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So when I picked up the kids yesterday, I find out that Mykaela punched Pietro's brother in the stomach. Mykaela and Pietro get along great in kindergarten. I call him the male version of Mykaela. He's a very smart boy, although I do think he's a bit loose with his language. I've been there to pick up Myk from kindergarten, or drop her off before, so I have noticed that as Pietro's mom is waiting, her younger son does run around, weaving through legs and acting like he just ate a 1.0 lb bag of sugar. Sometimes he runs around the corner of the school, and his mom has to chase him back since she can't see him. So anyway, I guess right before they went into their class, Myk punched this little brother in the stomach. I'm not sure how hard, but he was able to scream to his mom that Mykaela punched him in the stomach. From what I heard from Linda, Myk knew she was in the wrong and ran right into the classroom. Linda had to yell at her to come back outside to apologize.


I was mad. Totally not impressed that my daughter did that! What in the world would make her just up and punch a 3 year old? She knew I was mad. For once, she shed real tears. Every child does not want their parent to be disappointed in them, and that I was. You see, I'm in a bit of a predicament. If something like this happens, I feel a pang of guilt and wonder if she's acting out because of the separation, and not seeing her father. I don't think so, but it totally could be a possibility. But since my daughter's temperment is sooooooo much like mine, where she won't talk about it....I just can't get it out of her. She told me finally that Pietro's brother was teasing her, and I asked how, and she said he kept saying he won. Excooooose me...that was why you punched a 3 year old?!?!? I told her that she pretty much just proved that she was a bully. Only bullies would try to hurt someone younger than them. And I said that if I ever heard that someone punched her or Colton, I (as a mother) would be incredibly angry about it, so I can imagine how mad Pietro's mom must be. I made her go to bed super-early. Prior to that I made her write a letter to the gist of:

Dear Pietro's mom,

I'm sorry that I hit Pietro's brother. My mom had a talk with me, and I know it was wrong of me. I won't ever do it again.

Mykaela.

Amy had a chuckle that I had no clue what anyone's name was. But really...I seriously have no clue, or care to know. I'm not a SAHM, and I don't plan on having any play groups with any of them. Till the day that Myk plays at their house, or vice-versa, then I'll deal with it.

Anyway, I told Linda to make sure that Mykaela handed the note to Pietro's mom herself.

Gosh, I don't know. From what Myk tells me, it seems like she plays with the boys in her kindergarten class more than the girls. I know she always talks about Pietro and Corey. She talks about the girls too, but I have a feeling that she finds the girls a bit boring. My girl is girly and can play dolls and such, but she can also get bored all of a sudden. She likes running around more, and so sometimes she navigates to the boys. And you know how it is...all the boys want to do is play Power Rangers. Probably where she got the punching from. Geez. Anyway, I guess I'll hear how it went when I pick them up today.

So I took the day off work yesterday. It was so nice. I dropped the kids off at their daycare, and then I headed to the passport office...to get another passport (remember, my dad can't find my other one). Too funny. Now it's funny. Anyway, I waited only 10 minutes in the queue. Such a far cry from the frenzy of before. So after that, I decided to head to Toys R Us to see if I can finish my shopping. All I needed were two gifts from Colton (one from me, and one from Santa). So I'm waking into the mall when I get this huge unbelievable rush that I have "me time"...that I can go into a store without feeling rushed, and worrying about whether my son is going to be cooperative or not. A mildly liberating moment.

So I was going to get him this Hot Wheels 2-level garage thing, since it was on sale for $29.99 and I know he'd love it. But then I realized it would be smarter to get him something like that for when we have our own place. It's just too much of a pain-in-the-butt when we're still at my brothers'. So perused around, and located a Spiderman figure that has this thing on his back with 4 levers that controls each limb. So it can kick and punch. I thought he would get such a kick out of it. Mind you, I'll have to make sure he doesn't use it in front of the dogs' faces (which I can pretty much bet he'll do). Then I ended getting him a Transformer. Optimus Prime.

