After bothering my elder sister Ada and her family for about 4 months (thanks a lot to Uncle Victor and Auntie Ada), Carina and I decided to move to our own place. I started looking for condominium in Scarborough on April 14 & 15, found one and signed the lease contract on April 15 late evening. Then I arranged the movers to move all our belongings on April 21.
Carina doesn’t seem to enjoy living in the new home. She was very happy when she lived at my sister’s house, but she keeps crying when she lives in the condominium. It is probably because the weather was very hot in the last few days, and the condominium won’t turn on the A/C until May 7, 2007. Poor Carina is suffering from the heat. I bought her an electric fan but it doesn’t seem to help too much. The weather is cooling down a bit now and hopefully she will cool down as well.
Uncle Francis Chan is papa’s high school classmate in Hong Kong. He is currently a professor in University of Massachuset. He came to Toronto to visit his parents, and so he visited us as well. He bought me a toy present too! Thank you.
Daddy brought me from Toronto to San Francisco on 3/29 – 4/1 (Ching Ming) to visit mom’s graveyard, and to meet grandpa, auntie Janice, and uncle Johnson from Hong Kong. He thought that it would be a very challenging trip because of me. Fortunately, I behaved most of the time, so it turned out to be OK.
The flight to San Francisco was a 6-hour direct flight. It was a full flight so there were no vacant seats. Daddy had to hold me on his laps. He fed me twice, and changed diapers twice during the flight. I was able to sleep after the first feeding, but not the second one. It was uncomfortable without my own seat so I kept crying. Daddy had to stand and hold me at the corridor. It stopped me from crying for a while. But then I cried again. He took me to the back of the plane and walked in the area. I felt better and happy, and stopped crying. When the flight landed, the passengers took off and passed by our seat, and praised dad as “a good dad”.
In the hotel, I was able to sleep at night after a few minutes of crying. Dad had been worried that if I cried and couldn’t sleep, then he couldn’t sleep as well. It would be a problem because he was the driver and tour guide in the daytime.
During this trip, we visited mom’s graveyard 3 times. Her headstone is completed. It looks very nice. We also toured mom’s family around San Francisco in two days. We went to most of the typical tourist places, including Chinatown, Coil Tower, Cable Car Terminal, Fisherman’s Wharf, Pier 39 and 41, Ghirardelli Square, Golden Gate Bridge, Mom’s Citibank branch, Union Square, Macy’s Department Store, Castro district, Twin Peak, Japan Town, Lombard Street, Palace of Fine Arts, etc. It was the first time I had been out home for several days. I was very excited. And dad was exhausted!
In the 4-day trip, the first 3 days I did not allow anyone except daddy to hold me for more than 5 seconds. He had to take care of me all the time, including feeding milk, changing diapers, taking bath, etc. On the 4th day, I got used to strangers and so I allowed other people to hold me as long as they like. And I wouldn’t cry. Am I spoiled yet?
We had met auntie Elisabeth, Madelaine, uncle Kelvin, auntie Connie, uncle Rene, cousin Laraine, uncle David, auntie Alesia, and a lot of uncles and aunties from North Bay. I had to apologize that I was very cranky at the dinner with the uncles and aunties from North Bay, so dad missed his time to chat and take pictures with them. I was hungry, but dad didn’t believe it. He stuck with his “engineering” belief that I couldn’t be hungry after being fed for 1 1/2 hour. My usual feeding time is 2 1/2 to 3 hours. Dad tried everything, but I still kept crying for 1/2 hour. Eventually, he gave me the bottle and I sucked the milk very quickly and stopped crying. Dad, you should know next time!
The return flight was a red eye overnight flight connecting at Washington Dulles. Fortunately, there was vacant seat available this time so I could comfortably sit and sleep on my carseat. I slept through the first flight and played with dad on the second flight. Dad looks pretty tired without sleeping overnight.
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