First Day to a home day care

Officially, today is the first day we brought Tristan to Kris' place.

We woke up around 5:30AM. Packed things ready including diapers, wipes, milk, formula, pacifier, his little green bowls for rice cereals, his blue Fedex square that could make sounds from Nana Jerri, extra clothes in case he mess up.
Tristan was with Josh in the car, I was following behind. Any noise would makes me think Tristan is crying for help.

Kris is a very nice lady. Tristan smiled at her when I was trying to kinda introduce her to him. Then she took him and we were chatting. I was trying to tell Kris all the not so good habits we had established for him. He was never on schedule. My mother feed him constantly. Whenever he cries we would pick him up. We feed him too much rice cereals already just because he likes it. Suddenly I saw his mouth curling downwards and about to cry. I took him over just to hold him a little bit longer. When I had to leave at the door, he just stared at me, confused. I felt so bad like I just abandoned him to a strange place. When I was in the car my tears just fall down. Poor baby!!

On the way to work, suddenly I was thinking of my Mom. On the 4th day of August, 1998, she was watching me off at the airport, stepping on a airplane for the first time in my life, to a totally different country. I was thrilled, too excited to even look back. A few weeks later, I got the letter from my sister. Mom cried hard. I was too busy at school work to even think much about it. Today, I understand exactly how my Mom felt that day. I don't remember where I saw it. It says when you have a child, it feels like your heart is walking outside. So my mother has four hearts walking outside. Imagine that!

I called three times today to make sure he is fine. I am glad he did good after Kris reassured me that he was having a good time. He loved watching another 2 year old Noah. He turned over a couple of times and surprised Kris. I am glad we made it.

100 days anniversary

Tristan's actual 100th day was on Jan 4th, 2010; we celebrated on the 6th. I am writing about this day today on Jan 12th. What a slacker Mama.






We ( Nanna Jerri, Papaw Jimmy, Granny Yinglan, Josh and I ) went to Corky's on Wednesday night. He drooled all over. Either he started teething already or he loved BBQ food smell. After we came home, we put on all the baby jewelries my Mom brought over representing gifts from my parents and sisters and brother. They are gold pendent in a old lock shape with his birth animal OX on it; silver necklaces and bangles. No baby rings. :-). Then Mom put on his red little shirt. He was like a star showing off his new outfit. We took lots of pictures. I knew it's such a small scale celebration comparing the ones in China. I was just glad Tristan was getting all the blessings(superstitious me). I don't think he could pick out his career yet. It's a tradition we put stuff representing different careers to predict his future. e.g. a law dictionary(lawyer), a stethoscope(doctor), or a broom(janitor). I don't think I will ever put a broom for him to choose. :-)


We wish Tristan a healthy, blessed and prosperous life.


祝小浩浩健康成长，长命百岁。

Tristan’s First Christmas

On the way to Nana Jerri's place. ->>

On December 25th in the year of our lord 2009, Tristan had his first Christmas, his mom and several witnesses (with questionable integrity) state that he said “Mama”, he rolled over all on his own (twice) and he slept all night without waking up. The long night of sleeping didn’t stop his mother from waking up at least twice to check on him.











At his first Christmas morning he opened three gifts. He received a thick jump suit for keeping him warm. It is so thick he probably could strike out on an expedition into the deepest tundra (or the mid west these days) and stay cherry cheeked and giggling. He received sweaters and pants to fit his growing body and plenty of books and toys from his aunt, uncle, nanna and papaw.

<<- Silly Mommy and Daddy

A note on his quest to roll over on his own:
His temper seems to match his father’s.
He gets red faced and groans and moans his woeful heart out when he can’t move his arm out of the way to finish rolling over on his belly. We have to check ourselves to make sure we are not using the “rack” or a “thumb screw” on him just to make sure it is no our fault that he sounds like he is being tortured by the inquisition of old Spain. Maybe, like his dad, he’ll persevere through his own frustration and grin with triumph when he can finally roll over and do a push up. We will have to wait and see.

->> Goofy Auntie and Uncle


I am a little skeptical about the “Mama” thing but that’s only because I think he should say “dada” first. Oh well.



That is Tristan’s first Christmas. If it is any indication of his speed of development he should be applying to Harvard some time next month and becoming partner in the Wright, Wright & Wright law firm by the end of the summer. I’m sure he’ll run for office when he is two and be elected Senator of Tennessee. By 5 he’ll receive three Nobel peace prizes for the work he’ll do when he is 8. Yes there are great things to come from this little hellion.

Update Pictures

The day when Tristan was born.














Little sleepy cat.

Tristan is one month old, Oct 26 2009

Tristan is 9 days old

Brazilian Cherry Floor

It might be a punishment for us since we didn't spend too much on Tristan's needs. We got lots of second handed baby gears like stroller, crib, changing table, etc. So the flood comes, and we have to spend a whole lot more for this home. Well, I hope Tristan would appreciate this floor more.

We picked Brazilian Cherry for it's color variation and the redness reflected in the wood. And with time goes by, its color would change to darker wherever there is direct sun light. That is totally opposite to most woods. I need to pick up a rug for the sofa in the living room so we may move all those heavy stuff over from the kitchen. Man, my place was messed up. I just moved the dining chairs down from upstairs. Josh needs to put the dining table together and move it downstairs. Then our home would be back to normal at least for now.

I HATE YARDWORK

I just realized how hard it must be to figure out who is actually writing these blogs. Well let me tell you. It is whomever gets to the keyboard and hits post. Thats who. I like to play that it is tristan, Wenmei likes to write in chinese. But the whole point is to write something that we can enjoy and read later on. Maybe even let Tristan read and take it up when he wants because i know he will learn to type before he can ride a bike!

Let me tell you what i'm doing today. I'm annoying Wenmei by typing this while she is trying to take a nap. That is just the bonus though... what i'm really doing is avoiding the YARDWORK. I hate it so much and i haven't found a reason to really keep doing it other than "guilt" that when it gets so bad that i can't stand it, i know no one else can...

Sometimes though, i guess you have to just get over the "slack off" phase in the day and get some work done. Otherwise what was the point of the last 2 hours? Did you get any value out of surfing the internet or playing with your new iPhone. Have to set a better example than that for Tristan... then again... I HATE YARDWORK

p.s. at least it gets me out of folding clothes ;p

重建家园

车库的墙不需要换，车库门在周末修好了。感谢老公和他老爸一天半的辛苦。

现在就剩下地板了。中国的CONTRACTOR建议铺仿的地板，我不是很喜欢，倒是能省不少钱。但是实木地板更有吸引力。还是要放血。不过就当UPGRADE一次，还好。

今天定了姐姐出游的机票，美东6天5夜游，希望她能玩的愉快。好像每天都有许多事情要做。要在TRISTAN出来之前都搞定。