Mother knows

I’m still not ready to talk about it more in details of what happen, but I wanted to share my story because I think it is important for mother’s out there to listen to yourself and seeks for comfort and support.                             

When our daughter Kalia was born, we were thrilled to have a beautiful baby girl. All of her test at birth showed normal results, as did the second one at the age of 7 months.

Kalia had always been a very happy and communicative baby. Then, as months passed, she improved all of her skills and developing as normal and baby possibly can. Even at her 1 year checkup, her pediatricians made comments on how she actually ahead. She masters some skills that normally mastered by a 18 month old baby if not older.

But later, at about the age of 18 months, she seemed to have fallen behind her peers as far as one of her skills were concerned. People around me always assure me that she’s fine and she will master that skills later on and baby develop at different rate and how I’m being paranoid. I heard this many – many times. Even from my husband.

Despite all that, I decided to have a special test done. My pediatrician, bless her heart, support me 100%. She told me to wait until Kalia is 2 but she did say, I shouldn’t ignore my instinct. Even though my husband kinda thinks it’s a waste of time at first, he supports me as well.

We did the test last Friday – I guess because it wasn’t really a medical reason and the test was done just based on instinct; it took us almost 1 month to get an appointment with the specialist, but we finally get in. As I hold her during the test, my heart slowly sink, I just knew that she blew it.

Even though I suspect it, both my husband and I were shocked by the results, it is different to suspect something then to actually hear and confirm it. : Fortunately, the doctor was very nice and professional. She immediately informed us of what the next steps should be. She immediately forwards the results to Kalia pediatrician, to different specialist and county for moral helps and supports. She gave us the entire outlet we need on how to move forward.

It doesn’t makes it any easier, I remember sitting there and listening to the test results and look at my husband next to me who have this stern look on his face and then I glance at Kalia and Tyra who were just happily playing with all the toys at the doctor’s office, my eyes just start getting blurry and I just cry right there and then.

I started asking the why questions… what did I do wrong, what did I miss, what I could’ve done different? What is it… WHY????? Don’t play a blaming game, that’s what the doctor told me. Nothing I’ve done or my husband that causes this, she assures us. It happens….  Things happens…

Doctors told me and my husband that we should not under estimate a support group for us. While we will continue to work on Kalia and her future but it is also important for us to get some counseling and support. I thought friends will do.

While we were waiting to get the test done, I took pictures of my kids playing in the waiting room and I post it on facebook. Some of friends start calling and ask if everything is okay. Friday afternoon was a very overwhelming time for us so I don’t return phone calls until Saturday. Even then I was still mixed with anger and guilt.

After hearing of what happens, I would say most friends are very supportive and sympathetic. However there are few that shocked me more. By the way, I’m talking just a handful of people that knows about it. Some friend thought I was being a drama queen and I shouldn’t fret about it too much. Okay …. But then, some friends who was my longtime friends and I consider a very good friends actually start blaming me, her first reaction was “What the H#@#$ did you do to her? Did you clean her *** too hard that causing this?” She’s actually the only person I reach out too – beside my family. And her respond was not something I expected.

After that I just shut down. I ignore phone calls and refuse to talk. Until Tuesday, blogging friends that become facebook friends invite her friends to rant on her page. I figure none of her readers knows me anyway, I will rants….  The response was so overwhelmingly positive though…. I cry and I cry reading it over and over again….  Some even helps me relate to their situations and some just there “holding my hands”. These comes from strangers.. Literally! And yet, so far they have provided me with comfort beyond believe. I deeply touch and humble by that.

Don’t get me wrong, I do have friends here who also hold my hands an cry with me… and I’m will be forever grateful for them. But the situation between my “good” friend and “strangers”  had open my eyes that we do need another outlets than just people around us. The neutral people that will not judge us, that will listen and offers suggestions, supports from neutral perspective.

My pediatrician calls to check on ME. Not Kalia, but ME and my husbands. She’s confidence that Kalia will be in a great hands with doctors and specialist but she also want to make sure we get the helps we need in order to assist kalia. She let me cry with her and she listen. She is too in a way a stranger..  but she’s there for us.

I take comfort that Kalia will get what she needs and my husband and I will get what we need in order to helps Kalia. What happens to us is a gift, it brings everything into perspective that my children truly is a blessing to us and we will be forever grateful for them.

