I just got back from dropping Jen and Will off at the airport in Cebu. They are heading back to Shanghai tonight. They are on a red eye flight but we used miles to get it and we got Will his own seat so they should both be able to sleep well. Tomorrow my crazy few days will start as I will head to Manila for a day and a half for some meetings and then I'll fly to Nagoya, Japan for about 20 hours for just a quick meeting. Then it's off to Beijing to meet with USU's MBA students. While in Beijing we'll also have a meeting with Ambassador Huntsman, yes he is still there until April, which should be interesting.
This past week has been a lot of fun. We took a lot of pictures but we didn't bring the cord to download them to the computer and post them so we'll have to get that done later. Will was a hit at the resort. Most of the other guests were Korean and Will just wanted to chat with most of them, particularly the women. He would run up and hold their hands and try to talk to them. Whenever anyone would walk past us he would call out "bye bye" and would continue this back and forth until the people were no longer in yelling range. He thought it was so funny. Last night there was an outdoor Filipino bbq that was really good and following that they had a cultural dance and music show which Will just loved. He especially loved the drums. He would bob his head back and forth and wave his arms and really get into the beat.
Some of the best parts of this week were: the endless supply of fresh mangos at every meal and all of the mango juices, smoothies, and shakes that we had with every meal, the local food in general is really good - lots of chicken and pork and garlic rice. We enjoyed the beach. This morning we went to feed the fish and play in the water and there were so many fish, it was amazing. During my ocean swim today I found Nemo, the little clown fish. He went swimming by me just before I swam over the top of a school of fish that seemed like it had thousands of fish in it.
We really enjoyed going to the Cebu temple. It opened this past summer so everything was new and very nice. It was much bigger than I expected it to be. There was an old couple that was going through for the first time. They must have been in their 80's, it was really cool to see.
Random: one of the days we were at the beach Jen looked up and saw a girl that she went to high school with! Turns out this girl lives here with her husband and they go to that beach all the time. The other random thing was that her husband went to good ol' Murray High and graduated with my sister's class in 99'. They called us at the hotel the next day and turns out he knows my sister. Small world.
Well, back to reality.
Oh ya, for those who we haven't gotten a hold of yet - Jen is having a Girl! June 24th. Current plan is to have this baby in the US.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Early Morning
My morning began at 4 AM when I woke up to W. walking around the hotel room. I tried to co-erce him back into bed, unsuccessfully. He kept going to the door and saying, "Qu Qu, ye you" (qu qu means "go out", and "ye you" is his version of "you Yong" or in English, "swimming"). No way was I going to accede to his desires at that hour. He then wanted "Elmo" on the computer. I didn't want to do that either. I finally allowed him to watch Sesame Street on the Iphone, in his bed. He didn't fall asleep and just kept crying to go swim.
Our poor neighbors. What can you do, but let your child have an early morning ocean dip at now 5 AM. My intention was to just walk around, and hopefully have him fall asleep out by the pool--still dark at this hour--in my arms. He wanted to get in. So we continued our walk down to the dark ocean, with bats flying overhead, squeaking their early morning squeals. Will didn't want to sit-only to play in the sand. I let him while I listened to the waves and the tide coming in. It was really beautiful. Then he started throwing rocks. Then he ran toward the ocean. He is getting fast. We watched the sunrise colors of oranges and yellows, and saw the round orange sun fill the sky with light. Will insisted on swimming, and since we rarely have this opportunity I stripped him down and let him play in the ocean. The water was warm after all.
3 Philippino men came down to the ocean with handfuls of bread to feed the fish. I picked up Will so we could see the fishes eat too. We followed them into the ocean knee deep and we watched the fishes jump and leap for the bread. They gave us some to throw in too. I told Will to 'throw hard'. He loves to throw. Because of the lightness of the bread it landed near my legs and soon we had schools of fish surrounding us, touching my legs, all fighting for the bread. I panicked a little-it's a very weird feeling being surrounded by fish. But Will was loving it. We did this for a while, and then as we were walking out of the ocean we saw a blue starfish. I took a stick and touched it, but it didn't move. We watched it until the tide took it away. As we were walking back in the early light W. fell asleep in my arms. Our vacations have changed dramatically since having a child, but it's so worth it. I wouldn't change a thing.
OCEAN SWIM
While W. was napping yesterday I took the opportunity to swim in the ocean. I knew that if I didn't-despite the saltwater in my hair and eyes-I would forevermore wish I had.
