tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41438346118750620412023-12-12T05:56:48.420-08:00something freshSan Ba Pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371noreply@blogger.comBlogger148125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-78110900824512579762013-12-02T22:16:00.000-08:002013-12-02T22:16:14.032-08:00Happy Birthday to Princess SophieMy sweet little princess is turning 3 years old today. So I thought I probably should blog and record what we did today.<br />
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We started out the day with a trip to a Japanese dollar store and got some Hello Kitty Items. It's a must for any little girl. I got her some of my childhood favorites, which are Hello Kitty stamps, Pocky in Strawberry flavor, some tracing tools of Hello Kitty and this and that. She was in heaven! Then she asked me " Sushi for lunch?" Well, you can't say no to a cute little thing like that right? <br />
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Voila! I took my 3 year old to a sushi restaurant, and spoiled her with her favorite rolls. California roll, and shrimp tempura roll. Seriously, how many 3 year olds demand for sushi? I am not complaining, at least someone in the family would go eat sushi with me. It might as well be her, right? Maybe she'll develop her pallet and would have fancy sea food with me someday. </div>
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We stuffed our face! I know she did. Literally! </div>
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The Sushi owner lady heard it was Sophie's birthday, she offered some mochi ice cream! Sophie was so happy! </div>
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We had a little celebration during Thanksgiving break with our cousins from Arizona, since we don't see them much or get to do birthdays with them. So, we celebrated Sophie's birthday with the presence of Miss Chloe and Sir Cohen. It was so fun to have cousins and aunt and uncle around for birthdays. We should do this more often. </div>
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The older I get, the more I feel the importance of celebrating birthdays. (Thanks to Steve)</div>
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In Steve's words: " Birthdays are important!"</div>
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And he is right!! We are celebrating the birth of a new life and a life full of possibilities. </div>
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We were able to visit one of Sophie's favorite spot in San Diego earlier that day, Sea World! It was so cute to see the girls holding hands and being such good friends. Sophie wanted to do everything Chloe is doing. They even had the same hair (Thanks to auntie Stefie!) </div>
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The kids sure had fun seeing all the marine animals, and saw Shamu doing flips.</div>
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As crazy as gathering with family during holidays can be, I have realized the importance of family and celebrating each other in the family. Family will always be there for you. Your family loves you and accept who you are. Your brothers and sisters will nag you and push your button. At the end of the day, there is love. There is a group of people who love you for who you are, and are ok to be annoyed by you. </div>
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Maybe it is the holiday season, but I am all emotional about having an awesome family. My in-laws are great! They spoil us when we come. I have never have what they have given me growing up, and I truly appreciate for all they do. </div>
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Oh my sweet Sophie! You are one lucky girl to have the family you have. You are so loved! Your daddy especially, loves you rotten, he adores you. And I, your adventurous mother... I can not wait to have even more new adventures with you. I can't wait till you are tall enough to go on Splash Mountain and Space Mountain with me! Until then, A Bugs Land and Toontown will do.</div>
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Happy Birthday my sweet Sophie. I hope you had a great birthday. I wish you all the good things in this world, and I pray that you will be watched over and be happy. </div>
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<br />San Ba Pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-42206178289187857132013-09-22T11:56:00.002-07:002013-09-22T11:56:57.991-07:00Go Trojans!I've been really slacking on this blog thing. I feel like since everyone has Facebook, y'all know what we have been up to anyway. Ok, fine, I am just a lazy blogger as of late.<br />
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Steve was accepted to USC Law school, so we related from San Diego to Los Angeles. ( I like San Diego better, and the list of why can go on forever. So I'll stop here). We are super excited that he has got into a ranked law school, and hopefully with more opportunities than Cal Western would have provided. We are happy ! Go Trojans!<br />
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I hate moving! I've decided! Then again, we didn't have much notice and preparation for this move. From the time we got the USC acceptance letter to the date we move was less than 4 weeks. Needless to say it was a stressful 4 weeks, and we had a week of the Peterson Beach House the week before we move. Steve did all the lifting, go champ! I hear our other friends move and I am jealous. But they all had jobs that paid for relation fees and moving expenses. So the movers come pack everything for them, load everything unto the truck, and drive he truck to the new location. I would have loved that.<br />
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Moving makes me want to throw everything away, but Steve kindly reminded me that we actually don't have that much. All we have, we actually need. " Ok, fine!" I protested.<br />
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I will miss the German Choir, the Zoo being 2 min drive from our house, Museums 5 min drive, sea world 15min, Little Italy 10 min. Loads of Palm trees.<br />
