Tony passed 100 day old mark. Mom and dad brought Tony and Ray to Photo Studio. The pictures are on the way. Tony is 18.5 pounds now. And dad is going to trim Tony's hair this weekend.
Now Tony started to smile a lot. He is able to grab one single big stuff with two hands. And his two hands collaborates fairly well. This is earlier than expected. Talking back (a little exaggeration, it should be muttering back) is Tony's favorite activity.
Oh, Ray started learning how to play puppet show with dad. There are going to be a lot of good shows coming for Tony.
2008年4月1日星期二
2008年3月24日星期一
Dad opened Pandora's box
Ray had a great Easter. He probably hunted the most egges in his age group. In the early morning, he went to the first of his two hunts with mom alone. Dad was gardening for this spring at home. After a good two hours sleep, I woke up and was ready for food. Dad called mom, but my patience couldn't last for her seven minutes back trip.
Dad need to find a way to deal with it. He figured that everybody should have a little bit joy of Easter, why not Tony. Now it is a perfect timing for Tony to have a little juice, which he never had before. When mom got home, I had about five small tea spoon Mango juice. My response to Mango juice made Dad so proud that he had to share it with mom by making a demonstration and also to show off how great his idea was.
While mom set up and breast fed me, it turned out dad made a trouble. I just couldn't take mom's milk rather than mango juice. I wanted to eat and I cried. Mom wanted to feed me and mom's milk was springing. If someday I turned out to be a great character, my determination had showed up this time. Eating choice was my right. Yeilding was definitely NO. It took more than an hour to calm me down.
That was just a little story of my first Easter.
Dad need to find a way to deal with it. He figured that everybody should have a little bit joy of Easter, why not Tony. Now it is a perfect timing for Tony to have a little juice, which he never had before. When mom got home, I had about five small tea spoon Mango juice. My response to Mango juice made Dad so proud that he had to share it with mom by making a demonstration and also to show off how great his idea was.
While mom set up and breast fed me, it turned out dad made a trouble. I just couldn't take mom's milk rather than mango juice. I wanted to eat and I cried. Mom wanted to feed me and mom's milk was springing. If someday I turned out to be a great character, my determination had showed up this time. Eating choice was my right. Yeilding was definitely NO. It took more than an hour to calm me down.
That was just a little story of my first Easter.
2008年2月26日星期二
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!
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!
2008年2月16日星期六
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.
2008年2月15日星期五
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.
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.
2008年2月11日星期一
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.
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.
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