God trusted them in my hands and I will do whatever it takes to make sure I don’t betrayed that trust.  So far.. (so far..) if there’s any good comes from this is a realization that you should count every blessing and not burden yourself with something small. One friend calls me yesterday and thank me. She thank me for share with her my situation. She told me she can’t sleeps at night thinking what would she done if she were in my shoes. She told me I put things in more perspective for her and she thank me for it.

One thing that my pediatrician says that hits me is: “Thank God for your Mother’s instinct, we caught this early.”

So to all mother’s out there… LISTEN.. those voices that tells you when something is off… LISTEN. Who care about other’s opinion, it is you that can feel it in your heart. And use every outlet provided to you for helps.

Thank you,

Sendie

 

Balance is overrated!

As summer ends, my husband and I have to make tons of adjustments. Scheduling for example, Tyra has started school back in July but we still have our niece with us to help baby sit Kalia, now she’s back to WI and Kalia need to be back at day care. Tyra will also have to go to before and after care and that brings up another adjustment, budget! Having two kids is crazy expensive!!! We have to pay $1600 just for child care alone! I don’t know how others with more than 2 kids can do it, we barely able to afford ours!

Now we all have to wake up super early I’m sure my husband beat the rooster (if we would’ve own one) waking up sleeping kids and baby are another thing I have to do, waking up Tyra is easier than Kalia, I mean, how could you wake a peacefully sleeping baby? So cute and comfy snuggle in her blanky and here’s come monster mommy waking her up? Oh.. breaks my heart every time! Good news is kalia normally wake up as soon as I’m up as if she can sense it. So I hardly have to wake her up.

 I do enjoy making and having breakfast with the family though.. even if it’s just as simple as cereal and milk. Once a while pancake or waffle is on the table, depend on my mood and how early we can get everybody ready.

The first few weeks, I got to work exhausted. Mostly mentally, thinking about what to prepare for snacks tomorrow, what the kids will wear, what’s for breakfast, what’s to cook for dinner tonight. Etc…. I drive myself crazy.

Then coming home to a messy house, the house I clean every morning and every night, it will miraculously messy again by the time I get home around 6pm. My husband is pretty helpful, he do dishes, laundry, vacuum and mop. However he and I have different concept on where toys and dirty clothes should go. It’s not on the floor!

Few weeks ago I broke down and have one of the biggest fights in our marriage life. It’s so big that it almost involve elder (it’s a Hmong thing) not that my husband believe in the elder but almost. Good friends talk to me and calm me down and we manage to get through this. I think everything just happen all of the sudden the change the adjustments we have to make and it’s all built in to the point that I can’t take it.

Finally I talked with my Mom and just cry myself out. Then, this is what my mom told me “having balance at home is over rated! There are no such things as perfect balance in life and in marriage. It’s all about give and take. The house will always be messy – you have two kids and two dogs what do you expect? – and you will always have disagreement but that’s what life is. Talk it out and work it out, that’s how you get through it.”

She said it’s okay to have a messy home once in a while, that’s mean my kids actually have fun and bring the house to live.

I always compare my life to my mom’s and have the image of a perfect marriage and perfect household should be. My mom told me to stop and remind me how even her life is not perfect. Once my mom and my dad were separated, they get back together and work it out. It hits me even my “perfect parents” have problems too.

She also remind me that she have plenty of helps back home with maid, gardener and drivers at her services.. (my dream life!) and most importantly all the family back home. She also then told me how proud she is of me and not sure if she can do the same if she was in my position. She thinks of me as a strong woman who is able to manage a family life with just me and hubby and we have as close to perfect as a life should be. That is the biggest compliments I heard from my mom! Over and over again I learned from my Mom. What will I do without her?

So last night, I let it all lose, I watch as Tyra and Kalia play together, this time instead of worrying what they will break or what they will spills, I just watch and listen. I listen as they both laugh while they were chasing each other. I watch Kalia do silly dance mimicking some TV commercial and then her laugh…

It’s beautiful and the house wasn’t all that bad. Just pick up few things this morning but I have the best night ever! As I quote my mom ‘Balance is over rated! Have fun, laugh often, build memories is more important than have your house looks like Martha Stewart Magazine.” Love you mommy!!

Tyra & Kalia being silly

Questions for parents

Being a parent it’s not easy. The epic responsibility of having kids is very scary. Growing up, I actually was very afraid to commit myself to have children. I have two now and couldn’t even imagine how dull my life would be without them. Yes, between the two of them I gain about 40 lbs and yes after breast feeding my breasts deflated to nothing… but that’s a very small sacrifice compare to the rewards and that’s not really what I wanted to share.

