I started blogging in 2004 to improve my English and it has turned into my longest hobby yet. Somehow the ability to write anything and publish immediately have been so gratifying to me. I spent an incredible amount of time, energy and gut feelings on this blog. For nine years, I always feel the urge to write about subjects that I am passionate about. Lately they have been mostly about my kids.

While many have moved to social networks like Facebook and Twitter, I still prefer having my own blog. At the end of the day, the blog is more of what I am identified with. I have complete control of every aspect of the site and every design decision. I probably feel different if I am not a web designer, but this is my territory.

Late last year a friend and a reader asked me why I disbanded the comment section and I gave him several reasons:

1. Spams were simply a pain to deal with.
2. I constantly got suck into checking for new comments.
3. I always felt obligated to response to comments, especially the negative ones.
4. Comment trolls were also pain to deal with.
5. Conversations had moved to social networks.

Without the comment section my traffic has dropped tremendously, but then it also allow me to be more focused. Initially, I was just going to shut down the comment section for a month to see how things went and it turned well so I haven’t turned it back on.

So yes I’ll continue to blog or find time to blog as long as I still maintain this site.

An album like Snakeoil from altoist and composer Tim Berne makes the modern jazz scene so damn intriguing. It’s inventive, unconventional and hauntingly hypnotizing. With the superb, engaging support of Matt Mitchell on piano, Oscar Noriega on clarinets and Ches Smith on drums, Tim Berne unveils the dissonant beauty in thought-provoking lyricism and angular melodic interaction. From the opening “Simple City” to closing “Spectacle,” this terrific set encourages closed attention for a rewarding listening experience.

In her debut, Our Version of Events, Emeli Sandé channels her soul into pop ballads with her clear, strong, pitch-perfect voice. Standout moments are when she effortlessly maneuvers her way around various breakbeats. “Heaven” brings back that good old, drum ’n’ bass vibe and “Maybe” sports a thumbing, electric backdrop that lets her tells straightforward story: “When we first moved in together / Couldn’t keep hands off each other / Now we’re lying back to back / And silence in the black.”

Carrying on the Coltrane’s legacy is a daunting responsibility. Yet Ravi Coltrane, the second son of John Coltrane, has proven that he has what it takes to do so on Spirit Fiction, his impressive Blue Note debut. Whether offering his own post-bop originals or reinterpreting Ornette Coleman’s “Check Out Time” or Paul Motian’s “Fantasm,” Ravi defines his artistic statement through clear, delicate and confident improvisations. From “Roads Cross” to “Cross Roads,” Ravi’s demonstrates the clever concept of interaction between tempo and pulse. The two bands, with pianist Geri in one and Luis Perdomo in the other, helped pushing Ravi into stepping up his game.

I am no scientist nor psychologist, but being a father who witnesses his kids grow everyday allows me to conclude that kids are born with personality. What do I mean by that? Let’s get back to the beginning.

When my wife and I were married, we knew we wanted to have kids, but not right away. We want to enjoy our time before diving into the parent thing. At the same time, we had no obligation not to. Well, Dao didn’t let us wait. He didn’t let us decide when he should be born. He decided to come out on his own term. We were a bit unexpected, but very joyful nevertheless. So now everything he wants to do, he does it on his own. One day he decided to sleep overnight. One day he suddenly decided to walk. No matter how many times we tried to get him off his diaper, one day he just did it on his own. We fought everyday trying to brush his teeth. Now he just does it all by himself. The hardest part about this personality is that he is very hard to control.

With Dan, we had a clearer plan because we knew that we wanted a younger sibling that is close enough for Dao to play with. As a result, Dan is much more cooperative (at least for now). He doesn’t fight back when I brush his teeth. He just bites my finger. He doesn’t refuse food when we feed him. He doesn’t demand much like his older brother, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t a badass. Still I predict that we won’t have as much time with Dan than Dao. Let’s see when he reaches his terrible-two stage.

We finally figured out Dan’s first love. When he was grumpy and sleepy, he wouldn’t take milk, water nor snack. The only thing that would calm him down was Thanh Thao’s Nonstop. As soon as he heard the music, he would not only stop crying, but also go to sleep. Not sure how he found the club beat to be so soothing. He was actually sleeping with his right foot still tapping. Unbelievable.