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I am excited about the museums that LA has to offer. We went to the Natural History Museum yesterday, and it was actually pretty big inside. I think Sophie and I can get lost in there, and have lunch there when Daddy is done with class. The USC law building is just adjacent to the NHM.<br />
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<br />San Ba Pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-30396985467565627162013-05-12T21:59:00.001-07:002013-05-12T21:59:09.903-07:00Heimatklang ChoirYes, I know. This is super random, but I joined a German Choir in the Balboa Park's "House of Germany". Two of my friends from church sings in this choir, and they told me about it for months. I finally went and checked it out.<br />
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I've been in choirs since I was a young child, and have participated in the show choirs of my middle school and high school. I did some Acapella Jam shows in college, and musical in local theaters. I have to admit, I miss singing in a choir! I miss singing and performing in general. The feeling you get when all parts of voices come together cohesively just gives me chills and a sense of excitement.<br />
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I walked in to the German choir rehearsal, and everyone is speaking German! Of course they are speaking German! It is a German club choir!! It was quite intimidating, but the old ladies are so welcoming, and they were glad to have another singer. Oh, and did I mention that I do not speak any German. ZERO! I can speak English, Chinese, conversational french, I have sang in Spanish, Italian, and Latin. Never had to do anything in German, and therefore I have no concept in the German language. If it was in French, I could probably get most of the pronunciation correctly. Oh my, my first attempt in pronouncing German words... it probably sounded like killing chicken or scratching the blackboard with finger nails to the German native speakers.<br />
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Most people in this choir are 40 and above, most of them are in their 50s. <br />
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The first song I practiced was daunting, " Ziguenerleben". The first paragraph of the song lyrics:<br />
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<span><span style="color: dark blue;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Woa!!! What??!?! The choir director asked us to memorize the lyrics. All I could remember is <span style="font-size: small;">" Es flackern die Flammen"<span style="font-size: small;">. I got the music down pretty easily, the <span style="font-size: small;">German part..... </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span><span style="color: dark blue;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">I have an aunt whom married an Italian ambassador<span style="font-size: small;"> and lived in Munich for years. So growing up <span style="font-size: small;">I've had the privilege of having my very own "Dirndl<span style="font-size: small;">", and bags and bags of German chocolate<span style="font-size: small;">. I hope <span style="font-size: small;">I'll still look cute in dirndl<span style="font-size: small;">.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span> </span></span></div>
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San Ba Pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-76200511364654520172013-03-31T00:02:00.001-07:002013-04-04T21:46:35.781-07:001L completion in less than 4 weeksMy friends weren't kidding me when they say going through law school with their husbands were hard. I have not updated my blog in the past couple months, because I didn't want to complain on my own blog. No one wants to hear about the hard things a law students wife go though. There are already so many veteran of law students wives before me said enough about the hardships. So, I am going to share about my fun-ship.<br />
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Recap for the past couple monthes.<br />
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Steve has done exceptionally in his first semester of law school. All the hard work and hours definitely paid off. It is so nice to know that letting my husband do his thing, and sometimes not see him or having him around will one day pay off. He works his tail off for sure, and I am so proud of him! He is a great husband and father. He is my best friend! oh, and he looks nice in his new suit!<br />
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When Steve gets busy, Sophie and I now have several new places we go to get lost in time. One of them happen to be my all time favorite place, the happiest place on earth. You've guessed it! It is behold, Disneyland! Ah-Ma ( grandma in Chinese) lives 20 minutes from Disneyland, so we go visit Ah-Ma and we go visit Mickey, Minnie, all the princesses and fairies at Disneyland.<br />
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1 stone and many many birds.<br />
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<li>Bird #1- When we leave, Steve has the whole house to himself. Quiet place to study, so he doesn't have to be in the library all day. No distractions at home</li>
<li>Bird #2 - I love Disneyland, I used to work there as ______ ( not gonna ruin the magic for you :)</li>
<li>Bird #3 - It's a safe place for Sophie to expel her unlimited (seems that way) energy</li>
<li>Bird #4 - I go visit my spontaneous mother, and she makes awesome food, AND she takes us out to eat the real Chinese food. None of those none sense Americanized over fried orange chickens.No offense to Panda Express</li>
<li>Bird #5 - Sophie picks up more Chinese at my mom's house, because that's all we speak. She counted to 19 in Chinese all by herself after we visited my mom last time. Now she can count up to 25.</li>
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I think I started to like California Adventure more than Disneyland, because it's always less crowded. Lines are always shorter, rides are newer, and Sophie actually gets to spend time with her favorite characters, AKA Phineas and Ferb. Oh, just to throw in there, I rode the Little Mermaid ride back-to-back 4 times with Sophie within 20 minutes. We had to stop because the ride actually closed, else Sophie would keep on going. In 3 days, we were on that ride more than 15 times. <br />
