My children are obsessed with their heritage. They absolutely LOVE that they are 1/2 Chinese. However, it is a source of sadness and misery for them that they are 1/2 Honky-White. They lament their whiteness quite frequently.
"But I wanna be WHOLE Chinese!" For example.
I, personally, don't mind my glaring skin and propensity to burn to a crisp in this Florida sun. But whatever.
As it is summer, we've been spending alot more time in the out of doors. And while I slather my children with sunblock at every turn, their skin continues to get darker and darker. Last week, after a fabulous day at a friend's pool, I was taken aback by Abbie's appearance.
Mom: "Whoa! Abbie! You're getting SO dark! You're turning downright brown!"
Anna (who was standing nearby): "Oh!!!! You're turning WHOLE CHINESE!??!?!!!!!"
Seriously folks, it's a laugh a minute around here.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
DIY.
I know I've posted pictures of this shirt before, but I had to post the full outfit. I made the babylegs from a tutorial I found online. Love them. So cute and they make diaper changes EASY.
Also, have I told you the story of the chair? I haven't? Well, lucky you.
Because the new house has an upstairs (all the bedrooms) and a downstairs (all the living spaces), I desperately needed a chair to nurse in during those midnight feedings. Two days before Lucas was born, I decided what better place to walk the kid out of me than at IKEA, eh? On my way out of the store, I visited my very favorite part, AS IS. And there sat my chair. Without thinking twice, I bought it. Then I thought twice. How was I going to get this into my van?! I'm 38 weeks pregnant! Luckily, a very nice gentleman helped me hoist it on into the van.
By the time I got home, I was so excited that I immediately pulled the chair out of the van and into the house, up our stairs and into the bedroom. I figured all that exertion could only send me into labor and what a dirty shame that would be! I love this chair. It's totally perfect.
Oh, and so is he! (Did I mention he's been sleeping through the night?!!!)
Also, have I told you the story of the chair? I haven't? Well, lucky you.
Because the new house has an upstairs (all the bedrooms) and a downstairs (all the living spaces), I desperately needed a chair to nurse in during those midnight feedings. Two days before Lucas was born, I decided what better place to walk the kid out of me than at IKEA, eh? On my way out of the store, I visited my very favorite part, AS IS. And there sat my chair. Without thinking twice, I bought it. Then I thought twice. How was I going to get this into my van?! I'm 38 weeks pregnant! Luckily, a very nice gentleman helped me hoist it on into the van.
By the time I got home, I was so excited that I immediately pulled the chair out of the van and into the house, up our stairs and into the bedroom. I figured all that exertion could only send me into labor and what a dirty shame that would be! I love this chair. It's totally perfect.
Oh, and so is he! (Did I mention he's been sleeping through the night?!!!)
Ch... ch... ch... changes....
If you happen upon my blog tonight, please be patient. I'm no genius when it comes to editing html code, etc.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
About Dad.
You all wish you had a Dad like mine.
Everyone is scared of my dad. That is, everyone who doesn't know him well. He's got a formidable presence that is sure to intimidate. It's a front. But we know better. We (his children) know that underneath that mustache (which I've never seen him without) and unwillingness to smile lies a man who loves to laugh, play games, cuddle and share quiet moments with his children. And grandchildren. A man whose quiet demeanor masks his dry wit so you can never quite tell if he's kidding or not. A man who rarely smiles in public, but can make me laugh till tears pour down my face. A father whose love for his family far outweighs his love of money. A father who knows sacrifice. A father who I love and miss.
And in celebration of my dad, I give you a picture from July 4th 2007. Playing Catch Phrase With Dad.
And I revel in the reality that I get to hang with my dad in just 18 more days!
Everyone is scared of my dad. That is, everyone who doesn't know him well. He's got a formidable presence that is sure to intimidate. It's a front. But we know better. We (his children) know that underneath that mustache (which I've never seen him without) and unwillingness to smile lies a man who loves to laugh, play games, cuddle and share quiet moments with his children. And grandchildren. A man whose quiet demeanor masks his dry wit so you can never quite tell if he's kidding or not. A man who rarely smiles in public, but can make me laugh till tears pour down my face. A father whose love for his family far outweighs his love of money. A father who knows sacrifice. A father who I love and miss.
And in celebration of my dad, I give you a picture from July 4th 2007. Playing Catch Phrase With Dad.
And I revel in the reality that I get to hang with my dad in just 18 more days!
Friday, June 13, 2008
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