I was holding Dan in my arms, feeding him and watching Louis C.K’s Hilarious. I felt less guilty when he fell asleep. I hope that he didn’t hear anything. I definitely can’t watch this in front of Dao. He would picked all the uncensored materials right up. What I like about Louis is that he hits right on the shame spots.

I put together a minimal page for our second son Dan. Uploaded many new photos to our Picasa album. I also clean up his big brother’s page and added a few more photos. Love the shot in which he gave grandma a kiss.

Pampers’s Sesame Street diaper comes with various graphics including Elmo playing basketball, baseball and soccer. Dao only prefers the basketball ones. He wouldn’t let me change him until we use the basketball ones. Since the basketball one is quite limited, I switched out before I put it on without him noticing it. I know it is sneaky, but I am in no mood to fight with him which diaper to use.

When I didn’t have kids yet and when I witnessed a child disrespecting or disobeying his parents, I thought to myself, “If that was my kid I would beat the crap out of him.” Now I still want to beat the crap out of my kid for not listening to me, but the flashback of him falling off the playground with my carelessness haunted me. At times I got so mad at him and instead of beating the crap out of him, I just give him a big hug as if I am apologizing. Then he would say, “Are you happy, daddy? Are you happy?” Then I get this weird anger, amusing feeling as I responded to him, “Of course.”

After getting Dao to sleep around 10pm last night, I logged in to work on the new Mason Law School site cleaning up a dozen of pages inside MODx. Took a break at midnight to ring in the new year and then went back to work until 2am. I was so tired that I emailed my supervisor to stay home today. I also wanted to celebrate Lunar New Year with my family.

With the cold weather and the icy road, I haven’t stepped out of the house since Friday night. I stayed in and hung out with the boys. The little guy is now having a double chin. I just love holding him and watching him sleep in my arms. He is just so sweet.

To make the older guy not feeling left out, I engaged in some activities with him around the house like playing with trains, puzzles and any toys we could pull out from the basement. Yesterday I went outside trying to break the ice on the driveway. I asked him if he wanted to help me and he said, “no, you go and clean the snow. Go daddy go!” Dao says a lot of things now that I am sure we haven’t taught him yet. He uses phrases like, “Don’t talk to me,” “Don’t touch me” and “go away.” His answer to everything now is “No, thank you.” Do you want to eat? “No, thank you.” Do you want to take a bath? “No, thank you.” Do you want to brush your teeth? “No, thank you.” I feel like just let him dirty and hungry for days and see how he would react.

Dao is an adorable little kid when he decided to. I am sure most two year-olds are like that. I any rate, I am glad to have the couple of days spending with the kids. Happy Lunar New Year to you all. Yes, all three of you, my readers.

In the parking lot this morning, Dao said to me, “Daddy, am Dao. Xe dung Dao.” He told me to carry him to class so that cars won’t hit him. It was cold and I was in a rush to get to work so I just picked him up. I think I have to carry him to class until he goes to college.

Yesterday he helped me changed diaper for his little brother so he pulled up the stool to stand next to me and said, “I am too small,” and glanced around the room and went on, “smaller than the light.” I smiled and replied in Vietnamese, “I don’t think I’ll ever be as tall as the light either.”

I witnessed little Dan smiled at me for the first time yesterday as I tried to communicate to him with the five words babies use. He seems to use “neh” very often. The little guy is hungry all the time. He doesn’t seem to use “eair” (lower gas) though. He just drops a few loud farts to make sure that we heard him. That’s his secret language for “change me now.”

I drove home from work yesterday with a bit of a migraine. Fortunately Dao’s good behave helped clear my head. He turned off TV and asked me to play with him on the table train he received for Christmas. He brought the stool so I could sit on while holding his baby brother. He helped me changed Dan’s diaper twice within five minutes. He was happy to take a bath and coorperated when we brushed his teeth. I let him watched some Charlie Brown on my iPod and sent him to sleep.

In the past couple of weeks, Dao had behaved mischievously and rebelliously. He even started getting rough with his little brother. Now every time I sense that he’s about to do something to the poor kid, I distract his attention and move him away to something else. That method works better than trying to talk some sense to him. On my days off, I spend as much time as I could with him. I usually take him out of the house. We were at Chuck E. Cheese’s on Monday and he played $5 worth of Skeeball games. He finally got the ball over the hump. Some he’ll be able to make some points.

I took him to one of his classmates’ birthday party at a little gym for kids. Once again he didn’t want to participate in any of the activities. He just wanted to shoot basketball with me. A couple of weeks ago, I took him to another one of his friends at daycare and he didn’t join the kids either. I am hopeful that he’ll grown out of it later.

As for the little one, I don’t get to spend time with him much; therefore, it seems like every time I pick him up he gets bigger. He’s only a month a a half, but already outgrow his three-month clothes. He’s getting rolls on his thighs and his cheeks all puffed up. He’s still getting unlimited access to mommy’s breasts for another month before she returning to work.

Fellows, if you want to become a better man, you first have to become a father. With all the poops you have to put up with, you would have no problem dealing with all the other shit in the world.

Ladies, if you want to punish your men, keep breastfeeding your kid, especially the newborn. My wife is nursing my little son every hour. After he’s done eating she would handed him over to me. He would curl into my arm and make a really cute face then drop a few pooping farts. I think my wife is making some cruel revenge against me.

