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Tuesday, 01 August 2006

I've Moved

Hi Everyone,

Hope you're all well. I'm sorry I haven't blogged in ages. Since my last blog on Xanga I've become a mommy of 2 and so much more. I've moved my blog to a new location. So please come read, comment, and keep in touch. The site is still a work in progress...

http://web.mac.com/thenguyenfamily

Monday, 06 February 2006

MY BABY BELLY

Some pictures of our little prince and princess ready to arrive.

Saturday, 28 January 2006

TOILET HUMOR

I've been wanting to write this down, but haven't had the chance. Just a few funny incidences that involves bodily functions...

A couple of weeks ago I was cooking in the kitchen when Miles ran up to me all excited and said, "Mommy! I poopooed and THUNDER came out!!!" Haha! This was after a big storm when he got really excited about hearing thunder.

Then the next day he went with me to a prenatal appointment. I did the usual routine and went into the restroom where I had to pee in a cup (I'm sorry if you didn't want to know that). Or course...Miles wouldn't let me out of his sight and came with me. After I collected the specimen he looked at me very proudly and loudly proclaimed "Good job Mommy! That's a BIG one!!!" That would have usually been just funny to me, but as I walked out of the restroom, I realized how small the Dr.'s office was. So I believe everyone in the waiting room as well as the staff heard my son's comment. Hmmmm...I wonder what they thought I did in there.

Friday, 30 December 2005

PAINTING OVER MEMORIES

I've always noticed that I get emotional at the most unexpected of times (during stupid TV commercials) and remain stoic when everyone and their mother sobs (during youth camp campfires...back in the days). Today I experienced one of those unexpected moments of tears.

For the last several months I've been happily plotting the layout and colors of our new nursery. To keep the baby closer to the master room, Miles' old room will remain the baby room with new colors, fabrics, and perhaps a new layout. And Miles will be moved to the old guest room where there will be a big boy room to grow up with him. He's already transitioned himself there for the last 6 months living in all the old guest room amenities.

I am soooo excited about the new baby and new rooms! This morning we rushed off to Home Depot to pick up the new paints and tools. After spending part of the afternoon removing everything from Miles' old nursery, I spent the evening taping up all edges, chair rails and baseboards. I was putting the last piece of tape on the baseboard when I looked up at Phuong and said "Oh CRAP!". "What?!" "I never took pictures of Miles' nursery!...Ever!" Then the realization that this is no longer Miles' baby room suddenly came down on me like a ton of bricks. I got all choked up.

I LOVED Miles' baby room. We were so darn proud when we finished it. Phuong had done the chair rails and the crown moulding all by himself, and I've never grown tired of the two tones of silvery blues we picked for the walls to this very day. So as I starting painting the new dusty rose over the blue I started to cry. I never thought I'd be so sad! I've been so excited about everything new that I've forgotten to savor our memories. The thought of Miles growing up so fast and coming out of his babyhood became suddenly unbearable.

Throughout the night Miles climbed in and out of his old crib and played with his aquarium that still hangs on the side of the crib. He flipped through his old baby albums and named everyone he recognized, but referred to himself as only "baby". It was so cute that he remembers nothing about how all this used to be his. Those old tunes from the aquarium conjured up memories of the days when they used to lull him to sleep or the mornings when the music would come on telling us that he is awake and Phuong would drag himself out of bed to go bring him to me. A flood of memories came to me as I continued to paint and the blue room became more and more pink.

This unexpectedly and unceremoniously marks a brand new chapter in all of our lives. Phuong even reminded me later that Miles turned exactly 2 and a half years old today. His dimpled knuckles and chubby wrist rolls have been slowly going away and replaced by more refined languages skills, real life interests and a developing personality. I know that we have such great things to look forward to in the years ahead and I can't wait to meet our little girl, but I'm allowing myself the moment to wallow in the bittersweetness of sentimental nostalgia.

Tomorrow we're going to finish painting the nursery in dusty rose and brown and will be moving on to paint Miles' big boy room. I'm very excited about all our design ideas and can't wait to implement them. But I'm so sad to see Miles' baby room go. I just wish it wouldn't be as bitter as it is sweet to grow up.

Taken right after I suddenly realized we have no real pictures of Miles' baby room.

Where the crib used to be.