We went to the mall today and grandma told us to swing by my sister-in-law’s house for dinner. Her house is about 10 minutes from the mall. I put on the album a bit loud to jam on our way over. By the time we arrived, he was also knocked out. So I stayed in the car catching up my reading while he was sleeping.

When we first arrived to the mall, Dao took a nap so I waited in the car and read. Before that we went to the grocery and Dan was sleeping. So I stayed in the car and read. It’s always a good idea to bring a book along when traveling with kids. It’s a waste of gas to keep the car running, but it’s definitely worth it.

Mấy bữa nay khao khác thèm đọc sánh. Sáng thì phải trông hai thằng nhỏ. Tối khi nó đi ngủ thì tôi cũng mệt mỏi. Cầm quyển sách Mastering Type mà mắt mở không lên. Những tháng ngày tự do thong thả đã qua.

After being forced to brush his teeth, Dao complained: “Daddy, I don’t like that. You’re not nice. You’re not listening. That’s why I am not your best friend. You will be alone… all yourself.” Wow, five sentences at once. I was a bit shocked, but then realized that if he fails at whatever he pursues in his career, he could always make a decent living at the fish market.

As we walked upstairs to go to bed, he slammed the safety gate and woke up Dan. I ordered him to go into his room and I went into Dan’s room to sooth him back to sleep. Then I heard him cried in the other room shouting, “I want my mommy. I want my best friend.” He ran out to the gate and creamed, “Mommy, please come up here with me.” He didn’t hear any response so he peaked into our room. I felt bad so I told him to come and join us. He ran in, lied next to me and said, “Daddy, I lost my best friend.” All I could do was holding him tight and said, “Your best friend will be up soon.” This little guy is a heartbreaker.

My nose has been bleeding daily. Getting out of the heated car to the outside temperature could easily trigger the breakage. I felt the blood flooding down my nose this morning as I dropped Dan off to grandma. For a second I almost passed out.

It’s definitely caused by the dryness of the cold, but the cough syrups and coffee might have made it worse. My cough is gone so I am not taking any more syrups and I am trying to take it easy on the coffee, but it is so damn hard.

For the past week, Dan woke up almost every two hours. He’s probably teething or his allergy is bothering him. I can’t wait for him to see the allergist next week. When he got up he rubbed his face against the pillow to the point that made electric static; therefore, I had to pick him up to sooth him back to sleep. He slept much better on my shoulder than on the bed.

The first few nights I was quite cranky, but now I am getting used to it. The only problem is that I really need caffeine in the morning to get by, but then this whole nose bleed is giving me no choice. I don’t want to go back to cauterization, which helped for a few ears, again. It burns like crazy.

It occurred to me today that Dan had not worn a pair of shoes yet even though he already started walking for a week. Because of the weather, he had been walking mostly inside the house barefoot or with socks. This late afternoon I took him straight to Stride Rite to get his first pair of shoes.

I picked out three pairs for him. Getting him to tried them was not hard at all. I remember trying get Dao to put on the shoes took quite a bit of efforts. Dao is very resistance. He wouldn’t do anything I asked him to. Dan, on the other hand, would do anything I would like him to. He trusts me completely. The funny thing was that he didn’t know what to do once the shoes were on. He just looked at his feet and wondered why he was wearing them. I would never forget that expression on his face.

I couldn’t get him to walk so I picked the pair that I liked the most. After paying for it, I held his hand and we walked together. He started out walking on his toes, but once we got to the big water fountain he began to walk on his feet. I let go of his hand and we walked like a little drunk kid. Five minutes later he was speed-walking all over the mall. I was too excited as well as too anxious that I forgot to film his first walk.

After we left the mall, he drank regular cow milk and slept. Today I am transitioning him from breast milk to cow milk. He took the first sip of cow milk and tossed the bottle. Five minutes later I gave it to him again and he drank it all.

I really enjoyed spending my last day of the long holiday break with him. I will never forget this fond memory with my lil Dan.