Sunday, November 16, 2008
The great outdoors
Last weekend, we took the girls up to Tahoe, where they got to see it snow for the first time.
Today, I took the girls on their first hike to the Edgewood County Park in San Mateo County. The girls said they had a good time because, "We got to play with sticks and get dirty!"
Katherine even did a full-on belly flop into some mud by mistake. Rather than cry, she shook it off and kept on hiking. I was very proud of her!
Here are some photos from our adventures:
Thursday, November 06, 2008
Change happens in small steps.
The following conversation ensued:
Caroline: "Daddy, what's he doing?"
Me: "He's giving a speech."
Caroline: "Why?"
Me: "That's going to be our next President of the United States."
Caroline: "The black man?"
Me: "Yes."
Caroline: "Oh. He looks nice."
[Resumes playing Candy Land]
It occurred to be at that moment that Katherine and Caroline will grow up in a world where it's is NOT a big deal to have a person of color as President of the United States.
That thought made me very, very happy.
Thank you, Darth Vader!
The girls have never seen Star Wars, and didn't know who Darth Vader was. But something about the mask impressed them, because all week they've been walking around the house saying, "Thank you, Darth Vader!" in low, growling voices.
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
The Candy Organizing Gene
How else do you explain me finding Caroline, without any prior instructions, in our living room doing this:
Friday, October 31, 2008
We work hard for our candy in the Lim household.
Our conversation toward the end of the evening:
Katherine: "Daddy?"
Me: "Yes?"
Katherine: "Can you pick me up?"
Me: "No, honey. If you want to get the candy, you have to walk up to the door."
(We walk in silence for a few feet)
Katherine: "Daddy?"
Me: "Yes?"
Katherine: "Is Halloween done yet? I'm tired."
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Things Kids Say
The store was empty, and quiet.
The man working at the register was a "bit" large.
The girls looked at him, turned to me, and shouted, "He's gonna have a baby!"
I was shocked that he still sold me the battery.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
Perspective
Watching the girls climb in and out of the crib with general ease made me realize with shock and horror just how quickly our "babies" are growing up.
I sifted through my photos of the girls and found a photo from January 15, 2006 (5 months old) to compare and contract with the current photo taken August 20, 2008 (36 months old).
To get a full appreciation of how big the girls have gotten, keep in mind that in both photos:
1. The Pack 'N Play is exactly the same size.
2. Big Bird is the same guy in both photos.
Click on either photo for a larger view.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Don't Take My Macaroni!
When I tried to pick her up to sooth her, she began hitting me (eyes still closed), crying, "I want my macaroni! I want my macaroni!"
There were three interesting observations I made even though it was 3 a.m.:
- Caroline LOVES to eat. Even though she is smaller than Katherine, she packs down her food at almost every meal. That evening for dinner, she had polished off a big bowl of Kraft mac 'n cheese, so I wasn't convinced she was hungry.
- During waking hours, Caroline never refers to it as "macaroni". We all refer to it as "mac 'n cheese".
- For bedtime, Caroline had read the book, "Yankee Doodle", which of course, uses the word "macaroni".
So even though I was fairly certain Caroline was not talking about mac 'n cheese, we nonetheless heated up a bowl of mac 'n cheese. Caroline ate one bite, then promptly climbed back into bed and fell asleep. I'm not sure she ever fully woke up.
I guess we'll never know, but I wonder what Caroline was dreaming about. Yankee Doodle? A big bowl of mac 'n cheese? Daddy witholding food from her? It's a mystery!
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Snack Hound
A sure fire way to get her to eat her dinner is to tell her, "No snack until you finish your dinner."
Cookies, crackers, jello, ice cream. There isn't a snack Katherine hasn't tried that she hasn't liked.
While Katherine certainly has a taste for snacks, it wasn't until tonight that I realized she also has a nose for it.
Tonight I had just put the girls to bed. I came outside and grabbed an oreo off the counter. I had taken ONE bite, and only ONE bite. Suddenly, Katherine started crying.
I swallowed my bite of cookie and went back inside the girls' room. Katherine wanted to say good night to me once more. So I let her say good night to me, then I bent over and kissed her on the cheek. Katherine stopped crying and her head snapped up at me.
"Daddy?" she asked.
"Yes?" I said.
"What are you eating?"
