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Friday September 29, 2017

Dear son,

I neglected writing, due to two reasons.  (1) No big updates from you and (2) been real busy.

So what’s been happening.  Well we just returned from Albany New York to see your aunt get married.  It was fun times, and you got to see your cousins who you never met, and may rarely meet in the future.  Though your cousins were super friendly, you were shy.  You didn’t play with them, but just watch them from a distance.  I don’t really know what’s going through your head sometimes, but it amazes me how shy you are.  You don’t talk to people you don’t know, but you just stare at them.  I know you know the words, because after they all leave, you talk about them all the time. I guess it takes time.

During our vacation, we spent almost 24/7 with you.  Funny thing is, it feels like you are learning more with us, than you are at daycare.  You use more vocab and you talk a lot more.  Maybe at daycare you are too shy to talk to people, or maybe there is a language barrier.  I think it’s more due to your shyness than the actual language.  But in time, I suppose you will grow out of it.

As I said no major updates…. and knock on wood it stays that way.

Love always,

Dad.

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Friday September 1, 2017

Dear son,

We decided to visit Hong Kong end of January.  The decision was not easy, and you may not really grasp the weight of this decision until you have a 2.5 year old who may just have finished potty training and most likely would not like to sit on the plane for 15+ hours with nothing but a small aisle to run around.  Add on to that, Hong Kong, as I recall is not too children friendly, and washrooms are not as accessible as it they are in Hong Kong.  Also, we will take public transit, and travelling time takes quite a bit of time, and with your small bladder, that maybe a problem.

But nonetheless, we decided to take the plunge.  We figured you will get a chance to see your tai-po, and your cousins in Hong Kong.  Your grand-uncle (? – grandmother’s younger brother) will have lots to teach you.  Did you know, when I was younger, your uncle and I stayed with him for a week.  I don’t know why we did that, but we did.  And we spent the week, playing video games and playing outside, while he went to work.  It was a very innocent time.  But it was fun.  One day, I hope your cousins come to Canada and visit, or even stay for a summer.  I hope to reciprocate the hospitality shown to me and your uncle for your granduncle’s kids.

Also, going to Hong Kong, you are going to meet your dad’s best friend.  Your uncle Henry.  He has two kids which will be about your age.  Hopefully we’ll squeeze in some playdates so you can bond.   I’ve already offered to uncle Henry that should he ever want to send his kids to school in Canada, I will be more than willing to house them.  So you never know what the future may hold, they may live in our basement in the future for a while.

All in all, the benefits outweigh the stress, so I figured we do it.  Most importantly, really is for you to see your tai-po.  I do hope you won’t be shy and talk to her.  Right now, you are basically shy around everyone except us and grandparents.

Love always,

Dad.

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Friday August 11, 2017

Dear son,

So we went blueberry picking with your aunts (your mom’s friends) and uncles (their husbands) the past Sunday.  You had a blast.  The wide open space and the freedom to pick and drop whatever you want.  I knew you would love it.  Although you were quite naughty in the morning, add on the fact that your mom was super frustrated compounded the problem.  Nonetheless, we still made it to the farm and enjoyed the half hour we were there to pick blueberries.

Of course with all nature’s outing there is a chance you would get sick.  And of course you did.  It started with a little cough Sunday, but it turned on to a full cough Monday.  Your demeanor was good, but you just kept coughing.  We had to give you a few pumps of the asthma medicine and keep you at home from school Tuesday.  Then luckily, your coughs stopped and you have been getting better.  Whew.

The struggle with you is you love the outdoors.  But you can’t handle the outdoors, yet.  It’s tough, but we decided to just go outdoors, a little coughing won’t hurt.

Now that you are talking, it is quite amusing how you narrate your life.  What you are doing, where you are going and what everyone else is doing.  I can see when you don’t know a word and you just stop and look at it and find something you know how to say.  In fact, you love books where you know all the words of the pictures.

Also, you started repeating what everyone says.  I don’t know if you know what everything means, but in time those little brain nerves will connect and open you to the endless possibility of communication.

In the meantime, we enjoy you being cute :).

Love always,

Dad.

