Zoe’s phrase of the moment: I dih iht! (i did it) Sometimes she says it but she didn’t do anything.
Zoe’s word of the day: nahknee (Snow White)

Man it’s not even October yet and I have a lot on my plate.

oct  3  zoe’s 18month appt
            friend’s 30th b-day party
oct  4  1st b-day party
oct 10 wedding
oct 11 baby shower
oct 17 2nd b-day
oct 18 2nd b-day
oct 24 baby shower (i’m hosting)

I’ve also decided I’m going to make Zoe’s costume this year. I know I’m just asking for it. I already smell suicide mission in the air. I got a sewing machine for Christmas last year so I should try to put it to use. We shall see how that turns out. Today I went out and bought all my material.

So Zoe lately has been really clingy to me. If her dad or grandmom tries to feed her she starts to whine and pushes her bowl/plate of food to me because she wants me to do it. If her dad starts to push her in her stroller she starts to whine while she has her body turned to look up at him and it won’t stop till I push her. I am basically her designated bitch. *sigh*

So she’s growing up and I realize I need to give her some room. She’s been trying to feed herself more and will put up a fight if you won’t give her the spoon. I get it. She’s fighting for some independence. That’s fine. Why don’t you and our new independence also clean up the mess on the table, highchair, and floor after you’re done eating then? I need to let her be able to do things on her own sometimes. She now puts her dirty clothes in the hamper when I ask her to and she’s pretty damn proud after she’s done too. She’ll throw away trash if I give her something to throw away. However in this case you have to still watch her because GOD FORBID there’s an old Elmo sticker covered in last night spaghetti sauce inside she will pick it out. If she’s made a mess of her toys I’ll just keep saying “put it back, put it back” or “pick it up, pick it up” and she’ll start putting things away. It doesn’t work all the time so sometimes I’ll bribe her with a treat. One of the treats is raisins. She’s recently gotten into them. I’ll ask her for one so she’ll come towards me with 3 raisins in hand. And if one of them should happen to fall she’ll retract her hand and put the 2 that she’s still holding in her mouth. It’s as if to say “Oh mommy, yours is on the floor.” JERK!….I’ll still eat it though. 

Yesterday she got her first cut and came running to me saying “Aya aya aya aya!” I gave her a Hello Kitty bandaid. She made me put one on my finger too. I think we went through 5 of them cause she kept taking them off and then yelling “aya, aya, aya” half an hour later. She thinks they’re stickers.



Oh also my camera is now working. It’s like YAY but then also DAMN! Hahaha I already envisioned a new camera. So I’m still editing my D.R. photos so for now I leave you with this…

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We’re back!!! Omigod…the stuff I need to get down in writing…..

