Monday, August 24, 2009
In order to have a fairy tale ending...
So, while introducing Evelyn to Disney version of fairy tales, I came to realize that except for Sleep Beauty, most princesses or girls who became princesses have lost their potentially loving and caring biological mom at a very young age. Almost every story begins with the young girl losing her mother. What's up with that? I'm starting to think that the stories are telling their audiences to get rid of their moms if they want a "happily ever after" ending.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Two year olds are hard to understand.
I don't know if all two-year-olds are like this, but mine loves princess stories and Star War, and is torn between being a Yoda or Snow White this Halloween. Mine likes to say she's a bad guy or wicked witch, cast a spell or roar at you, and then hurry over to comfort you if you showed any signs of being afraid. She wants to capture any insect she spotted, loves animals, but also can't wait to bite into the lobster that is still waving its claws at her. While she does not like to watch sports, she is mesmerized by track competitions ("I want to see them run"). She adores adventure movies, loves to pretend fight, but would also cry over a sad song. In fact, after watching Dumbo today, she climbed into my lap, asked me to sing Baby Mine so she can bury her face into my embrace, and shed real tears over the emotions the song evoked. And here I thought girls won't get so emotional until the hormones start raging around puberty. Silly me...
Monday, August 10, 2009
What does it mean when the little girl is quiet...
Some times, when the house is quiet, it's because the little girl is either asleep, or engrossed in a book. But some times, the quietness hints to various levels of mess awaiting me to clean up.
Example 1.
Even before she hit two, Evelyn has learned that applying lotion is good for the skin. She loves to gently smooth any and all lotion she could find onto her face. Therefore, if the child disappeared into my room and was quiet for a few seconds, I could always expect her to reappear with her hands still smoothing some kind of lotion she found on my dresser onto her cheeks. Once, however, she did get carried away and treated her skin to something a little more unusual...
Example 2.
One afternoon, while I was busy in the kitchen and her dad on the computer, I realized that I had not heard her for a few minutes. Poking out onto the hall way, I saw her sitting serenely on the bottom step of the stairs, a tube of Desitin (from my diaper bag) in her hand, and herself covered in a thick, thick layer of the diaper rash ointment. Oh she did not cover herself randomly, the bottom half of her face was coated evenly as if she was getting herself ready for a shave, her hands were think with the ointment from front to back, and she was in the process of also applying the ointment to the bottom of her feet. Yes, even the bottom of her feet needs some loving. It took a lot of wet heavy duty paper towels and a shower to clean her off completely.
Example 3.
Evelyn was washed and set free after an hour at the pool the other day while the adults take our turns to shower. Drying my hair, I noticed the little girl who was supposed to be playing in her room was very quiet, in fact, so quiet, it was clear she was not upstairs any more. Wringing my hair dry, I started my way downstairs while calling out her name. The crinkle of plastic bags in the kitchen told me all I needed to know. Sure enough, the little girl in her wet hair and diaper was trying to put a bag of candy away. While we were busy, she'd slipped into the kitchen, moved a couple of boxes over to serve as steps, and got into the candy jar on the counter. "What did you have?" I asked. "Jelly beans, gummy bears, and CHOCOLATE!" she replied happily and proudly, with chocolate stain still around her mouth. Time to find another storing place for the candies.
Example 1.
Even before she hit two, Evelyn has learned that applying lotion is good for the skin. She loves to gently smooth any and all lotion she could find onto her face. Therefore, if the child disappeared into my room and was quiet for a few seconds, I could always expect her to reappear with her hands still smoothing some kind of lotion she found on my dresser onto her cheeks. Once, however, she did get carried away and treated her skin to something a little more unusual...
Example 2.
One afternoon, while I was busy in the kitchen and her dad on the computer, I realized that I had not heard her for a few minutes. Poking out onto the hall way, I saw her sitting serenely on the bottom step of the stairs, a tube of Desitin (from my diaper bag) in her hand, and herself covered in a thick, thick layer of the diaper rash ointment. Oh she did not cover herself randomly, the bottom half of her face was coated evenly as if she was getting herself ready for a shave, her hands were think with the ointment from front to back, and she was in the process of also applying the ointment to the bottom of her feet. Yes, even the bottom of her feet needs some loving. It took a lot of wet heavy duty paper towels and a shower to clean her off completely.
Example 3.
Evelyn was washed and set free after an hour at the pool the other day while the adults take our turns to shower. Drying my hair, I noticed the little girl who was supposed to be playing in her room was very quiet, in fact, so quiet, it was clear she was not upstairs any more. Wringing my hair dry, I started my way downstairs while calling out her name. The crinkle of plastic bags in the kitchen told me all I needed to know. Sure enough, the little girl in her wet hair and diaper was trying to put a bag of candy away. While we were busy, she'd slipped into the kitchen, moved a couple of boxes over to serve as steps, and got into the candy jar on the counter. "What did you have?" I asked. "Jelly beans, gummy bears, and CHOCOLATE!" she replied happily and proudly, with chocolate stain still around her mouth. Time to find another storing place for the candies.
Monday, August 03, 2009
Tickling baby
Only if I can bottle up physical feelings to relive them in the future. I vaguely remembers what was like to feel Evelyn in me. But the memories that stood out were of the last few weeks. By then, the space in me was so tight, I could tell she was stretching out a limb to push outward. I'd rub this little hard spot of a hand or a feet, and she would slowly retract it. It was as if I was touching her through a thin veneer of skin and muscle. Baby number 2 hasn't grown that big yet, and I keep thinking that she moved differently then her older sister. But with little memory but my previous journal entries to rely on, I really can't say.
How can I describe how baby number 2 has been tickling me these days? It's like she's drumming her little fingers or wiggling her toes on my inside of my waist. Sometimes, she'd tickle both sides of my waist at the same time, making me jump and squirm and laugh out loud. Since our last ultrasound (done last Thursday) showed that she is already in a head down position, it's more likely that she's working a foot on me to produce such a strong sensation. Wonder what she's really doing. Wonder what it felt like for her, tickling me like this. 11 more weeks to go before we reach full term.
How can I describe how baby number 2 has been tickling me these days? It's like she's drumming her little fingers or wiggling her toes on my inside of my waist. Sometimes, she'd tickle both sides of my waist at the same time, making me jump and squirm and laugh out loud. Since our last ultrasound (done last Thursday) showed that she is already in a head down position, it's more likely that she's working a foot on me to produce such a strong sensation. Wonder what she's really doing. Wonder what it felt like for her, tickling me like this. 11 more weeks to go before we reach full term.
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