4 going on 30
november 21, 2005
jasmine front & center with a firm hold on her sister's shoulders
i'm taking a break from writing about hawaii today but fear not, i will be picking it up again tomorrow as there are about 2-3 more entries on it at most to wrap up.
instead, i am sharing with you my niece, jasmine's 4th birthday party, that took place this past weekend. my brother and sisinlaw planned a fab party in one of those jumpy places. i've never been to one and wasn't planning on trying it out due to my vertigo. but when i walked in, kids were laughing, screaming, climbling with their parents right behind them in that crazy blown up playground. oddly enough, it was in a big industrial warehouse with stark gray cement walls and what looked like a box of crayola crayons exploding inside. :p
it was my first time seeing jasmine's school friends. she's been attending school for over a year now and is smart as a whip. it's actually kind of scary the number of things she knows. of course she's in that stage where she constantly asks questions in addition to "how" "why" "what" and "what if you don't?". it never dawned on me how much pressure it is to mold the brain of a child. to teach them the things you wish to pass on while not restricting them from thinking on their own. it was good though to finally see the little friends she tells me about when i ask her about school.
it's hard to imagine that she's 4 already. what seemed like months has literally been years. i remember the first day that i had to babysit her when she was 1 week old. it was downright scary. what did a girl like me know about diapers, baby wipes, wobbly heads, swaddling, heating up bottles and baby einstein? nothing to be exact but here i am 4 years later taking her out to have ice cream, boba, squid balls, mac & cheese and pancakes. here was someone who can sit there and hold a conversation with me, listened to what i say and absorbed everything in like a little sponge.
this little one is so.....gnawable. muhahaha.
i haven't written much about jasmine or sofia in recent days but i have been babysitting them on and off during the summer months. i got a really good taste of "motherhood" when my brother dropped them off at our house for about 4 days. it was so hard to take care of two kids at the same time. i really commend all you moms out there with more than 1 kid. it's tough business. after seeing so many parents around me, i really wonder if i will ever be a good parent to a child. i mean, how does one love your child and to not spoil your child at the same time? how does one know what to teach to your child about this world without scaring them about the ugliness of it all?
a story of how small the asian community in LA is...
so here i was at jas' birthday party when my brother introduces me to one of jas' schoolmate's father. after i took a look at him, i blurted out, "I KNOW YOU!" ok, maybe i didn't scream it to his face but i did say it firmly enough to strike fear in the poor man's heart.
"you do??" he asked me. it was obvious he had no idea who i was. he probably thought i was a stalker classmate he jilted in college or something.
"you're (insert his name here) right? we went to summer camp together. those church camps up in big bear!"
"you mean, camp up at pine summit?"
"what's your name?"
"WINNIE (insert last name here)!?"
"yes! oh my god, it's been like 20 (!) years but i have one of those photographic memories that remembers peoples faces."
how lame i was to profess that i have this freaky superheroesque talent of remembering people's faces like the back of my hand.
but it's a gift.
of course i got to thinking later that of course he knew my last name since it's the same as my brother's.
i'm not sure if he really did remember me or not or whether he was feigning politeness. but then again, it was very strange to see this guy who i recall in passing from my summer camp days. i just refrained from telling him that the girls in my church thought he and his friends were hot.
that would be a little awkward i think.
HA HA HA.
currently listening to: fujii fumiya, true love