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I've been taking more pictures for a friend, and helping her edit some of her photos. It helps me sharpen the things I've learned about photo editing and photography in general. It is fun, and gives me new challenges to take on. I wouldn't call myself a professional photographer, or even an anmature photographer. How about just a mom with a passion to capture beautiful images?<br />
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I was going to have more recaps, but I think I'll stop here and say... I look forward to the last day of Steve's first year of law school. I am grateful that he has made it manageable for me.<br />
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People always ask me on FB if I am just playing every day, because they see my photos at the Zoo, Sea World and at Disneyland. People, I do what works for me. I need to keep myself happy and sane to go through law school with my husband. My outlet, Disneyland. The zoo is literally 2 minute drive from my house; its like the park down the street for you, except I've got cool animals in mine, and it's slightly larger park than usual. <br />
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What I don't post is the boring stuff like laundry, dishes, crying emotional Sophie, popcorn being stomped to tiny pieces by Sophie, upset mommy, Sophie caught HFMD from church, REALLY pissed off mommy because she caught HFMD from church nursery too and felt like sh!t and totally in pain, stressed out Steve with bloodshot eyes. No one wants to read about these boring stuff, but they do exist, I promise.<br />
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I finally figured out how to make chevron pattern on my illustrator tonight! I felt like a champ! Hopefully I'll photograph more, design more, read more and whatever more that makes me sane and happy.<br />
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<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Teach her something new every day (i.e. words in both English and Chinese, new tricks like yoga poses, how to draw circles and curly lines...etc)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Experience something new every day (i.e. touch a rabbit, eat in a restaurant with mommy, ride the Skifary, go to new stores and touch the cool things... etc)</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I think Sophie is super awesome. She is smart, she is funny, she is kind, she is loving, and she gives hugs and blow kisses. We recently learned about bees, the sound bee makes, and what bees do with their butt. Now Sophie would walk around the house and go "nnnnnnnnnnnnnn...sting" instead of "bzzzzzzz". She play the sting game with her daddy for 20 min.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Teaching a bilingual child is a lot of work, it takes time and diligence to keep on going with 2 languages. It is so much easier if I just kept it in 1 language, but I know it'll be beneficial to Sophie in the future, and it will help activate many brain connections for future learning. The challenging part for me as a mom is seeing other kids saying more words in the same age, then I have to remind myself that Sophie doesn't know any less words, she just knows all of the words in BOTH English AND Chinese. That is doubled of what most kids says. Although she hasn't been able to express as much as other kids, she does understand commands in both English and Chinese. I can't wait till Sophie can speak in fluent in both languages. Maybe in the future, she'll be a little translator for her Peterson grandparents.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Sometimes the people who are suppose to love you the most, for some odd reason always put you down no matter what you do. I've learned to try to ignore all the negative comments, and focus on my present situation, and be grateful for what I have. I pity those who put me down, because they'll never know how to be happy on their own without putting others down. They'll never experience true love, true gratitude, true gratification and true satisfaction in everyday life. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I am happy to say that I find joy when Sophie learns a new word, and when she simply just hold my face with her two little hands, looked at me in the eye, and give me a kiss. It is the simple things like little kiss, big hugs, and when Sophie finally calls me mama ( After a whole year when she only says dada) makes all the sacrifices worth it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I love being a mommy to my Sophie, and I am very lucky to be able to do so. I am grateful for my husband who is very supportive in my roll as a SAHM (stay at home mom), and I am grateful for my in-laws who believes and values the importance of a SAHM. </span></div>
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There are quite a few girls in my ward that went through law school with their husband, one girl in particular said to me " oh, it is very hard! (being a law student's wife)" she taught a lesson on sunday about keeping the sabbath day holy, and how her husband would not do home work on Sundays, and it is her favorite day, because she gets to see her husband. Wow!! I came into this new adventure knowing that I will not see my husband much when he is at school, but we made an effort that he treats law school like a full time job. He gets everything done at school, and when he comes home, he is our favorite daddy and husband.<br />
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Monday night is family night, so we went to the zoo to visit some of our favorite animal friends. We quite enjoy the Sky-fari at the zoo, it takes us way up high and you can see the San Diego city and the whole entire zoo.<br />
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Sophie doesn't care much about the real life animals, she is not scared of the ones that are moving around. However, she is terrified of animal statues. When we were going to take the photo, she was totally fine, until she popped up from the hole and saw the seal statue. Steve then snapped this photo below. Disclaimer, we didn't force her to take the photo. If i had know how scared she was, I wouldn't have done it.<br />
