My 2 year old (30 months to be exact) comes running up the stairs into my room crying:Zi: Mamam!!!!me: what happened zi?zi: the care-a-bears!!me: what about the care bears? zi: mamam, it’s something bad tv downstairs. The care bears deleted.” me: deleted?! zi: ya. deleted. can you help me? oh pretty pretty please? me: what do you mean they got deleted? what does deleted mean? zi: because it got deleted. it means, GO AWAY!!! Can you help me? It broken! Can you help me? I’m in trouble. #LOLS #notlying #wheredoesshelearnthesewords #30months “Deleted” ? Really, Zi? Where do you learn these words? I don’t even remember using it around you. You amaze me and entertain me in moments like today. d
I had a conversation with one of the moms at the bus stop whose son was also in Emma’s class. She asked me how Emma was doing in school. I was a little hesitant to tell her that Emma was in reading level I, because I didn’t want it to seem like I was bragging. I eventually end up disclosing emma’s reading level but follow it up that what was important to me at Emma’s age wasn’t so much for her to be the best in reading in her class, but more that she takes the initiative to learn and be motivated to do her work. And she is. And I’m so proud of her. So we went out and bought her the toy she’s had her heart on: Yup, her favorite princess, Aurora. I really see her budding response to responsibility. When she comes home, she rests for a while and eventually start her homework by herself. She takes the initiative without me prodding her. I’m really impressed by that act of responsibility. I hope this becomes her nature and she follows through with what she starts. I told that other mom that sometimes, with young kids, they just […]
“When the rain is blowing in your face And the whole world is on your case I could offer you a warm embrace To make you feel my love” Tonight, my mom left comments through my Facebook pictures, mainly of her grandchildren. One picture was of the lyrics to “Because He Lives.” She wrote how much she needed to read that because she felt a little depressed. We all get a little depressed every now and then. Sometimes I think it really starts to hit you when you reach your teens and see that the world isn’t so warm. I think that’s when every person needs to hear that the reason why life is like that is because this is not our home. Then, I believe depression hits even harder after the kids are grown and you start to look at the “golden” years when you worry about your senses, your health, your spouse, your ability, your sanity, and even your memories and most of all, being remembered. There was one picture of my two daughters that I wrote “I stare at them…” as a caption. She added, “that’s how I used to stare at all of you, even til […]
So, finally, we got Emma’s 1st grade picture! We opted to get the full body pose, and lookie what we’ve got here, a hand-on-her-hip kind of girl. I don’t know where she got that, because I’m not a hand-on-her-hip kind of person… I like to limit the hand-on-the-hip to max, five times a year.
I know this post is late, but I wanted to get it in before procrastination has definitely won over my intent to archive family moments that the kids might want to look through when they’re older. So, Halloween…yeah…crept up like an unknowing snowstorm during a warm October fall. I was too cheap to buy a costume and too lazy to make costumes, so I decided to be a little crafty and cater to Emma’s costume wish for this year. She wanted to be Kiki from her favorite show, Fresh Beat Band. And since Zienne has learned to love Pucca this year, we recycled Emma’s old costume when she was 2 years old. Emma’s Kiki Costume: cut out pink cardstock paper and decorated our old Guitar Hero guitar. Printed FBB picture & put it on the guitar. Autographed it with signatures from the band. cut the sleeves from an old pink hoodie and sewed the edges to resemble Kiki’s hoodie vest. pinned Em’s hair from the back and made faux-bangs to resemble Kiki’s signature hairdid. Zienne’s Pucca Costume: took black sweater stockings and made two buns for Pucca’s hair. Added red ribbons. wore red chinese dress that we bought for […]
Emma’s prayer before the food tonight: “Lord, thank you for the food, thank you for everything you gave to us. Please give us a baby brother. My dad really needs a son. There’s 3 girls and only 1 boy so we need another boy. I promise to take care of him. I promise to care for him. If he gets mad or sad, I will cheer him up. Please, Lord, give us a baby brother. In Jesus name, amen.”