I always have a strong opinion on how important school is and early childhood education. To me early childhood education is not about learning to read and math. It is more of social skills.  I learned about SPICE when I first researching a good school & day care for Tyra, SPICE is:

  • Social – Refers mostly to the ability to form attachments, play with others, co-operation and sharing, and being able to create lasting relationships with others.
  • Physical – Development of Fine (small) and Gross (large) Motor Skills.
  • Intellectual – The process of making sense of the world around them.
  • Creative – The development of special abilities creating talents. Music, Art, Writing, Reading, and Singing are all ways for creative development to take place.
  • Emotional – Development of self-awareness, self-confidence, and coping with feelings as well as understanding them.

And did you know that did you know that by age three, a child’s brain has reached more than 85% of its adult weight? Hence, the importance of quality, early-childhood education. This is a scientific research done by Colorado Parent & Child Foundation. Also the brain will prune those things that it discerns are not being used starting at about 18 months. So, if you are neglecting a little one, the brain turns off those parts that are not getting stimulated. So, what is the best way to stimulate that tiny brain to keep growing? Play with the baby. Yep. That easy. Talk to him. Sing to her. Dance with him. Read to her. Play games with him. Take walks with her.

The reason why I thought of it today, a while back I went to Tyra’s class mate birthday party. There’s this one girl, she’s very cute but she doesn’t play nice with others.  I can tell she’s very happy and she should be it’s a party! But noticing her lack of social skills she soon acting like a brat. Sorry if I’m being blunt about this.  

It was so sad, but I also feel how the other parents felt. She runs and grabbing toys from other kids refuse to play – meaning share – with others. Meanwhile, instead of letting the child know that it’s not okay to take toys from others, the mom is just busy making excuses and apologizing.

Towards the end, she acting worse and the other parents finally speak up one mom even suggest a spanking. I don’t know these groups of people except the host so I stay quite. I feel bad for the mom though, she feels embarrassed and finally during cake the kids calm down a bit and the mom and I kinda sat next to each other. We exchange small talks and she apologize for her girl pulling Tyra’s hair (because she want Tyra bandana and Tyra refuse to give it to her) I just smile. She goes on making excuses that her baby is good kid at home but just tired from missing a nap – I don’t doubt her – but its 11 am in the morning!

 From that conversation I gather that she’s the baby – no surprise and she will be 4 yrs old and never been in school once. So the only social interaction is between her and her brother and sister at home.  Because she’s the baby she basically get everything she wants , well… she’s the baby, so her older brother and sister have to give in and the Mom – a stay at home Mom – purposely delay her school because again.. She’s the baby! Although the mom assure me that she taught the kid at home, how she can already write her name and count to 30. But what about social skills? The questions stay in my head.

I saw them again last weekend at the water fountain right by our house and she remembers me and we chatted while the kids play with water. Again, the daughter doing the same thing, grabbing things that not hers and refuse to give it back when the owner ask…. 

I don’t blame the child, I blame the mom. The child lack of social aspect in her life and she doesn’t know any better. The mom should see that her child is lack of social skills and do something about it instead of making excuses. I’m not passing judgment; I’m a parent of two young girls, so I still have a very long way to go. But in my opinion the mom could’ve done something. I’m not asking her to put the child on time out or embarrassed her, but talk to her and letting her know that it is not nice.

According to research I mention earlier by the age of 2 the brain turns off those parts of it that are not getting stimulated. So if we don’t start telling our child what’s right and what’s wrong, the child won’t know any different.

True story, my sister in law, never put her son into day care or preschool. Again, he’s the baby! By the time he has to be in kindergarten, his behavior is so bad that public school refuse him. Teachers carefully told my sister & brother in law that their son needs special attention that public school can’t give. Happy ending that he’s in private school now and doing great.

Am I wrong for taking this whole social skill seriously? Being a parents is hard, so I’m not going to lie and thinking I can do it all by myself. I need help. Teachers and school are parts of the help I need. Let me know your thought on this.

Worse hairday ever!

That coukd've been me!

Having my niece stay with us this summer kinda get me going about changing my style. Who’s better than a teenager to teach you more about style? So secretly, I’ve been trying to change my hairstyle. Yes secretly. I’m not one who spends too much time on appearance so even the idea of me trying will get the biggest laugh out of my husband. Thank God I’m just naturally beautiful.. ahem! NOT! 🙂

 After 30 minutes of trying different style, using some gels, spray I can find in my bathroom closet,  I give up. I’m just not that person who can do such thing. I hardly use my hair dryer! Who am I kidding. So.. I went downstairs to find my living room in chaos and my 5 yrs old looking at me funny “what’s up with your hair Mommy?” umm…  Then Pharmacy call I need to pick up my prescription. Off I went with my 5 year old cause she’s begging to come with me.