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The first two days of school, I had to take Steve to school, because his bike hasn't shown up yet.<br />
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<br />San Ba Pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-56043778910906471822012-08-10T23:11:00.001-07:002012-08-10T23:16:47.874-07:00New Chapter - San Diego!I am just going to jump to the funny part. I saw my gay neighbor's butt!! He was trying to decide where to put his new tattoo, and he decided to show his full smooth butt. I thought it was hilarious, and a humorous way to get to know my neighbor. Another neighbor living on the other side of us offered to make us cookies with pot in it. What a wonderful neighborhood?!! Over all, I love it here!<br />
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Okay, I'll back up for a moment here. For those of you who don't know, we have just moved to San Diego. Steve will be attending law school here in just couple weeks, we are all really excited for this new adventure, and excited for what the future has offer.<br />
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I have quit my job--again ( I miss my Nu Skin friends), to be a stay at home mom with Sophie. The world famous San Diego zoo is just 3 min driving time from my house; We already got a zoo pass, and we've been there twice this week. It's so nice to know that I can go there with Steve and Sophie anytime, and I am not pressured to stay all day.<br />
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The beach is only 15 minutes away. Sophie wasn't so sure about the sand at first, needless to say that she doesn't like dirty things. She would pick her nose, and give her daddy the treasure that she has discovered inside of her little nose. It's quite humorous seeing a little baby who is only 1 1/2 years old not liking dirty things. Such a girly girl.<br />
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The neighborhood we live in is totally different than the
demographic that we had in Provo. Most people here are single, and no
kids. Sophie is the only kid on this block. Instead of having kids,
people have dogs. Every day people walk their little poodles or
chihuahua sized dog around the block, and I walk my baby in the
stroller. Oh, and most people in this neighborhood is gay. I told my mom
about that aspect about my new neighborhood, and she gave me a "ew",
and I was really offended by it!! My gay neighbors are way nicer than any
of my Mormon neighbors in Provo, they dress nice, they have manners, they seem to be well educated, they drive BMW or Mercedes(on my block),
they have great sense of fashion, they have great taste in furniture and
decorations. Most important of all, they are themselves, instead of
faking who they are not. I have had many gay friends, and I love them
for who they are, regardless of their sexual orientation. I just don't
want to know too much detail about how things work, if you know what I
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One morning I walked to Sprouts, it's about a mile away. The walk was hard!! who knew walking could be so hard and strenuous?!? The roads around my house is almost as hilly as the famous San Francisco Lombard Street, hence pushing a stroller up hill to the grocery store makes a sweaty mommy.<br />
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On the walk, I show Sophie different kinds of plants and try to teach her the names of them in both English and Chinese. She just remembers whatever is the easiest for her to say. There were so many cute little pots of plants, herbs and fruits.<br />
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There is a huge complex on our walk to Sprouts, and I noticed that there were many old people just hangout out in the common area. I thought they were just old and couldn't speak clearly, but it's not till later when I witness a Bourn Identity moment. One man was yelling in Russian to another man parking behind him, he was throwing his arms and appeared to be irate. This man is about 6 feet tall, salt and black pepper hair, strong eye brow bones, rough tan skin, curly chest hair (cuz he was wearing a hawaiian shirt and didn't button up the top 4 buttons), and he seems like he might have a gun. Then I realized I was walking in front of a Russian church, it was pretty close to the huge Russian old people's apartment complex.<br />
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ok, it's late and i am tired. Sorry for the rambling. Those old Russian ladies were happy to see a little cute baby like Sophie saying hi and blowing kisses to them. Maybe I'll befriend them next time I pass by, maybe i'll get some awesome Russian cabbage soup recipe!<br />
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Le fin.San Ba Pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-10164613071247906752012-04-05T16:02:00.000-07:002012-04-05T16:02:06.926-07:00Sophie's 1st Easter Egg HuntLook at this little cute girl ( I know I am biased), I think she's super cute!<br />
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Mr. Peterson has come a long way from where he was. " I was suppose to give her baby food?"<br />
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The first week he was home with Sophie, he complained that she cried a lot, and was just really fussy in general. Then we soon realized that he didn't know that he needs to feed the baby girl baby food. He thought she only needs breast milk. Which I nurse the baby girl before I go to work, and she comes to my work during lunch for mid-day feeding, and then right when I get home from work. <br />
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Anyway, now he has couple recipes that he is so great at making. He cooks! He was never keen on cooking, and always made the excuse, "but you are so much better...." . Now he makes awesome chinese taco pork meat, peanut butter cookies, and he cleans the kitchen.<br />
