Emma that if she really wants to become an artist she needs to try harder. I thought the picture was pretty good and had doubts that Emma even drew this beautiful picture. I think it is too early to worry about her art skills. If she was nine then I would be concerned about her potential.Annya continues to believe that

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When Apple's Big I-s are all over in everyone's pockets, hands and heads, iPhone, iPod, iTouch, i-Whatever, I never felt like being part of it. However, before I went to China, the need for a light-weight computer made me check out mobile tablets at BestBuy.I decided on an IPad and was sold on the first day. Because I, as many of parents before me, found out that iPad can be a pretty good

Xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827442827009516164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-61474946710202270072011-09-12T15:25:00.003-05:002011-09-12T16:48:38.779-05:00

In Beijing, on a little street, we met this guy who was selling animal figures made out of some thing like syrup. At our request, he made a sheep standing on a Calabash Gourd (葫芦) within one minute. We took the little sweet sheep all the way back to our hotel, eventually my son could help but eat it piece by piece.We all had a good time in chengdu, the toy kingdom.The kids were playing bubbles at

Xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827442827009516164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-45314927693414765922011-09-11T13:42:00.008-05:002011-09-11T14:58:25.747-05:00

Flying to China is no joke. Thirteen hours anywhere is a long time; thirteen hours on a plane is brutal. The kids were able to make beds on the plane and pretty much slept through most of the flight. The IPAD kept them entertained the rest of the way. Mommy and Daddy were too big to get comfortable and stretched out. The only things we could do was try to upload a movie that wouldn't work,

Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12149593644712368847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-62484188207803739062011-09-09T16:39:00.006-05:002011-09-11T15:26:40.158-05:00

On Aug. 22, with much trepidation and excitement, we flew to China. We made it! We made little beds out of a row of 5 tiny seats, Yung managed to sleep through; Emma and Annya managed to nap on top of each other or on us; while we, being great parents, sat mostly through the 13-hour flight.We arrived at Beijing around 12:30. The Beijing swindlers managed to cheat us 1000 RMB in the first half

Xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827442827009516164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-40538637153689703222011-08-13T20:13:00.002-05:002011-08-13T20:46:24.789-05:00

Daddy, I'm really excited about going to China. I'm going to get on the internet and learn about China's Great Wall. That's a good idea Emma. Daddy did you know that some Chinese people believe in good and bad spirits? Really Emma. Yes Daddy, do you believe in bad spirits? No Emma, I don't believe in bad spirits. Some Chinese people due believe in bad spirits Daddy. Emma, those people are

Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12149593644712368847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-59117488379293046872011-07-25T08:27:00.003-05:002011-07-25T08:58:24.412-05:00

Daddy, do you believe in God? Yes, Emma. Then why doesn't Mommy? You and I have been taught to believe in God from the start of school. Mommy went to school in China. In China they don't teach the children to believe in God. Many Chinese people don't believe in God. Just because Mommy doesn't believe in God doesn't make it wrong or bad.Daddy, I kicked Emma and she kicked me back. Is that

Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12149593644712368847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-47086654089375433102011-07-06T00:37:00.003-05:002011-07-06T01:01:54.794-05:00

Emma, Annya and Yung had a great time in the pool. Unfortunately the pool was the coolest place to be with the kids which made it difficult for diving and swimming. They say a baby can drown in as little as 2 inches of water in a pool; but I felt safe with Yung's sisters and his cousins keeping an eye on him.We also saw a very nice fireworks show on the 3rd of July. All the kids and big kids

Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12149593644712368847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-90726549225257163702011-06-30T10:39:00.002-05:002011-06-30T11:01:29.603-05:00

When Daddy first met Mommy we had a deal. Grandma and Mommy would cook dinner and I would wash the dishes. Things suddenly turned South when Grandma and Grandpa went back to China. Dish washing included cleaning the house, washing clothes and everything else that needed to be done.However, there is a light shinning at the end of the tunnel. Emma and Annya have now started to clean up the table

Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12149593644712368847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-13093461746832899692011-06-27T10:32:00.005-05:002011-06-27T11:53:09.538-05:00

