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10.21.2003 Communicating with Grandma / Parent Log

Time is truly just flying by these days. One moment we're having a baby, in the blink of an eye, it's now weeks later. I guess it's true what they say about enjoying every minute you have with babies, because time flies by so fast.

I think it has something to do with two things – one, how busy one is and two, how chronologically old a person is. It's all proportional. I truly believe so. Actually, this should be an amendment to the Theory of Relativity, the Time Series. If I were Einstein, this is what I would do. (Actually, if I were Einstein ... um, it would just be so cool).

So, I was saying, time flies.

Elizabeth's mom and grandma were here to help out with the baby, and it has been great. It was only for three weeks and before we knew it, three weeks has already gone by. We were fortunate however, seeing how at the last minute, Grandma (I call her Grandma too) has decided to stay with us until Thanksgiving. Like I was saying, she has been a great help and I’ve been able to get a lot of pointers from her.

Communication as been difficult at times, Grandma is a very sweet elder lady, but she only speaks Vietnamese, so my communication skill set has dwindled down to hand gestures and grunting sounds at the toughest of times -- it's almost like an advanced game of charades. I have to say though, it has been pretty effective.

Thanks to Elizabeth, I actually can say a few things in Vietnamese. It's very limited though to things like, "I love you," and "Come here and squeeze my little *ss my little Princess," but I'm not sure of any of these phrases would be appropriate in this situation.

There’s nothing like the times when Baby Megan is in my arms and she starts intensely crying. I'm dumbfounded as what to do. I turn to Grandma and say, "hmm argh," and it's understood, but I guess if anyone hands you a crying baby, its meaning is universal. Meanwhile, I take notes and I'm better prepared the next time. Baby training at its best.

Grandma has been great. One of the toughest times was when we went grocery shopping together and Elizabeth stayed home with Megan. We were to go to three different stores, depending on the items available. Grandma had a grocery list, but it was written in Vietnamese, so basically, I had to go on instinct.

As expected, my gestures only went so far. The most advanced phrase I was able to pull off was, "I'll put these bags in the car while you stay in this store and shop. I'll be right back." (Yeah, I'm thinking this is pretty good too).

After returning from the car, Grandma motioned to me several times. All I could tell was that she wanted something in a bowl. I whipped out the cellular (my personal phone, I like to call this device) and dialed Elizabeth, the trusty translator. The answer came back, "She wants a box of Mushroom flavored Vegetarian noodles."

Yes, once again, it's all about the gadgets.

Earlier, I mentioned something about Megan crying. I've come to find out this means one of the common things -- she's needs her diaper changed, she's hungry, or she wants to be comforted. I'm learning a lot and fatherhood is an interesting journey. It's a lot of work and also very rewarding. Between these times of crying fits, comes some very peaceful times full of innocence.

We’ve been taking a lot of photos lately to help preserve some of these moments. I decided to post one of these on the site for it was just so unique. The photo was taken while I was readying Megan sitting in my lap to look at the camera. Elizabeth caught this unique snapshot of Megan and I noticing each other.

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...One thing is that no matter how old I am, I probably will not like being called sir or mister, for they have always seemed too far out of reach...

  

 
 

 
 

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