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Friday August 4, 2017

Dear son,

It’s funny sometimes what you find amusing.  Lately as part of your night routine, you need me to do a light show (where I shine the iphone light against your tent, and I use your toys to make shadows), then you want me to end with some stories.

Now this would be interesting, if I made it interesting.  Mostly, I don’t.  Frankly, ducking into your tent is difficult, and it’s very hot.  I usually do this after my shower, so it’s not very comfortable to sweat after a shower.  Therefore, when I do it, I typically do a half-ass job at it.  It started off as a good idea, where I put your teddy bear and other things there and pretend they are speaking to you.  Then I try to use these dolls to build a story.  That all happened the first time I did it.  Since then I’ve just put these objects in there that you wanted.  I usually do this for 10-15 mins with the grand finale with me eating all your dolls… I know it’s cruel.

Afterwards, you want me to tell you stories.  Since you are fascinated with cars, I let you choose the what car you want to talk about.  You usually want to hear about “dai dai che” (big car).  So I talk about dai dai che.  The premise of each story is the car of your choosing goes through the daily routine which you go through (ie. wake up, eat breakfast, play, etc).  These cars also eat the same food you eat.  At the end of the story, I say the car needs to go to sleep and makes this noise “Shhh shhh shh” and I see if you want me to tell you another story.  Usually you want to hear two and then you are quite content to go to sleep.  While I’m quite content to go on my phone and watch my shows.

What is funny, as I mention is how you find it so amusing.  I have to say, it’s really boring stuff.  Telling you stories makes me fall asleep, that’s how bad it is.  But you love it.  And since you love it, I love doing it.

I hope you never grow tired of my stories,

Love always,

Dad.

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Friday July 21, 2017

Dear son,

Today is a tough write.  You have been an absolute nightmare to us this past week.  You don’t even know, because everything is fun and games for you everyday, but ever since last week, you have not slept through the night.  Typically, you wake up once, but now you are waking up three/four times a night.  Of course, we are afraid that you are scared because of the fall, so we come and get you.  When we get you, we don’t sleep, we just watch you, while you get to sleep.  By the time we do sleep, you wake up again.  It’s demoralizing and exhausting when we go to bed, we know we won’t be sleeping.  Suffice to say, we are frustrated.

Luckily, last night your poa-poa came, and she woke up to get you instead of us.  Finally, we got to sleep through the night, it was beautiful.  I feel so refreshed.  But tonight is a new battle.  We decided this weekend, you will cry it out.  We are not going to get you, and we know you can’t get out of your crib, so you can cry all you want, but no one is coming.

I know this sounds cruel, and in many ways it is.  But a little pain for long term gain is worth it.  Gain for us, cause we sleep, and gain for you cause you learn to sleep again throughout the night.  This will come in handy when you move to a bigger bed.

Love always (you are just making it a little more difficult this week :)),

Dad.

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Friday July 14, 2017

Dear son,

Goodness, there is always something to write.  Whenever I write to you, I figured one of these weeks, it’s going to be a two-liner with no real happenings.  I am mixed about whether that’s a good thing or bad thing.  Sometimes I rather have a short update (which has not happened yet!) than having to tell you what happened to you.  Nonetheless, let’s begin with what happened to you this past week… more specifically what happened last night.

As you know, you have been waking up in the middle of the night constantly ever since your mom and I returned from Hawaii.  I feel it’s some sort of revenge you are exacting on us for leaving you to go to Hawaii ourselves.  Regardless, the only way we find which helps to have you sleep through the night is to let you cry it out when you wake up.  We are often very careful when you do cry, because you have shown the ability to climb out of your crib.  However, you have yet to climb out with the sleep sack on.  The drop is not too high, but it’s worrisome nonetheless.