Every once in a while, I have the urge to get out, out of Chicago, somewhere else. Indiana never do. Louis, despite his couch potato's tendency, is always a willing accomplice and chauffeur. He is even happy to lend me an arm to sleep on while driving car with the other arm; and the kids? They were jumping up and down upon the news that we were going. Does not matter where, just SOMEWHERE (They

Xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827442827009516164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-33330446086665939182011-06-20T15:23:00.000-05:002011-06-20T15:24:22.836-05:00

Xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827442827009516164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-34797165782233814002011-06-20T15:15:00.000-05:002011-06-20T15:16:24.861-05:00

Xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827442827009516164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-17084955726422400732011-06-20T00:00:00.002-05:002011-06-20T00:11:52.875-05:00

The tree or the apple? In the case of Grandma Ding. It was the apple. Grandma Ding started saving our seeds from the fruits we were consuming. We thought it was funny that Grandma Ding was saving the seeds and started planting them in a small container. She didn't think it was funny especially after two of the seeds started to sprout. Thanks to Grandma we have two home made apple trees

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Mommy loves to read and tell stories to the kids every night before they go to bed. The kids always pay keen attention and are always enthusiastic. This picture captures a thrilling moment from one of Mommies story from old China. The picture speaks for itself. Just after two minutes of Mommies story; Emma is in shock, Annya is very sad and Yung just can't believe it. Mommy is the great

Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12149593644712368847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-17861163490433170922011-06-13T22:13:00.002-05:002011-06-13T22:19:32.378-05:00

Daddy, have you ever seen baby pictures of me? Why do you want to know Emma? Just wanted to know if I look better now or better when I was a baby? Emma, when you were born you were a pretty ugly baby. I know Daddy, I looked like a tomato. You look so much better now. Thank you Daddy.Daddy, are you falling in love with me? Annya, all Daddy's love their kids. Ok Daddy.

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Emma and her friends performed "Greased Lightning" and "Summer Night". She had an interview after the show. Video to follow when it becomes available.We played with play dough, using rollers, cutters, making birdies, cows, and flowers

Xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827442827009516164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-9116985203569157732011-06-10T10:18:00.003-05:002011-06-10T10:21:58.492-05:00

I have wanted to blog about the memorial weekend, about that Louis driving to Indiana in pouring rain, I sat relaxing watching the thick fog that was rain that made our car seem to be the only thing that was moving, and Annya and Yung slumbering in the back seat, Emma reading her Magic Tree House book, the "Annastatia" music played over and over and again ... But before I knew it, two weeks

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Xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827442827009516164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-65397044457127285842011-05-30T17:04:00.004-05:002011-06-10T09:30:03.229-05:00

I am counting the words that Yung can speak, not many, actually, only a few: ma-ma, da-da (he only belatedly started to call Louis Da-Da and still constantly, conveniently call him ma.), ball, by-by, more-more, bo-ber (could be for birdies and books), since yesterday, he has added a new word: u-u-p-p. I think he sometims also said po-op, but cannot be sure. He is a master user of No-No. He

Xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827442827009516164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-55662590720799427132011-05-30T16:36:00.003-05:002011-05-30T17:27:38.667-05:00

It was a rainy Saturday afternoon so I decided to take the kids and the significant other to the movies. We decided to go see Kung Fu Panda. When we arrived, it was pouring rain. Daddy being such a great Dad drops everybody off at the front door entrance. Daddy finally arrives soaking wet. Mommy then said that she left her glasses in the car. Great, Daddy gets to run in the the rain again

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Xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827442827009516164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-9368498669095559262011-05-27T10:51:00.002-05:002011-05-27T10:55:14.778-05:00

It is really getting warm now, so more and more we (mainly I) take the kids out to the park. The park is only three blocks away. Sometimes three blocks are just one block too far for three kids ranging from 1 year old to 7. Our neighbor Mason, a 8 year old boy, loves to join us. So five of us, Mason runs, skips and circles back; Emma and Annya runs and stops, picking tree leaves, picking and

Xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827442827009516164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-24227508148044756072011-05-10T15:31:00.003-05:002011-05-10T15:55:02.331-05:00

We love birdies too. Hopefully birdie mom can take care of them. Last year, only two out of four survived.

Xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827442827009516164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-44141507711060644122011-05-07T17:35:00.004-05:002011-05-07T18:38:57.694-05:00

Yung has finally decided to walk. It has taken him nearly sixteen months to become a two legged creature. We were worried Mommy gave him a bad gene. Doctor had told us not to be concerned because many kids tend to learn how to walk at a maturer age. I wont miss carrying 30 pounds around but I will miss the two little arms reaching out and saying pick me up Daddy.Emma's vocabulary continues to

Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12149593644712368847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-13844527287650447782011-04-25T14:06:00.004-05:002011-04-25T14:51:48.032-05:00

The spring week has passed, now i am sitting in my office, in my zone, working furiously. Completely calm, completely forgot what the kids and I have done for the spring break. It just zipped through, we did not even go to any special places, events. Oh, yeah, I was in Washington D.C. for a day, and on that day Louis took them to camp out at his dad's. They came home with baskets of chocolates in

Xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827442827009516164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-78080974925585673822011-04-25T12:31:00.002-05:002011-04-25T12:52:16.349-05:00

Annya Sings Do-Ye-Me, A year without rain ..Itsy, bitsy spiderEmma Tap performance at Old Town SchoolEmms sings a year without rain, while Annya screams along :)

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Yung will be 15 months old soon. We are still waiting for him to walk. His maximum distance is approximately 4 toddler steps. He does take the cutest steps that I have ever seen though. Yung will throw up both hands straight up in the air and wobble the steps that he can. Some day soon he will be walking opening another can of worms.Annya will be turning four shortly. She has become a good

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Xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827442827009516164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-64961540848608414392011-03-25T20:27:00.005-05:002011-03-25T21:33:13.970-05:00

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

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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

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Xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827442827009516164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-24790718706594952172011-03-06T22:33:00.002-06:002011-03-06T22:48:25.530-06:00

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

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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

Xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827442827009516164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-76892779833782540372011-02-21T18:49:00.003-06:002011-02-21T19:47:52.603-06:00

Emma, I don't want to go to school. Annya, why don't you want to go? I don't like the school, I don't like the teachers, I don't like the kids in the school. The only person I like is me! Daddy did you hear Annya? Yes, at least she does like someone:)Emma loves going to school and gets upset when her school closes for Holidays. Hopefully some of that love will rub off on Annya. Yung

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Up to date, Yung has already had two surgeries. So up to now in Yung's young life, he has already raked up more than 20k medical bills before insurance. God forbids us not to have good insurance.Money aside, Yung took all surgeries, infections, colds alike valiantly and nonchalantly. That is, as if nothing happened or is happening. Half an hour after his 2nd surgery, he slept tummy down and

Xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827442827009516164noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-15085784577250357372011-02-14T15:15:00.002-06:002011-02-14T15:30:45.175-06:00

Annya has locked the door to a room with no one inside a couple of times. Emma has watched me take the door knob off and open the door. She can probably unlock a door herself. After coming home from work I find the bathroom door missing a door knob. I asked Emma in the morning if Annya locked the door again? She said yes. She then said that Mommy was trying to put the screw driver in the

Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12149593644712368847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-13665463607448556962011-01-30T07:37:00.002-06:002011-01-30T08:11:40.013-06:00

Mommy celebrated another birthday. They seem to be coming a little more often then she would like. The toughest decision to make was the cake selection. I had a craving for Moon cake. Mommy said that is not till next year. I never did ask why? Poor Moon, we can only celebrate every other year. Annya picked out a predictable chocolate cake. Emma wanted a cheese cake. So I made a tough

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Yung continues to get smarter. He can't say Blue Ray Player but he knows how to turn it on and take out a DVD. Also when he picks up something from the floor and is told "no" he will give you the item but then he immediately asks for it back as if to say I found it first. When he does find something eatable on the floor, he doesn't hesitate to put it in his mouth and then he turns around to

Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12149593644712368847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-10754629173003263522011-01-15T06:45:00.007-06:002011-01-15T07:30:19.385-06:00

