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Golden Gloves to Hemline Pt. 8: Power and Glory

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Some men earn greatness through perseverance and dedication. Other men have greatness thrust upon then. And then others of us receive greatness through endurance. I endured mockery, emotional and physical torment, sleepless nights and a near loss of sanity. But now VV ladies look below at the pictures and be astounded! Tommy Hilfiger ain’t got nothin on me!!!!

I have completed my first sewing project; a skirt for my daughter Kiko. I remember wining the golden gloves, my arms raised in exhausted bloody glory….my victory over thread and needle was no less sweet. It was slightly more bloody thanks to Chie’s vicious back hand slaps but no less sweet.

This wee skirt took 4 “@&$)(; hours to make but as you can see it was done to seeing perfection. Particularly the hem line which was do splendidly straight and perfectly constructed that Vera Wang would look in envy at my accomplishment. In all seriousness, if the sewing gods were to incarnate and create a skirt for a baby they could have accomplished nothing greater than I.

Today I sit, basking in the radiance of my yellow creation and ponder what lies ahead.

Any recommendations for project #2?

Mommy’s Diary 43: Changing and Adapting

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Some week seem to be harder than others. I felt, a little, drained way this week. Kiko was whiny, cranky and cried for no apparent reason. For instance, all of a sudden she decided to hate her bath time. I usually let her hang out in the tub while I wash myself, and when I’m done, I get in and play with her. It usually takes 5 minutes for me to wash my face, hair and body. She used to stand at the ledge of the tub and watch me, sing, or do whatever. But then, all of a sudden over the past three days during our normal routine she will start to weep and scream the entire time she waits for me to join her in the tub. As soon as I get in with her, the tears dry up immediately and she is happy and wants to play as though nothing happened.

Also, it seem that as she grows and becomes aware of her surroundings, she has begun to show people preferences. For example, beginning this past weekend while at church when other people held her, she started to cry. In the past, she would go to whoever and smile at them. I’ve read this is called “stranger anxiety” in Baby Center. I know this is just a phase in her life, but this week’s been long and frustrating!

In an attempt to cheer myself up I online window shopped some fancy stuff that I’d like to put my hands on.. here is my list.

1. Nursery Wall Decal, 2. Mama and baby bunny embroidery,  3. Piggy wall decal, 4. DIY Mobile, 5. GAP Girl’s Romper, 6. Cutest kid’s room ever.

Mommy’s Diary 42: Toys

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Thank you for the suggestions for Kiko’s first birthday party! Some of the recommendations were mer mag blog and the sweetest occasions, and both websites are great! I am really starting to get  excited about this shindig 🙂

Kiko has a very strange a collection of toys. Regular baby girls have rattles, stuffed animals and other such things, right? Kiko does have proper baby toys that were given to her from family and friends, but she never uses them. In her little toy box that she frequents daily, she has an old spoon, wallet, ketchup bottle, and some plastic wrappers… Strangely she shows more interest in those than the regular baby toys. I have some colorful and cute baby toys that are supposed to “stimulate the baby’s brain and encourage its growth” as the label states, but she gets bored with them and prefers to chew on house hold items like empty coke bottles.

I had a plan to hand make her toys. I could have done stuffed animals and what not, but I’m pretty sure, at this point, the time would be wasted because she is oddly attached to an old Starbucks spoon at the moment. I wonder when a kid start enjoying regular toys… I remember my favorite toy of all time was a Jenny doll (fake version of Barbie doll). I really had to work to get that thing from my parents(they didn’t give out toys so easily…). Sadly, the night I got Jenny, I trimmed her hair without my mother knowing. I thought her hair would grow back. Surprisingly, it did not.