This week started like every other week, and you cried in the middle of the night on Tuesday night.  (It is worthy to note, you didn’t wake up Monday, but your dad couldn’t sleep well that night… so it’s a lost for me).  We let you cry it out because your poa-poa will be coming over Wednesday night, and she will not let you cry.   On Wednesday, you again woke up in the middle of the night.  It was my mistake, but I forgot to your poa-poa that she should not get you and let you cry it out.  So you cried 3 times that night, and she got your 3 times.  Your mom was so upset, she tried to tell your poa-poa that she has to let you cry it out.  Your poa-poa of course would not let that happen. She said you were thirsty and worried you were sick.  Well it’s not unreasonable since last time she stayed over you were sick… sigh.  As usual, when you wake up, we all wake up.  So your mom woke up three times, and progressively got more upset each time.  She knew that by your poa-poa getting you, she is indirectly given you the ability to call for us by crying.  Your mom loves her sleep… or needs her sleep.  When she’s cranky, it’s bad news for all of us.  You’ll understand when you are married.

So last night, we told your poa-poa to not get you.  I was prepared to let you cry it out as well as wake up in the middle of the night to block her in case she gets soft.  As expected, you wake up at 2:55ish.  I wake up immediately.  I use the washroom before acting as a roadblock.  Your mom saw glimpse of you climbing out and she was worried.  You didn’t climb out and lied back down on your bed.  This was when I came out of the washroom.  I proceeded towards the hallway and realized I left my phone in the room.  So I went back into the room, pick up the phone and wait outside the hallway.  As I leave our room, I hear a thump coming from your room.  I feared the worse.  And it was the worse.  You climbed out and fell on to the ground.  I quickly get you and hug you, your mom comes running in afterwards.  She was worried you had a concussion because you were shaking a little bit.  So we had to turn on the light and check if you were okay, which you were.  I think you were shaking because you were shocked from the fall.

Since you did climb out, your mom didn’t want you back in the crib.  So we moved your crib mattress onto the ground beside the crib and tried to get you to sleep there.  I think the environment was new, so you didn’t sleep on the ground.  The struggle lasted for 2 hours, and your mom was to the point of tears (she was in tears actually) because you wouldn’t sleep.  Ultimately, she caved and we put you back into the crib just so you would sleep.  We figure we’ll come up with a solution tonight.

So that was the story.  I guess we’ll have to see what to do tonight.  Sigh,

Love always,

Dad.

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Friday July 7, 2017

Dear son,

It’s days like this I wonder to myself, will you ever stay healthy?  Last week you were started coughing and over the weekend you developed a fever which kept you home from daycare.  Your fever went away Wednesday, and just when we thought we were in the clear, your chest, back and face started to grow little red dots.  Not sure what it is, but it maybe a heat rash because your maa-maa yea-yea took you outside to play yesterday probably all bundled up (since we are asian) and you reacted to your sweat. Hopefully it’s nothing, but at this point, I’m not optimistic.  (I figured if I’m not optimistic, I won’t be disappointed with whatever the outcome is).

So this past weekend was Canada 150th birthday.  The Ontario government paid $120,000 for a 30 foot rubber duck to sit at the harbor front.  Given that your mom and I would never see a duck like this probably in our lifetime.  We decided to go and see it.  From what we read, there was activities as well, so we thought it would be a great family adventure.

Turns out, it was quite disappointing.  First of all, there is absolutely no room for your stroller (and no, we are not letting you run around… what if you jump into the lake?) and there were no activities, just food stalls.  The rubber duck was big, and that was really the only highlight of the duck.  Of course, we were obliged to take a selfie and we got some great family shots.  So I guess there was more to just the height that was the highlight.

Of course, you being you, don’t care about the duck.  All you cared about were trucks… in particular fire trucks.  There was a fire station near by which opened their doors, and one fire truck for visitors to sit in and take pictures.  Of course, this was the highlight of your day.  You were so excited to have a chance to sit in the fire truck, we went and sat in it twice… we would of went again, but it was getting late.  Since there was a line to get into the truck, while I waited, you and mom went to look at the other fire truck in the station.  You loved describing that the other fire truck was “sleeping” and kept pointing to it.  When the fire engine turned on their lights and siren, you were absolutely thrilled. I don’t blame you, I mean you see fire trucks on TV and you have fire truck toys, but seeing one real life, it would be like your dad meeting Michael Jordan (you may need to google who he is when you read this).

Anyway, that was the week.  We went to see a duck and you got sick.  Let’s hope next week is more eventful, or at least you are not sick.  🙂

Love always,

Dad.

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