The following snippet happened about a year ago, but it was so perfect that I had to record it for posterity.
When EB was two, she noticed that K and I are anatomically different. K and I have always believed that kids need to learn the right anatomical terminology, so we taught EB that boys have a penis and a girls have a vagina (as opposed to wee-wee or other cutesy names that parents like to use; you get the point).
The next day while in the shower, EB turned to me and with a big smile, proclaimed: “Boys have pee-nis, girls have va-genius!”
Va-Genius, Indeed.
The. Best. Comment. Ever.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
A Career Change
K officially started nursing school last week.
Everyone was surprised when they found out about this new path he's decided to take. It’s a drastic change from what he had been doing in the past 15 years – copywriting and interactive marketing (and may I add that he’s a very talented marketer). But he wanted a change, and when he was making a list of what he’s looking for in his next career, the nursing profession earned the most check marks.
I’m excited for him, and it’ll be good to diversify our careers. Having two marketers in the family is fun—we like to share our thoughts, bounce ideas off of each other. But it's also risky during an economic downturn, as we found out last year when both of us got let go within weeks of each other.
It'll be good to have someone in the medical field in the family – he will be the "go-to" guy for all ailments. He'll also be helping people everyday at his job, and who wouldn't feel good about that. Plus, did I mention that he looks great in his navy blue scrubs?
It takes a lot of gumption to go back into something so different, and I know it’ll be a good experience. If you’re reading this, K, I want you to know that I’m very proud of you.
Everyone was surprised when they found out about this new path he's decided to take. It’s a drastic change from what he had been doing in the past 15 years – copywriting and interactive marketing (and may I add that he’s a very talented marketer). But he wanted a change, and when he was making a list of what he’s looking for in his next career, the nursing profession earned the most check marks.
I’m excited for him, and it’ll be good to diversify our careers. Having two marketers in the family is fun—we like to share our thoughts, bounce ideas off of each other. But it's also risky during an economic downturn, as we found out last year when both of us got let go within weeks of each other.
It'll be good to have someone in the medical field in the family – he will be the "go-to" guy for all ailments. He'll also be helping people everyday at his job, and who wouldn't feel good about that. Plus, did I mention that he looks great in his navy blue scrubs?
It takes a lot of gumption to go back into something so different, and I know it’ll be a good experience. If you’re reading this, K, I want you to know that I’m very proud of you.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Sun Chip Packs a Crunch (and a Crackle)
Sun Chip's new eco-friendly bag has drawn lots of criticisms over it's loud crackling noise. There's even a Facebook page dedicated to this --" SORRY BUT I CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER THIS SUN CHIPS BAG."
Take a look at the video. I have not yet bought an eco-friendly bag of Sun Chips but will do so this weekend. That way I can judge for myself.
For the folks who are complaining, all I have to say is this: Get a bowl, people.
Take a look at the video. I have not yet bought an eco-friendly bag of Sun Chips but will do so this weekend. That way I can judge for myself.
For the folks who are complaining, all I have to say is this: Get a bowl, people.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
A Familiar Face
A random lady stopped me at the store last weekend and told me that I looked familiar: “Did you grow up around here?”
The city I currently live in has population of 16 thousand, Asian population 0.8%. I’m probably the second Asian person she has ever seen in town so I sarcastically think: Why, because all Asians look alike? But I answered her politely. No, I didn’t grow up here; I grew up in NJ and half of my childhood was actually not even in this country.
“But you really look familiar,” she insisted. I just shrugged. I can be a bit touchy when someone tells me I look like so-and-so because I’ve been told I look like certain persons when the only similarity we share are black hair and almond shaped eyes. On the celebrity spectrum I’ve been told I look like Soon-Yi (ummm…no) and Gong-Li (if only). On a flip side, I’ve also been approached by complete strangers telling me I look like their family members.
The first time this happened, I was in Citibank in Manhattan, trying to open a checking account. The banker, a nice-looking Hispanic guy, looked up at me and said: “You look just like my sister.” Huh? I was not sure how I could look like his Hispanic sister and wanted to point that obvious fact to him. But this guy clearly knows his sister better than most people, so who was I to refute this.
I was in Picadilly Cafeteria in South Carolina the second time it happened. The waiter, who looked vaguely Native American also claimed that I look like his sister. I did my usual shrug and nervous laugh and was about to leave when an elder waitress came up to me, put her arm around me, and proclaimed: “You look just like my daughter.”
I was about to turn around and run out of that loony bin when the same waiter came over and explained that the woman is his mother. Turns out they are from Alaska, and the gal in their lives was still back there there with her husband. They both swore up and down that I was the spitting image of this gal.
