So apparently she has the stomach virus.  According to the doctor, her tummy is rumbling like a volcano.  I've already done what I could- feed her crackers, dry bagel and Pedialyte.  Hopefully it will run (pun intended) its course in a day or two.  I can't take her smelly, in-the-middle-of-the-night shits anymore. 

 

I forgot to mention I went out with my two girlfriends, Julie and Karen, on Friday night.  We went to an Italian restaurant in the West Village and Julie managed to shop along the way back to my home (my feet was black and achey).  Good conversations, good food and good friends.  We vowed (again) to meet for dinner in a month.

Last night after picking her up from my parent's house, she had the runs.  This morning, again.  Looks like we're paying a visit to the doctor's office. 

Yesterday we were out celebrating my brother in law's birthday at Captree Park (near Jones Beach).  This is where party boats dock and take you out fishing (I once won a boat pool for catching the heaviest fluke).  They also have a fishing pier for fishing and crabbing, a kiddie playground and a beachy, picnic area with BBQ grills. 

 

Of course, my sister went all out on the BBQ.  She bought hot dogs, burgers, sausages, coldcuts, salads and portobello mushrooms.  Her neighbor brought squid on kabob sticks.  For dessert, my father made fruit salad, Judy's friend made slammin' cookies and for cake, Judy had Sara Lee pound cake with Redi-Whip, pre-cut bananas and strawberries with Bosco chocolate syrup (oof!).  And to think 20+ guests BARELY ate it all. 

 

Phil brought a wading pool for Sophia to play in and it kept her entertained for almost an hour.  The guys and gals played dodge ball.  Some went fishing and crabbing.  Most of the crowd drank sangria, beer and margaritas.  It was a looooong day at the BBQ!!!

 

Sophia has been waking up in the morning with poo.  At first, I was thinking it will go away and it's just soft poo, so she's okay.  At the BBQ, just when we were about to leave, she had a massive diarrhea explosion in her diaper.  I knew something was wrong with tummy.  This morning, AGAIN, she woke up with a bust in her diaper.  Aiyiyiyi.  I knew better to feed her Pedialyte and a plain toasted bagel instead of milk and granola.  If she doesn't get any better, I'm going to have to take her to the doctor's tomorrow. 

Sophia's morning diaper consisted of diarrhea.  For some odd reason, it had gotten onto her blankie, but nothing else.  It wasn't clumped in one spot.  It was sorta dotted around.

 

She had a t-shirt and long pants on with no sign of poo.  Her hands were clean too (and smelled clean).  None on her head or face.  Nor was there any poo smeared on her woh-woh (dog doll). 

 

So how did her blankie get shit stains and nowhere else??? 

I'm still not feeling well with my headaches coming and going whenever it fucking pleases, but at least, a ray of light has happened in the Sophia-dome...

 

 

I was so proud of her today, I took her out to buy the much promised balloon.  I just hope this continues to happen.  The thought of her wearing a diaper for the rest of the year will definitely take a hit on my wallet since I haven't worked for the Mrs. in over a month.  In other words, I gots NO INCOME.   More on this tomorrow or whenever the headaches subside. 

 

Since Phil's not home (or probably won't be until he retires in the next century) to give Sophia a bath (it's usually his time alone with her), I've gotta wash the stink outta her hair.  The girl can SOAK a pillow case in an air-conditioned room.  Unbelievable.

 

My bloody fucking head is pounding.  How did I inherit migraines and headaches all of a sudden???

Phil ran a five-mile, Father's Day race this morning.  I didn't want to spend an hour and a half waiting for him (he actually finished the race in 58 minutes), so Sophia and I had breakfast at a diner before driving to Central Park.  Sophia was entered in a kid's race and each kid received a blue ribbon and a tee-shirt.  She was more interested in going to the park than running with a bunch of kids her age.

 

We pretty much spent the day with the family- he went to dim sum with his family (I gladly stayed home and napped with Sophia) and we went out to dinner with my family (Danny Ng's restaurant was slammin' as usual).   A very low key day, just the way I like it. 

 

Happy Father's Day, Phil.  Learn how to say "no" and be FIRM to Sophia once in awhile, okay?

I don't understand why Sophia thinks it's hysterically funny to stick her little, tiny finger in my nose when we're lying on the bed.

An update that the HUMIDITY AND HOT weather has finally broke and it's nice and cool as the way June weather ought to be.  I just can't WAIT to see our electricity bill...

 

I have no other updates since I lead no life other than catering to Sophia and deciding what the nanny should cook us for dinner.  I really need to get out more!