Our vacation was good. The first day however was HELL. Like as in H. E. L. L. Our flight was to leave at 8am. So we woke up at 4:30am and left the house at 5am. We hit traffic.  At 5am?! OH C’MON! And it was the we-weren’t-even-moving-an-inch type of traffic. This went on for 20 long, jovial minutes. Then it finally slowly started to move. Then there was another accident up the street so traffic was slowing down for that. Then we get to the toll booth and some idiot truck driver took the e-z pass lane when he didn’t even have e-z pass so a cop was writing up a ticket so we were waiting behind him to go. After that we passed yet ANOTHER car accident. WAKE UP PEOPLE! When we finally got to JFK it was a little past 6. So the hubs drops me and Zoe off, along with our bags, to go park the car in long term parking. 6:30 comes and goes….then 7… Finally at around 7:15am he shows up. They rush us to the front of the line to check in our 2 suitcases. If you go over 50lbs they charge you $50 per bag. My bag was 56lbs but because we were in such a rush they totally forgot to charge us. Then as we’re running throught security check the hubs runs my foot over with the stroller while I’m carrying Zoe so I trip and fall on my knee. You can hear people gasping. Not for MY well being but for Zoe’s. She was fine. I was still holding her upright. We get to security check and we realize that the ticket person didn’t print up a ticket for the hubby so he runs back! Then we go through security and because of my gigantoid purse with Zoe’s milk, water, and bio-feel drinks they search my bag! OY VEY! We finally put our shoes back on and we RUN! We’re running like as if the Italian mafia is after us. Zoe’s being carried by her dad and she looks like she could be getting shaken baby syndrome but she’s just cracking up cause she thinks it’s like the funniest thing. We finally get to our gate and it’s like 7:50 and they JUST started boarding. Such a crappy start to our first family vacation. WAIT! It gets better. Zoe was a saint on the plane. She passed out for 2 hours and she played and watched videos after she woke up. She was the perfect plane baby. We get to Punta Cana and it is hot. It actually felt like it was hot as hell but it was just cause it was sooo humid. We get to the hotel and while C is checking in Zoe and I are walking around the lobby. Checking in at this point is taking a long friggin time. I think we were in that lobby for at least 30 minutes. While Zoe and I were waiting I sat down on a couch and Zoe goes around the coffee table to the other couch. No problem. She climbs up and sits down. No problem. She stands up on the edge and before I can even go over and stop her she loses her footing and falls on her head on the marble floor. I rush over. She’s bawling. I check her face, check her mouth. It kinda looks like she may have bit her tongue a little bit but that’s minor. Now I’m just trying to calm her down. C comes over and goes “Oh my God. Her head.” She has this huge ass bump that is now protruding from her forehead. OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! The front desk brings over an ice cold towel that smells like it was infused with some type of herb. She wouldn’t let me put it on her head and was still crying. Oh my God. I was soooooo upset. I felt like crying. I was hot, it was humid, my baby just got hurt and won’t stop crying. What a horrible start to our vacation. I was sooo close to losing my shit. The bump was huge. It was about an inch and a half wide and it was protruding out like half an inch. I was mad at myself for letting her sit on the couch alone. Every day it went down a bit. By the time we got back home it was just a small bump but geeze… It’s just something a mother doesn’t want to experience happening to their child you know. I wanted to get her checked out but the hubs insisted that she was fine. She didn’t seem lethargic or was throwing up. She was playing fine. She was in good spirits. She seemed like her normal self. But every day I worried. I was a TOTAL hellicopter mom after that during the rest of the trip. It traumatized me pretty bad. That was the WORST of it.

The rest of the trip seemed to go smoothly. During the day it was pretty humid and in the evenings it would rain here and there. Zoe loved the beach. She loves sand. She likes to grab a handful and just see it all pour it out between her fingers. She loved the pool! She lost her balance twice in the toddler pool and went under. Hahaha… I know I’m mean. I laugh but I was right there. She’s darker than us. We call her our Mexican baby. Every night at 8:30 they have a kids disco night. Zoe was very popular. Parents were laughing at her. She stood out. One because she was the only Asian kid on stage. Two because she was a friggin dancing machine. I mean there were times where she was the ONLY person on stage dancing. *coughcoughstagewhorecoughcough* She was like the perfect stage kid. She danced her lil heart out and when people would clap she would stop to clap in sync. People loved her there. The woman selling Flinstone toys even gave Zoe a free backpack because she thought she was so cute. I got a lot of comments from non-English speaking parents after the dancing was all done. I didn’t understand what they were saying but it was usually something along the lines of “Baby. Nice.” Followed by a thumbs up. I guess the thumbs up thing is universal huh? Everyone would stop and talk to her in Spanish and coo at her and ask for high fives. She was very loved. She made lots of friends. We met a 3yr old British girl named Chloe. She was a total chubby and she was soo sweet. I loved her accent. Then we met a 6yr old girl named Emma from Toronto who adored Zoe. She came to the kids disco night 3 nights in a row and refused to dance. After she met Zoe she would only go up if Zoe went up to dance. We met a little German girl named Sarah and her brother Igor. Igor ran to hug Zoe and they lost their balance and Zoe fell backwards on the floor and started bawling so his mother gave her  handful of pringles. Their whole family loved watching Zoe dance and the mother told me that her husband wanted to know if they could take Zoe back to Germany with them. We met a lot of great really nice people.

Oh and another mommy low point, Zoe said her first bad word. Day one of swimming in the toddler pool I had taken her out of the pool to take a break and I was putting her back in and I noticed like little green seaweed lookign stuff floating in the water behind her and I was thinking ‘Where the heck is that coming from?’ I checked her diaper and she did a number 3 so I pulled her and kept saying “shit shit shit shit shit” as I carried her to my lounge chair. I laid her down so that I could change her diaper and she looked up at me and said in a really cute soft girly voice….”shit”. SHIT!