I felt a little giddy walking down to the beach, kid-less, and quick. The water was a perfect swimming temperature, nice and cool. Warm after a minute. It took a minute to get used to the thick murky sea-water. I decided to head out to the end of the buoys, where they had a dock. I would swim there and back. It was so awesome to swim with the fish, as long as they didn't touch me. It's a very different experience swimming in the ocean vs. a nice, clean pool. (I have started swimming again with this pregnancy, and have come to love it again). I forgot to breathe out underwater and didn't realize for a minute why I was so out of breath. The ocean is so expansive, and majestic. Quite intimidating. I remembered to breathe just as a wave washed over me and I swallowed a mouthful of sea-water. I continued on after gagging, quite determined. The further I got out the more fish I saw. Beautiful fish, brightly colored. A few strokes from the deck I swam right into a school of those same brightly colored fishes. They were all around me-my legs, and arms, and head, and I panicked a bit. It's such an odd feeling, and I quickly called it good, and swam out of there as fast as I could. It's a lot harder to swim in the ocean over a pool. I got out, showered, and jumped in the pool and did a few laps to clean myself. This was refreshing, but the ocean was such a thrill.
Our poor neighbors. What can you do, but let your child have an early morning ocean dip at now 5 AM. My intention was to just walk around, and hopefully have him fall asleep out by the pool--still dark at this hour--in my arms. He wanted to get in. So we continued our walk down to the dark ocean, with bats flying overhead, squeaking their early morning squeals. Will didn't want to sit-only to play in the sand. I let him while I listened to the waves and the tide coming in. It was really beautiful. Then he started throwing rocks. Then he ran toward the ocean. He is getting fast. We watched the sunrise colors of oranges and yellows, and saw the round orange sun fill the sky with light. Will insisted on swimming, and since we rarely have this opportunity I stripped him down and let him play in the ocean. The water was warm after all.
3 Philippino men came down to the ocean with handfuls of bread to feed the fish. I picked up Will so we could see the fishes eat too. We followed them into the ocean knee deep and we watched the fishes jump and leap for the bread. They gave us some to throw in too. I told Will to 'throw hard'. He loves to throw. Because of the lightness of the bread it landed near my legs and soon we had schools of fish surrounding us, touching my legs, all fighting for the bread. I panicked a little-it's a very weird feeling being surrounded by fish. But Will was loving it. We did this for a while, and then as we were walking out of the ocean we saw a blue starfish. I took a stick and touched it, but it didn't move. We watched it until the tide took it away. As we were walking back in the early light W. fell asleep in my arms. Our vacations have changed dramatically since having a child, but it's so worth it. I wouldn't change a thing.
OCEAN SWIM
While W. was napping yesterday I took the opportunity to swim in the ocean. I knew that if I didn't-despite the saltwater in my hair and eyes-I would forevermore wish I had.
I felt a little giddy walking down to the beach, kid-less, and quick. The water was a perfect swimming temperature, nice and cool. Warm after a minute. It took a minute to get used to the thick murky sea-water. I decided to head out to the end of the buoys, where they had a dock. I would swim there and back. It was so awesome to swim with the fish, as long as they didn't touch me. It's a very different experience swimming in the ocean vs. a nice, clean pool. (I have started swimming again with this pregnancy, and have come to love it again). I forgot to breathe out underwater and didn't realize for a minute why I was so out of breath. The ocean is so expansive, and majestic. Quite intimidating. I remembered to breathe just as a wave washed over me and I swallowed a mouthful of sea-water. I continued on after gagging, quite determined. The further I got out the more fish I saw. Beautiful fish, brightly colored. A few strokes from the deck I swam right into a school of those same brightly colored fishes. They were all around me-my legs, and arms, and head, and I panicked a bit. It's such an odd feeling, and I quickly called it good, and swam out of there as fast as I could. It's a lot harder to swim in the ocean over a pool. I got out, showered, and jumped in the pool and did a few laps to clean myself. This was refreshing, but the ocean was such a thrill.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Update -Bike wreck
We just landed in Cebu, Philippines for the week and once we got checked into our room we opened up the computer and started checking out the past two months of blogs that we've been missing. This week we plan to get caught up on reading other blogs and doing some posting of our own. Some friends of ours booked a week in Cebu and since I had some meetings in Cebu and Manilla we decided to all come down and join them for the week. Will was great on the flights and we are looking forward to some warm weather swimming, but not exactly looking forward to sharing a room with Will for the week...Jen is getting his bed set up right now on the hide-a-bed so we'll see how this goes.