Changing the little guy’s diaper isn’t a huge problem at all because I got a really fantastic helper. As soon as I placed Dan on the changing station, Dao ran into the kitchen to get his stool so he could stand tall next to me. He then pulled out a new diaper, a piece of wipe, a jar of Vaseline and a piece of tissue. Dao learned very early on that a tissue is needed to prevent the little one from peeing on him. After I am done changing, Dao would take the dirty diaper and throw it into the trash can.

That was not so bad until Dao would say, “Daddy, my turn.” So we both headed toward the bathroom. Whenever I take the diaper off him, he would ask, “let me see.” Once I showed him his poop, one of his frequent comment would be, “I pooped a lot.” One time he said “cookie” and another time he said “hamburger.” I just couldn’t stop laughing at this little fella’s imagination. We never knew what word would come out of his mouth.

This morning before we head out of the house he said, “Dao thui thui” (stinky stinky). So I had to take off my jacket, hat and roll up my sleeves to do one more job before going to work. As we headed toward the car, a trash truck pulled up. He said to the truck, “Thung rac (trash) truck, where is my iPod?” I was puzzled for a second until I realized that about a month ago I confiscated the iPod from him because he kept throwing it when he got mad. I warned him a couple of times, but he didn’t learn his lesson so I took it away and said that, “You keep throwing the iPod; therefore, you must not want it so I thrown it in the trash can.”

We started co-sleeping with Dao when he was very young and now he needed one of us to be his side. Now that we have Dan, Dana sleeps with him so that she could nurse him at night and I stay with Dao. I really enjoy being with him. In the beginning, I was irritated that he keeps on rubbing my arm and scrapes my skin if he runs across something rough like a scratch or a cut. He even presses down on my keloid sometimes, which stings a like needle. Now I don’t mind at all. In fact, I get to kiss his smooth and soft cheeks, thanks to all the organic milk he has been drinking.

When Dana was pregnant, she told me that she would train Dan to sleep all by himself in his own crib, yet every time I come over they both sleep in bed. Unlike Dao, Dan likes to be nursed constantly and now he has unlimited access to the breasts. He wants to be fed too often that she just nursed in in bed until they both fall asleep. His cheeks are getting puffy now and I can’t tell if he’s getting chubby from the milk or his jaws are getting swollen. Either way, they are perfect to be kissed. Whenever I get the chance, I kiss those cheeks until he screams.

Dana says that she enjoys her time with Dan because she is now less worried. With Dao, we didn’t know much and anything appeared a bit unusual put us in a panic mode. Now we know what to expect and we can navigate our way around him. I also enjoy being with him. He stares right into me whenever I talked to him or playing with him. I can feel the special connection between us. It’s the kind of connection that makes it worthwhile to be a parent, even though it’s a tough responsibility and it is only get tougher as time goes by.

We just learn as we go along. It’s a very long journey so we might as well get used to it. One of Dana’s uncles warned us that if you let your kids sleep with you, they will until they turn 18. I don’t think he’s exaggerating. Well, if that’s how long it will take than we might as well enjoy it.

In our recent bedtime stories, our imaginative Dao puts his own spin on Stan and Jan Berenstain’s The Bears’ Vacation. He replaces the Bears’ family with his own and he reinterprets the illustrations with his own narration. It’s quite hilarious to hear him reads the story using his own account.

In the original story, Mother Bear tells Baby Bear, “Small Bear! Small Bear! Don’t go too far. I want to see you wherever you are.” Dao reads, “Mommy noi Dao dung di xa qua.”

In the story, Papa tells Baby Bear, “Here it is… rule number five. Watch what you touch. It may be alive.” Based on the illustration, Dao reads, “Turtle [bites] daddy’s butt.”

All I can say is that I get a kick out of these precious time.

My wife was suppose to be discharged today, but her fever shot up. The doctors decided to keep her in the hospital overnight to make sure she is safe. She was disappointed because she wanted to go home to her boys. She misses them. I miss them too even though I get to see them at night. For the benefit of her health, however, staying another night will give us a peace of mind knowing that she’ll be ok to go home. Poor grandma looking up after Cu Dan. He woke up every two hours because he misses his mom’s breastfeed. I heard him cry last night, but I couldn’t get up because I didn’t get much sleep the night before.

I spent most of my free time with Dao these days. I took him to one of his classmates birthday party on Saturday morning. Unfortunately he didn’t like to participate in any of the activities. He just wanted to stand and watch other kids playing. I took him to the U.S. Botanic Garden to see model trains. It was not all that spectacular, but he loved it. I went to his Chanukah party today in his class and he wouldn’t let me leave. I ended up spending almost two hours with him at the playground before I could sneaked out.

Dao is a bright kid, but he is very shy and stubborn. The combination makes him very hard to deal with. The past few weeks I didn’t want to put up with him after long days from work. I was being impatience and a bit tough on him. Unfortunately, toughness doesn’t seem to work on him. I am changing my approach by being more patience, but still maintain a bit of tough or else I can not get him to do anything I asked him to. It seems to work out well.

With the kids taking up most of our time, my wife and I hardly get the time alone to talk to each other. These past few days, we had a chance to catch up on our boys. We both feel worried about Dao. He makes us laugh with the unexpected things that he says, but his not being social or not fitting in is a bit worrisome. As much as I love to spend time with him, I also want him to play with his friends. I am his father and I’ll be there for him no matter what, but I am not his friend.

Only a few more days until the holidays and I might not return to work until next year. Between the new born and Dana’s surgery, I used up both of my five sick days and five vacation days, which were generously given to me as a new employee. I am very fortunate to have such an understanding and supportive supervisor. In return, I promise to relaunch the new site for Mason Law in January 2012.