I guess I just have a familiar face.
The city I currently live in has population of 16 thousand, Asian population 0.8%. I’m probably the second Asian person she has ever seen in town so I sarcastically think: Why, because all Asians look alike? But I answered her politely. No, I didn’t grow up here; I grew up in NJ and half of my childhood was actually not even in this country.
“But you really look familiar,” she insisted. I just shrugged. I can be a bit touchy when someone tells me I look like so-and-so because I’ve been told I look like certain persons when the only similarity we share are black hair and almond shaped eyes. On the celebrity spectrum I’ve been told I look like Soon-Yi (ummm…no) and Gong-Li (if only). On a flip side, I’ve also been approached by complete strangers telling me I look like their family members.
The first time this happened, I was in Citibank in Manhattan, trying to open a checking account. The banker, a nice-looking Hispanic guy, looked up at me and said: “You look just like my sister.” Huh? I was not sure how I could look like his Hispanic sister and wanted to point that obvious fact to him. But this guy clearly knows his sister better than most people, so who was I to refute this.
I was in Picadilly Cafeteria in South Carolina the second time it happened. The waiter, who looked vaguely Native American also claimed that I look like his sister. I did my usual shrug and nervous laugh and was about to leave when an elder waitress came up to me, put her arm around me, and proclaimed: “You look just like my daughter.”
I was about to turn around and run out of that loony bin when the same waiter came over and explained that the woman is his mother. Turns out they are from Alaska, and the gal in their lives was still back there there with her husband. They both swore up and down that I was the spitting image of this gal.
I guess I just have a familiar face.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Interesting Playground Sign
Courtesy of Today's Big Thing. What a strange playground sign. Is there a metric system for measuring Canadian age that I'm not aware of?
Monday, August 9, 2010
She's a Fish!
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This is a dramatic improvement over her first swim lesson last summer, when she got so freaked out that she latched onto K’s arm. With her teeth. It was terrible. The other parents were horrified and K ended up with a bad bite mark and had to get a tetanus shot.
What a difference a year makes...just look at her now!
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Time with EB
EB and K came back last night after a week’s visit to Michigan. It’s wonderful to be with them again. I love having my little girl back--I missed her whirlwind energy and her incessant chattering. Most of all, I missed kissing her little face every day.
It was hard going to work this morning. As I was getting ready to head out, EB woke up and padded over to me. “Hi Mommy, let’s read books. I want to read five books!”
My heart sank; I was already running late. “I can’t, sweetie. Mommy has to go to work.”
Her face fell momentarily, but then brightened: “I can read with Daddy!”
“Yes, you can.” But that made me feel even more down. I love that K spends so much time with her and he’s truly a wonderful dad. But I also wish that I could spend more time with EB myself.
“We’ll read books tonight when I get home, ok?” I promised her.
But EB was already over it and onto another topic: “Don’t go yet, Mommy. I’m going to get you an animal!”
She ran into her room, and brought back one of her stuffed animals. It’s a little ritual she started a few months back, where each day, she would give me one of her stuffed animals to bring to work. The stuffed animal would return home that night and “tell” EB what happened at work that day.
Today, she gave me Bunny-Bear, a plush little bear dressed in pink bunny costume. I had bought it for her before she was even born. It really brightened my mood. Bunny-Bear was ready to have a productive day, and couldn’t wait to go home to spend some quality time with EB.
It was hard going to work this morning. As I was getting ready to head out, EB woke up and padded over to me. “Hi Mommy, let’s read books. I want to read five books!”
My heart sank; I was already running late. “I can’t, sweetie. Mommy has to go to work.”
Her face fell momentarily, but then brightened: “I can read with Daddy!”
“Yes, you can.” But that made me feel even more down. I love that K spends so much time with her and he’s truly a wonderful dad. But I also wish that I could spend more time with EB myself.
“We’ll read books tonight when I get home, ok?” I promised her.
But EB was already over it and onto another topic: “Don’t go yet, Mommy. I’m going to get you an animal!”
She ran into her room, and brought back one of her stuffed animals. It’s a little ritual she started a few months back, where each day, she would give me one of her stuffed animals to bring to work. The stuffed animal would return home that night and “tell” EB what happened at work that day.
Today, she gave me Bunny-Bear, a plush little bear dressed in pink bunny costume. I had bought it for her before she was even born. It really brightened my mood. Bunny-Bear was ready to have a productive day, and couldn’t wait to go home to spend some quality time with EB.
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| Bunny-Bear on its way to work with me |
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