Dao returns to his crying when I drop him off at the daycare. This morning we met Ms. Ester on the way in. She came over to say hi to Dao, but he turned away, held on to me and didn’t want to interact with her. Ms. Ester used to be able to get him to show her things on his shirt to distract him from crying, but he didn’t even look at her this morning. I said to Ms. Ester, “It’s the morning thing.” Her response was, “It’s ok. It happens when they move to upperclass. I still miss him.” I felt bad and I knew that Dao didn’t mean to do that. He’s just not a good sport in the morning. I explained to him about how not being nice to Ms. Ester, but I doubt that he registered. I took him to class and couldn’t get him to play any toy at all. I had to let him go and let him cry.

One of the perks of spending the Fourth at my sister’s place is that we can cut Dao loose. In fact, it’s the other way around. As soon as Dao saw Eric, he cut us loose. Dao loved to play with his big cousin and he copied everything Eric did. They jumped up and down the bed, chased each other around the house or watched Curious George together. Although five years apart, Dao and Eric played well together. Dao looked up to Eric and Eric liked to show things to Dao. Eric was also very good at being gentle to his little cousin. I am so glad to see the bond between the two of them.

In another month we will find out if our second baby will be a boy or girl. Since I’ll be content with whatever I’ll be blessed with as long as the baby is going to be healthy, I had no need to find out up until two weeks ago when May and Linh spent the weekend with us. I enjoyed having May around so much that now I am anxious to find out of I am going to have a daughter.

May is the complete opposite of Dao. While picking blueberry, I tried to feed May a berry, but she simply refused to open her mouth. I nudged the blueberry a bit, but her lips sealed tight. I tried the same with Dao and he pushed my hand away.

May is cautious, reserved and just lovely. My favorite line from May, “Co chu Donny o day, May khong so gi ca [With uncle Donny by my side, May isn’t afraid of anything].” As we said goodbye for the last time before they moved back to Cali, May gave me a hug and kiss. At the moment, I I knew I would lie a baby girl. Dao is a mama’s boy, so I want me a daddy’s girl. We’ll find out.

Then again, two boys would probably get along well. So either way is good.

I had two vacation days left for the fiscal year. I would lose them If I didn’t take them. I took Wednesday and Thursday off. My plan was to catch up on chores that I have been pushing off because we hardly stay around on the weekends. I had written down the list that I needed to accomplish over two days including: take the Acura to a dealer for an oil change, mow the lawn, cut down the small trees I have chopped down a few weeks ago, replace the broken steps to the deck, fix the towel-hanger rod in the bathroom, and tidy up the house.

Wednesday morning came, the whole plan got wiped out. We woke up at nine and didn’t feel like taking Dao to daycare by myself (Dana already left for work) so I decided to spend a day with him. We packed up and headed to Glen Echo Park. We stopped by McDonald’s for some breakfast and hit 66. Even with the HOV lane, we were stuck in traffic. At ten something, Dao fell asleep. I turned off Curious George and enjoyed Clifford Brown while moving in a snail pace.

We arrived at Glen Echo Park around eleven and Dao was still in deep sleep. I found a shade to park the car and turned off the engine. I turned down the windows and the sun roof to enjoy the morning wind. I reclined my seat and do some reading. I always carried a book with me just in case I get a moment like this. I looked up the trees and watched the wind rocked lightly and produced a soothing sound that took me back to the childhood memories. The afternoons in my grandparent’s garden that I was forced to sleep and bored out of my mind. I hated the sound of the cicadas in the lazy afternoon.

About two hours later Dao woke up so we walked into the park. There was nothing exciting at the time, except for the big carousel. The problem was, “Dao ‘so’ [afraid] of Mary Go Round,” he told me as I wanted to take him for a ride. So that was it. We spent about ten minutes at the park and decided to hit Splash Down Waterpark.

