Sunday, December 30, 2007
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Sunday, December 2, 2007
It was very crowded, you could hardly get from one place to another without bumping into people. I saw a guy from the Sapporo Beer stand passing out Pikachu fan, we went and got one. As always, the place was filled with people wearing masks, there were all sort, from Winnie the Pooh, to Donald Duck, and.... EVEN PIKACHU!!! I had my mother take care of Sumahi while I went searching for the Pikachu mask in the mid of the huge crowd.
Sumahi's daddy is crazy about Pikachu. It is a mutual understanding that while Sumahi is the cutest thing in the world, Pikachu comes next, and when the two comes together, the cuteness is too much for a normal human body to handle. Since then, whenever I see Pikachu things that are affordable I would buy them, it had pretty much became a habit.
After bumping into a whole bunch of people, and squeezing into different toy stalls, I finally find the one that sell mask. However, when I got there, there are only three types left: Thomas the Engine, Yellow Ranger, and a little blonde girl mask, they are out of Pikachu... : ( I don't like Thomas the Engine, and I don't want Sumahi to have blonde hair... so I picked Yellow Ranger... well... at least it is yellow too...
I also saw a 2008 pokemon calendar, I wanted to get it, but I had already spent all my coupons on the mask (which was 6 coupons). Therefore, I lined up to purchase a booklet of coupons (which was $10), and went back to the toy stall, but the calendar was gone! So I brought some toys for Sumahi, one was an Unichi-kun (Mr. Poop) from the anime "Dr. Slump" (See that pink soft ice cream like object on top of Sumahi's head at the picture below) another was a star necklace which has different color light that blinks.
Unfortunately, while I remembered to bring my camera that night, I left the memory card at home, so I was unable to take pictures at Ypao. But here are some pictures that I took with the stuff that we got that night.
4 more days 'til Daddy comes back!
Saturday, December 1, 2007
5 more days 'til Daddy comes back!
Yesterday, Sumahi and I went to visit my friend Christina, whom just gave birth to a baby boy on November 18th, 2007. Her baby's name is Calep Gabriel (ahmm... I forgot her fiance's last name), he was 8 lb 10 oz and 21 inches at birth.
Sumahi fully displayed herself as a bihusauras while she was there. She grabbed on to Calep's mittens, socks, and chewed on Calep's foot. Ai adai!
Seeing Calep once again reminded me of how small Sumahi was when she was born, and of the first few tormenting weeks when I had to learn how to take care of a newborn all on my own. Even though it was only a few months ago, it seems as if a decade had past since then. And I remember what a beautiful newborn she was, no conehead, no pimples, no smashed-in nose, she was just... perfect.
Friday, November 23, 2007
It was nene's first Thanksgiving, I got up early in the morning and went grocery shopping for Thanksgiving Dinner. My family had planned to eat out, but I wanted to bring nene to visit her family from Daddy's side, so I needed to make something to bring over.
I decided to make a vegetarian quiche. I got the recipe online, so I printed it out and headed out to Oka Payless with Sumahi. Sumahi was very enthusiastic about helping me, and kept taking the recipe away from me while I was shopping. Finally, we got home, and I was able to put her to bed while I work on the crust and pre-mixing the fillings. I wanted to get everything ready for I had to show a property at around 2pm, and I needed to get to Grandpa's house at 4:30pm and follow them over to Auntie Eleanor's house.
Even though I got home early after the showing, I was still running late when I left the house, for the quiche took way longer then expected to cook. I left the house at 4:29pm and rushed over to Grandpa's. When I was almost there, I got a call from Kuri, and said that I don't need to rush for they were running late. We stayed there until everyone was ready, then we headed over to Auntie Eleanor's. We weren't able to stay there for too long, for we still needed to have dinner with my family. Sumahi did get to see everyone though, and spent a little time playing with her cousins. Although my stay there was short, it was a nice and wonderful little gathering, and I'm very glad that Sumahi get to see everyone.
I had Sumahi tried the turkey with turkey gravy baby food... and she didn't like it at all, she preferred the real thing. (We teared small pieces of turkey for her for it was soft enough for her to eat) I guess she is sick and tired of being treated like a baby.
I called Daddy a few times so that he could say Happy Thanksgiving to her, but he didn't pick up the phone. I was about to give up and thought that nene would have her first Thanksgiving without hearing Happy Thanksgiving from her daddy, but he called just right before he went to bed, and so... it was a good Thanksgiving.
Monday, November 19, 2007
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Thursday, November 15, 2007
(I was going to post some pictures of her, but I'm having problems with that too...)
For more than a month now, Sumahi had mastered the art of turning over. Which also means that she is no longer an idle eggplant that just sits in the middle of the bed. She is now an eggplant that rows around. Now that she tries to move around and explore her surrounding, it adds to my amusement and, of course, also adds to my worries.
Two nights ago, I was playing with Sumahi on the bed. I got thirsty so I got up to get a drink, so I stepped out while nene was lying down in the middle of the bed. As I was just finishing my water, I heard a loud "THUD" then nene crying. I said "uh oh " and ran into the room, and nene was lying on the ground. I checked her head, her neck, her back, and her limps, nothing seems broken, only a red mark on her forehead, which is probably what landed on the floor first. Luckily, it was only a bump in the head, though it give me a heck of a scare, and a big lesson to learn.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Saturday, November 10, 2007
After months of worrying, waiting, money saving and relationship negotiating
After days of walking, nipple circling, consoling, papaya eating and labor inducing
After hours of pushing, breathing, hand squeezing, and yelling for medication and centimeter checks
After minutes of bleeding, emerging, screaming, slapping, wrapping, measuring and weighing…
A baby is held before me
Small and cute in a way which can only be felt with a tear wetting the corner of your eye
Her eyes squeezed shut, and only opening in gasps and screams, coordinating in rhythm with her grabbing, barely bending fingers
Eyes, mouth, and hands moving in newborn unison to drink in the world around her
The nurse holding her carries a question as well
“What is her name?”