How in the world did she smell ONE bite of cookie? The girls is a blood-hound for snacks.
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
I am so proud of my girls.
But the great thing about having a twin sister is that you always have someone to help you be brave.
Here they are waiting in line:
Friday, May 30, 2008
The Magic of Sisterhood
Until tonight. As I write, the girls are alone in their room, talking to one another . . . quietly.
They let Daddy leave the room while they held their books. They've been talking quietly together for the past five minutes, but they have not cried for us or gotten out of bed.
Five minutes later. They are asleep!
When I think about how many more wonderful nights they are going to have talking sister-to-sister before they drift off to sleep, it makes me smile.
Plus, now I can watch Sportscenter!
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Things I am thankful for.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Goodie Bag Wars
We made the mistake of letting them hold them on the way home, even though they did not get to eat anything in the goodie bags.
Dinnertime was horrible. Caroline refused to eat and kept clutching her goodie bag. The girls really understand the concept of candy now!
Finally, I had to lay down the law and take the goodie bags away until the girls finished their dinner. If you had been in our house while I pried the goody bag out of Caroline's hand, you would have thought I was beating her with a stick! Even then she didn't eat until I threatened her with bath and bedtime.
Lesson learned: No one gets to hold the goodie bag until after dinner.
On an upside, we had a wonderful time at the parties.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
These Are Our Mornings
It is like this almost every morning. Katherine is the bluebird of happiness, Caroline the grumpy old man.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
The Battle Against Sugar
We'd done a pretty good job for 2 years, 8 months of keeping the girls away from sugary cakes, cookies and candies.
However, today the girls ate birthday cake and for the first time actually seemed to enjoy it. They finished off the party with a huge Rice Krispie square. What made it even worse is that Katherine followed the cake around for a good five minutes before the candles were even lit, waiting for her piece of cake.
Here are some photos of the sugar binge and the birthday party, just to officially note the date of surrender:
Monday, March 17, 2008
Who knew 24 hour pharmacies were hot spots?
She is fine now, but I spent the better part of three hours with her in the emergency room, just to make sure.
By the time I got Caroline home and back into bed, it was close to 2:00 a.m., and I needed to have her prescription filled so that she could take her medicine first thing in the morning.
Terri found a 24-hour Walgreens near our house, and so at 2:05 am, I set out to fill Caroline's prescription.
I expected to find the Walgreens staffed by a single cashier, sitting on a stool behind the register of an empty, semi-lit store, reading a frayed copy of People magazine.
Instead, when I walked into the store, I was greeted by the blast of rock music blaring from a radio. Up and down each isle, stock workers were busy stocking shelves, each singing their version of the rock song in Tagalog. It was a like American Idol in the Twilight Zone!
There were actually two or three customers shopping in the store. And I'm not talking about people in their pajamas picking up a bottle of milk or diapers. One woman was pushing a cart going aisle by aisle as she scanned a list coupons held in her hand.
Who knew that Walgreens was a hot spot for Tagalog karaoke and all-night marathon shopping?
Friday, March 07, 2008
Truck Stops and Andy Capp
We stopped in Los Banos, about 130 miles south of San Francisco, and stopped in a truck stop to let the girls run around (Yes, a truck stop. I realize it's not the best place to take a toddler for a break, but on the I-5, you take your breaks where you can find them.).
As the girls played with about 50 windchimes on display in the lobby of the diner (no one seemed to mind all the noise they made), my eyes were drawn to a sign:
Now for those of you not into comic strips, Andy Capp is a long-running strip about some English guy and his wife. I remember Andy Capp comics very vividly because:
- Andy Capp was featured prominently on the front page of the L.A. Times Sunday comics sections throughout the 70's and 80's, my formative Sunday-comics-reading stage.
- Andy Capp was featured along with "Peanuts" on the front page of the L.A. Times comic section, so I figured any comic that shared the front page with "Peanuts" had to be funny, right?
- I read Andy Capp faithfully for over 15 years with the above reasoning in mind.
- In over 15 years of reading Andy Capp, it was NEVER FUNNY. Ever.