The most notable event from this past week was my bike wreck. On Tuesday and Thursday mornings I get together with a group of guys and we do laps around Century park at 5:40am. It's a 5k loop and we usually do 6 laps with a sprint finish to each lap. Kind of like speed workout on a bike. The once per lap sprint finishes can get a bit intense when you've got 12 guys fighting for the win each lap. On Thursday's 3rd lap the bunch sprint got a little bit too tight and the two guys on my left started getting tangled up a little bit and in a split second they went down right into me! I went flying in one direction and my front made a load exploding sound as my bike went flying in another direction. Once I hit the pavement I rolled for some time. We were doing about 35mph at the time of the crash! The crash hurt pretty bad and was pretty scary. My bike was not ridable so I took a taxi home. Throughout the day Thursday I got more and more sore and felt like I'd been hit by a train. But amazingly I woke up feeling pretty good on Friday morning and went for a slow 1,000 yard swim. I took my bike in to get repaired and the only real damage was my front wheel, I'll have to get a new one, in the meantime I've got a loaner from a friend.
It was pretty miraculous that I wasn't really hurt. Since it is still winter time I was wearing a lot of clothes so I didn't even get road rash. Had it been in the summer I wouldn't have much skin left. My helmet didn't even have a scratch on it and by Saturday morning I was ready for another 100k ride. Today, Sunday, I've just got a slightly scratched knee and a tender, slightly swollen, elbow but that's it! I'm really grateful it turned out OK. (I figure it's mostly due to drinking Asea, it's a miracle healer. 2 oz a day will keep any doctor away. I even put it on my bike to keep it from getting hurt. Now I just need 10 people to work under me to sell this stuff) High speed bike crashes in big groups are scary, especially since the guys behind you have no choice but to run you over! I certainly don't want to repeat that experience anytime soon.
We'll be posting more this week with pictures.
The most notable event from this past week was my bike wreck. On Tuesday and Thursday mornings I get together with a group of guys and we do laps around Century park at 5:40am. It's a 5k loop and we usually do 6 laps with a sprint finish to each lap. Kind of like speed workout on a bike. The once per lap sprint finishes can get a bit intense when you've got 12 guys fighting for the win each lap. On Thursday's 3rd lap the bunch sprint got a little bit too tight and the two guys on my left started getting tangled up a little bit and in a split second they went down right into me! I went flying in one direction and my front made a load exploding sound as my bike went flying in another direction. Once I hit the pavement I rolled for some time. We were doing about 35mph at the time of the crash! The crash hurt pretty bad and was pretty scary. My bike was not ridable so I took a taxi home. Throughout the day Thursday I got more and more sore and felt like I'd been hit by a train. But amazingly I woke up feeling pretty good on Friday morning and went for a slow 1,000 yard swim. I took my bike in to get repaired and the only real damage was my front wheel, I'll have to get a new one, in the meantime I've got a loaner from a friend.
It was pretty miraculous that I wasn't really hurt. Since it is still winter time I was wearing a lot of clothes so I didn't even get road rash. Had it been in the summer I wouldn't have much skin left. My helmet didn't even have a scratch on it and by Saturday morning I was ready for another 100k ride. Today, Sunday, I've just got a slightly scratched knee and a tender, slightly swollen, elbow but that's it! I'm really grateful it turned out OK. (I figure it's mostly due to drinking Asea, it's a miracle healer. 2 oz a day will keep any doctor away. I even put it on my bike to keep it from getting hurt. Now I just need 10 people to work under me to sell this stuff) High speed bike crashes in big groups are scary, especially since the guys behind you have no choice but to run you over! I certainly don't want to repeat that experience anytime soon.
We'll be posting more this week with pictures.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Update from Germany
Jen just emailed me this so I could post it on the blog. I'm in Germany this week so I have blog access again! She made me promise that I wouldn't change anything she wrote.
MUESLI
The other week I bought two boxes of Muesli at the local Carrefoure. Any kind of cereal is super expensive here, so we never buy any, but, this was on sale. It was such a good price that I bought two boxes. WB and I have been enjoying it every morning in our oatmeal, or just plain. Taylor even ate a bowl of it one morning and made a comment that the raisins were so hard it took half an hour to eat a bowl. Yesterday Will was eating a bowl of it and Taylor looked disgustedly in his bowl and said,
"What is he eating? What are those white specks?"
"It's Muesli and those white specks are coconut."
"Did you add that in?"
"No, that's how it came."
"I'm sure glad that's in his bowl and not mine."
I told him that he had eaten a bowl the other day and he said,
"I did not eat that!" (Said rather defiantly)
Ok, whatever you say.
