Formal Complaints

Though there is no doubt that Jocelyn loves her little brother...there have been some formal complaints.

First complaint: Evan pulled my hair!

She goes to tell me (in Vietnamese). Then she goes to daddy to tell him too (in Cantonese). Apparently, she really wants to make this vexing issue known.

We tell her that little brother doesn't mean it. We tell her that she needs not stick her face in his face...and at the age where he's finally learning how to grab...

Then, second complaint: Evan kicked me.

Yes, Jocelyn. Like we said, don't stick your face or hover over him.

Okay, should we put him in time-out?

Jocelyn: YES.

Okay, so we take little brother and lay him in the corner for a bit (for time-out).

She's happy. Problem solved (for now).

(Lucky for us, Evan doesn't complain... he doesn't really know yet he was put in time-out...as a 3-month-old baby.)

The joke's on me

So I didn't get a chance to actually post this on April 1st.

Happy (belated) April Fool's Day.

The joke's on me.

Right after the last post (me complaining of snow in March)...Here it was, April 1st. And, it was snowing AGAIN. This time, it was enough where we had to actually break out our SHOVEL so that I could get my car out of the parking space to go to work.

dreaming of spring

Today it was snowing.

Not big blizzard snow. No shoveling required today. But it was snowing for sure. Large. Fluffy. Snowflakes.

HOWEVER. It is MARCH. And April is around the corner. I'm ready to go outside, fly a kite, take a walk, run in the grass.

Spring please come soon!

Happy 2 months, Evan!

And of course, how can we not include your life without including your overly zealous, dangerously-smothering sister?


Note: Evan's not smiling so much in this picture anymore.