So after the park, I stopped in the supermarket for a forgotten item, went to the check out and the cashier started the "is that your baby"
This is the third time for day, so I say yes quickly hoping she'll hurry up cause baby and I are tired and want to go home and nap. No luck
Homegirl decided to make a whole conversation outta how my son doesn't look like me.
Her: "He must look like his dad right?"
Me: I ignore her.
But she's the clueless type cause despite me clearly ignoring her, she asks again two more times! I finally said, no my son looks like me.
She looks at me with an attitude cause I guess she's not happy with my answer and says, "I don't think so, he doesn't looks anything like you."
Now like I said this is the 3rd time for today plus I'm tired so I stood there tempted to jump over the counter and bop her real good.
But no, instead I started chanting to myself, the power of buddha compels you, the power of buddha compels you, don't do it, don't do it.
And I just said I didn't ask you now did I? Then took my stuff and came home.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Weekend Adventure at H-Mart
Today we journeyed to NJ to do some shopping and visit with Auntie/ Mommy Lai. Last time we saw her Daniel was just about 3 months or so.
We kept making plans but either the weather, schedule conflict or just being to sleepy kept us from meeting.
But when I asked Lai where in NJ is an H-mart, she said about 15min from her. Well, I'm all for killing two birds with one stone so we planned to combine shopping and an overdue visit.
We kept making plans but either the weather, schedule conflict or just being to sleepy kept us from meeting.
But when I asked Lai where in NJ is an H-mart, she said about 15min from her. Well, I'm all for killing two birds with one stone so we planned to combine shopping and an overdue visit.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Blasian baby in the baby photo contest
I finally caving under the pressure to submit my son's photo into the Babytalk/Good Morning America cover contest for 2009. Since he was born I've heard I need to put him into contests and modeling.
I've been taking a strong stance against any of these suggestions.
Of course I think my son is adorable, and would love for the world to see his ultimate yumminess. But I'm sorta conflicted about pitting babies against each other. After all aren't all babies beautiful in there own way?
Well the answer should be yes. But it seems there's always some study done which supports popular opinion that mixed race babies are the cutest.
So can someone tell me why most baby photo contest tend to showoff mono-racial babies?
Is there a mixed race baby photo contest I'm not aware of that I should be entering? Because I'm not 100% on board with pitting my little mixie against single race babies. I don't think you can even offer a fair comparison.
I dunno...maybe I just look for issues with everything. After all this is suppose to be a positive and happy thing right? I mean if we get into the finals then we can get some great prizes along with exposure... exposure that will bring the reality of mixed race blasian babies to the masses! *insert diabolic laughter*
But wait...why is my little one the only blasian baby in this contest anyway?! I took some time to check thru the photos of the different babies just to see if I could find another biracial child.
Now I could be wrong cause some of those kids gave me pause... racial speaking...but for the sake of my argument I'm going to say I think he was the only black and asian child...so far. I can only hope I can talk another mom of a blasian into entering (www.parenting.com/babytalk/covercontes).
I feel entering this contest will be a good thing whether we win or not. If we don't put ourselves and our community out there for society to become aware then our voices and images will remain in the background. What a shame that would be.
I've been taking a strong stance against any of these suggestions.
Of course I think my son is adorable, and would love for the world to see his ultimate yumminess. But I'm sorta conflicted about pitting babies against each other. After all aren't all babies beautiful in there own way?
Well the answer should be yes. But it seems there's always some study done which supports popular opinion that mixed race babies are the cutest.
So can someone tell me why most baby photo contest tend to showoff mono-racial babies?
Is there a mixed race baby photo contest I'm not aware of that I should be entering? Because I'm not 100% on board with pitting my little mixie against single race babies. I don't think you can even offer a fair comparison.
I dunno...maybe I just look for issues with everything. After all this is suppose to be a positive and happy thing right? I mean if we get into the finals then we can get some great prizes along with exposure... exposure that will bring the reality of mixed race blasian babies to the masses! *insert diabolic laughter*
But wait...why is my little one the only blasian baby in this contest anyway?! I took some time to check thru the photos of the different babies just to see if I could find another biracial child.