IN BALANCE
The last travel trip that Taylor went to was Indonesia, a couple weeks ago with something around his wrist- like a women's hair elastic band.
"What is that around your wrist?"
He has been talking about these bands for a couple years-how if you wear it around your wrist, or neck, it will balance out the negative ions in your body. I've always thought it was a ridiculous buy. If you want to balance out the negative ions in your body my belief is you should exercise, eat healthy, breathe deeply and "OMMM" for a while, or something like that.
So I asked him what was around his wrist, realizing the moment I said it what it was.
Rather sheepishly, slyly, defiantly, whatever you want to call it he says with a 'leave-me-alone-about-it' attitude,
"I'm in balance."
LOCKED DOOR
W. has been sleeping in his pack 'n play since the day he was born. It's very convenient, and it doesn't spoil him, so when we visit other places he won't expect anything we can't provide.
He is getting rather tall. In America while staying in Logan he actually did climb out of the pack 'n play at H.'s house, fell on his head, and bit his lip. So I knew it was time to buy him a bed, but I've been holding off since it's quite far to travel to IKEA, and W. doesn't last long doing things like this. Plus, his pack 'n play here is a bit taller, so we still had more time, right?
Lately I've had to be in his room or right close by when he falls asleep in case he makes the attempt to climb out (he was getting closer and closer at accomplishing this feat). The other night I was in his room on the twin mattress waiting for him to fall asleep and he was crying his heart out (typical at bedtime). He heaved his little toddler chest and puffed it up till his rib cage was resting on the edge of the crib, and he used his legs to climb up the side, while using his strong little arms to pull him out. He nearly fell flat on his head again, so I said, "No more". I still don't have a toddler bed so we are having him sleep on a twin mattress on the floor of his room. (I'll wait till after the Chinese New Year holiday to get a bed so we have a car)
He's also started meddling with the lock on the door, but never actually turned it ever. I still was staying in his room or close by till he fell asleep so he wouldn't lock the door (one of my fears). I've asked the landlord for the key many times, but she's slow about any of our requests. Yesterday I laid down with him on the mattress till his eyes started drooping, then I left. I shut the door. I heard him get up a minute later, and I thought to myself I should probably tape the lock so it won't actually lock, and I even had a quick thought before his nap that we should switch his bedroom to the other one (we will make this switch when he gets a new bed-so still holding off). But I did have a thought before his nap that I should move the mattress in there, but still didn't listen to the voice, that I always debate about whether it's my paranoid conscience, or the Holy Ghost. I have a hard time deciphering, because I am quite paranoid.
So meanwhile, I hear Will at the door, and throw off the thought. "He won't lock the door, Jen. Relax." And right then, I hear a click, and another click. I ran to his room and sure enough, he had locked it.
I can't call management since I don't have the language skills to tell them the problem. Can't call a locksmith, same problem. Taylor's in Germany. I don't have the landlord's number. What can you do but pray in a situation like this? For a quick second I actually panicked and thought, "there's no time to pray! I have to do something." My son is locked in his room. I'm on the other side with no way to help. Thankfully I listened to the voice this time because things worked out after that.
Like my phone actually being able to call Taylor in Germany.
Like Taylor actually awaking from his deep slumber to answer his phone.
Like him quickly giving me two numbers to reach the landlord.
Like her quickly answering and despite the New Year when EVERYONE travels, she was home.
Like her home being in our complex.
Like her being able to get a key and come quickly over.
Unfortunately she did not have a key for that door. She was able to find a key for every other door, except this one. Should have moved him to the other bedroom.
But she is Chinese, and speaks English, and was able to call management and a service worker came quickly.
He did not have the tools to fix this problem, and he was a bit prideful, and would not listen to me or my opinion. Completely disregarded me, even though it was my child. He wouldn't listen to me when I told him not to kick in the door because W. was on the other side crying and screaming frantically at this point. I was afraid they would harm him.
At this point the door handle was off. They both thought it was a good idea to use a card to slide it in the lock like you would with a locked car...Of course this wouldn't work but I was getting desperate.
Apparently I was informed they had not one saw or drill in the entire complex! (I did not appreciate that lie, btw). It would have made for a less traumatizing experience.
He would not even think of sawing the door, so I took a knife and started it myself.
He kinda pushed me out of the way and took his screwdriver and hammer and started hammering into and on the side of the lock, completely ruining it.My idea was to saw a small hole and unlock the door, but after the ruined lock that wasn't an option. I am very shaky at this point, and W. is scared to death on the other side. It wasn't a quiet process.
