Cu Dao is turning one in a couple of days, but he has yet to be able to get back to sleep on his own. For the past few nights, he woke up and just screamed his lung out. Nothing we could do to stop him. Maybe being sick has to do with it. Saturday night, he screamed so hard that he almost threw up again. After about an hour of trying to get him back to sleep, I was already wide awake at 4 in the morning. I told Dana, we failed. We failed to let him go to sleep on his own. Now we just have to live with it. Last night was not so bad though.

Yesterday afternoon, we caught up with Avatar in 3D before the film goes off the theater. I thought it would be just the three of us, but the seats were almost filled up. I have to admit, Avatar was a visual-stimulating experience complemented with a solid story, something James Cameron has managed to pull off once again.

Poor little guy is still sick. Wednesday night, he threw up several times and fussed through out the night. His temperature shot up to 104F. I took him to the pediatrician Thursday afternoon. She said that he has stomach virus and should go away in a few days. Last night, he woke up and cried. He looked as if he was not comfortable. Dana tried to sooth and calm him down. This morning he still felt hot. It’s a good thing that grandma is still here. Let’s hope that he’ll recover by Monday so he could go back to daycare. I also hope that he won’t be sick on his first birthday.

As a pop phenomenon who has always tried to stay young, My Tam surprises her fans by covering old songs on her latest release Melodies of Time. What surprises me though is that she doesn’t update these songs to make them relevant for the young listeners even though she has the potential to do so.

My Tam plays safe and doesn’t even take any risk with the beats like she had done in the past. As a result, she is being overshadowed by the previous generation of singers. Her version of Quoc Dung and Nguyen Duc Cuong’s “Chuyen Hop Tan” is an immediate echo of Bao Yen. Their annunciation sounds similar, but Bao Yen’s effortless phrasing and gruff tone gives the tune more rough edges. Furthermore, Bao Yen’s skillful breath control makes My Tam’s breathy delivery sounds amateur.

With Lam Phuong’s “Xin Thoi Gian Qua Mau,” Ngoc Lan’s version comes to mind as soon as My Tam begins the first line. My Tam comes across as stiff and dull compare to Ngoc Lan’s fluid and emotional flow. What makes Ngoc Lan’s version so damn hypnotizing until this day is the way she wrapped her angelic voice around the rhumba rhythm.

What is up with everyone covering Hoang Trong Thuy’s “Doan Khuc Cuoi Cho Em” these days? Once again, Ngoc Anh’s recent version still dominates the rest including My Tam’s simply because Ngoc Anh has such a mesmerizing voice and she sang the tune with so much soul and authority of a woman.

The timeless songs she covered aren’t strong, yet the weakest track on the album is “Doi Yeu,” in which she penned herself with Le Quang. The melody and the lyrics are just mundane, but the ad-lib male voice is what really kills the song. He is hardly audible and he sounded like he has tuberculosis with a big mucus blocking his vocal cord.

Melodies of Time has set My Tam really far back. She will need to step up her game and take more adventurous approach if she doesn’t want to be forgotten. Other wise she will become mediocre like her male-counterpart Dam Vinh Hung.

Around 3 pm I received a call from Cu Dao’s teacher reporting that he vomited again after taking 5 oz of milk. She also said that his temperature was about 100.4F. I had to come pick him up and he won’t be able to return to class until Thursday.

I took him home and he seemed fine. We had some mango salsa with peach, which is Cu Dao’s favorite snack. We measured his temperature again and it was dropped to 99F. We fed him and sent him off to bed. Tomorrow he’ll spend time at home with grandma.

Around 4pm, Duke’s evening teacher called because he threw up. Dana took him him around 4:30. When I got home from work, he was too busy catching up with grandma that he didn’t even noticed that I was there.

Duke didn’t eat much and refused to take milk while he was at the daycare. He did sleep and enjoyed the ride outside. I dropped him off this morning and he started to cry as soon as I placed him on the floor. The teacher picked him up and tried to sooth him while I was stocking his food and filling out the form. I said goodbye to him and walked out. I could hear him screamed outside the door.

