gremlink: January 2006

The Vancouver Sun [30 Jan 2006]

Sayang's in the news!

Auguring in the lunar new year of the dog is serious business!

See the look of determination written all over my baby's face...it was a (helluva!) looong parade (1 hour walk/march/dance to the end point) but not once did he agree to Daddy carrying him because he had a "job" to do.

Now for the modelling contracts....kidding!

Wong Fei Hong was a sin-sei...so there's still hope after the dance eh?

Gong Hei Fatt Choy!

He did it! This is my Man (I choke with pride) at the Chinatown Lunar New Year parade this afternoon performing with his "brother" lions and dragon to loud cheers from the excited crowd. AND to top it off, there was a 6 second full-frontal of him screened on channel-M this evening commenting on how little these lion-dancers are this year!

My chubby baby taking time off his busy dance sequence to pose for me.Wooing the crowd with his winning style....he really plays to the people!Feverishly tailing his "big brother"

He literally stole the show - I kid you not!

My ferocious lion....knocked out after a hard day's work.

Face it

my Belle's pwetty as pea sporting her great grandma's nose! She's born in the year of the Monkey and her chinese name means "Moon" - just like great grandma!

my Man's a serious lion-dancer. Here, he's practising his lettuce eating technique. Apparently the farther you "spit", the more lucky it is for the shop/people you're spitting for :) For the record, he spits reeeeal far.

Here, he's practising his stance.

Here's the end of the kung-fu/lion dance session for the day. My Man's standing to attention like all the rest of the class.

Thru the eyes of a child...

Thank you for the lovely dress G'ma and G'pa! Now Belle looks like a right l'l gal!

" When will you come play with me G'ma and G'pa?" asked my Man in all sincerity. It's an understatement to say that he loves his brand new orange lion-head. And to Auntie Ling who bought this auspicious coloured fave toy he has this to say, "You are the pweettiest!"
"Mommy, when you die, don't go to God. Stay at home and I will play with you."

Heart wrenching statements like these really make me worry about death and leaving my babies . Above is a pic of my Man at preschool with a creation of me he made by pieceing velcro bits together.

The other day he asked if the office is an adult's school. How amazing the way kids think! When I replied in the negative, he concluded, "Oh. No play-gym for adults then?"

Madam Horrid-Temper-Extraordinaire

melts me with these smiles...it still amazes me how extremely demanding these l'l souls can be even before they master speech!

Life is fair

See? My very own Brat!

My very own Bjork (if you've heard her sing, you'd understand).

And my kitchen's their sketch pad. They say art is cheaper than therapy so they get free reign to paint, paste and muck away!

Delegation's the key

...to having a spanking clean house and extra time to play dragons with the kiddos. My Man's a really industrious mopper and he loves to help too! We save this favourite pasttime for rainy days when we're stuck indoors. And, oh man, rainy days are sure to stay......

Today marks 26 consecutive days of rain in Raincouver - oops, I mean, Vancouver. The record is 28 days back in 1953. The skies look set to beat that record. Come Sunday, the record would match. Come Sunday, the North Vancouvrites would be evacuating their homes for fear of a mudslide encore (of last year's). Here in the lower rainlands, I mean, Lower Mainlands, we're bound to sink deeper into the ground than we already are. Don't worry, don't worry. I can feel my mom panicking already. We'll catch the first plane home if it rains past Sunday ok. No really, maybe we ought to buy a boat and sail about for recreation if it begins to flood.....there's an exciting thought. Yet another reason to save for a rainy day. We've really taken the new year by storm in every sense of the word!

Winter-time amusement

Yup, even in his PJs.

It's a full-time occupation.

I hear his grandparents aren't cracking up at that thought :) All I can say is, whatever takes his fancy, sweetie-pie, you got it.

And he knows it....too.

Mostly a warm bubble-bath with balls in it would induce this reaction. Such a character, she is. Her brother calls her "monster baby", "monkey girl" and "you darb-fard!" interchangeably when she exasperates him. I admit I've no idea what a "darb-fard" is. He's not sure, either. But I guess it sounds rude enough to be labelled a curse-word in his vocab. I haven't yet tried to stop him using it coz it sounds so incredibly funny, no? - no, but honestly, the more I react, the more he'd use it so.....

Having said all that darb-fard. It's still all about the lurvvvv...

All bathrooms shots ah, I hear you bemoan? Well. It's just a tad grey, damp and cool outside (who are we kidding here?). So we hang out at home in PJs and amuse ourselves by taking lots of hot hot bubble baths. Hence, these lurvvly shots.

By the way, my Man's in preschool and enjoying it. There are the tears as expected. But I know he's ok when he gets inventive and embellishes his tales about school...."I cried sooo much. That fat woman (translated "teacher", he doesn't mean to be mean. he can't yet remember her name without having to think hard) got angry and said, "You tire me." I was ok at snack-time and pack-up time but not otherwise....I'm ok outside but not ok inside....". Such eloquence, it's so hard to not believe. But seriously, it means he's ok when he can talk so much about it. My Man.

All about the lurv...

He tells me he loves me even though I have zits all over my face. (of course not before demanding to know why they are all over me! did I forget to shower? am I dirty? did I refuse to eat my greens?)