Tuesday, February 24, 2015

100th Day

We've had many milestones to celebrate.  Vincent has been my jumping in his jumperoo with two feet.  He's practicing his hand eye coordination with the dangling toys on his 3-in-1 rockeroo.  As a matter of fact, every little move he makes rocks it.  He stomps his fist on his bedside sleeper when he's going to sleep.  More importantly, there are times that he had so much fun or was overstimulated that he is too hyper to sleep.  He has gone through long stretches without sleep because he wants to play.  When he is eating, I would sometimes see his tongue sticks out.

His skin condition is poor.  Nursing rash, sweat rash.. There are times we let him sleep with us in our bed especially when he won't in his sleep.

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Sleep training

I decided to put him down even though he was awake.  I proceeded to sleeping as he did not cry.

He was clearing his throat in his bed for an hour quietly while we were sleeping.  By the time I decided to wake up, he looked at me, screamed with joy, and kicked his legs up.  

Did he really know to be quiet during bedtime?


Sunday, February 1, 2015

Super Bowl commercial

My child arrived just the other day
He came to the world in the usual way
But there were planes to catch and there were bills to pay
He learned to walk while I was away

And he was talking 'fore I knew it and as he grew
He'd say, "I'm gonna be like you, dad
You know, I'm gonna be like you"

Ambitious Da Da

When I first met dada, he told me that his standard is to make a minimum, a minimum of $250k.  I thought he was foolish because I've met so many professions who do not even make that.  I'd be happy to make just $100k combined.

A few days ago, he said it'd be sad if he's not more successful than his boss at his age.  It reminded me of our first conversation as mentioned above I'm stony brook.

I used to think that he just doesn't understand reality and numbers.  Now, I truly believe that he'll be more successful than I can imagine.  Dada can't sit still.  He has such great ambitions.  He's bothered if his life slows down.  He will consider changing professions if things aren't panning out at his speed.  

I suppose that's the difference between his ambitions and mine, the difference between his upbringing and mine.

It bothers me that the first thing that my father  responded to rob's plan to purchase a practice is for him to slow down.  Did I grow up in a culture to fail?