Twenty three months ago Yung put our debate to an end. Should we or should we not bring a child into our world? He would no longer wait for us to make a decision and took it upon himself to swim as hard and as fast as he can to beat everyone else to the egg. He was rewarded for his efforts and dropped into our lives 01/16/10. It wasn't an easy journey for Yung. When he arrived he was as red

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On Jan 16th, this Sunday, Yung will be one year old. He has grown so much, crossed so many milestones! I still remembered how he hated tummy-time. Whenever I put him face down, he would just lay there and cry hopelessly. How he progressed from that to now he crawls as fast as centipede, eludes me. Last night he called me ma-ma over and over, then he continued to say: bao-bao, bao-bao, because I

Xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827442827009516164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-2443915503860509802011-01-04T15:56:00.005-06:002011-01-04T16:31:06.853-06:00

It was the time of the year, Emma, Annya, even/especially the baby, got a lot of presents. To go high-tech, we got them Zhu-Zhu hamsters, then Wii (Kids fit). As the hottest IT presents, both were sold. So we actually had to wait after Christmas. No matter. I think we are not those people who, on the Christmas morning would tiptoe to the Christmas tree to check for presents, cry in disappointment

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Last year Santa didn't exist for Emma. This year Emma added a twist for Santa. She said that Santa does exist. She further said that the parents are Santa Claus and are the one's buying the gifts for Santa. Her theory is that since parents exist and are buying gifts for Santa; Santa therefore exists. Emma then explained her philosophy to Annya. Annya didn't give Emma's theory a second thought.

Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12149593644712368847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-88259100456051497652010-12-19T22:26:00.002-06:002010-12-19T22:31:08.288-06:00

Tap Performance at Old Town SchoolBroadway kids Part IBroadway kids Part II

Xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827442827009516164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-52227764545213006142010-12-18T22:22:00.003-06:002010-12-18T22:56:50.407-06:00

Emma performed twice this week. Her first performance was singing and acting. She looked a little shy on the stage. She only had two class mates with her and the other students were older. She remembered her lines but was a little quiet. She didn't sing all the words to a song. I gave her a rating of six.It is ironic because we normally have to tell Emma your are too loud; you need to give Annya

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Mama cooked our first Turkey home made dinner. She cleaned the Turkey extremely well. Too well. Mama removed everything including the temperature probe. Daddy was a little worried. Even Daddy knows what a temperature probe is. She insisted that the Turkey will come out fine. The 20 lb Turkey cooked for 5 hours. Mama then checked it with the reliable chop stick. Chop stick said the

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This is the best night for all candy lovers including Emma and Annya. Emma was ready to go with no fears; besides her fear of dogs. Annya was a little hesitant. She remembered last years ghosts and goblins. Her love for Junk Food is too strong to keep her at home. She was ready for tricks or treats.We were off in the cold night searching for friendly houses with the lights turned on. Many

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It is Halloween time. For little kids, it is candy time. Emma is obviously happy, however torn by her conscience. And Annya has always welcomed junk in her life. Now the word junk is equivalent of candies, cookies, chocolates. Junk by default just means something sweet and a little bit forbidden. Mommy, can I have some junk? She would ask. Mommy, can we buy this junk?The battle is lost before it

Xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827442827009516164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-35843427750644459912010-10-23T18:24:00.003-05:002010-10-23T18:59:20.679-05:00

Emma is very competitive with Annya. She has a great 3 year advantage over her biggest rival. Emma has never lost a race against Annya, or at least in her mind she has never lost. Even when she has lost to Annya, she will say how can I lose if I was never in the race? I think Emma will make a fine lawyer someday. Who is my #1? That is very easy. We have Emma, Annya and Yung. How can you go

Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12149593644712368847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-26254625192125304152010-10-15T23:33:00.003-05:002010-10-15T23:40:53.738-05:00

Daddy, is it true if two people are born on the same day and one is born one minute before the other one, he or she is older?Yes Emma, who ever is born first on the same day will be older.Really? So that means that person would die first of old age.Not everyone dies of old age.I know Daddy, some people die young.

Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12149593644712368847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-45492060161016100482010-10-11T13:09:00.007-05:002010-10-11T13:39:36.718-05:00

Today is the most perfect day in my entire life. Emma loves to use big words, blanket terms as such. I guess it has to be, if you are immersed with new and big and fantastical words, and if you only have merely seven years to sum up. Emma has grown, taller, prettier, more confident, thoughtful and helpful every day. Talking about confidence, obviously she thought she was the BEST, so one day she

Xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827442827009516164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-51312863042528566492010-10-09T17:45:00.002-05:002010-10-09T18:08:29.950-05:00

Emma is no longer 6 and a half. It seems like she was stuck on that number for a long time. Just last week, she still was 6 and a half. She turned 7 on the 7th of October. She continues to do well in school and is becoming a great artist. I believe she has two left feet in her dancing class but she is making up for it in her cooking class.Annya is also doing well in school. All the teachers

Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12149593644712368847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-34906847326559362732010-09-11T08:41:00.003-05:002010-09-11T09:22:18.365-05:00

Emma finally makes it to 1st Grade. All we heard all Summer long was when do I start 1st grade? I want to go back to school. How many more days? blah blah blah. She has grown into a fine young girl. Her pants are noticeable shorter. Annya also had a nice Summer. She was exposed to her first school bus ride. Mommy and Daddy were fortunate to take several field trips with Annya riding a big

Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12149593644712368847noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-63977421460851089142010-07-18T13:38:00.003-05:002010-07-18T13:50:35.082-05:00

Daddy when I grow up Prince Yung and I are going to get married.Emma, you can't marry your brother.Why not? Daddy married Mommy.Yung has your blood; you can't marry your own blood.He isn't my baby; he doesn't have my blood.You and Yung came from Mommy and have the same blood.If I can't marry Yung then I wouldn't get married.

Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12149593644712368847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-19021505648226463562010-07-17T09:39:00.003-05:002010-07-17T10:11:48.358-05:00

Emma is enjoying her Summer Camp. She already has gone on two field trips. Her last trip was to the beach. The temperature was about 97 degrees. Her cheese melted in her back pack before she had a chance to eat it. She still said she had a great time. She also goes swimming daily. Her goal is to be a swimmer when she reaches 18. For now she is content with walking and hugging the swimming pool

Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12149593644712368847noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-40211429904301939562010-06-03T21:08:00.003-05:002010-06-03T21:37:12.134-05:00

It is Sunday, a day before Memorial Day. Emma asks where are we going? We are going to the Cemetery. What is a Cemetery? A Cemetery is a place where people rest in peace after they die. We are going to give flowers to my Mom. Your Mom didn't go to Heaven? Her Soul did go to Heaven but our bodies will stay on Earth. After will arrive Emma asks, does your Mom fit in that small box? No Emma, that is

Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12149593644712368847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-42732863578211834832010-05-19T12:56:00.001-05:002010-05-19T13:09:17.869-05:00

Yesterday, Yung hit his four-month birthday, before that, Annya became 3 and Louis reached an undisclosed age. The past few months, Annya has contracted all sorts of illnesses, occasionally serious, mostly minor. She had sinus infection, peumonia, stomach flu. She was in and out of fever now and then. At one time, she got pink eyes, before long, Emma and Yung had their eyes all pink and

Xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827442827009516164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-74406823325905266912010-05-13T13:51:00.001-05:002010-05-13T13:56:13.974-05:00

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Emma has been writting beautiful letters to everyone of us, especially Yung (Too bad, I used to be the one to whom she addressed in her daily school letters).The following are two samples:Dear Yung,Ever since you were born you were so cute and you still are. But I also like how you are funny caus you sometimes kick your legs and your feet out in a snap and pull them back slowly, and when I kiss

Xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827442827009516164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-64934036949530639292010-04-24T10:13:00.003-05:002010-04-24T10:55:39.441-05:00

We made our annual inspection for surviving plantation. The final report was mixed. Good news first; all our tries survived, even Grandma's apple tree that was made from a seed of anapple that we had eaten. Unfortunately we had some causalities; some of our flowers didn't make it through the brutal winter.This year we are implementing plan b. Instead of buying flowers, we decided to buy flower

Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12149593644712368847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-13807775051922616062010-04-05T07:02:00.003-05:002010-04-05T07:41:43.819-05:00

One evening we were eating at a restaurant. Emma wants to order a soft drink on her own. I give her a five dollar bill. She returns with her soft drink and brings back 4 dollar bills and change. Emma then says, Daddy I'm getting better at ordering my own stuff. Yes you are Emma. I have a question Daddy. After I paid the cashier for the soft drink, why did the cashier give me more money

Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12149593644712368847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-12082894951159464252010-03-22T09:18:00.003-05:002010-03-22T10:18:31.587-05:00

The other side of believing is gullible. Other than believing fairies and princesses and heaven, etc., Emma these two days firmly believes that if you soak broken glasses in water, somehow the shards would lose the edge and become dull. We say no, Emma, it won't make a difference. She says: Yes. To prove us wrong, she started her experiment, putting shards of a broken glass in a little cup of RED

Xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827442827009516164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-16548105443980425712010-03-15T14:28:00.001-05:002010-03-15T14:39:07.036-05:00

Xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827442827009516164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-23411230129100210252010-03-08T07:16:00.002-06:002010-03-08T07:37:04.527-06:00

Emma and Annya are having an issue with the bedroom door. Emma wants the door open and Annya wants the door closed. They go back and forth. The door opens and closes several times. Finally Emma stops and calls Annya a Ruler. Annya replies that she isn't a Ruler! I have no idea what a Ruler is and how does Annya know that she isn't a Ruler? I then grab Emma and ask her what is a Ruler? She

Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12149593644712368847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-70906240349394160562010-02-27T21:46:00.003-06:002010-02-28T07:13:07.991-06:00

About a month ago; the Principle of Emma's school asked the kindergarten Teacher if she had any student in her class that could recite the pledge of allegiance. She said that Emma wouldn't have a problem reading the pledge for the school. Emma performed it flawlessly. Her Teacher said that she read it nice and slow, clear and loud.Annya is also doing well in school. Her Teacher said that she is

Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12149593644712368847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-91375484442389807802010-02-14T07:39:00.004-06:002010-02-14T08:18:13.199-06:00

Happy New Year to my wife and kids and too our family in China. We have been fortunate starting the New Year with a little big Tiger. Everyone is doing fine. Yung is almost one month old and enjoys being held all the time. Annya's vocabulary is constantly growing. Thanks to Barney, she says often: I love you mommy, I love you daddy, were a big happy family. Emma continues to do well in school and

Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12149593644712368847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-79134400859999518252010-01-30T09:06:00.010-06:002010-01-30T20:29:05.143-06:00

Mommy celebrated her birthday with us. Emma and I took Annya to day care. Emma had the no school today so we went shopping for Mom's gift. After we found her gift; we needed a birthday cake. We found a nice little Mexican Bakery that had great cakes. Emma and I agreed on which cake to buy. It was a good choice. Everyone loved the cake, even Mommy.Annya worked hard at day care making a birthday

Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12149593644712368847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-25562133839506604082010-01-22T12:02:00.005-06:002010-01-22T12:25:18.533-06:00

Saturday, Jan. 16th, 2010, our little baby was born, 9 lbs 1 oz, 20.5''. He is a big baby by all standards. However, when he came out, he looked wrinkled, skinny, SMALL to me. I said: what a little monkey, while the doc and nurses were claiming him as the "big baby who came out in two pushes!". Obviously a hard-to-achieve feat!Louis is very proud of the boy, thinking he is best looking guy in the

Xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827442827009516164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-83363920783853172532010-01-19T23:32:00.002-06:002010-01-20T00:07:54.456-06:00

Mommy put the girls to sleep at 9:20 pm. Yung was hungry and learned quickly that Daddy didn't have any milk to give. Mommy then feed Yung and put him to sleep. I can see both girls moving around on the bed with no signs of sleep. At about 9:30 Annya walks out from the room with a big smile from ear to ear. Daddy can I have a M&M? She had just brushed her teeth; but how can you say no to a

Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12149593644712368847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-47760023709212323492010-01-16T20:37:00.002-06:002010-01-16T20:51:30.636-06:00

Our new baby Yung lived up to his name. He came 13 days early and he came BIG. He tipped the scale at 9 lbs 1 oz and towered at 20.5 inches. Mom and baby are doing great. Yung does look like a yung me. Emma did ask me if I looked like that when I was a baby? I told her that I did look like a baby when I was born. 01/16/2010 hopefully will be the start of a long and happy journey for Mr.

Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12149593644712368847noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-77016562985128816812010-01-08T09:54:00.001-06:002010-01-08T09:56:19.556-06:00

Dad, when will the day end?It will end tonight.I mean, when will God stop creating people? I know that when I grow up I will have kids and my kids will have kids. When are the Aliens going to take over?God is not going to stop creating people and Aliens will never take over us.I know we are here with other creatures but are there any Aliens?For now it is just us, Scientists are still looking for

Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12149593644712368847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-76846578912928980372009-12-31T11:39:00.016-06:002009-12-31T12:22:26.119-06:00

This Christmas, Emma is our little santa. She gave us a beautifully drawn calendar of 2010. And she managed to keep the secret till the very morning of Chrimas, though a couple of times she could not help herself by asking me: mommy do you want to guess who is your santa? Do you want to see your present? ...

Xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827442827009516164noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-65143244465117957922009-12-29T21:30:00.003-06:002009-12-29T21:40:48.343-06:00

Mommy and Daddy, is the baby going to have a little thing?What little thing are you talking about Emma?The little thing in front of the butt.Yes, all little boys have little things.How do you know about little things?I just know all boys have little things.Daddy, do you have a little thing?Mommy said yes, Daddy has a little thing.Daddy, what do you call that little thing?I refuse to answer that

Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12149593644712368847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-84723183729557127942009-12-28T17:12:00.003-06:002009-12-28T17:19:07.583-06:00

Finally got some time to sort out the videos we took the last couple of months, post some here, still more to come.Playing with WaterSinging "ABC", etcCooking for the babyWashing a baby

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Mommy doesn't believe in Santa Claus because she doesn't Know Santa. The girls enjoyed Christmas. Receiving many gifts had a positive impact on the Holiday. We started early and opened some of the gifts on Christmas Eve at my Dad's house. The girls received several gifts that Day. They both loved each gift that they received. Driving home from my Dad's, Emma asked me if I was sure that I

Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12149593644712368847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-81637743712289219932009-12-23T09:34:00.003-06:002009-12-23T09:45:03.979-06:00

St. Luke is a Lutheran school, it is a good school. Emma had a good school year there when she was around 5. However, that year there has opened a flood gate of religious talk and thoughts in her. A lot of them made me laugh.The other day, she said: oh, mommy, you do not believe in God because you do not KNOW GOD!Now Annya goes to a Christian school, where she is taught one bible story every day,

Xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827442827009516164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-84433946794005867652009-12-23T04:45:00.003-06:002009-12-23T04:50:43.281-06:00

Daddy, can we get on a airplane and fly to Heaven?No Emma, there are no airplanes that can fly to Heaven.Where is Heaven and how far away is it?Heaven is anywhere and everywhere your heart wishes it to be. Besides, you too young to be planning a trip to Heaven.

Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12149593644712368847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-2717109943917126362009-12-14T20:12:00.004-06:002009-12-14T20:23:00.157-06:00

While I have plenty of excuses not blogging, I always get some nice pictures, especially Emma is more and more fond of taking pictures, posing as if she is some kind of movie star ...By the way, I have created a blog exclusively of Emma, by Emma and for Emma.http://diarysince6.blogspot.com/

Xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827442827009516164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-90789335930916805072009-12-14T03:55:00.002-06:002009-12-14T20:15:28.451-06:00

Daddy do you have breasts? Everyone has breasts. Moms breasts are bigger. I think there bigger because she has to feed the baby. Do all girls have babies? Not all the girls. Girls get married first than they have babies. So you married mommy and now she is having a baby? Yes, she is now having a baby.

Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12149593644712368847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-75010138857297474812009-12-13T21:47:00.002-06:002009-12-13T22:18:05.656-06:00

Our kids and our money went to Navy Pier. The girls came back but our money stayed. Emma and Annya had a great time. Just seeing the girls smile was enough to cover our expenses. They both designed and eat their own cookie. Emma said that her cookie was too big. So I unwillingly volunteered to eat the rest of her cookie. Don't know what happened to Annya's cookie. I know she didn't share

Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12149593644712368847noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-44319996219001180392009-11-25T02:29:00.003-06:002009-11-25T03:06:42.411-06:00

Annya is now 2 1/2 and has turned the corner headed to 3. She has become more independent. Annya can get dressed by herself. Sometimes her shirt is on backwards. Instead of turning her shirt around; she posses with her back to you and says nice shirt. I think she is creating a fashion statement. Annya enjoys helping mom cook and making a mess in the kitchen. She is actually a great egg

Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12149593644712368847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-74796601324916473752009-11-14T05:45:00.003-06:002009-11-14T06:56:42.010-06:00

Daddy what happened to Thanksgiving? Doesn't anyone care?What do you mean?I look around and only see Christmas decorations everywhere. I don't see any Thanksgiving decorations.Your right, I don't see any Turkeys looking at us from any house windows.Just always be thankful for what you have and don't worry about others.Daddy, Christmas is my favorite Holiday.I know; it is better giving gifts to a

Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12149593644712368847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-80911997533832435842009-11-05T17:07:00.005-06:002009-11-05T17:22:05.412-06:00

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My first Halloween with the girls. Mommy was feeling tired and opted to cook dinner while we went on our mission searching for candy. Our baby is getting bigger and stronger while Mommy is getting slower and more tiresome.I was always told to stay away from the light; but tonight we will walk towards the light and ask for treats at every lighted house. Before we could even make it to our first

Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12149593644712368847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-88112173259009544052009-10-16T20:31:00.003-05:002009-10-16T20:40:28.300-05:00

Daddy, when Annya whines at night I have trouble sleeping. When will she stop?Maybe when she is 3, she will stop.I think she will stop when she is 5.I thought I heard you whine last night?No Daddy, I was crying!Why were you crying?When Mommy closed the lights, I thought I saw a ghost sitting on the stroller.Ghosts can't hurt or scare you, they are not real.Okay Daddy.Maybe you saw a Halloween

Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12149593644712368847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-92171601003556925172009-10-14T13:59:00.005-05:002009-10-14T14:30:15.533-05:00

Mama, I promise to be a better girl, besides this coffin is boo big. Can we go home now?Happy birthday to Emma! We celebrated the day at Great America. Emma is now 6 and passing through Kindergarten. She is doing great in school and appears to even enjoy it. Lets hope she becomes very successful so we can enjoy our retirement.Annya is just wondering why did we bring her to such a scary place with

Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12149593644712368847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-63600096076701791982009-10-07T10:11:00.003-05:002009-10-07T10:13:43.865-05:00

No more guessing or wishful thinking from me or Emma or Louis, it is a boy! Now we have to come up with a name. No matter what it is, it won't be another Louis! (Is that terrible that you name your child the same name as a million other kids?)

Xunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16827442827009516164noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-75927888680288165642009-09-25T12:02:00.002-05:002009-09-25T12:18:08.114-05:00

October 1st will give us the answer and hopefully the first of many photos to come. All we want is a healthy Chinese/Mexican baby. Even though Mama is leaning towards another female, I'm supporting the male gender. Either will be loved just as much.Annya is adjusting to her school. There is still some resistance but she is getting better. I just wont tell her that College graduation is still

Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12149593644712368847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6719158.post-40877706146920294012009-09-18T13:03:00.002-05:002009-09-18T13:32:24.053-05:00

Has been almost two weeks since the girls go to school, actually for Annya, it is only the first week. It has been a hard week, she lost all appepites to eat, at school she could not nap, would not play. At night, she woke up crying. On the other hand, Emma has been extremely happy and excited to go to school everyday. The first day, she exclaimed: oh, it is not bad at all. The second day, she

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