Finally when I think progress is being made the hammer breaks. So thankfully I had one. He continued to hammer at the door and lock meanwhile creating a hole, meanwhile flinging broken chunks of wood at my child's face who is screaming for his Baba on the other side. They told me I should tell W. to move to the other side of the room...Really?
I tried to slide cards underneath to keep him on the other end of the door but of course the hammering was traumatizing. Then the service man proceeded to kick in the door. There was a small hole and I pushed him out of the way so I could try and unlock the door, but the lock was ruined, like I mentioned. He continued to kick in the door while trying to pull the whole lock out, which he finally did, and we were able to open the door and get a very traumatized, scared, crying child out of that room and into my arms. He was clinging so tightly like he's never done before.
This was a traumatizing experience for me and for him, and I'm so full of gratitude that he is safe. He was locked in the room for over an hour.
I guess I've learned my lesson. Don't chance anything. Balcony's, windows, Not worth it.
BABY POWDER
I changed W.'s diaper this morning, and immediately took it out to the garbage out in the hall. I came in and washed my hands in the kitchen sink, and put the breakfast dishes into the sink. I hear Will's toy music box, but not him, so I leave the kitchen and find him in the hall dumping the entire contents of the baby powder all over the wood floor. I seriously left him for less than two minutes! He was having the time of his life. I can't let my eyesight leave this child for even a moment without him getting into trouble! Thank goodness he's super cute.
ELMO
Elmo is his new favorite character. I don't know how this came to be, but he has to see Elmo every day. We are working on getting a stuffed Elmo doll for him. I think it started with some Sesame Street books I brought back from the U.S. His toothpaste has Elmo on the front too. He used to hate his teeth being brushed, but if I hold out the tube of Elmo toothpaste in front of him and tell him Elmo says to brush teeth he'll graciously comply.
TP downloaded a Sesame Street episode onto itunes for him and he'll watch that daily. Or we'll stream it online. There's a point where Elmo and Rosita find a baby bird who has lost it's mom and they have to teach him how to fly. One of the cast is there joining in on the song, "Flap your wings". He crosses his arms, fans out his hands, and lifts them like wings flapping. Will now does this too. He'll walk around the house flapping his cute little arm wings and say, "Fap fap fap". In fact, he just woke up and came to me crying. When he saw me and the computer he started flapping his wings, and is now saying "Elmo" while pointing at the computer. At least he knows what he wants, right?
I taught him to say, "Yao" (want).
He is speaking lots and saying words like, 'Elmo', 'yao', 'dianhua' (phone), 'zhao' (foot), 'uh-oh', 'eye', 'ear', 'teeth', 'nose', 'gei' (give) he'll say this if he's giving me something or wants me to give him something, 'shui-jiao' (sleep) he says this while putting his hands underneath his chin and tilting his head-supposed to be on the side of his face while tilting his head like he's sleeping, 'shui' (water), 'chi' (eat), 'na-na' (banana), 'bao bao' (bread, really mianbao), 'bye', 'hi', 'apple', 'shoe', and many other words. He's good at imitating me and understands so much. He's very smart. This morning I told him to get his shoes, so he went to the shoe cabinet and unloaded all my shoes--close enough. He'll get me a book if I ask him to, or throw away garbage. After drinking his drinkable yogurt he'll throw it in the trash.
He's seriously so much fun to be around, and is such a joy--provided we both get our sleep! (Last night he wanted to eat at 1:30 AM. He ate yogurt, bread, and mac 'n cheese). I wasn't so nice at that hour.
MUESLI
The other week I bought two boxes of Muesli at the local Carrefoure. Any kind of cereal is super expensive here, so we never buy any, but, this was on sale. It was such a good price that I bought two boxes. WB and I have been enjoying it every morning in our oatmeal, or just plain. Taylor even ate a bowl of it one morning and made a comment that the raisins were so hard it took half an hour to eat a bowl. Yesterday Will was eating a bowl of it and Taylor looked disgustedly in his bowl and said,
"What is he eating? What are those white specks?"
"It's Muesli and those white specks are coconut."
"Did you add that in?"
"No, that's how it came."
"I'm sure glad that's in his bowl and not mine."
I told him that he had eaten a bowl the other day and he said,
"I did not eat that!" (Said rather defiantly)
Ok, whatever you say.
IN BALANCE
The last travel trip that Taylor went to was Indonesia, a couple weeks ago with something around his wrist- like a women's hair elastic band.
"What is that around your wrist?"