We headed back to 66, the traffic was still jammed so we stopped at the mall to grab lunch and give Dao time at his favorite table train. Around 2:30 we hit the road again to the waterpark. At this time the weather had risen to 90 degrees Celsius. I took him to the children area, but Dao didn’t want to play. He just wanted me to carry him even though I tried all different techniques to get him to play. If May was there, I am sure he would had enjoyed the water with her like they did last Saturday at my sister-in-law’s backyard. Dao needed someone his age to play with. We ended up floating on the lazy river with him sitting on my stomach. We just kicked back and enjoyed the ride until 5pm. I was exhausted and sleepy when we got home.

On Thursday, we took Dana to work and headed to DC. We stopped at the National Air and Space Museum and the National Art Gallery. We had lunch and played ball at the park. We shared Vienna Sausage and crackers for lunch. Recently Dao and I really loved the Vienna Sausage. As we were eating, Dao threw the ball, hit my hand and dropped a sausage on the grass. I put it back into the can and threw it in the trash can and about fifteen minutes later, a man (black probably in his 60s) came by, picked up and ate it. I was stunned. A lady was reading a book under a tree witnessed the same thing so she gave him her orange juice and a few bucks. This was the second time I had seen something like that. Last Saturday, Dana and I saw a white male (probably in his late 30s) also picked up pineapple in the trash can and ate it. About half an hour later, the white man we saw last Saturday also walked by and checked out the trash can. How ironic was it that these men eating out of the trash can while the Smithsonian Folklife Festival was celebrating and selling all kind of food down a block? I sat back, contemplated a bit and realized how lucky we are to have food.

After eating lunch and running around, Dao pooped. I changed him right on the park hiding behind a tree, but I couldn’t just toss his dirty diaper into the trash can after what I had witnessed. I brought it back into the car and wrapped up with a plastic bag. I gave Dao his bottle of milk and strolled him over to huge water fall at the Hirshhorn. He napped for 2.5 hours next to the water fall. I did some reading, but then also fell asleep so I lay down on the bend and closed my eyes, but I kept waking up being paranoid that someone might have taken Dao away.

Around 4pm, we left DC to pick up Dana. So there went my two vacation days. Nothing has done as I had planned, but I am happy to have spent two days with Dao. It’s also a great excuse since Dana not only doesn’t mind, but also encourages me to do so. Work can wait, but the time with your son can’t. He’s only at this age once.

Couldn’t sleep much last night. Dao’s falling incident still horrified me. I woke up early and just held him tight in my lap while he was still sleeping. I didn’t want to wake him up to go to school. The guilt is killing me. Thankfully, Dana stayed calm and didn’t scold me for my horrendous mistake. She even drove me to my Drupal training today after we dropped Dao off.

At the training all I could think about was Dao. If I fell like he did, I would have at least busted my neck or my head. I kept checking my phone during the training to see if I get a call from his daycare. Whenever I receive a call from them, something is wrong. I didn’t get any call at all today and it was a sigh of relieve. Dao is doing good. I have to say, he is a one tough kid. His bumps are getting flatten and he seems to be even sharper. I took him to the book store yesterday and he pointed out a shape on a back of a Mercedes that looks like an airplane and said, “bay bay [airplane].” As we were driving home, he noticed a wheel on a another car that was wobbling and said, “banh xe hu [the wheel is broken].”

Dao already put the drama behind him even though he would sometimes telling us, “Dao te [fell] mulch.” Then we would ask him, “Dao co con dau khong [Are you still hurt]?” His reply would be, “No.” He started his new class today and enjoyed playing with water and went back to the slides with his buddy Aidan. We have yet to meet his new teacher, but the report showed that he did well on the first day.

Last Friday, Dao’s last day of his previous class, Ms. Ester left us a note:

I can’t express how much I loved having Dao this past months. He grew up, talking with great motor skills, with a kind personality and always with that amazing smile that I love. I miss him already. He is a smart, caring, adorable boy.

Ms. Ester is such a lovely caregiver. We’re so glad that Dao was under her supervision.