Here’s where I give my last bad news. My camera stopped working tuesday morning. I think I banged it on the trolly a bit too hard when I was getting on the night before while carrying Zoe. So I am in the shop for a new camera. I noticed now that I was cameraless how many kodak moments I was missing. I was really depressing for me. I finally caved and bought a disposable. I hate disposables though. So if anyone has the T1i let me know your thoughts on it.

So since I can’t post any photos since I can’t retrieve them from my camera which doesn’t even turn on anymore I leave you with a video of my my little twinkle toes. This is actually one of my favorite videos from the trip. It was the little girl Sarah’s birthday so her mom was cutting up cake for everyone and all the kids were taking a break eating cake with their parents. Two of the people hosting the show were on stage still dancing….and so was twinkle toes. At one point it looked like our lil one year old had 2 backstage dancers. Oh and the little girl with the blonde bob that you see talking to Zoe is Emma (the girl from Canada). Zoe’s grown fond of her and kept calling her unnie (older sister). The only way we could ever get her off stage is if the music stopped or if someone got up and carried her down whining.



Words Zoe’s learned on vacation:
backpack: backpock
piggy: piggy
flower: fahwuh
bird: bur
happy birthday to you: happy to you you
duck: duck
turtle: turul
go: guh
stop: stop
fish: pishie
oh toodles: oh toowul
pochacco: po ka ko
badtz maru: ma rara

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Did I mention that I am also her coloring slave? She just likes to hold the crayons and watch tv as I color. If I stop she’ll shove a crayon in my face. Where eez mah rife!? I habbind da no controlling!

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Oh just a heads up, I read somewhere that the bacteria found in these drinks is the same bacteria found in a woman’s hooha.  How pleasant. So thursday night I’m drinking some in bed while writing my to-do list for the next day and I say to the namps (short for nampyun which means husband in Korean)…

Me: Hey hun? You want some?
Him: What? (and he turns around and starts laughing when he sees what I’m holding up)
In unison: VAJAYJAY JUICE!

Don’t you love how ur just in sync as a couple sometimes? Yes we’re gross. We don’t care.

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Happy 18 Months Zoe bear!  Wow, you’re a year and a half now. I cannot believe how fast you’ve grown. You amaze me everyday. I love your sassiness and your bossy attitude that makes me want to kick you. You look like your father but you act like me. C’est la vie.

You have the most sweetest face I’ve ever seen. So sweet that my two heaping teaspoons of sugar going into my daily cup of coffee are jealous of you. You make me laugh at things that were never before funny to me and if I stranger were to walk by and see me laughing they would think that I belonged in a mental institution. You are my sunshine on a cloudy day even if you were the cause for the clouds. Sometimes you bring hail the size of tennis balls but it’s ok.

Just know for all these things my love is forever yours no matter what. I love you punkass.


Note: We have already left norse amehreekah to go to sowse amehreekah and all my entries for the next few days have been posted to update automatically. Miss me!

Zoe’s word of the day: artur (Arthur as in the aardvark)

Zoe’s been getting REALLY bossy lately. I don’t riking! She will point to the Wii controls on the high shelf. When she does this this means that you are to turn on the Wii and play Mario Party. She will hold the spare control while watching you play. Sometimes she’ll force her father to play and if I come in the room she will snatch the control from him and give it to me because she now wants me to play. We are not your puppets el control freako. When she’s had enough of this she will bring the remote control over to you to tell you to turn on the tv instead.

WELL SURPRISE FOR YOU ZOE POO! We’re turning on the tv because WE didn’t want to play the Wii in the FIRST PLACE!

So there.

I’m the boss applesauce so don’t you forget it.
       

Zoe’s recent words: Apple, Puhrowrow (Pororo), shoe

My to-do’s this week:
:: Schedule Zoe’s flu shot
:: Schedule my yearly checkup
:: Schedule my yearly eye exam
:: Laundry
:: Pack
:: Tidy up the house before we leave
:: Shopping for trip
:: Water plants before we leave
:: Get the eff out of ahmehreekah!

