A quiet Saturday but not so quiet

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A pouring rainy Saturday morning started with normal morning ritual: helping Daddy to find his keys.  No luck this morning. Daddy was very upset. Though a nice yummy breakfast made up for it.

After breakfast, Daddy went to work.  Rain stopped. We bike in our neighborhood and found that biking on pine cones was super fun. Son even risked the chance of being questioned by a passing-by police while collect pine cones from neighbor’s houses. He spread them on the road and roll over them with his bike.  He can be a good mountaineer or explorer. Son giggled and laughed all the way home. 

After lunch, we napped together. Mom screamed in the middle of the nap after son gave her a side kick right into her eyes. 

Son woke Mammy up by putting his little hand into Mammy’s mouth. Maybe son can be a dentist one day. Time to find some entertainment: watching landscapers working on neighbor’s yard!  Son created a brilliant way to have snack so he could watch them at the same time. 2 hrs, bam! Gone! Perhaps a landscaper job will interest him. Who said 3 year old has short attention span? 


Got to burn some energy! I sent him to climb, run, row, scream, jump, popping balloons, and sharing germs in Wiggle Works. Bam! Another 2 hrs gone! 

Hungry little monster ate a cream horn, more than half piroshky and most of the pelmeni meal for dinner.  To those who are always concerned if I feed my son, I do but I just don’t know where the food goes! For the record, I also emailed his doctor if there was any chance he had worms in his tummy. Doctor said the person who might need to see doctor was me.

Son, with his tummy sticking out,  had yet an ice cream while watching a rock band perform causing all other kids to scream at their parents or grandparents for ice-cream.  After the concert, son said, “Mammy, I don’t want to bath. I need to wear my shirt (with the guitar imprint) to sleep”. Maybe he wants to be a musician but I think musicians also bath and change their clothes.

No way I am going to let stinky monster go to bed without bath. Bath time and which PJ to wear negotiation time. Mammy won and son decided that we have to do laundry tomorrow. 

Mommy took off contact lens and realized eye was in pain and teared. Son saw Mammy and asked, “let me see… oh… it is red. Why are you sad, Mammy?” “Mammy is not sad. Mammy’s eye is in pain.” Son pulled Mammy to him, and exclaimed, “huggies”! 

Finished reading two books two times each, Son still refused to go to bed and wanted to wait for Daddy. Mammy said, “I know you miss Daddy. But Daddy will not be happy if you are not sleeping when he comes home. How about we pray for Daddy?” “I want to pray for Daddy’s key, Mammy’s eye, and my shirt.”  So we prayed.  

Good night groovy son! 

Negotiator: Part Two

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Dinner Time again:

Mom: Drink your soup. 

Son: Digger after dinner, Mammy.

Mom: No digger today. You threw the fork on the floor, remember? 

Son: No digger, no soup. 

Mom: No soup and no digger then. (Took away the soup.)

Son had couple bites of rice then stopped.

Son: I want to play cho cho train. 

Mom: No train. You threw the spoon on the floor, remember? 

Son: No throwing fork and spoon on the floor. 知道(I understand) !

Mom: 知道就好啦,食飯。(That’s good. Eat.)

Son: Digger after dinner? 

Mom: Tomorrow.

Son: Bus after dinner? 

Mom: Ok. Eat. 

Yes, I have a two year old negotiator. 

Negotiator: Part One

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Son loves diggers

Waiting for food at dinner time

Son was putting the crayons into the small pouch. He suddenly rolled his eye and the evil smile grew on his face. Happily he pushed the pouch off the table to the floor. (Oh yeah, mammy saw it but she didn’t say anything.) 

Son: Oh No!!!! I dropped it.

Mom: You dropped it you執 (pick it up). No more drawing as you did it purposely. 

Son:Daddy執,please! (Daddy picked it up. Son smiled.)

Son picked up a fork in slow motion ready to drop on the floor.

Mom: You drop it, you can’t play digger tomorrow. 

Son dropped it on the floor. Then picked up a spoon in slow motion with his mouth wide opened. 

Mom: You drop it, you can’t play cho cho train tomorrow. 