Dao woke up and didn’t see May in the car; therefore, he asked, “May dau roi [Where is May]?” May and Linh had left two hours ago after spending a weekend with us. He looked a bit disappointed. I tried to cheer him up by taking him into the mall after a two-hour nap in the car. We went into the men’s room to change him and wash his face. He stayed still and cooperated. I took him to the playground in the mall, but he didn’t want to go in. I didn’t know because the playground was packed or he was still dramatized by the accident at the playground earlier this morning.

He was having a good time climbing up and sliding down with May until I tossed him the ball so he could roll it down the slide. I was standing on the ground in front of the slides so he threw the ball back to me. As I turned away to pick up the ball, he took a few steps back and fell off the other side with his head first to the ground after hitting into the metal bar. His head has two swollen spots and his forehead has a few bruises. He was standing about six feet above the ground. Dana and I ran toward him and picked him up. He was in tears. I felt extremely horrible and stupid. All the these time, I watched his every step as he was climbing up the metal bars, and yet I let him fell.

He seems to be ok. He’s interacting, eating and took a long nap. When I asked him about the incident, he told me, “Dao fell down on the mulch.” Though I was laughing, but inside the pain and the anguish for being such an idiotic parent will never leave me. The day he felt off the crib and today will never be forgotten. The good thing is that Dao seems to be a very tough kid. I keep asking him if he still feels the pain and his reply has been, “het dau roi [no more pain].”

On the bright side, we had such a great time with Linh and May. So glad that they could come up and stayed with us over the weekend. At this time, Dao and May have developed into their individualities. They are completely opposite from each other, yet one thing still remain the same: Dao is still attached to May. He called her name. He invited her to play. He enjoys her company. They had a good time playing in water. Dao introduced May to “Curious George” and May introduced Dao to “Pocoyo.”

As far as behavior, May is way ahead of Dao. She listens and she does not act up. She speaks with manner and she doesn’t cry when getting her teeth brushed. Linh is a fantastic mom. She is training May well. May is such a sweetheart. I love to hear her talk. Linh puts it eloquently: “She makes poetry when she talks.” May already can count in both English and Vietnamese and knows the alphabet. As for Dao, this is how he counts in Vietnamese: “Mot, hai, ba, sau, bay, tam.” In English, “five, four, six, seven, eight.” He must be counting music notes or something.

Linh and May were the first friends that stayed over the weekend with us. We are thrilled and they are welcomed back anytime. By this time, we are completely comfortable with each other. Too bad, they’ll move so far way. I hope that we can still get together at least once or twice a year.

I was also glad to meet Chi Cap. Have been a fan of her blog for a while and she is as cool as she is on the blog. Also met O Kien, but didn’t get a chance to interact.

Yesterday Dao and his buddy Aidan had a small party to say goodbye to their teachers and their little growing-giraffe friends. It has been a great year for Dao. The teachers were so wonderful, especially Ms. Ester, Ms. Tam and Ms. Tiffany. Dao won’t get to speak Vietnamese with Ms. Tam anymore. This morning when I dropped him off, Ms. Tam said to him in Vietnamese, “Only two more days until you get to the upper class. You’ll have to be courage (dung cam len).” I hope that he would still get to see her often to practice his Vietnamese. As of now, his Vietnamese is stronger than his English and we would like to keep it that way.

When Dana and I dropped by yesterday, Dao switched to Vietnamese when he talked to us. Aidan’s mother was there as well so Ms. Ester introduced us to their new class, which called Ladybug (not sure why). The playground was right outside of the classroom so the two were running around up and down the slides having a good time. Maybe that’s the reason it called Ladybug. At this age, they don’t stand still. They were hopping around like two ladybugs.

