Well

Tired this eve. Had dins with nana after picking up Jake. Didn't go to omma's office b/c we took two cars. Jakers was great at dinner, well-behaved and ate well. Slept well as well. Well, think I'll, well, rest well now.

Song of the Day: X-Ray Spex: Oh Bondage Up Yours!

Omma's Birthday

Omma's bday today. Since yesterday was the dinner, today was kinda mellow. We picked up omma, headed home and I made grilled cheese to go with nana's chicken soup. Omma's still sick, so we hung low.

One thing that wasn't normal was Jakey's behaviour. He's definitely reaching some kind of stage. He knows exactly what we're saying to him, but he's testing us a lot lately. Today he took my wallet and I wanted it back. He likes to empty it out, which is a major hassle, plus it's not a toy. I told him to give it back and he hugged it tighter, telling me he wasn't going to return it. I want to be consistent with him so I wouldn't leave him alone until he gave it to me. It was fascinating, he looked at me with total knowledge of what I was saying, but defied me. Surprise, but I won. He only fussed a bit after that as he knew what the right thing to do was. As an aside, the formatting of the blog is bothering the hell out of me. Even though I hit 'return' after this sentence, it still won't create a space. AAAArrrrrggggh!

Song of the Day: They Might Be Giants: No!

Pre-Birth

Whew. Juts got back from omma's birthday outing at Bucca di Beppo's. The company (Leah, Odin, Leah's dad, Matt, Kate, Cyndy, Eric, Sunhee and Lina) was great, but overall it was rough. One of those dinners that just was weird from the beginning. The waiter wasn't around, he didn't organize the birthday song, and Jake was not having the sitting down stuff. Can't blame him, sometimes he'll just be bored sitting there. I took him out several times. Once I just spoke to him like he was older, like he should understand why he has to sit nicely. It was interesting, I gave my talk, he listened and answered "yes" to every one of my questions. I asked if he was ready to sit and eat. He said yes, and he did. He ate, very well, and then wanted to get up again. Overall it was more the restaurant's fault than his.

Song of the Day: Peter Tosh: Get Up, Stand Up

Cowardly

This AM we went through our usual routine and left a little late at 6:40-ish. When we opened the door there was a type-written note taped to it from "Your friendly neighbor" about a child who is "making noise at 6:30 AM." Apparently the "child" is waking them up. I was pissed on so many levels. Too many to recount here, but the biggest being that the person(s) who wrote it were not brave enough to knock on our door and talk to us. I would gladly listen to anyone's complaints about noise, but the note on the door just makes me want to rebel. I don't want to spend too much time bothering with this, but it did ruin my day when it really shouldn't have. Jake is TWO and cannot control when he laughs, cries, smiles, or pouts! Enough said.

I took the Jakers to the park after picking him up. It was fun. He's a real good, sweet kid. He really is, which makes the whole note thing that much more bothersome. Actually, it's omma's bday week and the general mood is pretty bummed b/c she's sick. Life treats you to all kinds of up and downs and sometimes they come in spurts, affecting your whole life in every way. That's happening now and it happens to be going on with all of us at once.

Sigh.

Song of the Day: The Cure: Disintegration

iDon't Know

Back to the regular Monday schedule. Picked up Jake, brought him to omma's,* then we went home. Stopped at Frog House for some chow (sundubu, kimchi-chigye, and chok-bal) and partook upon hitting the jip.

Even though Jakers is still sick, he's in great spirits these days. He's having a grand old time running and laughing. In the past month or so he's been taking my glasses off my face, folding them, and putting them in my shirt (through my collar). He then searches for them in my shirt. Honestly this has been bothering me b/c I immediately can't see a thing. It's one of those moments where I realized there is no reason to lose my cool, but I always felt annoyed. Tonight I decided to play and I acted like he was tickling me while he was looking for the glasses. He loved it and giggled uncontrollably. Problem solved.

Song of the Day: Bran Van 3000: Problems

*I've been using "mom" instead of "omma" for posts thus far. Jake, however, uses "omma" (and calls me "appa") so I've decided to switch. Note taken.

The Long and Winding Weekend

Not only did I not post on Friday, I didn't even take a picture! My apologies Jakey. It was a long day and I didn't get home until late. Jake went with omma and nana to eat dinner while I went to the baseball game. Apparently it didn't go well. He was fussy the whole time. They left early actually. Jake wasn't feeling well and we thought he was getting sick. He woke up Saturday OK, although he does have a cold.

Saturday was long and fun. Ohana Music in the AM. Jake was pretty active this week and behaved well. I love watching him interact with the other kids. There are too many though, they shouldn't have such a large group. Afters we met nana, went to Target and had lunch in Kapolei, where we went to a store for organizing stuff. In the afternoon we went to the AMST picnic for a short time. Omma wanted to meet Sunhee, so I went to the baseball game. Afters I went over to their place. It was 9:00 and Jake was still awake. He was obviously tired, but kept playing. He eventually went into Lina's room and laid in her bed (she was sleeping in the living room). Jake asked me to lay next to him and I sang while he fell asleep. It is and will be one of the greatest memories I have with him. Incredible.

Today was Leah's baby shower. Jake got to play with a lot of friends so he was happy. He was also pretty fussy too though. He threw a couple of tantrums, mostly for not getting what he wanted. Worries me when that happens. Don't like to see him so emotional. Seems like it was just a today thing though. I hope that's the case.

Song of the Weekend: The Verve: Lucky Man