Sunday, April 19, 2009
Mischief
This is one of those times that I became suspicious because it was too quiet. very unusual with this kid. Those are my toothbrush and toothpaste. grrrr. Happily, however, Adam continued to amuse himself at the sink for about 40 minutes while we packed up to go home - we had been staying at my Aunt Joan's in Ottawa for Adam's second birthday and a hockey tournament for Dion.
We decided that the socks do match. Not each other, of course, but they do both match the shirt. A good look, I think.
Gingerbread Men
A couple of weeks ago, two strange things happened at our house. 1) Dessert. 2) Arts and Crafts.
As you can see, Adam is in a bit of a Pollock period. Me,I'm stuck in gender stereotypes. Pearls and ties? Are you kidding me?
As you can see, Adam is in a bit of a Pollock period. Me,I'm stuck in gender stereotypes. Pearls and ties? Are you kidding me?
Friday, April 17, 2009
Chinglish
This story has gotten a couple of laughs; so, here it is for posterity....
Adam has just a few Cantonese words and expressions, including "maht" (meaning to wipe) and "maht beibei" (meaning to wipe one's nose).
The other day, Adam's nose was running; so, I said, "Come here, please, Adam. Maht beibei."
Adam didn't like the idea. He shook his head and replied: "No Mahting!"
Adam has just a few Cantonese words and expressions, including "maht" (meaning to wipe) and "maht beibei" (meaning to wipe one's nose).
The other day, Adam's nose was running; so, I said, "Come here, please, Adam. Maht beibei."
Adam didn't like the idea. He shook his head and replied: "No Mahting!"
Sunday, April 05, 2009
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
much better, part 2
Sunday, February 08, 2009
much better
I may be the only person in the world who finds this couch comfortable; it's very tall and firm. But it's perfect for me. It's a couch you sit ON, not a couch you sit IN. I will definitely appreciate this in my third trimester. This couch has almost as much seating space as the old one but its footprint is much smaller. Another bonus is that its height makes our coffee chest exactly the right height for its service as a coffee table.
I had a very hard time finding a couch because I wanted all of
1 - leather
2 - contemporary style (or at least not _too_ traditional)
3 - high seat
1 and 3 is a very common combination. 1 and 2 is not too uncommon. 2 and 3 isn't exactly easy to find. but 1, 2, and 3 is exceedingly rare.
So, there were a few compromises on appearance to get the comfort. I saw more attractive styles, though this one is fine. The leather is good quality but a lot shinier than most. I decided I could live with that and that it wouldn't even be that noticeable on its own. And actually, the shininess kinda goes with some of our other stuff - like the room screen behind it, which I love more every day.
BTW, if you'll take the old couch away - it's yours.
head shots
Saturday, February 07, 2009
on its death bed ...
so to speak.
I've been saying for a long time that I want a new couch.
We've had some good times. It doesn't owe me anything. I bought it (with Kristin's help) new at the Bay in 1997 (10.5 years ago) for about $800 plus tax. That's less than a quarter per day. 24.0 cents according to my-back-of-an-envelope calculations. At most times, it even served as the primary couch in a household of 3, 4, or 5 adults. 5 adults get a lot of guests, too. It was Kevin's bed half the time for a year or so.
It has its "charms" but it's very faded, the back cushions don't hold their shape, the bottom cushions won't stay in place, and the frame itself sags in the middle. Most of its battle wounds are documented below.
the straw that broke the camel's back
Shopping began in earnest when the fabric shredded due to my propping myself up this summer.
Perhaps I will try to find some photos of the couch in happier times. If you have any, please send them to me.
Now we just need to dispose of it. The new couch came today and the old one looks sorrier than ever. Photos next time.
I've been saying for a long time that I want a new couch.
It has its "charms" but it's very faded, the back cushions don't hold their shape, the bottom cushions won't stay in place, and the frame itself sags in the middle. Most of its battle wounds are documented below.
Shopping began in earnest when the fabric shredded due to my propping myself up this summer.
Perhaps I will try to find some photos of the couch in happier times. If you have any, please send them to me.
Now we just need to dispose of it. The new couch came today and the old one looks sorrier than ever. Photos next time.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
our little echo
While I was reading to Adam on the couch, we came across a monkey a library book. He asked after the whereabouts of his (stuffed) monkey. After I told him it was in his bed, he said,
"jussa minute. I'll be right back."
And he was. With the monkey, of course.
"jussa minute. I'll be right back."
And he was. With the monkey, of course.
Friday, January 02, 2009
Siu et al Christmas 2008
absent: Kat, Kevin, Tiffany, Yee. We missed you guys!
not pictured: yours truly, the one behind the camera.
Very Tall Towers
Hair
Hair has been quite a nuisance around here lately. Adam`s hair gets longer and longer as he simply refuses to let anyone cut it. A barber? God Forbid! The length can lead to some pretty wicked hat-head and bed-head. Since these photos were taken two months ago, I have managed to crop around the ears only, one clip at a time. Adam's getting really shaggy.


My own hair has been a nuisance too. Since Adam was born, it's been growing in, well, not straight. It's not curly, not wavy, but definitely messy. Just not straight. Not straight, like it used to be. Not straight, like I liked it. I wonder if there is a cut out there to cure it. But given my aversion to morning showers, hair products, and blow dryers, I'm not holding out much hope.
My own hair has been a nuisance too. Since Adam was born, it's been growing in, well, not straight. It's not curly, not wavy, but definitely messy. Just not straight. Not straight, like it used to be. Not straight, like I liked it. I wonder if there is a cut out there to cure it. But given my aversion to morning showers, hair products, and blow dryers, I'm not holding out much hope.
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