The big boss in our house

Ray sucked his finger when he was little. Mom and dad didn't mind as books said sucking finger soothes babies. Tony likes to suck his fingers too. But now the rule is changed as we have a big boss in the house.
Yesterday, Tony was laying in his carry-seat and enjoying sucking his chubby fingers. It was a nice warm sunny afternoon. Birds were chirping in the backyard, a little breeze was gently shaking the trees. All sounds accompanying with Tony's finger sucking 'ze ze' were in perfect harmony in our quiet house. Life was good.
Ray saw it . Without a hesitation, he jumped to Tony and pulled Tony's little fingers right away from Tony's little mouth. And Ray told Tony firmly:'DON'T EAT YOUR FINGERS'. Mom didn't teach that. Dad didn't teach that. Who taught that is not important. What is important is that we got a new boss in our house. At least, he could boss Tony around.
Poor Tony!

My hair earned me a nickname

I have a lot of hair on my head. Unlike Ray, my hair seems to stay there pretty well. So I am just getting more and more that Dad is thinking about cutting some. And he also gave me a Chinese nickname '风火小雷神', as my hair all straighten up after I took a bath. I might have 50% more hair than Ray. What is the big deal?

It's a big deal if you met Fufu, a super Chinese baby girl (~19 pounds, 3.5 months old). She wore a hat all the time. If you ratio our hairs, you almost got a number of infinity.

My Chinese name was rejected

Dad's naming record is not perfect now. My Chinese name was not welcomed by many family memebers and friends. It is claimed that '安理' doesn't sound mellifluent. My brother's Chinese name was quoted as a benchmark. My name has to be as good as his.
Dad proposed a new one '安实'. It has a great meaning and sounds as fluent as the ancient great poet and reformer '王安石'. It is a good name. Hope people like it.

It was not a time at peace

Winter in Austin is supposed to be nice and warm. And it is no exception this year. But it turned out to be a harsh winter for dad and mom. First my birth brought up a lot of work to mom and dad. That's OK. They could handle it. And auntie and Ryan's family helped a lot. But the next month, grandpa passed away. He has been ill for a while. Even though we knew it's coming, it didn't make it any easier to take it.
No wonder my blog has been quiet for so long. Many years later, mom and dad wouldn't worry about if I asked them why Ray got more stuff published than I did. It's just not a time at peace.