Bitten

When giving Dao a bath last night, I noticed a red bruise on his back (below his left shoulder). I asked him what happened and he told me that one of his classmates bit him. He told me the name of the kid and where it happened. He cried and the teacher tried to comfort him, yet no one reported to us.

I was sad and irritated, but I stayed calm and spent the rest of the evening with him. This morning I was going to have a talk to his teacher, but she was reading to the kids so I didn’t want to interrupt. I reported to the administrator instead, but I didn’t say who did it. He’s going to find out and contact me sometimes today.

I am very glad that Dao was able to tell me exactly what went wrong. Although I was outraged, I didn’t flip out or anything. I just wanted him to be able to communicate to me if things don’t go right with him at school. The clip of the Asian kid attacked by seven kids still traumatize me. I told my wife that we will make sure that our kids will go to school and home safely until they go to college. Yes I am a helicopter parent when it comes to the safety of my kids.

“Dead Dad”

This morning I dropped some candy on the floor. Dao yelled, “Chet cha (dead dad), you made a big mess.” My response to him was, “I am ok. I am not dead yet.” He picked up this phrase from Grandma. We have to be really careful what we say around him because once they registered in his head, he’ll find a way to use them. When he did something that he was not suppose to and got hurt, grandma told him, “dan doi.” Now he uses the phrase as well when the situation is similar.

As for poor lil Dan, he has caught a cold. He has been vomiting due to congestion and cough quite a bit. He was a roll for some Michelin rolls, but now he just not gaining weight. At least he’s not dropping. I really hope he’ll recover soon.

Shameful Pleasure

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.

Carelessness Leads to Stressfulness

Every once in a while, I manage to make some dumb mistakes that could have been avoided if I was being more careful. Last Thursday when I arrived home from work, I received a big bill for something I shouldn’t be responsible for. I knew that the bill was a mistake, but I was irritated. I told no one about it and I just couldn’t through the night. I couldn’t sleep because I couldn’t wait to get it resolved the next morning. That’s one of my weaknesses.

The next day, I started to make phone calls and then realized that I am going to have to go through some hoops to get the charge drop. The lack of sleep of the previous night combined with the stress of not solving the issue sent my head straight to the depression camp. I finally told my wife about it after I got home from work and she assured me that it’s not a big deal and I shouldn’t have to worry. I took her advice because she’s my better half and she knows more shit than me.

So the weekend, I left it at the back of my mind and just enjoyed my time with my sons. Now I am just dealing with it as much as I could. If it doesn’t work out, fuck it. As long as I know in my heart I am not responsible for it. If I did I would have no problem paying for it. Though I blame myself for being carelessness, I never pride myself in being a perfectionist. I made many mistakes in the past and I’ll make many more in the future. One of the things wish I could learn from my wife is to sleep it off. She is a master at it. I also need to learn how to calm the fuck down as well to make my life less stressful.

A Page for Dan

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.

Rice Paper and Vy Bistro

Eden Center has sprung up two new, slightly upscale Vietnamese restaurants: Rice Paper and Vy Bistro. Unlike most eatery places in Eden that focused mostly on the food, these two paid some attention to decoration and presentation as well. The interior design is simpler and more modern. The plates and dishes aren’t like the one you can buy in a Vietnamese grocery store in the same strip.

The problem is that their menus aren’t too different from the rest of the places. Vy Bistro doesn’t offer anything unique. The waiter asked us if it was our first time there and he recommended bun bo Hue (Hue’s vermicelli soup) as one of its highlights so I ordered it. The soup, which was not piping hot, didn’t stand out. The portion was a bit small compared to other places around Eden Center.

Rice Paper does have a few unique dishes like the delicious appetizer Oc Len Xao Dua (Snails cooked in coconut milk). I also had Com Bo Luc Lac (Rice With Shaking Beef), but not that impressive. The beef is a bit overcooked. The service here needs some improvements though.

Gossiping In Eden Center

Dana, Dao and I were at Thanh Son today buying some sweet treats. The line was long and Dao didn’t want to stay inside. I took him outside while Dana was waiting to made orders. Outside the store, there were two women selling fruits and banh it (sticky-rice dumplings). The older lady is probably in her late 70s and the younger one is probably in her mid 40s.

The younger one is quite aggressive. She would grab anyone walking by trying to sell them something. One time she grabbed me and offered me some banh it in the bag for $10. I told her that I only wanted half of it for $5. So I handed her a five-dollar bill, but she insisted that I give her a twenty because she needed some change. When I gave her a twenty, she threw it in the bucket and gave me two bags of banh it instead. I took my money back and told her that I didn’t want to buy anything from her. Since that day on, she hasn’t harassed me to buy anything.

Back to today, as Dao and I were outside waiting for Dana, I heard the two of them arguing. The younger lady accused the old lady of spreading rumor about her. She said in Vietnamese something like, “You told people that I have diabetes.” The elderly responded, “I do not spread rumors. I only mind my own business. Yes, I said you have diabetes, but I never said anything about your pussy dripping wet.” The exact Vietnamese words were, “lon chay nuoc.” I couldn’t help laughing, but I had to drag Dao away. When I told my wife, she said, “You don’t need to be in Vietnam to hear Vietnamese gossiping.”

Some Thoughts on 2012 Election

It seems like yesterday that Obama won his historic election, and yet here we are again for 2012. So what the President had accomplished so far? On foreign policies, he had intelligently gotten rid of Osama bin Laden and he’s bringing our troops home. The bailouts weren’t a popular decision, but they stabilized the economy. He lowered taxes on the majority of Americans and passed universal healthcare.

Sure, Obama couldn’t make the change he has promised in 2008 because Washington is not easy to transform. As Ryan Lizza pointed out in “The Obama Memos“:

Obama was learning the same lesson of many previous occupants of the Oval Office: he didn’t have the power that one might think he had. Harry Truman, one in a long line of Commanders-in-Chief frustrated by the limits of the office, once complained that the President “has to take all sorts of abuse from liars and demagogues…. The people can never understand why the President does not use his supposedly great power to make ’em behave. Well, all the President is, is a glorified public relations man who spends his time flattering, kissing and kicking people to get them to do what they are supposed to do anyway.”

But he has definitely learned how to work with the system to get things done rather than changing it. He is more confidence and the experience he has gained over the past few years would be an advantage for American.

Up to this point, I am still in favor of Obama, but I am also keeping an ear out for other candidates. So far I am enjoy seeing GOP candidates ripping each other to pieces, but I have not yet convinced. I am not envy of Millionaire Mitt’s success of earning about $57,000 a day, which is most average American makes in a year, but I am deeply concerned that Mitt doesn’t see anything wrong with paying less taxes than average American. In fact, his firm Bain Capital hired lobbyists in 2007 to killed a bill that would increase tax on private equity firms. As for Grandiose Gringrich, can you trust a guy who cheated not once but twice? I rest my case.

Ryan Lizza on Obama

In his New Yorker‘s “The Obama Memos,” Ryan Lizza concludes:

Obama didn’t remake Washington. But his first two years stand as one of the most successful legislative periods in modern history. Among other achievements, he has saved the economy from depression, passed universal health care, and reformed Wall Street. Along the way, Obama may have changed his mind about his 2008 critique of Hillary Clinton. “Working the system, not changing it” and being “consumed with beating” Republicans “rather than unifying the country and building consensus to get things done” do not seem like such bad strategies for success after all.

Sneaky and Happy

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.”

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