He has been talking about these bands for a couple years-how if you wear it around your wrist, or neck, it will balance out the negative ions in your body. I've always thought it was a ridiculous buy. If you want to balance out the negative ions in your body my belief is you should exercise, eat healthy, breathe deeply and "OMMM" for a while, or something like that.
So I asked him what was around his wrist, realizing the moment I said it what it was.
Rather sheepishly, slyly, defiantly, whatever you want to call it he says with a 'leave-me-alone-about-it' attitude,
"I'm in balance."
LOCKED DOOR
W. has been sleeping in his pack 'n play since the day he was born. It's very convenient, and it doesn't spoil him, so when we visit other places he won't expect anything we can't provide.
He is getting rather tall. In America while staying in Logan he actually did climb out of the pack 'n play at H.'s house, fell on his head, and bit his lip. So I knew it was time to buy him a bed, but I've been holding off since it's quite far to travel to IKEA, and W. doesn't last long doing things like this. Plus, his pack 'n play here is a bit taller, so we still had more time, right?
Lately I've had to be in his room or right close by when he falls asleep in case he makes the attempt to climb out (he was getting closer and closer at accomplishing this feat). The other night I was in his room on the twin mattress waiting for him to fall asleep and he was crying his heart out (typical at bedtime). He heaved his little toddler chest and puffed it up till his rib cage was resting on the edge of the crib, and he used his legs to climb up the side, while using his strong little arms to pull him out. He nearly fell flat on his head again, so I said, "No more". I still don't have a toddler bed so we are having him sleep on a twin mattress on the floor of his room. (I'll wait till after the Chinese New Year holiday to get a bed so we have a car)
He's also started meddling with the lock on the door, but never actually turned it ever. I still was staying in his room or close by till he fell asleep so he wouldn't lock the door (one of my fears). I've asked the landlord for the key many times, but she's slow about any of our requests. Yesterday I laid down with him on the mattress till his eyes started drooping, then I left. I shut the door. I heard him get up a minute later, and I thought to myself I should probably tape the lock so it won't actually lock, and I even had a quick thought before his nap that we should switch his bedroom to the other one (we will make this switch when he gets a new bed-so still holding off). But I did have a thought before his nap that I should move the mattress in there, but still didn't listen to the voice, that I always debate about whether it's my paranoid conscience, or the Holy Ghost. I have a hard time deciphering, because I am quite paranoid.
So meanwhile, I hear Will at the door, and throw off the thought. "He won't lock the door, Jen. Relax." And right then, I hear a click, and another click. I ran to his room and sure enough, he had locked it.
I can't call management since I don't have the language skills to tell them the problem. Can't call a locksmith, same problem. Taylor's in Germany. I don't have the landlord's number. What can you do but pray in a situation like this? For a quick second I actually panicked and thought, "there's no time to pray! I have to do something." My son is locked in his room. I'm on the other side with no way to help. Thankfully I listened to the voice this time because things worked out after that.
Like my phone actually being able to call Taylor in Germany.
Like Taylor actually awaking from his deep slumber to answer his phone.
Like him quickly giving me two numbers to reach the landlord.
Like her quickly answering and despite the New Year when EVERYONE travels, she was home.
Like her home being in our complex.
Like her being able to get a key and come quickly over.
Unfortunately she did not have a key for that door. She was able to find a key for every other door, except this one. Should have moved him to the other bedroom.
But she is Chinese, and speaks English, and was able to call management and a service worker came quickly.
He did not have the tools to fix this problem, and he was a bit prideful, and would not listen to me or my opinion. Completely disregarded me, even though it was my child. He wouldn't listen to me when I told him not to kick in the door because W. was on the other side crying and screaming frantically at this point. I was afraid they would harm him.
At this point the door handle was off. They both thought it was a good idea to use a card to slide it in the lock like you would with a locked car...Of course this wouldn't work but I was getting desperate.
Apparently I was informed they had not one saw or drill in the entire complex! (I did not appreciate that lie, btw). It would have made for a less traumatizing experience.
He would not even think of sawing the door, so I took a knife and started it myself.
He kinda pushed me out of the way and took his screwdriver and hammer and started hammering into and on the side of the lock, completely ruining it.My idea was to saw a small hole and unlock the door, but after the ruined lock that wasn't an option. I am very shaky at this point, and W. is scared to death on the other side. It wasn't a quiet process.
Finally when I think progress is being made the hammer breaks. So thankfully I had one. He continued to hammer at the door and lock meanwhile creating a hole, meanwhile flinging broken chunks of wood at my child's face who is screaming for his Baba on the other side. They told me I should tell W. to move to the other side of the room...Really?
I tried to slide cards underneath to keep him on the other end of the door but of course the hammering was traumatizing. Then the service man proceeded to kick in the door. There was a small hole and I pushed him out of the way so I could try and unlock the door, but the lock was ruined, like I mentioned. He continued to kick in the door while trying to pull the whole lock out, which he finally did, and we were able to open the door and get a very traumatized, scared, crying child out of that room and into my arms. He was clinging so tightly like he's never done before.
This was a traumatizing experience for me and for him, and I'm so full of gratitude that he is safe. He was locked in the room for over an hour.
I guess I've learned my lesson. Don't chance anything. Balcony's, windows, Not worth it.
BABY POWDER
I changed W.'s diaper this morning, and immediately took it out to the garbage out in the hall. I came in and washed my hands in the kitchen sink, and put the breakfast dishes into the sink. I hear Will's toy music box, but not him, so I leave the kitchen and find him in the hall dumping the entire contents of the baby powder all over the wood floor. I seriously left him for less than two minutes! He was having the time of his life. I can't let my eyesight leave this child for even a moment without him getting into trouble! Thank goodness he's super cute.
ELMO
Elmo is his new favorite character. I don't know how this came to be, but he has to see Elmo every day. We are working on getting a stuffed Elmo doll for him. I think it started with some Sesame Street books I brought back from the U.S. His toothpaste has Elmo on the front too. He used to hate his teeth being brushed, but if I hold out the tube of Elmo toothpaste in front of him and tell him Elmo says to brush teeth he'll graciously comply.
TP downloaded a Sesame Street episode onto itunes for him and he'll watch that daily. Or we'll stream it online. There's a point where Elmo and Rosita find a baby bird who has lost it's mom and they have to teach him how to fly. One of the cast is there joining in on the song, "Flap your wings". He crosses his arms, fans out his hands, and lifts them like wings flapping. Will now does this too. He'll walk around the house flapping his cute little arm wings and say, "Fap fap fap". In fact, he just woke up and came to me crying. When he saw me and the computer he started flapping his wings, and is now saying "Elmo" while pointing at the computer. At least he knows what he wants, right?
I taught him to say, "Yao" (want).
He is speaking lots and saying words like, 'Elmo', 'yao', 'dianhua' (phone), 'zhao' (foot), 'uh-oh', 'eye', 'ear', 'teeth', 'nose', 'gei' (give) he'll say this if he's giving me something or wants me to give him something, 'shui-jiao' (sleep) he says this while putting his hands underneath his chin and tilting his head-supposed to be on the side of his face while tilting his head like he's sleeping, 'shui' (water), 'chi' (eat), 'na-na' (banana), 'bao bao' (bread, really mianbao), 'bye', 'hi', 'apple', 'shoe', and many other words. He's good at imitating me and understands so much. He's very smart. This morning I told him to get his shoes, so he went to the shoe cabinet and unloaded all my shoes--close enough. He'll get me a book if I ask him to, or throw away garbage. After drinking his drinkable yogurt he'll throw it in the trash.
He's seriously so much fun to be around, and is such a joy--provided we both get our sleep! (Last night he wanted to eat at 1:30 AM. He ate yogurt, bread, and mac 'n cheese). I wasn't so nice at that hour.
Thursday, December 23, 2010
pictures
Our family by the Pearl. 'Look at the camera, Will.'
Yu Gardens
new bathrobe.
reading time.
waiting patiently for outside fun.
he loves climbing in this drawer to explore.
Monday, November 29, 2010
14 1/2 Months old
Big W is the busiest bee around. His new thing is throwing things. He'll throw food off his tray, toys out of his carseat, rocks and utensils off the balcony, anything he can get his hands on to throw in the toilet, and the latest was his passport into his bathwater. I didn't realize until hours after his bath. That was not so funny since he nearly ruined it. Once he throws everything down, out, off, or in, he'll say, "Uh Oh". I think he likes the reaction, the control he has, and saying those words.
His latest word yesterday was, "No!" That really made me laugh and smile, especially since I don't really know where he picked this one up. We barely ever tell him no since it's a negative word that one can get carried away with. We always say things like, "Find something better to do." Or, "that's not the best thing to be doing," Or "How about this, Will..." and hand him something else. I obviously have been saying it enough for him to pick up though.