Now I could be wrong cause some of those kids gave me pause... racial speaking...but for the sake of my argument I'm going to say I think he was the only black and asian child...so far. I can only hope I can talk another mom of a blasian into entering (www.parenting.com/babytalk/covercontes).
I feel entering this contest will be a good thing whether we win or not. If we don't put ourselves and our community out there for society to become aware then our voices and images will remain in the background. What a shame that would be.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
The breast feeding countdown
While breast-feeding today I struggled to get my son to stay on the breast longer then a few scattered minutes. He's always distracted by something he sees or hears which makes it struggle some days.
As he tried to see what's happening on the computer screen...don't know what he was looking for cause nothing was happening.... I asked him not to waste my milk cause I don't produce as much as I use to. It's in short supply these days. Sayn that statement aloud gave me pause and then made me very sad cause it's very true.
Ever since Daniel discover food he's more interested in eating then nursing during the day. I still try to keep the nursing bond going. I enjoy that special time for just him and I.
I typically try for the minimum of 10mintues hoping it will be enough to keep my milk going till he reaches the one year mark. But it's getting less and less as he grows, cause he nurses more for comfort then he does for feeding.
I've tried pumping to keep the supply up but ran into a struggle with him taking a bottle. In the end all that pumping, storing, freezing and whatnot seemed like to much trouble. So here I am counting the days down
I guess the thing that bothers me is my changing role in this. From conception I've been the one whose provided nourishment directly from my body. For 10 months my mind was trained to eat well cause I have to feed the baby. Then once my son was born I may have changed how I fed him, but it was still directly from my body. Also the healthy eating mindset was still in place. I needed to watch what I eat and drank cause I feed the baby.
But now the baby is learning to feed himself. I am no longer the provider of direct nourishment. This makes me very sad and I'm struggling with my role change. I always want to be able to provide for my son.
While I comfort myself with the fact I still feed him and will for a long time to come...my plate is his taste testing ground...the food connection we share is now on a different level.
I understand this is part of him growing up and becoming an independent individual. I mean how many breast-feeding adult men do I know...not counting the perverts...still it's another sad mommy moment for me.
As he tried to see what's happening on the computer screen...don't know what he was looking for cause nothing was happening.... I asked him not to waste my milk cause I don't produce as much as I use to. It's in short supply these days. Sayn that statement aloud gave me pause and then made me very sad cause it's very true.
Ever since Daniel discover food he's more interested in eating then nursing during the day. I still try to keep the nursing bond going. I enjoy that special time for just him and I.
I typically try for the minimum of 10mintues hoping it will be enough to keep my milk going till he reaches the one year mark. But it's getting less and less as he grows, cause he nurses more for comfort then he does for feeding.
I've tried pumping to keep the supply up but ran into a struggle with him taking a bottle. In the end all that pumping, storing, freezing and whatnot seemed like to much trouble. So here I am counting the days down
I guess the thing that bothers me is my changing role in this. From conception I've been the one whose provided nourishment directly from my body. For 10 months my mind was trained to eat well cause I have to feed the baby. Then once my son was born I may have changed how I fed him, but it was still directly from my body. Also the healthy eating mindset was still in place. I needed to watch what I eat and drank cause I feed the baby.
But now the baby is learning to feed himself. I am no longer the provider of direct nourishment. This makes me very sad and I'm struggling with my role change. I always want to be able to provide for my son.
While I comfort myself with the fact I still feed him and will for a long time to come...my plate is his taste testing ground...the food connection we share is now on a different level.
I understand this is part of him growing up and becoming an independent individual. I mean how many breast-feeding adult men do I know...not counting the perverts...still it's another sad mommy moment for me.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Caught Between a Mommy Rock and Hard Place
After a change of plans, I wondered how I could spend the rest of my day. I was already outside and the day was so beautiful and warm. Daniel was enjoying it and looked so cute in his fisherman hat. A true shame to return home now.