I feel like I’m having such a bad hairday (well duh!) and it change my mood to the worse! At the pharmacy’s, my Tyra somehow in a whinny mood that day… “can I do this, can I do that, can I have this… ?” I already got a headache from all the foam and hairspray – which probably expires cause it’s just sitting my closet for years! –  and now this. I just want to pick up my meds and go home.

 At the checkout point the cashier out of the blue just said to me “Wow you look like Monica Lewinsky! Are you guys related?” Excuse me??? I look 100% Asian and no, I don’t think I look like Ms. BJ at ALL! But how can I be rude to her, here’s a cute little blonde – that should be the cue – look at me with amazement. I just shortly said “No, we’re not related.” She must’ve sense me being upset and she try to clear it by saying “oh.. sorry, I just think you look pretty.” I pay the meds and mumble thank you and left.

 I grab my child by the hand refuse to buy her another pillow pets and put her in the car…  and here’s Tyra. “Why are you upset Mommy? The lady is right, I think you’re pretty.” Oh…. My heart just melt… Thank you Tyra! “But mommy, I do think you need to lose weight.” OY! And you want to know why I’m upset??

I look NOTHING like her

Fun to be ONE

We celebrate (for the 2nd time) Kalia’s 1st birthday last Saturday at our house. Friends and family came to celebrate our baby turning one. It was an afternoon filled with fun and laughter.

Birthday girl!

Overall the party was a success. Originaly I wanted to do Disney UP theme, I get the inspiration from The Tomkat studios – such a fun blog! So, I made the cake just like in the blog and I took the freebie for the menu & bottle label from KevinandAmanda. Another fun blog I follow for years to get inspiration. I’m not creative by all mean, but it’s fun to imagine to be one! 🙂

However, I got sick just a week before the party and it kinda messed up the whole planning. I couldn’t do a lot of things I originaly planned. I didn’t even get to shop until Wednesday before the party! Crazy! But all is well, I just change the theme from UP to Balloon. 🙂

The cake!

The dessert & appetizer table are combined into one and the table just surrounded with balloon. I have lollipos (looks like balloon) and I also made rice chrispy treat using pink marshmellow and shape them like balloon- this was a hits, they went flying out from the plate faster than a lose ballon! As for the appertizer I made eggroll, spinach dip & beef in the blanket. There’s also punch for drinks.

Desert & appertizer

I keep the dinner menu in similar tone – food with a stick 🙂 so the dinner is hot dogs kabab, shish kabab & chicken satay. Oh.. I also have salad and lo mein, and don’t forget rice!! 🙂 My friend was so nice that she actually made Kophia (Hmong chicken rice noodle soup) at my house when she arrive. Too bad, in all the fun I actually forgot to take pictures for the food! But it was so yummy and all went in a flash!

Just 3 days to pull this party and I was working too. I thought I coulnd’t pulled it off but I did, not by myself. Hubby help, friends came the day before to do all the balloons, my sister in law helps me preparing all the main entree (as sticking them in the stick.. :)) and she made the salad too! Also my dear friends, oh.. my dear friend, one friend came 2 hrs before the party, the house was in such chaos still! And she came with her family, grab the sponge and start doing dishes, moping the floor & even vacuum! What a friend!

The party went on with Games, Face painting and special goodie bags. It’s trully a fun evening. I can’t wait to plan another one for Tyra’s birthday this October! I can’t thank everyone enough, for the support, the love.. for everything!!! Kalia can feel it too, she’s beaming with happiness. That’s the main thing, this party is for her, not for me and not about me. Happy Birthday Kalia!!

Face Painting

Games

Goodie Bags

Kalia having fun opening gifts

The beginning……

About a month ago just after we got back from Indonesia we went to Tyra’s school orientation. As we enter the Gymnasium there’s a huge banner on the wall writer “Welcome class of 2024” Somehow, there’s a lump on my throat and my eyes are getting warm and heavy,

Lost of words, I just sat there quietly while waiting for the orientation to start. My husband try to show me and introduce me with some of Tyra’s friend’s parents and teachers, I just shake their hands, smile and nod quietly.  Somehow I was just emotionally drained.