After Sophia and I walked Phil to my parents house, I made quesadillas for lunch (Sophia loves black beans with sour cream).  We then showered and got ready for nap.  Inbetween washing dishes and showering, I had put the kettle on the stove (we boil our water instead of filtering it).  I totally forgot it was on the stove when I passed out in the bedroom with Sophia.  Almost two and a half hours later (it was a great nap!), we walked out of the bedroom and smelled gas.  I went into the kitchen, saw the flames on for the empty, slightly burnt kettle and quickly turned it off.  Luckily, nothing burned to crisp. 

 

From now on, I better learn to check the stove before I go to bed.

Usually on Sundays, my parents would take Sophia for a few hours so we could rest or run our errands without her.  But today, they're heading to the Catskills to look at some property.  Not only are they going; Phil, Judy and Rolly too.  Sophia can't endure the six hour to and fro drive (nor can I, my arse would get numb).  So that leaves me and her ALONE!  Zoikes!  How am I going to tame the full octane monster in a 90+ degree with humidity? 

 

On Friday, she decided to test my patience.  My rice milk is a carton with a flap on top.  She opened the carton, shook it and out came the milk.  Nice.  An hour later, she asks for water.  I give her water in her Care Bear cup.  She sipped it, took a look at it and poured it all out.  Oh, did I mention we have carpet too?  She spent a good portion in the corner crying and apologizing. 

 

Usually I can handle Sophia without any problems.  But with the heat and humidity, it sucks the air out of me and I can't function properly.  All I want to do is turn the A/C on, tv surf and take cat naps.  I might have to feed loads of coldcut turkey so she can get sleepy quicker...

Although I am sitting in an air-conditioned room, it is simply WAY TOO HAZY, HOT and HUMID to think and write about something stimulating at the moment.

 

I do have a lunch date with friends- one of my friends is treating me to Nobu's- a waste since I don't eat raw fish- ha!

 

Sophia though, is still running around like a headless chicken.  Sometimes I wonder if the nanny is secretly feeding her 20lbs of sugar...

And another one from Auntie Mavis:

 

My Aunt Mavis (she's really not my aunt, but is my Aunt Susan's bestest friend since forever.  I consider Aunt Mavis as my Auntie since had the pleasure of babysitting me when I was a kid- that's another long story.).  She had a funny story to share with me about my Aunt Lily, so I had to post it up and share it with Sophia and you.

Usually on Friday nights, I remembered one night when your Aunt Lily got ready for a party.   She would come out of the bathroom (that's their changing room in the small apartment) in her hot pants outfit.   Those shorts were sssssssssssoooooooooo short that it looked like her shirt was too long.   Then she sits down in front of the kitchen table to get ready to make herself up.   Susan and myself would lay right on the table and watch her put her make-up on.  Lots of mascara!

Then she combs her do.   The last was the best.   She slips into these skin tight, HIGH heels boots  that goes up past her knees.   I think they were snake-skinned boots.   Grabbed her bag and ran out the door.  Susan and I just looked at each other and said, "Wow", and went back to watching TV.   I wonder  if she was going out with Winson then???  (Winson is now married to my Aunt Lily)

There's not much to blog except for the past two days it's been annoyingly HOT and HUMID and I don't feel very well and Sophia's been acting like a crazy, lunatic, yet a normal (I suppose) two year old. 

 

You know how icky I feel?  I don't even want to respond to my emails!  (Anyone who REALLY knows me knows I spend lots of hours in front of the computer and like to have less than five emails on my account.  Yes, I am anal retentive so leave me alone.)

 

Will write more when I'm back on my two feet.

 

Cheers

 

I noticed the other day how at the ends of her hair seemed a bit damaged, so that prompted me to tell my mother we needed to trim Sophia's hair (trimming a toddler's hair requires a two woman job- one to entertain her and the other to cut).  Instead of trimming Sophia's hair, my mother chopped off a good two inches!  Oh well.  No cute hair clips for the summer.

 

Yesterday I took Sophia to an outdoor Preschool Art class.  You pay them $5 and they provide the art supplies.  It's a pretty cool program- they have it up until the end of October.  It's just a matter of hauling our asses down there (a good twenty minute walk).  The theme was play-doh.  Sophia didn't want to touch it at all.   She had this disgusted look like I was making her touch a bag full of beetles.  But after watching other children play with it, she opened up fifteen minutes later.   A rare thing for her, especially when it comes to touching or eating weird textures.  Hopefully she will learn to become a little more open-minded.