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Written by beeber on November 21, 2008 – 10:10 am -anZel: Do you need me to mow the lawn?
mum: yes please
anZel: how about trimming?
mum: that’s great. Thank you.
anZel: blow the leaves…
mum: sounds great. You are our gardener.
anZel: No! I am anZel.
ObAmA
Written by beeber on November 4, 2008 – 10:32 pm -Arden and I arrived at the polling station at around 6:50 am. We were #10 and #11 in line. She was the first 10.5 month old there.
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there yet?
(9 minutes after the presidential announcement)
Translation:
Obama! Obama! Obama!
Obama! Obama! Obama!
Obama won!
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Written by beeber on October 13, 2008 – 8:44 am -mum: I am sorry that I made a mistake. We can’t go to the museum today.
anZel: Why?
mum: It’s because they are closed on Mondays.
anZel: So we can’t go in?
mum: That’s right. The door is closed.
anZel: Why don’t we use the key to open the door?
mum: We don’t have the key for the door.
anZel: Yes, we do. (running to the mailbox key) There it is.
mum: That’s for our mailbox not the museum.
anZel: I will bring the key down and open the museum door, ok?
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Written by beeber on September 25, 2008 – 4:45 pm -mum: Look, anZel. Arden poops just like you.
anZel: But I don’t poop in the diaper.
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Written by beeber on August 27, 2008 – 10:31 am -anZel: What are those?
mum: What do you mean?
anZel: What are those?
mum: Oh, you mean all the toys in the trunk of the car?
anZel: Yes
mum: Well, those are toys you and your sister don’t need. We are going to give them to someone.
anZel: Who are we going to give them to?
mum: My co-worker’s grandson, Matthew.
anZel: What about the other kids?
mum: oh..we will figure out other toys to give them.
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Written by beeber on July 30, 2008 – 4:01 am -mum: Remember this music. It’s four season by Vivaldi.
anZel: He is dead. That’s why we play his music.
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Written by beeber on July 8, 2008 – 4:44 pm -While giving anZel a bath last night, he suddenly stuck his stomach out like a pregnant woman.
mum: What are you doing?
anZel: Like the Teletubbies. (he motioned to stick his tummy out again..)
打招呼
Written by jlz on June 29, 2008 – 5:53 pm -mum: 我們去跟姐姐打个招呼
anZel: 不要
mum: 為什麼？
anZel: 會痛！
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Written by beeber on April 16, 2008 – 10:06 pm -Grandma Helen: anZel, Friday is your birthday.
anZel: It’s my birthday. It’s not Pao Pao’s (Grandma’s) birthday…it’s not mum’s birthday.
Grandma Helen: That’s right. Your mum gave birth to you on that day. That’s why it’s called birthday. You were in mum’s tummy.
anZel: I hid in mum’s tummy. I came out.
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Mum: anZel, get in your dinosaurs pj quickly
anZel: Where are the dinosaurs?
Mum: Umm…because there wasn’t enough food for dinosaurs. They all died.
anZel: Dinosaurs, eat more
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Written by beeber on April 13, 2008 – 10:00 pm -anZel is beginning to grasp the idea of circle of life. When the cut tulips’ petals started to fall around the vase, I told him that the flowers had reached the end of their lives. He was obviously distorted by this information. He was afraid to touch the discoloured petals. I had to place one on my face to show him that it was all right to touch it.
anZel and I went to a pet store for the first time today. He saw cats, gerbils, rats, birds and snakes. When we came to the aquarium, he was quite fascinated with all the fish. Because Auntie Amy gave him a book with Clown fish (Not Nemo), he enjoyed checking them out for in real life. Then we came upon a tank with all sorts of fish, except there was an unlucky fellow who laid motionless in the bottom of the tank.
mum: This fish is dead. That’s why it’s not moving.
anZel: This fish is dead. These are alive and swimming.
mum: That’s right.
anZel: This fish is dead.
mum: That’s right. It can’t swim any more.
anZel: Come on. Swim (wanting desperately for the fish to come alive again)
mum: I am sorry, anZel. The fish is dead. It can’t swim.
anZel gently touched the tank to comfort the dead fish.