Finally the teachers and principal enter the podium. The first thing she said to us parents (jokingly) that “the world will not end; there is still a life after you drop of your kid at school.” Everyone was laughing. I think she meant that for a stay at home mom, because she continue with suggestion of shopping, going to the gym, pursuit hobbies etc..  

She’s then calling all students to stand at the stage and there she was, my Tyra among them. They were all looking so proud and I can’t help but shed tears at this point. If you can just see them, the future of the next generations standing there in the podium. I didn’t bring my camera with me – gosh I wish I did!

I didn’t pay much attention after that. My minds went circling back through time. When Tyra was born, her first steps, her first word … everything.

When did she grow up?? It seems only yesterday that she was born. I remember I used to watch her sleeps and just admire her beauty. The girl who comes crying to mommy with booboo and wants some comfort. It’s like she grown in a blink of an eye. Time really does slipping through my fingers.

By all mean, I wasn’t trying to stop it. How can I, by delaying her going to school? By keeping her in the bubble of home? How selfish… this is the cycle of life, this is her time.. this is part of the beginning of her time….

Yes, this is just the beginning, but that’s it. It’s the beginning of her journey. I know there will be more moment to come. All kind of thoughts just flashing through my heads…  things won’t be quite the same anymore. I say a quick prayer, that she will do well in school and life. She will be protected and surrounded by love and support.

 First day of school is approaching in just two weeks.  I hope I can contain myself better this time.

My mom used to sing me this song, and I remember she request this song as part of the song that played during my wedding… somehow it’s playing in my head the whole time.

Today, tomorrow and always

 Kalia 1st birthday was actually on April 23rd, and we celebrate it with a big party in Indonesia at that time. It was a bit more hectic for me, I was on vacation, busy with tight vacation schedule, meeting family etc…  basically I don’t have time to be melancholy.

Last night (or morning) around 1 am, after I finally finish putting together a goodie bag, creating food label and stuff… I look at the birthday girl and big sister sleeping so peacefully. As always, they were holding each other.

I keep on kissing them and kissing them until finally the little one is up and mad.. 🙂

It seems like time here in Indonesia has its own life force I was astounded to realize how fast they grow, Tyra doesn’t look like a little cute toddler anymore, she’s grown to be a beautiful young girl who is very talkative, very curious about everything and very loving & caring. She always greets me at the door each afternoon with a dandelion in her hand as it’s a “fresh flower for mommy.”

Kalia, she’s 13.5 month now and as mobile as ever. She took her 1st steps few months back but didn’t really walk until 2 weeks ago. Now nothing can’t stop her. She went through everything, opening the pantry, try to get out of the doggie door and climbing up the stairs. She fell down few times but of course that doesn’t stop her. She’s growing. I can just imagine that soon she won’t be this cute little baby anymore and she’ll be a beautiful little girl, just as beautiful as her big sister and just as smart.

I am blessed … Looking at them sleeping, so beautiful, so peaceful… beautiful girls that so much like their mommy and their daddy and yet already form their own personality..

Where does times goes…  a year ago when Kalia was born feels like ages ago and 5 years ago when Tyra was born seems like an ancient history. Tomorrow is nearly here already! Today will be gone in a blink of an eye and it will be history.

So much story to tell on the girls.. on life… I kinda wish I have a blog when Tyra was born or when I was still living in Australia because I’m sure there are a lot of great fantastic stories that I’ve forgotten already.

Ah.. now I’m crying reminiscing  the oldies…  but looking forward for the future.. J as my husband always said to me on each of his notes, email or cards.. “today, tomorrow and always…”

they will always be my baby…

The story of an apple tree.

Once upon a time, there was a little boy who loves to play right by the apple tree. He loves to climb on it, picking the apple and eat it too. Pay hide and seek. Or just rest in the shade during a hot day. He really loves that apple tree and the tree loves the boy as well.

Times goes by and that little boy is now a teenager. He doesn’t spend as much time at the apple tree as he used to. He still comes from time to time. One day he came to the tree looking sad. “Come and play with me child.” The tree asks. ‘I’m not a kid anymore, I don’t play like I used to. I need to pay a different game; I need the latest gadget, new technology. But I don’t have any money to buy them.” The teenager said. “Then come and pick my fruit and sell them so you can get money to purchase whatever it is you want.” Said the tree. The teenager was so happy picking up the apple from the tree and off to sell them.

The teenager then left and forgot about the tree. It makes the tree sad but there’s nothing it can do.