I still remember when my brothers played with them. It's for 5 years or older, but I know how Colton always wants to play with one that Anthony has in his room. Plus I figure it's a toy that really won't get in the way. I got to the till and was shocked at the price!!! I couldn't find a price tag near it, but just loved the idea of it so much. But even after I found out, I didn't care. I just loved it, and I wanted to finish my shopping for the kids. It makes a noise too, when you press down on the button on his chest. This one changes into a mack truck thing. Very cool.

Had some time and hung out at home. And then I headed for my facial!!!!

So the Vancouver 2010 Olympic Mascots were announced today. There is even a site that goes through their profiles. I'm kind of surprised that they're so...Japanese-y cartoon-influenced, but I have to admit they're kind of cute. I wonder how they'll transpose into a life-size costumes? I think they're darn cute, but are such kitschy-cute cartoons that representative of Vancouver?

You drag your mouse over each individual character on the site, and they say their names in a cute-wee voice. Sumi sounds like "Sue me!"; Whenever I put it over Quatchi, he does some slo-mo low bear-growl, but when he says it, I visualize it as "Crotch-ie" (seriously, you keep making him say "crotchie" over and over, and it's somewhat sexual-predator--sounding) ; and Miga...just...it's voice is too cuuuuuuuuuuute. Like...overdose-cute. Then you click on the characters, and it brings you to their personal profile of likes and dislikes. You'd think you were checking out mates on "match.com" or something.

You knew they were going the native-route with the mascots. So yeah, two of them are basically native mascots with kitschy Japanese influences (???), and the other one is the Kokanee Beer representative.

I guess this one would be my "favourite" out of the 3. Visually, that is. "He wears the hat of the orca whale, flies with the wings of the mighty thunderbird and runs on the strong furry legs of the black bear." Basically he's a mesh of a bunch of native symbols/animals.



I thought it was a penguin at first glance. His profile says: "Sea bears are part killer whale and part bear. Miga is part Kermode bear, a rare white bear that only lives in British Columbia." So that explains that cowlick on top of it's head. This one is my least favourite. Still looks like a freakin' penguin to me.

"The sasquatch reminds us of the mystery and wonder that exist in the natural world, igniting our imagination about the possibility of fantastical creatures in the great Canadian wilderness." I don't mind this sasquatch. Notice how he's so 'cool' that on his right arm, he's got a "tattoo" of that other Olympic symbol...the one with the stacked up stones? He's kind of blobby-looking. Every time I think of sasquatch, I get a visual of the Kokanee Beer commercials with that ranger geek and those Kokanee babes going down the ski hill. If you've seen that commercial, you know what I mean.

"Crawwwwwww-tcheeeee"

Those three even have their own little marmot sidekick named Muk Muk. I've seen a real marmot, and they are really cute. Like a stuffed toy. Sounds like he's basically a cheerleader for the mascots.

So there you go. I hear that about 65% of people voted in dislike of our new mascots, but you know whatever they put out there, most people are going to complain. I'm not saying they're what I expected.

I mean, here are the mascots for the Beijing Olymics, and somehow the panda in the traditional chinese garb totally works for China.

Vancouver got a little complicated and overboard with the profiles on ours. But you know what...I have to say even though these kitschy cartoon-figures don't seem to be representative of our Vancouver in the visual-sense...they sure are darn cute. I just know that my kids will love them. You got the kids, and then you got the parents, right? I'm ok with them.

Was going to make dinner at home, but I had so much to do. First I had to head to Mykaela's dance school because I wanted to make sure I got on the list to attend that Make-up Workshop. And I decided I would just buy one of their make-up kits. Supposedly it's an $85.00 value for $45.00. I figured it's just way easier for me to shell out the $45.00 and not have to go searching for separate make-up items they need. So yeah, I was pretty astounded. The eye shadows were actually colors I would use. But I panicked at the false lashes. I have nooooooooooo idea how to plop those on. I mean, I'm going to have to put them on Myk a few times so that she gets used to them. Do they feel weird when you have them on? I've never tried them. Anyway, her teacher also told me how I need to get her foundation that matches her skin tone. I tell her I thought they needed a white base face (since my daughter told me that), and she started cracking up. No white base. Phew!


