Christmas Fun At Home With the Cuties
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
The Christmas Tree
It is unimaginable, as an adult in my 30's, the joys of getting a very big Christmas Tree for a 3.5 and a 5 year old. They were laughing, joking, and singing all the way home. I got the young man selling the tree to come home with us to put the tree up. He spoke three languages, which the kids were amazed about. Then it was all about making sure it's accessible to Santa when he drops off the gifts. So yup, it's by the window. I managed to hold them off from decorating the tree because Ethan still had homework to do.
After getting the tree, and dropping the young man back at his street corner, we drove to one of my favorite lunch place for dinner. Ethan is at the age where he wants to know what I do during my work day, while he is in school. So he was the one who said we should have dinner at a restaurant I always go to for lunch. There, at Nam, which was a quite restaurant, I had to keep them entertained. Thank God I was in a good mood. Otherwise, I don't know how I could have lip sang all the wonderful 90's songs while waiting for the food. They were mesmerized by my talents and dramatic acts. Perhaps, one day, they'll keep me entertained while waiting for the food too.
All in all, we had a wonderful time getting our tree. Tonight, we'll bring it to life, our style! Stay tuned!
It is unimaginable, as an adult in my 30's, the joys of getting a very big Christmas Tree for a 3.5 and a 5 year old. They were laughing, joking, and singing all the way home. I got the young man selling the tree to come home with us to put the tree up. He spoke three languages, which the kids were amazed about. Then it was all about making sure it's accessible to Santa when he drops off the gifts. So yup, it's by the window. I managed to hold them off from decorating the tree because Ethan still had homework to do.
After getting the tree, and dropping the young man back at his street corner, we drove to one of my favorite lunch place for dinner. Ethan is at the age where he wants to know what I do during my work day, while he is in school. So he was the one who said we should have dinner at a restaurant I always go to for lunch. There, at Nam, which was a quite restaurant, I had to keep them entertained. Thank God I was in a good mood. Otherwise, I don't know how I could have lip sang all the wonderful 90's songs while waiting for the food. They were mesmerized by my talents and dramatic acts. Perhaps, one day, they'll keep me entertained while waiting for the food too.
All in all, we had a wonderful time getting our tree. Tonight, we'll bring it to life, our style! Stay tuned!
Sunday, December 12, 2010
The Everyday
Maintaining routines is a big part of being a parent. Having done that so well, these days when the kids are not with me, I am a little lost despite feeling a little more relaxed at the same time because I am not racing against the clock to get them to bed. Children are amazing because they speak with their hearts. Their love is without pretense, and it's so raw ... so deep. Exactly when does a child become cynical of love? I miss them and our "everyday" together. I hope to love like a child again. Here is a snap shot of their wonderful love, on a short bike trip in lower Manhattan.
Maintaining routines is a big part of being a parent. Having done that so well, these days when the kids are not with me, I am a little lost despite feeling a little more relaxed at the same time because I am not racing against the clock to get them to bed. Children are amazing because they speak with their hearts. Their love is without pretense, and it's so raw ... so deep. Exactly when does a child become cynical of love? I miss them and our "everyday" together. I hope to love like a child again. Here is a snap shot of their wonderful love, on a short bike trip in lower Manhattan.
Friday, December 10, 2010
Tiger, Chicky, and Piggy
The roaring noise from Mommy always annoyed them because it always came at the most inconvenient time to their daily play. Well, like just as Ethan was in the mist of folding the best ever paper airplane, or as Artimus was about to accomplish with her little fingers, for the first time, in putting a stylish plastic dress on a little doll. Mommy was the tiger, who they stared with their angry eyes and who they shunned their sharp little ears. For what do they care about eating or drinking, or washing their hands, or bathing, or brushing their teeth, or, God forbid, sleeping?! Yesterday, the tiger in me just wanted to eat them up. So I picked up Ethan and I roared in his ears while carrying him into the bathroom for his daily teeth-brushing. I roared like a tiger and I threatened to eat up this skinny chick, butt first, unless his mouth opens for his daily cleaning. Unfortunately, he couldn't stop laughing. Then little piggy, hearing the laughter, got in front of the bathroom door and went, "Oink Oink". Well, what was tiger mom supposed to do? Let little juicy piggy go? Didn't she walk into the tiger's den? ... they melted in their own giggly laughters.
Acting like a kid made the routines less challenging. Laughter is also such medicine to the soul. After more than five years, I am still wondering what works with these fun loving kids. Perhaps the thing to do is to just have fun.
Happy Friday.
The roaring noise from Mommy always annoyed them because it always came at the most inconvenient time to their daily play. Well, like just as Ethan was in the mist of folding the best ever paper airplane, or as Artimus was about to accomplish with her little fingers, for the first time, in putting a stylish plastic dress on a little doll. Mommy was the tiger, who they stared with their angry eyes and who they shunned their sharp little ears. For what do they care about eating or drinking, or washing their hands, or bathing, or brushing their teeth, or, God forbid, sleeping?! Yesterday, the tiger in me just wanted to eat them up. So I picked up Ethan and I roared in his ears while carrying him into the bathroom for his daily teeth-brushing. I roared like a tiger and I threatened to eat up this skinny chick, butt first, unless his mouth opens for his daily cleaning. Unfortunately, he couldn't stop laughing. Then little piggy, hearing the laughter, got in front of the bathroom door and went, "Oink Oink". Well, what was tiger mom supposed to do? Let little juicy piggy go? Didn't she walk into the tiger's den? ... they melted in their own giggly laughters.
Acting like a kid made the routines less challenging. Laughter is also such medicine to the soul. After more than five years, I am still wondering what works with these fun loving kids. Perhaps the thing to do is to just have fun.
Happy Friday.
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