Another time goes by and the teenager is now a young man. He came by and visited the tree looking sad. “Come and play with me child.” The tree asks. “I can’t. I don’t have time to play. Now I have to work and provide for my family. I want to build a shelter for my family and I have to work very hard for it. Can you help me?” The young man asks the tree. “I’m so sorry, but I don’t have a house, but you are welcome to cut up my branch to build yourself a house for your family.” Happily the young man start chopping off the branches of the tree and off he goes to build a house for him and his family.

He left and forgot about the tree. It makes the tree sad but there’s nothing it can do.

Another time goes by and that young man is now an adult. He visit the tree. “Come and play with me my child.” Ask the tree. “I’m sorry but I’m an adult now, I don’t play. I want to sail around the world! That has been my dream growing up.” Said the man. “But it takes money to buy a boat can you help me?” “I don’t have a boat but you are free to chop me up and use my trunk to build your boat.” Said the tree.

The man happily chop the tree off almost completely and build himself a big boat to sail around the world. The tree no longer looking like a tree just left there as a piece of wood and roots sticking out from the ground.  He left and didn’t return for a very long time and again made the tree very sad.

Another times goes by and there’s an old man came by the tree. He was once that boy that loves to pay with the tree. “I’m sorry my child, I don’t have anything left to give you said the tree. You taken all my fruit, you chop of my branches and use my body. Now I’m nothing.” The tree said sadly. “I don’t want your fruit cause I don’t have any teeth to eat it with,  I don’t want your branch because I’m too old to chop them and I don’t want to sail around the world again. I’m too old I just want to rest.” Said the man.

“Then come here and lay with me and let’s rest together.”

They lie together and finally spend their last moment together.

Lesson: That tree represents our parents. How we used to love to play with them as we were little. Come our teenage and adult time where we spend less and less time with them but they will always there when we need them. ALWAYS! We left them and only come back when in time of need, but they will always happily help us the best way they can because our happiness is the only thing they ever want.

This story was an old Asian story (So it said in the email) and was sent to me tis morning by a friend. What a great reminder to always remember your parents, to love and respect them.

Taken from Yahoo Image

“The coconut here is green!”

In less than 2 weeks I will be joining my daughters and family in Indonesia. This has been the longest (ever!) I ever parted from my kids and the feeling is unbearable! It really doesn’t get any easier over time. Before they leave I thought I would use these free kids day as a days to relax. I can sleep late, wake up late – especially on the weekend. Bu no…. I actually sleep less!

I become more of a restless sleeper. I woke up often dreaming of my baby and reaching my cell phone at 2 or 3 am in the morning to check on how they are doing… however, aside from missing them like crazy, there really no regret of my decision sending them early with my mom. Everyday Tyra have something new to tell. More story to share, more experience to remember, and more memory to cherish. It’s too cute to hear her talking on the phone about simple thing that amaze her. “Mommy, Daddy, the coconut here is green not brown and it taste good!”

Thank God for technology so I can still talk to them everyday and see pictures of them having fun everyday. Tyra & Kalia being the youngest child in the family has received so much attention and love it’s unbelievable! I even think they have too good over there that they will put up a good fight before wanting to go back home to Denver with us!

12 more days before my husband and I join them in all the fun! Until then… I’ll try to make the best of it.

"Hello Mommy, Daddy.. I miss you!"

The coconut here is green!

Oy to the questions!

I’m sure you know that kids can say, ask and act the darnest things. My daughters included.  This is when I learned you have to be very careful of what you said in front of her or she’ll copy you.

I first learned that when I accidently drop something into toilet bowl and she said “Mommy what the hell?” with a very concern voice, she was only 2 yrs old. Seriously, I don’t know where she got that from (ahem) I try so hard not to laugh and explain to her that we don’t say that H word in the house.  Later on that day, I told my husband the story and instead of concern he was proud that his daughter actually said it in the right context. Oh dear.

Although that is the last times she use the H word but that wasn’t the last time she did or said something that makes me crunch my eyebrow – is that even an expression?

Her questions range from a serious one like why does Grandma WI speak different language and scream all the time (It’s a Hmong thing – I’m guessing) to a silly one like why does mommy have a big tummy to how come daddy doesn’t have long hair like Breezy’s (her best friend) dad.

To sum up, she was listening to my iphone and singing and dancing to Brittney Spears. “I’m not that innocence!” Oy!

In all fairness I becoming more and more “not innocence” too since I become a mother. I lie a lot! But in all seriousness will you tell the truth when your 5 yrs old ask you what does Lady Gaga mean when she sings “I wanna ride in your disco sticks” ?

I better do some parents control on my iphone/ipod. Any suggestion?

Diva in Training