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She was happy, I was happy. We spilled some chocolate milk, but it was all good.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lTio2vhya70/T3NsHxhxVrI/AAAAAAAADms/ywMm401g8eo/s1600/IMG_1932.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lTio2vhya70/T3NsHxhxVrI/AAAAAAAADms/ywMm401g8eo/s320/IMG_1932.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">She already loves sunglasses. What a girly girl. </div>San Ba Pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-79425605663682886732012-03-24T21:45:00.000-07:002012-03-24T21:45:24.841-07:00ImitatingSophie had her little hands covering her face, and making the " blow raspberry " sound. At first I thought she was just blowing bubbles on her hands. She kept on doing it. And then I realized that she was doing. She was imitating Steve when he is blowing his nose. Hands on his face, and really loud sound like farts.<br />
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Someone asked if Sophie's funny personality was what she was born with, or it's us (her parents) rubbing off on her. Honestly, I am not sure, but I am really grateful for such a happy child who is so content with everything. I love her so much! She is already getting her daddy to do whatever she wants him to, and buy her whatever she points at.San Ba Pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-84635801436069556492012-03-23T14:41:00.000-07:002012-03-23T14:41:38.562-07:00you wouldn't think....Look at how cute she is... She's mine, and I think she's pretty awesome.<br />
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You would never thought she'd drop her poop log on the ground.<br />
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It was partially my fault. She pooped, I changed her and was about to take her in the shower with me. What I should have realized, but didn't, was that she wasn't finished with her business yet. I was walking into the shower, and she was behind me, and Steve yelled, " EWWWWW". And voila, first poopy accident on the carpet. <br />
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Other than the poop... we all have a cold right now. All three of us are sleeping in our own rooms. Sophie woke up a lot at night, because she couldn't breath. So I brought her back into my bed, but she rolls every where. It was hard for me to sleep, but she seems comfortable. She rolled off the bed and fell about 10 inches unto the bedside table. I fell terrible, but I was so tired, and I forgot to put up the pillows on the sides that I usually do. She's fine, and went back to bed.<br />
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Let's hope this cold will go away soon.San Ba Pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-32520282865364310302012-03-12T13:45:00.001-07:002012-03-12T13:46:49.660-07:00my 15 months babySteve and I are so blessed to have a such happy baby! She can't communicate with words yet, but she sure has a sense of humor.<br />
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She loves her pink jelly shoes, and she'd wear it over her jammies. Steve makes a special Sophie seat with blankets in front of the ottoman, and Sophie would walk backwards, and let her butt drop on the pile of blankets.<br />
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<ul><li>she likes everything we give her... so far.</li>
<li>she gives kisses - she'd hold my cheeks and kiss me on my lips and then laugh.</li>
<li>she can drink from a straw</li>
<li>she can blow air our of her mouth</li>
<li>staring with her nostril </li>
<li>giggles at funny parts of cartoon</li>
<li>she says "YEAH!" to most questions you ask her</li>
<ul><li>i.e. Do you want to --go outside/eat ice cream/ shower/ go to disneyland? " YEAH!!"</li>
</ul><li> she wears size 4 Tom's</li>
<li>Her hair is long enough to put into piggy tails</li>
<li>she hangs out with her daddy all day, but she is still a girly girl.</li>
<ul><li>She likes little purses, and will walk around with it</li>
<li>She picks up my lip gloss, and pretend to put some on her own lips</li>
<li>She'll grab my make up brush, and brush her own face</li>
<li>She'll brush her hair</li>
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<ul></ul>San Ba Pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-40187962000546801672012-02-23T15:22:00.000-08:002012-02-23T15:22:07.821-08:00親親和抱抱小蘇菲現在會給親親和抱抱, 超級可愛的. 她在晚上睡前和早上會喝點母奶. 今天早上她醒了, 我抱著她到我房間躺下來. 她趴在我的胸口喝奶奶. 早上5:30, 我還有點累. 所以我眼睛還是閉上者在休息. 小蘇菲喝完後, 她就一直親我的臉. 每親完一個, 她就會正著她大大的眼睛看我會有什麼反應. 然後再親一個. She melts my heart <img class="emote_img" src="https://s-static.ak.facebook.com/images/blank.gif" style="background-position: -224px 0pt;" title="♥" />San Ba Pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-29012604629917537472012-02-17T11:23:00.000-08:002012-02-17T13:21:54.995-08:00Vacuum Fishies<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">Yesterday, Miss Sophie took off the vitamin bottle wrapper, walked over to the trash can, opened the lid, and threw away the wrapper. She still amazes me with what she know. I have no idea she knew how to do that, i guess she does a great job observing Steve and me.</span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">Steve had one of those days, so I sent him out of the house to blow off steam. I guess Sophie really got on his nerves, and he was about to break. I totally understand how he feels, I've been there myself. </span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">While he was gone, Sophie and I got a lot done. She was sitting on the couch eating her fishies, while I tackled the carpet with the loud vacuum. After vacuuming, I went into the kitchen to clean the vacuum bucket (no bag vacuum). Sophie continue to sit on the couch, and she was just so content. </span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">She then followed me to both bathroom while I clean the counter, sink, bath tubs, shower tiles. She was so sweet and with all smile. </span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">After cleaning the shower tiles, I was kinda wet. So I decided to just jump in the shower. Sophie came with too, since Steve wasn't home. And I can't just leave Sophie out by herself. </span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">I used to bring her in the shower with me when she was a tiny baby. She'd just snuggle in my chest while the warm shower water graze her tiny back. She loved it. </span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">I washed her first, and then I gave her the handheld shower head. She was having a blast with the water while I wash my hair really fast. Then she helped me rinse my hair. I just love spending these little moment with her. </span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">We had so much fun together last night. She was great. She talks so much now, although I have no idea what she is saying. She seems happy though.