Aidan is a couple months younger than Dao and he already has a little three-month brother. We still not know if Dao will have a little brother or sister yet. I am trying to tell him about his new sibling, but he doesn’t seem to register yet. We have been warned about jealousy between the siblings, but I think Dao will be good being an older brother. Yesterday, Aidan leaned over the stroller and gave his baby brother a kiss. It looked very assuring that Dao will also be a great big brother.

Cu Dao and his mama are now inseparable. If she’s not in sight, he would ask for her even if she has to go to the bathroom. On Monday, she was in the kitchen cooking and he was in the living room, which was about three feet from her, and yet he still asked, “Daddy, mmmmmommy dau roi?” [Where is mommy?]. He has been stuttering just for the heck of it. I pointed to him where his mommy was, but he kept on asking repeatedly as some sort of a game. So I played along. I asked him, “Cccccccu Dao dau roi?” [Where is Cu Dao?]. He pointed to his private part and said “Ccccccu Dao day ne.” [Here’s my penis]. That was not what I meant, but technically he was right.

Dao loves to be wrapped inside Dana. He holds on to her arm any chance he gets. Yesterday he wanted to hold her with both of his hands. Last night he kept crawling onto her body and wanting to be held. Dana was grouchy because he kept waking her up. After three or four times, I kicked her out of the room so she could have an uninterrupted sleep.

When he turned and couldn’t find his mom, he got up and looked for her. I put him back down and stroked his back a bit. He liked it and went back to sleep. He didn’t get up again until the next morning. I guess, we’ll just have to kick mommy out of bed.

Three days ago, we took him to school, he pointed to a Hyundai Tucson and said, “Football xe (car).” I thought that because the Tucson has a rounded shape; therefore, he associated it with a football. Two days ago, I told my sister-in-law what Dao said and she told me that he was referring to the logo that looks like a football. My sister-in-law has a Sonata and he already pointed out to her the “football xe.”

I like the way Dao associates things based on what he knows. I think he’ll be very imaginative when he grows up. We were looking at a children book that has an illustration of a train. When I asked him about the smoke coming out of the train, he said, “popcorn.” Looking at it again, it does look like a popcorn.

We were watching American Idol Finale and Dao wanted to play his Alphabet Train puzzle. He has yet to learn ABC, but I can tell him what animal is next to fit into the puzzle. So if I say “con voi (elephant),” he would look for the elephant piece and put the puzzle together. Because I was distracted by American Idol, I called out the wrong animal. He picked it, but couldn’t fit it into the puzzle. He went back to me and said, “lon roi,” (wrong one).

By the way, our second child is eleven weeks. The doctor said the kid got a big head. I couldn’t tell from looking at the first photo yesterday, but this is getting exciting all over again. Our family will take a week off to enjoy the beach. So hope you all have a nice Memorial weekend.

While we were on the road and a truck passed by, Dao said, “Xe truck chay nhanh” (The truck runs too fast).

As he was crawling down the steps, he stopped and realized that he left his Thomas train upstairs, he said, “Dao quen Thomas roi” (Dao forgot Thomas).

I carried him out to the car and didn’t put his shoes on, Dao said, “Dao mat giay roi” (Dao lost shoes).

Dao sure loves my iPod, but he loves my sister-in-law’s iPad even more. He refers to iPad as “iPod bu” (big)

We were in DSW looking for shoes. He kept wanting to be carried. I took his hands and danced to distract him, but he demanded, “No nhac, no nhay, no dance.”

My sister-in-law, her husband and I took Dao to our friend’s party in Maryland. Dana didn’t feel well so she stayed home. I didn’t really wanted to go without her, but I figure, we should give her a bit of time to herself. During the ride he asked, “Mommy dau roi?” (Where is mommy?) two times before we leave the house and before we leave the party.

Those are what I could recall for this weekend. We also mowed the lawn together. I used to despite cutting the grass, but now doing it with my little boy is actually fun. He apparently loves to mow the lawn with his lawn-mover toy. Dana bought it for him when he started to walk and it is still one of his favorite toys. It’s the best $5 she spent at K-Mart.