Most of the jokes had to do with Andy being lazy on the couch, or making fun of his wife. Or he would be at a bar and end up chasing someone angrily out of the bar. Occasionally he would play soccer, but being English, Andy Capp called it "football." That gag usually had Andy chasing someone around angrily for no good reason. Somtimes Andy would hit on some attractive girls, and then the gag would end with his wife chasing him around angrily. Like I said -- NEVER funny. Did I mention, "EVER"?
So I hear I am in Los Banos, watching my kids with one eye, while my other eye is fixated on this ad for Andy Capp Cheddar Fries. I wondered, "Did I miss something in all those years of reading Andy Capp comics? Somebody must think that comic is funny or they wouldn't give him his own bag of chips, would they?"
And why in the hell was I seeing these chips for the first time in Los Banos?
Of course, I had to buy a bag. I plunked down my $0.79 and was rewarded with a bag of potato and corn sticks sprinkled liberally with orange cheddar-flavoring.
After eating the whole bag of chips while driving, I reached three conclusions:
- Driving while eating greasy "cheddar fries" is hard, because it makes the wheel slick.
- You get what you pay for.
- Andy Capp Cheddar Fries are about as tasty as the Andy Capp comic strip was funny.
Below are some photos from our car trip NOT related to Andy and his fries:
Saturday, March 01, 2008
The new "improved" San Francisco Zoo
As members of the Zoo, we went back there about a week before the big cat exhibits were scheduled to reopen. All the newspapers said that the tiger exhibits were closed. Signs at the zoo said, "All big cats will not be on display until improved safety measures are put into place."
So imagine our surprise when we turned a corner and ran into this:
Um, correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't the creature I photographed above a . . . TIGER?
The same type of tiger that attacked and killed someone on Christmas Day?
The same tiger that the signs around the Zoo said "Were off exhibit for your safety and theirs"?
The tiger was about 12 feet from me, separated only by a thin wire mesh fence. Other than good common sense, there was nothing to prohibit me from sticking my hand through the cage.
A zoo employee who was standing nearby merely commented, "Aren't they magnificent?" To which I wanted to ask her, "What do you mean, 'they'? Isn't this the last one left after the other one got shot?" But good manners stopped me from making scene.
Luckily, we survived our encounter with the Big Cats, and took these other non-tiger photos:
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Grumpiness is Hereditary
It is safe to say that I am NOT a morning person. Caroline is exactly like me in this regard.
When I go into the girls' room to wake them up to get ready for school, Caroline will look up at me, then quickly roll over onto her stomach in the classic, "If I pretend I didn't see him, maybe he'll pretend not to see me."
If you try to say "Good morning!" to Caroline, she will quickly tell you, "No! Be quiet!" Trying to sing to her to raise her spirits is like poking a bear with a stick. A bear that has just woken up from her winter's hiberation, I might add.
When you pick her up to change her diaper (or have her sit on the toilet, as we begin potty training her), she screams bloody murder. If CPS were in the house at that very moment, they would probably take her from us just on the volume of her cries.
It is not until about 10-15 minutes have passed that Caroline will fully wake up and begin to interact. And it is only after she's had some milk or some cereal that she will feel ready to smile and give you a hug.
I hope she never has to take an 8:00 am class in college. I would fear for her roomates.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Throwing Away $$ At the Food Court
The girls love to eat at the food court, so after checking out the patio furniture at Sears (much more entertaining for the girls than toys!), we headed over to the food court.
Feeding the girls has become so much easier now that they are 2 1/2 years old. No more packing bowls, utensils, or special cups. They can sit in adult chairs and eat with paper plates, plastic utensils, and love love love to have their own "adult" cups of water.
Today I ordered a Hot Dog On a Stick for Katherine, and a chicken burrito for myself and Caroline to share.
Katherine promptly gnawed about three bites of cornbread off the hot dog on a stick before proclaiming, "I don't like it." Katherine then proceeded to eat 1/2 of my burrito, but only the tortilla. Caroline picked apart her 1/4 of the burrito to eat all the black beans and tortilla, and left the rice, chicken, and cheese in small heaps on her paper plate.
The Hot Dog On a Stick cost me $2.75. The burrito set me back another $5.99, of which I ate 1/2. For about $1.00 I could have fed the girls a can of black beans and Mission brand tortillas from home!
Sunday, February 03, 2008
Smile!
She thinks it's a good smile. I don't have the heart to tell her how silly it looks.
Of course, we can still catch her in a candid photo, where she looks like this: