Over the weekend, Jubilee began attempting to jump. She’s not very close to success. I can’t even explain it. Kinda like squatting during an earthquake?
Archive for August, 2006
Grammy and Poppa have a large desk bell. Jubilee likes to ring it. At one point, the bell was on the ground. Poppa was sitting in a chair nearby. Whimsically, he extended his foot and tapped the bell with his foot. Ding! Now and forevermore, Jubilee thinks it’s more fun to ring the desk bell with her foot.
I even tested her by putting the bell back on coffee table. She rang it once, then brought the bell to the floor so she could continue to ring it with her foot.
Jubilee’s top canine teeth are coming in! When she opens her mouth, you can see two extremely pointy white fangs coming out. Ouch!
Every time we drive north on Highway 85 (which is almost daily), we pass by the Almaden Expressway exit. And every time, Jubilee says “Ohhhhhh!” and points to the right, presumably the exit.
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We have no idea why. Some think she’s pointing to the Best Buy because it’s prominent building. No, because she makes her declaration well before the building. I thought maybe she likes the open field. But that seems so silly. And there’s nothing special about this particular exit. Our only conclusion is that the highway wall opens up at this point and she’s telling us that the wall is gone and she can now see things to her right. *shrug*
Yun Bon Yun Mong!
Or something like that. (The vowels ‘U’ and ‘O’ are long, like yoon and bone) Since Jubilee loves to clean up, my mom told me about this proverb. It means “The more help you get, the more work you get.”
…then you can fit your whole body through.” This is the sage advice from Gaun-Gaun, who used to squeeze through an iron gate and sneak through private property as a shortcut. Jubilee enjoys sticking her head through the outside deck railing. “If Jujube can fit her head through,” Gaun-Gaun says, “then she can definitely squeeze her shoulders through.” And considering Jubilee’s statistics (3rd percentile weight vs. 60th percentile head circumference), we definitely need to watch her when she’s on the upstairs deck!
Yesterday we spent some time decorating Jubilee’s room:
?¢‚Ǩ¬¢ hung up a rocking horse music box from Uncle Scot and Auntie Cyrena
?¢‚Ǩ¬¢ hung up her 50 Day Hand and Foot Prints
?¢‚Ǩ¬¢ brought in a 3-tier plastic corner shelf
?¢‚Ǩ¬¢ pulled out a kabillion of her stuffed animals from the closet and put them the shelf (and there’s still more)
One of the stuffed animals that we found was an adorable Gund Baby Bear from Grammy and Poppa. It plays Brahms Lullaby. We decided to put it in her crib.
In the middle of the night, I suddenly hear “Lullaby and goodnight…” followed by a piercing scream. Poor baby! She must’ve kicked the bear, which agitated the bear to play a little music, and thus frightening her to the nth degree. I ran in there and she was standing up, crying with great fear. I comforted her, put her back down, and took the bear out of the crib. Of course the bear started playing some more, so I had to physically remove it from the room.
Today is a lighter story. She found the bear and brought it to me, asking me to wind it up. She enjoyed it very much.
Then I have to take Jubilee to the bathroom. I tell her, “Let’s go to the bathroom.” She leaves the bear on the ground, waves good-bye, and walks a step away. The bear is still playing music. Then she turns to the bear and waves good-bye to it again. Another couple of steps. Good-bye! Walks around the corner. Peaks around the corner. Good-bye! Then runs to the bathroom.
It could be she was signing music. I have no idea. But it was certainly a precious memory. Even though this bear is wearing a nightcap and holding a blankie, I think I’m going to name him “Daytime Only Bear.”
Why was I so eager for her to recognize and sign “monkey?” She must now think she’s a monkey. (I know, according to the Chinese Zodiac, she is.) This morning I caught her trying to climb the oven. Not just play with the bar, like she usually does. But I watched her lift her leg up, attempting to scale the oven like it was Half Dome. Silly girl!
What would we do without Uncle Scot and Auntie Cyrena?
First of all, thank God for them! Before bathtime, I prayed with Jubilee, asking God to help her with getting her face wet. She cries miserably when we wash her hair. It’s not the soap, it’s the water. I think she doesn’t like it getting in her eyes. Or her ears.
She was doing fine in the tub with her toys and bubble bath. But when we began wetting her hair, the crying began. So I started thinking, She needs something she can watch or hear. I wasn’t about to bring our computer into the bathtub. While David continued to bathe her, I ran to her toys and considered lugging her Elmo’s Sing & Teach Table into the bathroom.
Then I found Elmo Knows Your Name. This is an Elmo that just doesn’t stop talking (provided you squeeze his hand intermittently). Jubilee was fascinated and her crying stopped!
So maybe we should really be thanking God for Sesame Street?
Today Jubilee officially signed monkey. I think she signed it earlier this week, but today, no doubt about it, she looked at the monkey on her bib and with a huge grin signed “monkey.” This sign is important to me because it’s her Chinese animal.
