We wanted Emmy to grow up knowing both grandparents very well so when we saw that flights were at a record low back in October after his first visit to Oahu, we booked his second visit for 4 months later. We FaceTime with them every week and it’s nice to see how familiar he’s gotten with them. Lately he’s really enjoyed face timing and chatting with them on his own despite his babbling are just adorable jibberish.
This was the day after we landed and he didn’t quite get a good nap in yet before heading to the beach and it shows. Haha
Still getting used to the sand.
Promptly resumed his nap after the beach. Can never get enough of this face.
At times he’s been more clingy than usual to me and I’m sure he has a sense his days of being the only baby is coming to an end.
24 weeks here with my baby daddy.
Three generations of guys. And Emmy still obsessed with pulling this cooler.
Emmy loved these koi fishes and all the other farm animal. He wasn’t such a big fan of the zoo animals though.
Kallen was thrilled when he later found out I took this. He loves it when Emmett holds his hand.
He wasn’t a big fan of the beach but enjoyed the little kiddie pool.
Knows how to say “cheese” and it’s giving me school photo feels.
What most of his mornings consists of since he woke up around 5am Hawaiian time (7am CA time).
Love him so much. Don’t know how I’m going to love another one just as much.
To big brother!
I have so many mixed emotions about this. We were really torn when we first found out I was pregnant. It’s not what we had planned. We wanted at least another 2 years or so with Emmett to ourselves before even considering having another. We felt we were in a good spot finally. We paid off our loans. Emmett is sleeping. We’re sleeping well. We were finally making future plans for international travels after 2 years.
Then in late October I started feeling really exhausted. I thought it was a latent reaction to drinking really strong coffee. Then the food aversions came. I hated the smell of leftover food we had cooked from the day before. Again I didn’t think much of it until my coworker and I started joking about me being pregnant. So then I tried to recount the last time I had my period. I was a little late but my cycles were usually long. I debated for a few days on whether to get a test because it took me awhile to get a positive with Emmett even while pregnant. Finally decided to buy 2 tests because I was so sure the first will at least be a negative.
Boy I was so wrong.
Clearly pregnant. So pregnant. I cried.
So Kallen and I spent the next weeks debating and made a pros and cons list. Seems that there were more cons than pros.
But ultimately it came down to my own feelings about going through a termination. I’m all for pro choice and whatever a woman wants to do with her body. But for me, every time I thought about terminating this baby, even though it was likely only cells at that point, I was overwhelm with sadness. I was sad I’d become regretful. I was sad I’d become depress not knowing who this person will become.
We debated for so long. But I don’t think Kallen and I ever verbally agreed. We just acknowledged that my repeated sadness whenever we considered terminating was enough reasons to keep.
So… I guess we’re having this summer babe!
Not pictured is Kallen. He’s been so supportive and involved and helpful. With no complaints. It’s been good over here.
Honestly, we didn’t anticipate starting toilet training Emmy this early at only 13.5 months but something very unexpected happen and now we’re hoping he’ll be somewhat trained by 18 months. Crossing our fingers. Initially we expected to start training around 2 years when it typically would take just a weekend or so to complete. But luckily, I came across the cutest training potty ever to help lighten the mood on this can-be-stressful transition. We’re not wanting to put too much pressure though so we’re taking it very slowly and following his cues for signs of readiness. This past weekend we introduced him to it. Initially he was apprehensive. And to our surprise when we asked him does he think he can sit on it, he did! The next step is trying to get the timing down. A couple of times this weekend we had a few missed opportunities by a few minutes but it was good to know our guesses for timing is not too far off. I’m super curious to see how he does in the coming months.
We drove down to Napa to have brunch with some old friends and surprisingly he did pretty good in the car. It’s a hit or miss sometimes.
He never sits still anymore so brunch with this guy consists of not eating and lots of chasing him around. It’s really adorable to see him so curious about other people and other things though. So even though my empty belly complains at least my heart is content. Haha
(Except for our mortgage)
Feels nice. Can’t believe we did it in less than 2 years. $380k. Dang that’s a lot of money. Gonna have Emmy promise me and won’t have insane amounts of student loan debt like we did.
But I do know one of the first things I bought were warmer clothes for Emmy since winter is coming. Thankful he has uncles and aunties to spoil him with cute outfits like above though.
It irks me that it’s a little out of order but too lazy to edit.
But the kiddy pool he loves.
His daily uniform. Nothing but a diaper on.
The sand was also enjoyable to him.
Took him to the zoo but he was fixated on pushing this cooler around.
Shoulder rides with Papa.
Napped but an hour and it was heaven. I made the mistake of adjusting my wedgie. He woke up soon after I shifted.
He was pretty content with pretending his milk carton was a toy car until he wanted to take it into the aisle and across first class.
Witnessing his first landing.
7 months since they last saw each other.
Emmy wearing his Aloha outfit for his birthday shindig.
I’ve been conflicted about what to say when this day came because a part of me is in denial. It’s so hard to look at him each day witnessing how much he’s grown/changed/evolved and not yearn for the days when he was a helpless immobile chunk of cuteness. It’s true, I’m so sad. I’m living in a constant state of nostalgia. I give him so many hugs and kisses in a day as if I want the feelings permanently imprinted. The feelings of holding his tiny body with his arms hanging around my neck, and the plump softness of his baby cheeks.
If I can come up with a way to bottle up all the stages and somehow get to experience it all just for one day or even an hour, it’d probably be pretty great, and also, I’d probably be pretty rich.
If I had to confess the one thing I love most about being with him is just watching him do all the things. I love watching him dance, babble (someone needs to come up with a baby translating app ASAP), attempt at mastering his fine motor skills like screwing and unscrewing bottle caps, give hugs and kisses to all the pets, waving, mowing the lawn (but not well), throwing away dirty diapers/trash, pushing/pulling/twisting/turning all the knobby things, attempt at jumping, singing “round and round” from “The wheels on the Bus” song, try to say his name, say “mama” and “me me” (mom in Vietnamese), psych out everyone around him, attempt at feeding me, and the list goes on and I don’t think will ever end.
The hardest part for me is the parenting. To not just parent but to act/say/do in a ways that’s conducive in raising a respectful, competent, confident, and (mostly) happy child and eventual adult. In which I’ve found requires so much patience, communication, and research/reading. It’s a work in progress. Emmett is only a year and I wonder a lot how much (or little) our style of parenting has played a role in his demeanor and personality thus far. But either way, it’s been such a joy (and also very exhausting) seeing him become one year old Emmett. Curious how the next year’s growth will surface, but not too curious because I still want to enjoy carrying him and not be completely winded.
I’m so obsessed with him it’s rediculous. And I’m glad my family feels the same. We’re all obsessed. My sister is putting together a video and my brother made t-shirts, all for his birthday coming up.
I took some photos to commemorate him turning 1 soon and I died when I put this outfit on him. So frkn adorable. Now I understand why some families have a gazillion babies.
Less than a week before sister gets married and we celebrated her wedding shower this past weekend. Emmett participated in one of the games and was the highlight of the day for me.