She now puts “Hi” in front of her words. For example, just a few days ago we were walking up and down our street. She was walking behind me and had on a pair of Hello Kitty socks and her new sneakers. Even though she has sneakers on, Hello Kitty’s face is visible because of the design of the sneaker is kind of like a maryjane. So while we’re walking I hear “Hi Titty!” and I turn around and I see her waving both of her hands looking down at her socks. We walk a couple more feet and I hear “Hi shoe!” and I turn around and see her waving both of her hands looking down at her shoes. This went on for the ENTIRE walk. Hahaha…. *la sigh* Being a parent really pushes you to be patient. If my friends pulled this shit I’d be like “EFF YOUR HELLO KITTY SOCKS! STFU AND LET”S GO ALREADY!”

For all of you who left a comment on my entry about my friend who’s looking for a nursing job with sponsorship, thank you so much. She’s a really really sweet girl and I saw her crying on sunday and wanted to help her somehow. So thank you. The internet can be a powerful tool.

Zoe also has this new thing when it comes to reading books. She’ll bring over two books to you, one for her and one for you. If you do not read the book that she gave you outloud she gets very angry at you. It doesn’t matter that she’s not reading HER book outloud. No, no, no. What does matter is that she took the time to pick a book out for you and you can’t even show your gratitude by reading it outloud. If you do choose to speed read your book or make stuff up, like for example,  in Green Eggs and Ham I said something along the lines of ”Sam I am? OKAY! Green eggs are gross! PITOOEY! The end!” My advice to you is DON’T SAY ‘THE END’. She knows what this means and even though it looks like she’s totally engrossed in her book which, by the way, is upside down she’ll pause from her book, look up at you, and say in a really sweet voide ”Again.”  Whatevs man! You’re not the boss of me! If I CHOOSE to read the book again I do it cause I want to!

I usually read the book…again….and again. I have no control of my life. I crying. She won’t even let me go pee.

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:: 06.27.09 :: Kayla’s 1st Birthday
If you’re looking for a balloon or face painting artist the woman hired for this birthday party was REALLY, REALLY good at both.

Maria Rocco
Face Painter / Balloon Artist
Email: mariaroc@aol.com










 

I would highly recommend this museum. Only because it’s brand new. It used to be located in center city Philadelphia but they just recently moved to the Fairmount Park area so it’s like brand new, very spacious, and very clean. I highly recommend it.

Click here for info: Please Touch Musem

Please Touch Museum
Memorial Hall, Fairmount Park
4231 Avenue of the Republic (formerly North Concourse Drive)
Philadelphia, PA 19131
(215) 581-3181

The hubs sent me this link last week. Hit play. You’ll think the dude’s a douchebag just like I did. Like as in a TOTAL TOOL.

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Then you take the elevator down to the lower level and it’s like a town square. There’s a medical center, a McDonald’s, a shoe cobbler, and even a Shop Rite. The Shop Rite was my FAVORITE. Zoe looked really into shopping for her own groceries.

                                            




                            





                                            
                           
                           

                            
                                              




I saw this toy in a glass case. We used to have this when we were little! I bet you this is ours!
                                        

Hi everyone. This entry is non Zoe related. It’s actually a lil bit church related. Ok and for those of you who are rolling your eyes and groaning shut up. I love my church. Everyone there is very warm and very accepting of who you are and just welcomes you with open arms. It’s also been good for me. I can’t even remember the last time I’ve been to church before I found this one and just becoming a mother has pushed me to go back. Even C’s been coming once a month and he N   E   V   E   R goes to church, E   V   E   R. The pastor is my age and his sermons are really good. Plus he’s sarcastic and funny. One sunday after one of his sermon’s I go “That was a good sermon. You were really funny.” He replies “What are you talking about? I’m always funny.” *scoff* Whatevs!!! In the winter I scratched my car up against the church and I said “Pastor Rich! I scratched my car up on the side of the church!” He goes “OH NO! Is the church ok?”  Oh. Hardy. Har. Har.

Anywho I”m writing about a girl who goes to my church. Her name is Christine. She just finished nursing school and is looking for a job. However she is not a U.S. citizen and does not have a green card. She’s applied for one and is still waiting. She has a work permit till July 2010. HOWEVER she needs to get a job by October 13th or else she’ll need to go back to Korea. So she will need someone to sponsor her. If anyone can help her out or if you work or are affiliated with a hospital or know of any nurse positions that are open and can help her out I’d really appreciate it. I will even make a Hello Kitty bag for the person who gets her a job. Please pray for her.