Then I headed to the mall because I saw that there was a sale on Henckels knives at Zellers. This set usually goes for $69.99, and it was on sale half price for $34.99. I have nothing. So if I get "the call" that housing is available, then I don't want to have the shock of having absolutely nothing to bring to the new place. So I figured I'd buy things little by little. I went to a Zellers after work, and they told me that they ran out, and to get a Rain Check. But I hate being bothered with Rain Checks. If I know I want something, then I want it now. So I picked up the kids, did the thing at the dance school, and then headed to the mall closer to my home to check out that Zellers. I found it and was so excited. There were about 4 of those blue boxes left, and they all looked the same. I noticed that it said "Eversharp II", and when I got to the register, it rang up on sale as $89.99! Yeah, did not want to spend that much on knives, so I told her to take that off the bill. Then took the kids to eat at the KFC in the Food Fair. Stubborn me wanted to check again, so I went back to Zellers. Decided to ask a employee there, and he pretty much brushed me off and told me to get a Rain Check at the cashiers. Doofus. So I went back by myself, and saw the remaining blue boxes, and noticed that these ones just stated "Eversharp". And they turned out to be the ones. Geez, they all looked the same. So...got my knives. Totally satisfied.
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So we're driving home, and Colton for some reason says "Daddy". And Myk says how she misses her dad. And I tell her I'm sorry, and that I wish I knew how to contact her dad. And she tells me how she spoke to my mom on the weekend, and that my mom told her that her dad has his issues, and it has nothing to do with Myk or Colton. And Myk goes: "And Por-Por says that I can talk to God. Anytime. Mom, what's God?" Yeah...that was tricky. I explained a bit, but even I knew I couldn't really explain it well enough. I have no religion. My mom was raised Roman Catholic. So yeah, I've never been to church (except a couple of times with people)...but...I do believe in God. Totally. There's nothing for my daughter to grab at, to reassure her, except for me and my mom's explanations of why her dad is missing. So she's always repeating those exact words. That her dad is confused, has nothing to do with her, and he has to figure things out in his life. I called my mom later, and she told me on the weekend, that Myk suddenly said how she missed her dad and worried about him. My mom talked to her, but she said she could see that Mykaela was "dramatizing" her emotions a bit. I knew exactly what my mom meant. I know Myk does worry about her dad, and feel sad, but sometimes she acts it out a bit. That's why I always say how even at 5, she's soooooooo like me. She files her feelings down somewhere deep inside her, and deals with it emotionally on a logical-level. Really, she sees no point in crying, but yet she will pretend to force some tears out because she just thinks she should. You can literally see her forcing tears out. Squeeking them out. And my mom told Mykaela how she can always talk to me, and then Myk says that sometimes she doesn't want to talk to me about it, nor anyone else. YES....soooooooooooo like me. Crazy. So my mom tells her how she can talk to God, and he will always listen to her. And I guess Myk tells her that God is fake. And my mom is like: "No! He's not fake! I talk to God alot too. I talk to him all the time." So later on that night, I decided to tell Myk that God listens all the time if you don't feel like talking to actual people. That I have talked to God in my heart often, especially when Gung-Gung was going through his cancer scare. Myk truly looked sad, and so I knew she was taking it in, and really understanding a bit.

OK, so I went to her Dance School, and I couldn't find her dance slipper. So I'm heading to the dancewear shop after work today to pick her up a new pair. May as well get them to check whether she went up a size.

Now, I only take Mykaela to her lessons once a week, so I really don't keep up with the Dance School activities or news. It's a tiny space, and every time you go in there, it's a parade of parents trying to squeeze past each other. Plus I usually have Colton with me, so it's a zoo. So I'm in and out so fast. I read these notices posted on the wall about them selling a make-up kit, and something about make-up lessons. Well, on the way to the dance school, Myk tells me how I probably won't be happy because she has to put on make-up for when she dances in her year-end performance. I'm like: "I have no problem with you putting make-up on for dance performances". And she's like: "Yeah, for chinese dance, you'll probably have to make my face all white first." So I'm driving and my eyes dart in panic, because even though I think I'm pretty adept putting on my daily make-up...I really have no clue when it comes to putting on performance make-up!!! So when I got to the School, I also asked about when they make-up session is on. January. And I think I'm going to just buy that kit they offer for $45.00 (which they say at retail is $85.00). Oh, and I also have to learn how to do their hair. This total parent-participation thing is an adjustment for me...


