Lack of Manners

Hey all, Tristan here again.  Mommy is too tired with work and me to update this thing so I'm in charge for the time being.

The weather has been nice and our place has gotten warm.  Daddy went on this rant about it was time to get in touch with my white side and Mommy makes me wear too much clothing.  Not sure what being half white had to do with it but I got to play around just wearing my diaper.

This was lots of fun but he told me not to tell Po-po.  The secret is safe as long as you readers don't go telling her.

In other big news, the doctor said I should be feeding myself more often.  This is CRAZY YO!  I get to make a mess and it is ENCOURAGED!  Here is me the other night.  Man I was so proud of my effort on this mess.

My palate is maturing and I only want the finer things.  Basically this means I don't want anymore vegetables.  They're nasty.  This is causing issues with my bowels and sometimes my "movements" are a little hard to get moving.  See the effort in my face here:

If Mommy figures this out, she might force me to eat my greens.  When I have to give that extra push, I just give the thumbs up and pretend like everything is working great.

Come by and visit anytime.  Party at my place.

Play Date

Pretty girl gives a kiss............

and playful boy is happy!

Playful boy gives a kiss back...

and pretty girl feels violated.

Pretty girl is a little bit afraid of crazy mascot.................................................and playful boy just wants to poke it.

But both like to play with toys......

though some need a lot of help.......

and others are getting the hang of it. 

And both get their hot mamas to stroll them around the city!

There will be better days

Hey again, it's Tristan.  Today didn't go so well.  Mommy dressed me this morning.  I tried to pull it off but to no avail.  Check out the picture:

I look like the love child of Raggedy Ann and a gay English professor.

Anyways, we went out and about not doing anything too fun but then Mommy and Daddy took me to the park.  Have you been to the park?  It's horrible.  HORRIBLE! You're supposed to play but there are no cell phones, remote controls, or electric sockets anywhere to be found.  Maybe kids born back in 2008 would enjoy this but not today's kids.

First off it was cold and a bunch of strangers were already there.  We tried the slides first.  They're cold, squeeky, and no fun.

Then we tried the swing.  Pass.

Because I didn't like that, I got put in the sand.  This stuff gets everywhere and smells like dog pee sometimes.

I just wanted Mommy to get me out...

...but she just put me in even more sand with nothing else around!

All alone....

while she laughed at me.  Not cool at all Mommy.

By the time we got home I was losing it.  I starting incoherently blabbering to myself .

I'm waking up four times tonight.  Revenge will be sweet.

Lemon Experiment

Pickle Experiment

Kiss Kiss

Tristan learned his first trick, and I was so happy that it was this particular one.

It's been a long time...

It's been 23 days since we posted last. And I can without a doubt say it's because I went back to work. That has been a tough transition, especially last week when the students came back to school. It meant getting up at 6am, getting Tristan ready, getting myself ready, shuttling him to North Beach to Po-Po and Gung-Gung's flat, then going to work with crazy demanding teenagers, then picking him back up, going home, feeding him, cooking dinner to feed Joe and I, cleaning him up, putting him down, waking up at 2am to feed his night cravings, and doing it all over again. It was like Night of the Living Dead style, all up in here. But this week has been alot better. Joe's been upping the cooking and cleaning, I got used to less sleep, and we're all a bit happier and more adjusted. Having Po-Po and Gung Gung has been a godsent. I mean, it's not like I have to check their childrearing credentials anytime soon. And I thought I'd be a hot mess emotionally going from seeing him 24/7 to much less. But no tears were shed, on his nor my end. (Not having a period has made me a very emotionally stable person--ask Joe).

His mother-inflicted forehead bruise went away within the first two days. The long term damage is yet to be determined. Though he hasn't been falling on the floor or forgetting his name. All good signs.

He's a total cruiser now. Pulls himself on anything he can. Loves dirty things like garbage cans and toilets. Hates sleeping (still). Has four teeth, of which there is a ginormous gap between his top two. Is so active that he tears open the seams of his clothing (this is when my sewing/mending skills come in handy). Only says "Da-Da" and not momma (I think I'll cry tears of joy on that day that happens). Loves carbs like jook, noodles, rice, bread. Does tricks like "kiss kiss". And still loves his mommy and shows it by reaching out to me. God I love that.

Injury Update

Hey everyone, Tristan here.  Here's a photo of the bruise on the upper left side of my head where Mommy dropped me:

She's says I jumped out of her arms and that might be true but it doesn't matter.  I'm only 8 months old and nothing is my fault yet.  It's true she's totally devastated.  This is a good thing.  The more devastated she is, the more I can get away with.  And boy do I plan to get away with a lot.  Anyway, I gotta get back to ripping off the cover daddy put on the electrical socket.  Later.

A Bad Day

Today was a rough day for baby. Here are the lowlights:

1. Started off his morning pulling himself up on the coffee table, only to slip and fall on the ground. Cried for a minute.

2. Snot rockets and coughs with this nasty cold he's had since Sunday.

3. Afternoon fever of 100 degrees (and not the good kind of fever like the song).

4. Then the worst: he was standing on my lap as I was sitting at the table playing with my laptop and decided to vigorously jump off my lap, out of my arms and landed face first onto the wooden end table. Cried only for a few minutes (whatta champ!), but the fall created a bump on his forehead and what looks like a future bruise. I was devastated. I was devastated for my hurt baby, and for the fact that it happened on my watch! What kind of mother am I?? How could I scar my beautiful perfect little baby!!?? Rationally, I know I didn't do it, but emotionally, I'm guilty as sin. I kept asking Joe if I gave him a concussion, but Joe said he wouldn't be alert if I did.

It was a bad bad day.

Thanks for the Compliment?

While shopping at Safeway, a white middle-aged woman excitedly ran up to me screaming something about how cute my baby is. "Oh he is the most adorable baby I've ever seen!" she exclaimed. Then this woman continued..."oooooooo, is he AmerAsian??" I looked at her and smiled with a "yes". AmerAsian. Haven't heard that term for awhile. AmerAsian...technically, aren't I AmerAsian because I'm American and Asian? But I don't think she meant me. So I wikipedia'd it, and came up with this:

According to the U.S. Department of Justice and the Immigration and Naturalization Service (INS), an Amerasian is: "[A]n alien who was born in Korea, Vietnam, Laos, Kampuchea, or Thailand after December 31, 1950, and before October 22, 1982, and was fathered by a U.S. citizen."

Excuse me, my son is NOT a war baby. Nor was I some helpless Asian woman in her mother country enraptured by some US white soldier and lost my precious virginity to his American manhood. On the contrary, I met a finance guy at a Chinese Christian wedding, and we had a date at Ella's for brunch.

No harm intended, I'm sure. The Asian American Studies part of me could be a little enraged, but I've softened up over the years and have decided this woman probably meant nothing more than suggesting I had a hapa baby. Meant to be a compliment.

Here are some photos of my nonAmerAsian baby in a recent photo shoot. He's kinda cute shirtless. A little on the skinny side, but cute.