Mr. Independent

Tyson is one and a half years old (18 months old) and he's quite independent. Almost too independent. At times when you try to help him with a task, he will get upset and want to do it himself. Just the other day, he started eating cereal... on his own... without making a mess. And he knew to put his bowl in the sink when he was done! This little guy is growing up way too fast.

You drew what?

Jacob, 7 years young

I'm a little late but last weekend Jacob turned 7. According to him, it's 7 years-young, not years-old. "I'm not old. I'm just a kid." Indeed. But this kid is growing up way too fast. He's at that age where his baby teeth have started falling out. Several days before his birthday, he lost a front tooth while eating dinner. Then, during the family Tet party, he lost the other front tooth while playing outside. Now there's a giant gap in the middle and I can't help but smile when I see him talk.

Year of the snake

Happy lunar new year! It's the year of the snake, my mom and brother's year. So what does it all mean? I have no idea but it can't be good. We're talking about a snake here. But there's no need to worry about horoscopes and fortunes because it's all fake. You make your own luck.

The actual day landed on Sunday so that meant any festivities were to be done on that one day, unlike previous years when you had both Saturday and Sunday (and even Friday).

Baby #4?

No, we're not having another baby. No. The thought of having another baby is ridiculous. It's a life changer. We would need a bigger car to fit six people. And no, we would never ever get a minivan. We would need a bigger house. What little free time we have to ourselves would cease to exist. The answer to "Are you guys going to have another?" was an emphatic "No." Without hesitation. But just recently, I may have a change of heart.