Toddler Blues
Chinese New Year was something that I looked forward to when I was young but not when I began to hate to travel in the midst of the holiday season getting stuck in traffic jams as if the daily traffic wasn’t enough for me already. This CNY was bad. Daddy hurt his back and had to lie down. It got me worried that I might get stuck in in the small town. Sara was whiny throughout the reunion dinner in a hot stuffy, over-crowded, filled smoked restaurant with lousy dishes. After the third dish and having to wrestle with a whining toddler, I decided that I had enough of dinner. But occasionally I enjoyed myself too, playing PS 2 with my in-laws on the dancing mat, while Daddy, like any other year, will lock himself together with his brothers playing Counter Strike. The one who really enjoyed herself would be Sara. She danced, she jumped, she ate, she played, she ate, she slept and she aeat some more! But it was also the time where she discovered the ugly truth that she can scream while cryin