PS: My kid isn't in the picture above, but to give you a slight clue on what they have to look like. Although I can't see that their faces are that pale...

A coworker recently had twin girls. The mom is Caucasian and the father is East Indian. They are the most cutest beebees. Their eyes are currently blue, and I'm not sure if they're set yet or not, or may get darker. Gosh, it's a wonder to hold a newborn. You forget how small they start out, and that they usually are the length from your hand to your elbow. And no...I don't have baby-pangs. I'm very happy with my only two ;) I was holding one, and another coworker was joking about me, and I'm like: "Yeah well, can't happen without a sperm donor now, would it?" Haha.

So last night I decided to wash Myk's tights and body suit (for her dance class). She usually always has her two dance slippers on the bottom of her backpack, but there was only one! She insists that she put both of them in there, and I totally believe her. There are times when Myk doesn't cinch her backpack close, and maybe it fell out. ???? It's weird, because her shoes are always on the bottom, so if anything were to fall out, it would first be her bodysuit, tights or skirt. So we're a little stumped. Anyway, after work we have to head to her School and check out their Lost & Found. Just in case, I phoned Limbers Dancewear to save a pair in her size in case we do have to end up buying another set. Man.

Colt is such a crazy child. My daughter is an incredible Drama Queen, and let's just say I call him my Drama King. I mean, he's not dramatic in the same sense that Myk is. Like if she falls while running, she will scream bloody murder. Colton, however, pretty much always fall when he runs (in that he never walks anyway)...and he just gets up and going again. However, he has this thing where when he doesn't get his way, or someone disagrees with him that he goes into this non-sensical rant. Like some mini Hitler going off...but yet you know he's acting (because sometimes he can't help but start cracking up). So yesterday on the car ride home, he did this. It's totally hilarious because it's all rant, and no sense. And suddenly he ends with "Toopid!". Ahhhhhhhh! OMG...I accidentally taught him that, and he totally knows how to use it. Crikeys. So now I'm doing the only thing I can do...which is to scold him for saying that 'bad word' and to not say it again. But like I said, my son is not like my daughter at that age. You told her not to say something in a stern enough voice, and she will never ever repeat it. Colton....yeah...not happening. But...I'm trying...to reverse what I taught him by mistake!!!!

So our weekend was nice. Typical. On Saturday my dad had a course in the morning, so we didn't head to dim-sum till almost 2pm. By that time it was past Colt's nap time, so once again, he fell asleep right after he ate.

Amy had her 'James Bond' party at The Vancouver Club that night. I guess they dress in formal wear, like Bond Girls. And I assume the guys would be in tuxes or something. I saw Amy and her friend Liz, and they looked gorgeous. They went to hang out at their friend Mel's house, and supposedly headed to the party around 10pm. They weren't there for 15 minutes when Amy got a bad feeling and headed to the washroom to find Liz. Poor Liz has some condition where she'll faint and become totally unconcious. I guess she can get a 'feeling' that it's coming, but it's pretty much unpredictable. It's happened quite a few times, and she was in the hospital for 2 consecutive weeks having tests done, but nothing came out of it. Anyway, so I guess Amy found Liz in a stall, knees cut up because she fainted on her glass (of wine or something). So Amy had to pretty much sit with Liz in the washroom till she was woke, which was almost around midnight. And she called Anthony to pick them up. So yeah, her night didn't turn out so great.

So my parents watched Mykaela on Sunday while I was at the Baby Shower. They took her to her dance lessons, and then to eat at White Spot afterwards. It was just warm coming home, and seeing how much my parents enjoyed my daughter's company, and vice-versa. While Myk was in her dance class, my parents were in Costco and found a dress for Mykaela to wear on Christmas. And it's soooooooo pretty. It was only $18.99...can you believe that!??!? The little fluer-de-lis accents on the pink dress are velvet with sparkles. The skirt actually balloons out a bit, but you can't tell in this shot. My parents are so sweet. I know they know it's financially tight for me.