</span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AaYY2qYZFbY" width="560"></iframe> </span></span></h6>San Ba Pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-15674375398899471562012-02-10T09:58:00.000-08:002012-02-10T10:02:03.367-08:00No boyfriends when you are young and pretty - Trying to find someone to married when you are old and wrinklyI am always puzzled as to why the Chinese parents restrict their children from dating, or having friends that are opposite gender when they are in their teens and twenties. The Chinese parents are extremely concerned about their children's school work, and if they could get high enough test scores to get into the best school, and eventually the best money making profession.<br />
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</tbody></table> The photo above is the traditional Taiwan match maker. The sign has the requirement for both men and women who wants to be matched up.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Men:</div><div style="text-align: center;">1. Have regular job</div><div style="text-align: center;">2. No criminal records</div><div style="text-align: center;">3. Have a house</div><div style="text-align: center;">4. Healthy body</div><div style="text-align: center;">5. No bad habits</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Women:</div><div style="text-align: center;">1. simple pretty appearance</div><div style="text-align: center;">2. Under 36</div><div style="text-align: center;">3.Have a regular job</div><br />
So for my friends and cousins in Taiwan, it's no dating, no dating, and NO dating. While they are all young, vibrant, exciting, and gorgeous, they are not allow to date? And then the parents started to get worried when their children aren't having any prospect of marriage when they are in their 30's, sometimes 40's, and some just never get the chance to married for love, and have a family.<br />
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My thinking is... if you are not allowed to date and find the love of you life, it's will only get harder when you are overweight, wrinkly, older, and with low self esteem. (because you are older, and still single)<br />
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Their solution--pay a large sum money to a match maker, in exchange to help them find someone to marry and have kids with. (Also because they are personally social awkward, cuz they weren't allow to socialize with opposite genders)<br />
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Something is wrong with this picture. I believe one of the leading reason why there are so many older Chinese couples aren't happy, is that people aren't allow to date, and are somewhat pressured into marriage when their parents wants grand kids. The pressured married couples hate each other, they live together, they have children together, and they are miserable. So, do they get married for themselves? or for the sake to produce grandchildren to please their parents?<br />
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Then... there is another problem. Having trouble to conceive! Dude, if you are older, your eggs and swimmers are older too. If you are 40 and trying to get pregnant? are you insane??? It's already tiring to be pregnant, giving birth, and chasing a baby in my twenties. I can't imaging having to deal with the morning sickness, all that comes with being pregnant, giving birth in such high age, and chasing a baby in your 40's. AND having to deal with a teenager in you 50's AND dealing with your own menopause.<br />
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I bet the Chinese parents ever thought about that before. <br />
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So, back to the no dating, only school and career. That leads to having to pay for a matchmaker to help find someone, that also wants to get married. So two <a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=haggered">haggered</a> (after all that late night studying for the test to go to the best school that leads to the best job, which requires you work all day and night and no time for yourself. Nor time to meet other people, and practicing social skill) and socially retarded people get together in an awkward situation with the match maker sitting in between them , because they have to compromise, when you are old, ugly and socially retarded, you can't married someone young, hip, popular and pretty, unless you are like Hugh Hefner, with lots and lots of money.<br />
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To those parents would someday become grandparents in the appropriate age, think twice before you force your children into " No dating, only studying, and school". You might want to reconsider. It'll save you money in a long run on the match maker. Let your kids have a social life, let them go date, fall in love, get their hearts broken, and find love again. At least they won't be as awkward as a 50 year old single man trying to marry the socially awkward 40 year old women.San Ba Pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-85564074303570684712012-02-07T12:44:00.000-08:002012-02-07T12:44:28.113-08:00Good night kissesI am usually the one who puts Sophie to bed at night, and before I take her back to her room, I'd tell her to give her daddy a good night kiss. Last night, I said to Sophie, " Soph, give daddy a kiss." She was in my arm, and I took her over to Steve. Sophie just puts her forehead towards Steve for a kiss. It was super cute.<br />
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She knows the word "Snuggle". She would put her head on my chest, and say "mmmmm". Then she'd go back and forth between Steve and I, giving the both of us "snuggles"<br />