Last night I was so bummed out that I immediately went to catch a nap right after dinner. Dana gave him a bath, fed him and put him to bed. I got back up around ten to do some work and I was very productive.

Alone with the piano, Hiromi’s takes listeners on a roller-coaster ride around the world in her Place to Be. The first stop is “BQE” (Brooklyn Queens Expressway) where traffic vibe is built using series of chromatic scales; then we jump over to France for delightful treat of “Choux a la Creme” (sweet and full of textures); and on we go. While the infectious “Capecode Chips” shows off her boogie-woogie chops, “Somewhere,” a tribute to someone closed to her that passed away, displays her sentimental side. Place to Be, which captures some of Hiromi’s finest and impressive jazz improvisations, is a testament that Hiromi can be placed anywhere on this earth and she will make her voicing heard.

Dana and I were up past midnight packing things and preparing foods for Cu Dao’s first day away from grandma. The anxiety of sending him off to daycare caused me not to sleep so well. I got up around 6 and went through the checklist one more time to see if we had everything covered. I came back to the room around 7 and Duke was still sleeping. I had to wake him up to get him ready to go. I am responsible for dropping him off and Dana is responsible for picking him up, but we both went since it was his first day. It turned out to be much less frightening than what I had imagine. The teachers seemed to be very nice and caring. He did cried when we left, but we just let him go. I am sure he will be alright.

Update: Duke is still crying. Poor little guy!

In two weeks my boy will turn one. It still feels like yesterday that we welcomed him into this world. Not a single day went by that I don’t look forward to spend time with him. I still can’t get over the fact that the tiny guy in a big car seat (the day we took him home from the hospital) is now can hardly fit in it anymore. I put him back into that old car seat the other day and he made the car seat looks tiny. His feet were sticking out and I could hardly buckled him up. If a year feels like yesterday, 18 years will be a breeze as well. Before I know it, he will be his own man.

In preparing for Duke’s first birthday, we’re trying to gather things for him to pick. I am not sure if it is the Vietnamese tradition, but on the child’s first birthday he gets to choose a bunch of things like stethoscope, mic, comb, scissors and so on. If he picks the stethoscope, he would end up being a doctor. Dana, in particular, would really want Duke to be a doctor. What parents wouldn’t? For me, whatever makes him happy. I will be supportive of him for whatever he choose to do in life.

Dana and I had been debating about this topic on many occasions. Her argument is not to force him to be a doctor, but to encourage him. If he could be a doctor, that’s great. If not, it’s fine. I understand her view completely, but I don’t want to set an expectation for him. I don’t want him to feel disappointed if he can’t make my expectation. I want him to do what he wants to do for himself and not for me. As long as he has the passion and works hard toward his goal, I will be behind him one hundred percent.

Anyway, we’ll see how he will turn out. I can’t predict anything from the future, but I am filled with joy to have him. Here are some of his latest snapshots.

Although Dr. Tran Viet Tan doesn’t make a living off his music, he sure knows how to put together a high-quality album. He either has the strong connection or plenty of dough to scoop up four brand-name vocalists (Hong Nhung, Thanh Lam, Ha Tran and Tung Duong) as well as big-name producers including Hoai Sa on his new release Cham Vao Dem. Furthermore, the album cover was well designed: stunningly simple and typographically clever.

Even with all that jazz, it can’t hide the fact that the doc is not a melodic composer. Hong Nhung had done her best to bring some life to “Vo Oc Thoi Gian,” “Bai Ky Niem” and “Song Ve,” but still can’t save them from being dead boring. The melodies are just flat. Thanh Lam tries to give the title track some rough edges with her irritating flow and annoying vibrato. She ends up making the tune unbearable. Even Tung Duong fails to make the doc’s song exciting. On “Dem Sapa,” he sounds as if he tries to kill an ant with a sledgehammer. The beat is light and bouncy, but his voice is so heavy and dull.

Listening to Cham Vao Dem is like going to an upscale restaurant. The decoration looks expensive and the presentation appears to be enticing, but the food simply has no taste. The up-tempo of “Hay Coi Nhau Nhu Tinh Nhan” performed by the doc himself is like the extra red bean soup you get at a Chinese restaurant at the end of the meal.