He knows where 'eyes' are and will often point at my eye and say "eye". Likewise, he can say 'Hi' and 'bye' followed by a wave. They all have that 'I' sound. He was even saying 'ayi' the other day. It's really cute when he says it. He tries really hard and is really precise and his bottom jaw will stick out a little bit when the 'I' part comes.
He also started saying, 'night, night'. I tell him that when he naps or goes to bed. Those two words will always make him cry since he knows what that means. He most often does not like to go down.
He finally got his full molar in. It started last month and is finally here. His other side is also getting a molar in. You can only see the first side of the tooth though. Last month was a little hard at nights with that tooth.
He has been noticing when we have family prayer at night that we bow our heads, fold our arms, and speak to Heavenly Father. The other day I was sitting in my bed with him, and he folded his arms and started speaking jibberish. His first prayer. I was so impressed. It's a good reminder to me as a mother that he is always learning and observing, and that I need to set a good example for him. I was so happy, and then I walked into the bathroom and found his wet, sopping passport in his tub.
He can climb on the table, and does so with a dance. A little jig, he does, every time he sees himself on the table (there's a mirror right across that he looks into). He does this same jig when we get in the elevator, when he stands on the couch or bed, or chairs, etc. It's a little quick step and he gets this really happy, naughty grin on his face.
He throws tantrums too. If I take something away he'll throw himself on the ground, sitting, and then lay down and pout. It's really quite hilarious. We don't really acknowledge that behavior, so hoping it won't last long, but he isn't two yet!
He loves to play with friends--those who don't bully him. He found a friend in the indoor playground the other day. She was a swedish girl with jet black hair and held his hand and dragged him around. He finally couldn't take it anymore. Another time some older girls were being mean to him and one even went up to him and hit him gently on the head after scolding him. He kept smiling. He didn't understand. I did though, and gave that little girl a piece of my mind. That little scoundrel gave a piece of her mind rght back to me!!!
We are going home for Christmas! I am so excited to be able to spend christmas eve with my family, and christmas morning with the Prices. It hasn't begun to get super cold yet here at home, so we are thankful for that.
His latest word yesterday was, "No!" That really made me laugh and smile, especially since I don't really know where he picked this one up. We barely ever tell him no since it's a negative word that one can get carried away with. We always say things like, "Find something better to do." Or, "that's not the best thing to be doing," Or "How about this, Will..." and hand him something else. I obviously have been saying it enough for him to pick up though.
He knows where 'eyes' are and will often point at my eye and say "eye". Likewise, he can say 'Hi' and 'bye' followed by a wave. They all have that 'I' sound. He was even saying 'ayi' the other day. It's really cute when he says it. He tries really hard and is really precise and his bottom jaw will stick out a little bit when the 'I' part comes.
He also started saying, 'night, night'. I tell him that when he naps or goes to bed. Those two words will always make him cry since he knows what that means. He most often does not like to go down.
He finally got his full molar in. It started last month and is finally here. His other side is also getting a molar in. You can only see the first side of the tooth though. Last month was a little hard at nights with that tooth.
He has been noticing when we have family prayer at night that we bow our heads, fold our arms, and speak to Heavenly Father. The other day I was sitting in my bed with him, and he folded his arms and started speaking jibberish. His first prayer. I was so impressed. It's a good reminder to me as a mother that he is always learning and observing, and that I need to set a good example for him. I was so happy, and then I walked into the bathroom and found his wet, sopping passport in his tub.
He can climb on the table, and does so with a dance. A little jig, he does, every time he sees himself on the table (there's a mirror right across that he looks into). He does this same jig when we get in the elevator, when he stands on the couch or bed, or chairs, etc. It's a little quick step and he gets this really happy, naughty grin on his face.
He throws tantrums too. If I take something away he'll throw himself on the ground, sitting, and then lay down and pout. It's really quite hilarious. We don't really acknowledge that behavior, so hoping it won't last long, but he isn't two yet!
He loves to play with friends--those who don't bully him. He found a friend in the indoor playground the other day. She was a swedish girl with jet black hair and held his hand and dragged him around. He finally couldn't take it anymore. Another time some older girls were being mean to him and one even went up to him and hit him gently on the head after scolding him. He kept smiling. He didn't understand. I did though, and gave that little girl a piece of my mind. That little scoundrel gave a piece of her mind rght back to me!!!
We are going home for Christmas! I am so excited to be able to spend christmas eve with my family, and christmas morning with the Prices. It hasn't begun to get super cold yet here at home, so we are thankful for that.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Price & Howland Boys
The boys just playing around having fun.
On the Bund with views of the Huangpu River and the Shanghai, Pudong skyline.
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