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She knows when mommy is not happy with her when she is into things that she shouldn't be. Last night she was going through my bags again, and I made a low "hmmmmmm, Sophie??". She popped her head up looking all guilty for a couple seconds, and burst into tears. I felt so bad!! She then walked over towards me with huge drops of tears in her eye, and some rolling down her plumped red chubby cheeks. She climbed onto the couch, puts both her arms out for a hug. She then just sat quietly in my arms for a little while. <br />
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I didn't mean to make her cry, I didn't even yell. She's sweet, tender, and sensitive. I don't think I have to do much discipline with her, at least I hope I don't have to. <br />
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Last night, she woke up so many times, and I was up with her from 2:30am-5am. Then Steve was up with her till 7am. We are all tired. I think she had a tummy ache, and there are 3 new teeth coming in. poor child. <br />
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I love her so much, and I can't believe that I grew a such cute baby like her in my belly. Now she's walking everywhere, jabbering, hugging my legs while i am cooking. <br />
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Here is Sophie wearing "qi pao" - the traditional Chinese dress.<br />
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I swear, I will do everything I can so she can have that!San Ba Pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-44565816857303443922012-01-31T15:37:00.000-08:002012-01-31T15:37:32.450-08:00Few days aloneSteve and Sophie went down to San Diego to attend Nick's farewell in the past weekend. I didn't go, because, 1. I don't have money to go 2. I have to work. 3. It doesn't make sense for me to skip work, and have to pay for the plane ticket. I was exhausted from the previous week. I was ready to have a couple days to myself and re-charge my battery--aka, sleep.<br />
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Earlier in the week, Steve decided to eat a bag of almonds that he found in his backpack. The last time I bought almonds was April of 2011. The almonds were just in a regular sandwich bad, and it sat in his backpack for who knows how long. Needless to say the temperature change makes any food go bad. Apparently that wasn't his concern, he was hungry. <br />
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Long story short, I woke up to a puking husband. Puking baby, ok, it's little, easy to clean up. Puking adult! Ew! It was loud, and he couldn't control how loud he vomits. I didn't sleep that night, and I didn't go to work the next day.<br />
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Sophie has been growing 3 little teeth all at once, and I've been waking up couple times a night. Still, i manage to look some what decent and show up at work the next day. Hey, someone's got to bring home the dough right?<br />
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By Friday, all I could think about is my weekend by myself. After dropping off the big baby and the little baby at the airport and sent them off to San Diego, I went home and cleaned the house. Then went to the most blissful thing a physically, and emotionally exhausted girl could ask for--90 min massage!<br />
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I didn't want it to end at all, but all things must have an end. My massage therapist said my energy is almost none to existence, and she did some energy work on me to make me feel better. I went home and took a long bath in the clean quiet house. My gosh, this is all I need to feel better. Just a nice break, massage, reiki, essential oil, and a nice bath. I've already starting to feel better in mid bath.<br />
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Naked time is a must when you are alone. For those of you know me knows my opinion on clothes--why wear anything when you can be naked? So free! A robe is all you need!<br />
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I was still tired, but starting to feel my energy to come back, and little more like myself. For some reason I loose myself in the midst of being a mom, a wife, and a Marketing Specialist. I try to do yoga twice a week to keep my zen... oh yoga. How I am going to live without you.<br />
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Dinner time comes, and I was super hungry. I couldn't decide if I want to go out and buy something to eat, or just make what I have in the house. I was short on a couple things, so I went grocery shopping. Came home, and I make a Garlic shrimp, tomato, butter, onion, and lemon zest angel hair for myself. It was the best decision I could ever made that night. Way better choice than a breakfast burrito.<br />
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I took some Tylenol PM to ease the soreness from the deep tissue massage, and to ensure that I sleep through the night. Since my body is so used to getting up in the middle of the night to feed Sophie. Woke up at 4AM still, but went back to sleep till 9:30am!!!<br />
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Oh what sleep can do for you. My skin even seems happier :) San Ba Pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-31661122063042895812012-01-18T12:12:00.001-08:002012-01-18T12:12:42.559-08:00Stationery card<div class="sflyProductPreviewWidget" style="width:425px; height:494px;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetTop" style="height:6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/top.gif);"></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetCenter" style="height:482px; padding: 0 6px 0 6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bg.gif); background-repeat:repeat-y;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewLogo" style="width: 105px; height: 34px; padding: 14px 0 0 14px;"><img src="http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/logo.gif" style="padding: 0; background: #ffffff; border: none; box-shadow: none;"></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewContainer" style="height:350px; text-align:center; padding: 0;"><a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0Aas2zRizcsWjig&cid=SFLYOCWIDGET&eid=115"><img src="http://images-community.shutterfly.com/prs/v1/0Aas2zRizcsWhA/0Aas2zRizcsWhOLA/p/67b0de21b3127d902548/JPEG/1326917551000/0/" style="padding: 0; background: #ffffff; border: none; box-shadow: none;"></a></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewMessageContainer" style="height:55px; background-color:#f4f4e9; text-align:center; padding: 15px 0 15px 0; line-height: 19px;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewTitle" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 15px; color: #333333; font-weight: bold;"><span>Celebrate The Bang New Year's Card</span></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewSEOText" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 13px; color: #333333;"><span>Create your <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/holiday-cards" style="color: #6666cc;">holiday cards online</a> at Shutterfly.com.