So I thought, since we're already in downtown brooklyn, we should go hangout on the Brooklyn Heights Promenade. That would be a great way to destress, try to tan Daniel and of course get a photo.
On the way I stopped in a neighborhood store for some refreshment. I grab my drink and head up to the counter to pay.
Ironically it's a Korean owned store with a older Korean women at the counter. As I'm paying the women starts talking to Daniel. Then she starts a convo with me
Korean counter lady: What's the name
Me: Daniel
Korean counter lady: Oh, it's a boy
Me: *frown* yes he's a boy
Korean counter lady: Oh so cute.
Me: Thank you. Say Annyeong Haseyo Daniel *paying and getting ready to leave*
Korean counter lady: Oh he's Japanese
Me: *blink, blink* No he's korean...well really Korean and Black *pointing to Daniel and then myself*
Korean counter lady: *stares at me* Uh huh
As I left the store I laughed at the thought of the Korean counter lady telling her family about the black women who came into the store with a Japanese child trying to say first he was HER baby and then he was black AND korean.
As we rolled onto the promenade I saw a mixed group of women with children. One group of mothers with their kids. The other group of babysitters with their kids.
Where would I sit? Who can I be friendly with? Honestly I stood there for a few seconds cause I was struck with the option and what it might led to.
If I sit with the moms will they wonder why a baby sitter is in the mommy section? Will I have to explain in detail with DNA diagrams how genetics work and YES he really is my baby? Hmm
If I sit with the babysitters will they shun me after learning I am not part of the "lets complain about our bosses" club? Will I need to convince them that I'm not a spy and I'm just a regular person like them? Hmm
As I stood there looking at them, they sat there looking me waiting for me to choose an alliance. Hmm.
I'm wasn't up to dealing with the social politics today so I made my way to an empty bench away from both groups. There I enjoyed the sun, the smell of the sea and Daniels warm baby kisses. What a great end to the day.
So I thought, since we're already in downtown brooklyn, we should go hangout on the Brooklyn Heights Promenade. That would be a great way to destress, try to tan Daniel and of course get a photo.
On the way I stopped in a neighborhood store for some refreshment. I grab my drink and head up to the counter to pay.
Ironically it's a Korean owned store with a older Korean women at the counter. As I'm paying the women starts talking to Daniel. Then she starts a convo with me
Korean counter lady: What's the name
Me: Daniel
Korean counter lady: Oh, it's a boy
Me: *frown* yes he's a boy
Korean counter lady: Oh so cute.
Me: Thank you. Say Annyeong Haseyo Daniel *paying and getting ready to leave*
Korean counter lady: Oh he's Japanese
Me: *blink, blink* No he's korean...well really Korean and Black *pointing to Daniel and then myself*
Korean counter lady: *stares at me* Uh huh
As I left the store I laughed at the thought of the Korean counter lady telling her family about the black women who came into the store with a Japanese child trying to say first he was HER baby and then he was black AND korean.
As we rolled onto the promenade I saw a mixed group of women with children. One group of mothers with their kids. The other group of babysitters with their kids.
Where would I sit? Who can I be friendly with? Honestly I stood there for a few seconds cause I was struck with the option and what it might led to.
If I sit with the moms will they wonder why a baby sitter is in the mommy section? Will I have to explain in detail with DNA diagrams how genetics work and YES he really is my baby? Hmm
If I sit with the babysitters will they shun me after learning I am not part of the "lets complain about our bosses" club? Will I need to convince them that I'm not a spy and I'm just a regular person like them? Hmm
As I stood there looking at them, they sat there looking me waiting for me to choose an alliance. Hmm.
I'm wasn't up to dealing with the social politics today so I made my way to an empty bench away from both groups. There I enjoyed the sun, the smell of the sea and Daniels warm baby kisses. What a great end to the day.
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