My mind scans quickly the list of names I had given the mother for her to pick from
It was an interesting collection of Chamorro verbs, nouns, adjectives and states of being, which could make fantastic or terribly awkward and stigmatizing Chamorro children names
Matatnga: Brave, valiant, fearless
Tokcha’: To stab or to spear
Chichirika: A bright red bird with a beautiful fan shape tail which is known to help children lose themselves in the jungle
Jessica, i nananpatgon-hu, my blessed beloved baby’s mama, chose two names, one for a boy, the other for a girl
As the “her” echoes delicately from the nurse’s lips and settles softly on the yawning mouth of my baby girl, the chosen name slowly begins the long crawl to the front of my mind
More than 500 years ago, men would have gathered their nets, lines and canoes at the ocean’s edge, and women their fosiños and seeds at the jungle’s edge
They would have spoken this word to capture the movements of the moon, the patterns of fish and the tendencies of the soil and earth for planting and harvesting their crops.
More than 300 years ago, a man stands atop a cliff overlooking a hastily built and nervously defended Spanish fort
Before him stand hundreds of similarly uncertain Chamorro warriors
This man pierces the night sky with his spear, its tip revealing to all the ever brightening moon, and he would use to word to remind all of the auspiciousness of this night and it being right for an attack
More than 100 years ago, a young man stands on one side of a river, his would-be beloved on the other, momentarily alone, washing the clothes of her family
Beneath a silent lemmai tree he plays his guitar quickly, his fingers looping around the language of the moon, of dreams, of love
He sings this word hoping to enchant his beloved, convince her to become his beloved, especially before her brothers return
As I hold my baby for the first time, the word “sumåhi” emerges from the exhausted fragments of my labor weary mind with all the force of a ghost which refuses to be forgotten
It crawls around my mental corners and contours and in between the molecules of my very blood, bringing with it the traces of a thousand voices which have spoken it, passionately embraced it, or indifferently recited it
The word rides a wave which bristles and breaks, reforming itself forward with the lifeblood of those who have reflected through it, relied upon it, spoken of love or loss with it, called others to work or battle with it, and made sense of nature, earth, the world
This multitude pushes downward my eyebrows and furrows my brow, transforming my face into an awkward image of reflected cuteness
It activates my arms, pulling my baby closer to my face
Her cute, newly there, barely breathing reminds me na sen dikike gui’
Kulang umomlat i patgon gi unu na kannai-hu
The nurse’s eyes remain rounded out, expectantly waiting for my girl’s name
Completely unaware of the typhoon powered history lesson which makes my hands tremble, but also assures me I will not let my baby fall
The name finally arrives at my lips, the cost of its landfall, a fresh tear appearing at the corner of my eye
“Her name is Sumåhi” I say at last, while my lips slowly form a kiss for her forehead
Monday, November 5, 2007
Sunday, November 4, 2007
There was a storewide sale at KMart today, 10-20% off everything. So my mom and I went happy shopping at KMart for nene's toys. We bought her a musical stacking toy, a toy phone which teaches the ABCs and the 123s, a pushing walker/cart, and an ExerSaucer. The ExerSaucer came unassembled, I had to spend a good hour putting it together. Nene loves it, so no complaints here. As soon as it was assembled, I put her in it, and she started putting everything there in her mouth. I hope that it would keep her occupied while I do my chores.
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Friday, November 2, 2007
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Gaige yu’ på’go gi san lagu ya umeskuekuela yu’ giya San Diego para iyo-ku Ph.D.
Kada diha sen mahalang yu’ para i hagga-hu.
Duranten i summer, humami para dos meses giya Guahan, ya kumetåta yu’. Mutung i take’ i nene, ya pao’ma’aksom i te’lå-ña, lao chekle’ i mata’-ña. Gof kapas na chekle’ i nene-hu. Kada na hu hohgue gui’, kada na hu nginge’ i fasu-ña, kada na hu atan i litratu-ña siha, masakke’ i hinagong-hu!
Hu diseseha mohon na ya-miyu este na blog.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Sumåhi is a very curious, active, alert baby, which is great, for her pace at learning seems to be pretty fast. However, it is a problem when it comes to her sleeping. It is so difficult to put her to sleep. At one time she would be falling asleep after rocking her for 30 minutes, then she would get distracted by a picture, an object, a sound, and suddenly became all alert again. She would always refuse to go to sleep even when she is sleepy as long as there is something interesting going on. My mother called her a wild baby. Have you ever seen a baby with dark circles? Just look at Sumåhi.
Yesterday is still near,
Tomorrow is yet far away,
Listen to the silence of the night.
The night breeze kisses the coconut leaves
Leaving me drunk by the soft, sandy beach.
Thirst drives me down to the water
Where I drink the Moon’s reflection.
Now I glaze up into the heavens
As the moon completes her waxing,
Totally lost in love with her true self.
The silhouette of coconut leaves against the full moon.
The stars that guide the navigators whose travel in the ocean.
The warmest glow in the dark, frosty night.
In her light,
I found strength.
In her beauty,
I found my only bond with the heavens.
In her love,
My life became complete.
She leads my way
As I lead hers,
We walk towards the heavens
Which embrace us with great warmth.
I found Home.