</span></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewViewCollection" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 13px; color: #333333;"><span>View the entire <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery" style="color: #6666cc;">collection</a> of cards.</span></div><img width="1" height="1" border="0" style="padding: 0; background: #ffffff; border: none; box-shadow: none;" src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&c1=msc&c2=blogger" /></div></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetBottom" style="height:6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bottom.gif);"></div></div>San Ba Pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-47264655861261851932012-01-03T09:18:00.000-08:002012-01-03T09:18:27.038-08:00Plan your work, and work your planI am sorry. But please do not call me the day of and ask me if I could attend this emergency last minute meeting at 4:30pm. This is twice in a row! I work full-time to support my family; I am a mother, and a wife. I go to work at 8:30 in the morning, and sometimes I don't get home till 6PM. I hope you can understand why I kindly declined your invitation to a church meeting at 4:30pm today. Not everyone is a stay home mom.<br />
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<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">"Unless we set goals, we risk roaming through life without ever really accomplishing anything meaningful. It can be easy to get caught up in the pace of life and the immediacy of issues and never really plan our lives." ~Boyd K. Packard</span></h6>San Ba Pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-62634967097723065962011-12-11T22:28:00.000-08:002011-12-11T22:28:27.090-08:00Happy First Birthday Miss SophieWe had a party for Sophie, and lots of close friends and family came! We celebrated the birthday of one of the most friendly, and most loving little girl.<br />
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Traditionally, the Chinese family will have a huge party when their baby turns one. Everyone will gather around and have dinner. The parents, grandparents, friends and family will bring gold, red envelopes (yes, like the ones in Chinese new year) and other gifts to the 1 year old who's having the birthday. The gold usually come in different shapes and size, and each will mean something cool. The parents of the birthday baby will give out red sweet bun that shapes like a turtle, and it'll usually have green bean or red bean paste in it. I can't remember what it all means, but usually it is related to bringing luck. (since it's red. Chinese believes that Red is the most lucky color) And I think the turtle represents living a long healthy live, since turtles lives for a long time. Oh, and turtles are also very wise. Not sure where that came from, but hey, sounds cool to me.<br />
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We had 抓周. It basically means grabbing the year one. So what happens is that we put down several items, and each item will represent an occupation. We put Sophie in the middle of the room, an whatever she picks, it'll be her future career per se. All in all, it's just keeping up with my Chinese heritage, and it was just fun. Sophie picked the hair brush, which represents a career in hair styling. Whatever she picks, we'll support. <br />
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So, instead of having the super traditional Chinese 1 year old party, I decided to make mini cupcakes and crepes. Not to say that I don't like making Chinese food, it's just that it takes a long time to make Chinese food, and I kinda like the idea of my house smelling like awesome cupcakes and crepes. The strawberry cupcakes were a hit, everybody commented on the frosting being delish. I gotta brag about it, cuz i am kinda proud of making such fresh tasting strawberry frosting. We can't have cupcakes without chocolate frosting either, so i switched up the recipe, and kinda whip up one with my own twist. The secret ingredient is coffee extract, it brings out the flavor of the chocolate in cakes, cookies, and of course frosting!<br />
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Thank you all that came! We are so lucky to have you with us, and thank you for letting us share this special 1st birthday with you.San Ba Pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-37316903047469194812011-11-21T13:39:00.000-08:002011-11-21T13:39:50.467-08:00All I want For Christmas -- Back firedAll I wanted for Christmas, is to have all of Sophie's teeth -- all at once.<br />
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Last night was challenging, little miss Sophie is growing 4 teeth all at once. They haven't cut through yet, so it's a bit painful for her.<br />
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Maybe I shouldn't have wished it sooo hard for all of her teeth all at once. I thought if they come all at once, then I'll be able to sleep. Can I take my wish back now?San Ba Pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-53654852068553142172011-11-17T14:28:00.000-08:002011-11-17T14:28:33.523-08:00Goals for 2011One of my goal for 2011 was to be able to do a head stand in yoga. Guess what?!?! I did it!! now i am working on hand stand.<br />
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Set a goal, and work towards it, you'll be amazed what you can achieve. Don't under estimate you abilities.<br />
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