Sure, he dropped it. Now picked up the whole plate. 

Mom: You drop it, you can’t play any toys tomorrow. 

Son: No digger? (Mammy nod her head) No cho cho train? (nod) No Legos? (nod) No bus?

Mom: No toys. Any toys. 

Son put down the plate on table. Quiet for a minute. 

Son: Tomorrow Sunday

Mom: Tomorrow is Monday. 

Son: Tomorrow Daycare (smile)

Mom: I know. (You have toys in daycare.)

Yes, I have a two year old.

What more can I ask for?

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Chinese always believe that a person’s character is born with and is fully revealed at 3 year old (三歲定八十 ). I believe so and encourage other parents to let your children grow in their own pace and on their own way.  I definitely am not a tiger mom.  I let my son be himself. And I am glad that God give me a son who inspires and surprises me everyday.  If my Grandma was still around, she would have so much fun with him.  

What happened two days ago was something I never expected from a two year old: 

My husband, was working in the garage while I was playing with my son at the front yard.  As I looked up, I saw my husband hit a the long steal rod that was sticking out of the big clamper that he used to keep the freezer door closed. He dropped to the ground and in pain. So I quickly picked up my son in my left arm and rushed into the garage.

Son: Daddy, Daddy!

Me: Put pressure on your head. (Checked that husband is conscious and can walk.) Into the house! 

Son quickly jumped onto Mammy, put both hands on Mammy’s neck and hang tight. I pulled my husband up with my other hand. When we got into the house, Son jumped on the ground. 

Me: Stay with Daddy. (Went to get the first aid kit.)

When I got back, Son was there and he stepped back so I could help Daddy. I cleaned and covered the wound. Son was trying to help by keep passing me oinments, bandaids, stuff that he could find in the first aid kit. After I am done with the wound, I looked at my son and realized he was very frightened. 

Me: Come here, Son. (Reaching out to hug him). Mammy knows it is very scary. Mammy knows you are very worried about Daddy. You are so brave! 

P: (Bursed out) 抱抱 (hugs)! (He was shaking.) 

Son, you are so brave! At this young age of yours, you know you need to put down your feeling for a moment to help your Daddy. You know the true meaning of love!

My little brave man

Good night, Ma Ma!

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IMG_3780[1]was wondering why some people never say “bye-bye” before hanging up on the phone. Maybe some people don’t like the meaning of “bye-bye”. It is not just about politeness. It is about getting a proper closure of a conversation, or the suspense of whether the phone got cut off, or if the person I was talking to just fell into a ditch or hit something while talking on the cellphone and walking. Or maybe whether, as simple as that, the conversation was really over. Ever since I became a mother, I started to understand.

My son is a daddy’s boy. He loves daddy doing the night time story. He enjoys the father-son time before going to bed. Every night when he is ready to hit the bed, he would say “bye-bye” happily to me. It is like a needle of “Ma Ma, I don’t need you now” poke directly into my heart. Where does my boy with “separation anxiety” go? Oh, come on, you probably didn’t quite mean “bye-bye”. Didn’t you mean you wanted me to close the door and I could tuck you in? Really, you want me to go out. Are you sure? Do you really understand what “bye-bye” means? Until he starts pushing me out and getting his daddy pillows, “Alright, you meant ‘good night’. Don’t say ‘bye-bye’. Good night, Son. I love you!”

Listen up, everybody! It is completely OK not to say “bye-bye” to me before you hang up. I got it. I understand now.

I know, The Bible says:

Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward. – Psalm 127:3

Thank you my Lord for your reward. I just want to treasure my reward for a little longer. Son, I know you will leave one day. I know you are preparing your Ma Ma for that one day. God knows men alone is not good:

That is why a man leaves his father and mother and is united to his wife, and they become one flesh – Genesis 2:24

As we were walking the trail, you were picking up the wood chips.  You asked Ma Ma to hold some for you and even put some in Ma Ma’s back pack.  Yes, Ma Ma is happy to pick them up for you.  When the day comes, I will be very happy to say bye-bye to you as you will be capable of picking up for others.

Before then, just say to me Son, “Good night, Ma Ma!”